Going With The Winds

This next Chapter is divided into three point of views.

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Chapter Five

CASS

“Have you seen Jake?”

I whirled around, my hard on slapping my hip from the move, to see Dan Atwell standing there, his eyes snapping down to take in my stiff cock.

“Oops sorry to disturb.” Dan said.

“No disturbance, these things happen,” I said, taking my cock in my right hand and giving it a stroke. It responded by putting on a throbbing dance. What could I say? I’d just had a shower, my thoughts, during it, all about Jake Saunders, and not even running the water cold, had helped.

Dan’s eyes seemed riveted, but he managed to get past it. “Uh, have you seen Jake?”

“Uh, we just went jogging on the beach. On the way back he started running really fast and I had a pain in my side already. I couldn’t keep up.” I said, wincing with a shrug. “Man, that guy can run.”

I didn’t add, I had fought the thought that being left behind sort of felt a bit rude. At the same time, whatever he might say, there was no doubt Jake Saunders was upset deep inside, and he needed his space. Not trying to keep up had been my recognition he needed that.

I wasn’t going to let on I knew Dan and Jake were done so far as being married. I was pretty sure Jake had told me that in confidence.

Dan kept staring at my cock, and unless I was mistaken his shorts were showing some growing lust down there.

“Well, he isn’t here. I am just going to change and maybe I can help you look for him.” I said, giving my stubborn erection another stroke, just to tease him. I am not sure why I did it, just feeling evil, I suppose.

“Oh! No, no, I am sure he’s here somewhere. Uh, really nice cock by the way. Your fucking gorgeous,” Dan said. Was there a bit of husk to his voice?

I felt myself blushing. “Your one to talk.”

Dan grinned, offering a very hot smile. “Thanks. Maybe we can find a moment to, um. express mutual admiration…”

I just giggled and shrugged, but then turned and reached for my bag. I needed to get this baby under cover and under control. Besides which, while I didn't mind teasing the man, I wasn't at all sure what to make of a man who could let someone as fantastