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"Holy sex fucker, but that blond stud, Lance Manwell could man-well handle him well any fucking time he wanted to," Captain Dan Sarrasson thought with some pent up heat.

He had changed out of his cutoffs, not that those covered anything anyway, and into short spandex light blue shorts, no lining or thong under them, his pulsing thick juicy thirteen inches stretched out to his hip in them. "Fucking cock" was so hard, he had to forget hitting the bridge and instead went to his cabin's bar and mini fridge and flipping down the tight waistband of the shorts, shoved his cock into the ice chest. Even then he had to think of ice bergs or skiing in the snow... no that wouldn't work, those sexy ski suits were tight and showed off hot men really well, oh fuck. He growled with frustration but his cock finally relented and softened enough for him to tuck it back into his spandex.

With that done, he avoided looking at himself in the full length mirror in his cabin. Doing that usually led to a jack off session and he didn't have time for it. He thought about pulling on a t shirt, but then grabbed his uniform light weight windbreaker jacket and put it on, with its four gold edged dark blue stripes on each cuff and on the epaulets of its shoulders. He wore it open, revealing his massive chest and narrow waste, chiseled six pack abs, looking good after his morning work out at the marina gym, and with a quick glance at himself in the mirror, he went out and up onto the upper deck and up to his bridge.,

It wasn't that Captain Sarrasson was vain exactly. Well not overly. He didn't spend hours grooming or fussing over himself. Other then keeping his finger and toe nails clipped, showering several times a day, and sometimes trimming his wild windblown black mane himself when it got too much in his way, he didn't bother. But he didn't need to, either. He was thirty seven, but looked twenty seven. The sun and sea and weather had toughened his face a bit, but not aged it beyond some light laugh lines and a hint of crows feet. He had discovered a few strands of grey in the thick mane of black but actually thought a bit more grey would look sexy. His body was not quite as over built as pro body builders tended to be, a bit leaner and long legged, but compared to ninety percent of the men out there, he was very well built.

He knew he was fucking handsome, and loved his own face. What was not to to love? He had a broad sensual mouth framed by dimples and laugh lines like deep parenthesis marks, sea grey eyes that seemed to go on forever with thick long black lashes women envied, a good strong but sleek nose. A great square jaw that kept his otherwise beautiful features from being too feminine. He'd had lots of calls from modeling agencies - still did for that matter - but couldn't be bothered. Sarrasson loved the sea, his ship, the small company of men who manned it with him, and often his many passengers. He loved the sun, the wind, the sex, most of all the sex, and you could not have torn him away from his job for all the gold in the world.

As he mounted the steps to his bridge, passengers who had sailed under him before, or who were going into their second month aboard, called out to him, with a few woof whistles and he smiled and waved at them as he headed on up there. The ship was going to be late setting out if he didn't get his ass in gear.

Passing through the upper lounge deck behind his pilot house control tower, he paused there, to look at the wide cushioned back bench where he had seen the beautiful Lance Manwell laying back as his cock was stroked by that sweet newish crew man Kurt. The long sex charged welcome kiss he had had with Lance. The feel of that golden stud against him. That young man was dangerous. Something about him, hell everything about him lit Sarrasson like a live wire, and he quickly shied away from it as he opened the door to the bridge proper and went in side.

Three men looked up and around at him and smiled, eyes automatically dropping to their captain's crotch. Dan was used to that by now and always enjoyed it every single time. Ten years before when he had first joined the cruise line as a third mate, he had just barely come to terms with his sexuality, and was still relatively modest about his huge cock. But after years at sea with this cruise line having hot men compliment his body, his build and his cock, he'd gotten way over that. So far over that he now had a special thrill out of being admired. He wore no jock under these spandex shorts for a purpose after all. He loved the way they clung to his jewels like a second glove, revealing every vein, every ridge of his package, and since his balls were huge, and his cock a fat eight inches long completely soft, he looked obscenely fantastic in spandex and that was a fact.

He nodded to his men, his quartermaster, Rick, his radar operator and navigator, Dave, and his radio and weather monitor guy, Tory. All three were good at their jobs, and all three were cute as hell.

And then there was , Alexander Charles / Sarrasson, his spouse, his partner, standing there and nodding to him with one arched brow over one beautiful green eye, a bemused crook to his beautiful mouth.

Alexander had also changed and now wore a bulging green thong under this windbreaker. They had married over a year ago, after a frenzied love affair while stationed on different ships. Alex had been third mate on the largest of the Cruise Line Ships, the Sea Glory at the time, and Dan had been caught by the sheer foxy sexiness of the cruise lines newest officer.

Alex was built like a rock star, lean with enough muscle to give his leanness presence, beautiful legs like a dancer and a dancers' ass, a hairless body, skin that gained an amber glow in the sun that begged for licking, a handsome ten inch cock of his own, and a flock of hungry men who daily begged for his attentions on that other ship.

They had met the first time when the ships had rendezvoused at Jewel Cove, at one of the Islands on their route, and had wound up dancing together and then spending the night in his cabin, fucking like rabbits.

Over the next weeks and months whenever their ships met for anything, Alex and Dan were together, sexing it up everywhere and every time they could, unable to keep their hands off one another for five seconds.

After a number of months of this, Alex had talked about how wonderful it would be to share a life together at sea.

Hints at first, but then Dan had gotten fired up on the idea, and had come to the conclusion that yes, maybe they should give teaming up a try, even maybe marriage. He'd almost waited too long to propose.

At the time, even though they still got together and fucked constantly when they did, Alex had been seeing more and more of the new Captain on the smaller ship, Captain Clyde Kent, a fucking handsome dude, and it was clear he was getting more and more distracted by the other captain. Finally, getting a little desperate if not alarmed, Dan had finally chased Alex down on kent's ship the Sea Cummer and proposed marriage. Dan was not a jealous man, and walking in on the his fellow Captain's little private gathering in his cabin with Alex and a couple of other hunks hadn't bothered him a bit, nor had the sight of Alex going down on Kent bothered him. He'd just been happy that with all the pleasuring Alex was getting he had had the presence to lift his mouth off of Kents pulsing rod and say, "Well its about bloody time, Dan, but hell yes, I'll marry you."

Thinking of that brought a twitch to his cock as he blew his spouse a kiss and then stood up from his center seat to look outside through the broad pilot house port windows, all of which were open to allow the breeze in.

"Time to go." He announced and nodded to Alex who leaned into the loud speaker.

Alex spoke in a husky brit accented purr that never failed to cause Dan's cock to stir. "All passengers and crew attention. We are about to get under way. All passengers please retire from the decks to the main cockpit and salon area so as to give the crew room to work. The sun may not quite be over the hard on , er pardon, yard arm yet, but the salon offers free drinks to celebrate our departure. If you have not settled into your accommodations and assured yourselves that all is in order, you are encouraged to do that now. I will be down to check your satisfaction out personally. This is second mate Alexander Charles, out."

"Thank you, Alex, well done." Dan said wanting to make up for harsh words to Alex earlier. He and Alex were having some trouble settling into this new phase of their relationships with Alex coming aboard as second mate starting this cruise.

The former ship's first mate had had to resign when his wife threatened to leave him unless he left working for that homo cruise line. Ironically it had taken the woman a long time to figure out just what kind of cruise line her husband worked for. But someone had actually sent her photos of her husband dancing and getting hot with naked hunks on the deck of the Sea Luster with the message, "Do you know what sort of cruise line your husband works for?"

Poor Rion, Dan thought. The guy was bi sexual leaning toward gay, but he had four kids, all under the age of ten, and the prospect of divorce and loosing all rights to his children had been something he just could not face.

So Dan's chief engineer and second mate was now first mate and Alex had been brought aboard. But this led to another problem.

Alex seemed to have ideas about marriage and about practicing monogamy at least as long as they served on the same ship, and they had not quite worked out where his opinions and equality to Dan in marriage got shelved under the relationship of Dan as Alexander's commanding officer.

"Thank you, skipper. I will just go down and start checking out the passengers." Alexander winked and Dan laughed, not objecting when Alex strolled over to him and laid a hot kiss on him before leaving the bridge, with Dan following the moves of Alex's incredibly sexy ass until he was out of sight.

Quite a bit harder and longer in his shorts, Dan sighed and tabbed the com button on his own chair. "This is the Captain." His voice echoed out over the ship beyond the bridge.

"All hands on deck." He laughed silently. He had almost said, "All hands on dick."

He tabbed a second button and called engineering. "Deak, are we ready to wind her up?"

"Aye skipper," Deak Jones responded.

Dan nodded to his helm, Rick whom he caught gazing at his crotch. Dan winked at Rick who started and flushed and nodded. Wheeling his eat around, Rick turned two keys and then pressed one button and then the other. Far beneath them the ships two auxiliary diesel engines came on line.

Dan rose up and strolled around his bridge, looking out the ports, as his men took their positions stem and stern at the lines. He judged the wind direction and current a last time, and then moved back to his chair and hit the all ships com. "Retract the ramp."

Moving back to port he leaned out to watch, making sure they had the ramp securely retracted and then returned to the com and ordered, "Cast off all port lines."

Dock boys waited as the ship cast off, coming forward to heave the heavy lines up on the dock and coil them.

"Cast off all starboard lines." Dan ordered crossing over to the opposite side beside his radio operator, Tory. Tory, with little else to do, reached up casually to caress Dan's cock through his spandex and say a whispered, "Fuck."

Dan grinned but other wise paid no attention. He loved teasing his men. He watched keenly as the lines were all cast off and hung on pilings for their return in a month and then moved forward.

"All back." He said to Rick, putting a hand on Ricks shoulder and standing close to his side, his big package an invitation.

Rick put the ships engines in forward and gave them a throttle up to get the ship moving.

"Love you captain," Rick murmured.

Dan chuckled, "I love you too, hot man. Now keep your eyes on the ball."

"I am. Two of them."

They both laughed at the joke though it was an old one now between them.

Dan strolled away astern, scanning to make sure there were no other vessels back there as they slowly began to gather way aft. The ship pulled out, rather like a big long sleek penis sliding out of a nice snug hole, the Captain thought, fondly.

He waited, strolling forward again for the bow to clear and then ordered, "Port engine ahead one third and give it a kick."

"Aye skipper." Rick said. The ships slowed its backward crawl and then began turning or rather pivoting on its stern engines, a slow process, but it worked though it sidled the stern to port toward the marina and other yachts.

"All ahead one quarter. Take her out, to the channel Rick and keep to starboard."

"Aye skipper. All ahead one quarter. On course for the channel.:"

Dan stepped back to his high center seat and leaned the back back a bit, to relax, pleased that there were no snags as the ship gathered way.

"Blast of the horn to warn all marina traffic",he said to the radio operator, Tory.

"Aye skipper." Tory removed his headset and hit a button on his console.

The ships horn sent a deep ships blast out over the harbor ash the ship slowly gathered way. Without any further directions from Dan, the Sea Luster moved out into the harbor channel. Rick was Dan's chief helmsman and knew his job. His hands were sure l as he equalized the engines and assumed steerage from the ship's rudder switching to the ships wheel.

Dave turned and smiled at Tory who was putting his head set back on so that the horn hadn't deafened him, his eyes wandering down Dan's body. Dan grinned at him, though he kept his attention on the harbor and traffic. No other yachts were coming and or going out though, so...he let himself relax a bit more, smiling inside as Tory burned his eyes on his captain and groped himself. This was another of their games.

In his seat, reclining a little, Dan moved a hand up his left thigh and idly let his hand play over the huge bulge of his balls and cock through his spandex as he kept his eyes on any possible danger to his ship.

He didn't mind Tory's game at all, and enjoyed it. The radio man only needed his ears,. His eyes he could keep on Dan.

"Any last words from the marina, Tory? You gave them our itinerary."

"Yes sir."

"Good boy. Mmm, your looking hot today, Tory."

"Thank you skipper, but not a patch on you."

"Brown nose."

"I wish. I would love to have my mouth up that hot ass of yours, sir."

"You would, would you?"

"Fuck yeah," all three guys on the bridge said almost together, and they all laughed.

Dan laughed with them. His ship was hot, sexy, fun, and happy and that was the way he liked to keep it.

"Out beyond the port, what is the tanker traffic on our course route?"

"Clear, Sir. Visibility good, wind freshening to ten knots."

"Excellent." Dan said, smiling as his command glided majestically out the harbor.

When they were clear of all immediate obstacles and out to sea, the ship rolling and pitching slowly and majestically, he ordered both engines up to full. He would wait a half hour of heading out to sea and deep water before raising sail. In the mean time, his cock had gotten hard from Tory staring at it, and grinning he peeled his shorts down releasing himself and resumed his seat nude, his huge cock arcing in the air over his flat stomach.

Tory growled, "Oh yeah, skipper, stroke that monster cock for us." This was one of Dan's favorite things to do, to watch over his ship in his center seat the ports open, the breeze stirring his hair and tickling his nipples making them stand up, his cock pounding, his men throwing glances at him. The ship maintained course very well, and he didn't object to Rick swiveling around from time to time to admire him as he slowly jacked himself.

He took his time too, his fingers petting and stroking, circling the head of his cock, brushing off the pre-cum so he could lick it. Fondling his big heavy balls, slowly brushing the length of himself teasingly with his fingers.

Tory, a hot russet haired stud himself, petted his own nine inches which were stretching that blue thong he wore, his eyes glued to Dan;s cock, his mind trapped by the sight of that enormous arching tool, so long and thick the head of it nearly reached the bottom curve of Dan's powerful pecs..

Dan flashed a grin at Tory and blew him a kiss. He and Tory had messed around quite a bit in his cabin before Alex came aboard. Hell he had had pretty much everyone on his ship who wanted to, and that was everyone come to think of it. Dan was not monogamous. He could love one guy above all others, that he was certain, but he just loved the thrill of conquering way too much to give it up just because his husband had come aboard. Dan had given Alex his own cabin too, right across the hall from the first mates, right outside his cabin door, but so far Alex hadn't slept in his own bed. Maybe Alex was right and they should sleep exclusively together, Dan thought, but he was not going to give this up, teasing his officers and men, and pleasuring with them once in a while. Besides doing that only with Alex would smack of favoritism, he reasoned. Well, he was just going to have to take it one day at a time.

He could see in Tories eyes that Tory wanted to get up, come over and lick him, but Dan had a rule. No sex acts on the bridge between officers or men who were holding down stations.

Course this was almost a sex act between himself and his men, but not really. As long as they could concentrate enough to keep his ship safe, he didn't mind distracting them a little. Mmm, his cock was getting tight now, really swelling, his balls contracting. His mind floated to that new passenger and his mate, that golden honey, Lance Manwell. Funny how one could memorize someones name without trying if you really wanted to. Just thinking of that golden bod, that gorgeous angel / devil face, and that big thick majestic foot long Lance clearly liked to show off sent a charge through Dan. He reached around and under his balls and teased his hole with his hand, thinking of that big Lance cock nudging him there. "Ohhh fuck," he moaned.

Tory was jacking himself feverishly now, watching his beloved captain. Rick turned around again as well, and even the conscientious radar man, Dave, turned to watch, knowing their skipper was nearly there.

Dan felt their eyes on him then, his own were slitted. then they flew wide and he grunted, "Oh fuck, I am shooting."

the three of them cheered him on, "Yeah, skipper shoot that big thing. Yeah, oh fuck look at that cum fly. Oh fuck yeah!"

Dan's cock jetted, his body shuddering with each release, his muscles flexing with each contraction and release.

When at last he subsided his bridge crew were back to their stations and Tory was taking a handy sani-wipe from his console to clean the cum off his own chest and stomach.

Dan smiled at his radio Operator fondly and then got up to clean himself up, his powerful legs a bit rubbery from his release.

He wondered forward to the view ports there and grabbed a sani-towel, one of many containers of baby wipe like towels he had all over his ship for moments like this one. Rick took it from him and turning with half an eye on his course, the helmsman tenderly cleaned off his captain, leaning forward to kiss and lick Dan's drooping but still half erect cock as he did so.

Dan spared a moment to look down out of the front of the pilot house and gaze down at the deck of his ship. Just in time to see that golden haired gorgeous Lance Manwell in a completely inadequate mesh wisp of a thong, lay himself out on a cushion.

"ohh damn that boy is hot," He breathed under his breath.

"You got that right, skipper," Rick agreed.

"Eyes on the job, helm," Dan replied but with amusement in his voice.

"And what a job he is, sir," Rick quipped. Then, receiving an immediate playful smack to his head. Rick straightened in his seat and snapped off a very nautical, "Aye aye sir!"

Dan could not resist the snort that leaked out of his nose. And then they were all laughing.

"Yes", he thought, smiling around at his men and down at his crew as they prepped his ship for the sails.." Its good to be the captain."

But then his eyes wandered back to that beautiful blond boy, Lance Manwell where he lay on his stomach, his ass begging for attention and already getting it from one of the other passengers. The lucky passenger was rubbing sun tan lotion into Lance's perfect butt so helpfully. He knew then that nothing would keep him from knowing Lance, nothing.

His cock swelled and rose again, and with a sigh, he tore his eyes away and headed back to his chair. Maybe there was time to stroke him self off again before he had to concentrate on getting his ship under sail. He smiled at Tory whose eyes were wide at his captains return to full fledged arousal.

Yes maybe a bit more cock petting would be in order, or perhaps he could let Tory suck him. No... no best not to cross that line. Not while they had jobs to do. He headed back to his chair regained its comfort and leaned back his hand wandering down to cup his balls and pet his cock a bit more as the balmy sea breeze of the ship's passage played over his body.

The end. Hope you enjoyed this installment of the Cruise. Again, if you have not read The Cruise, and the Cruise II, don't miss out.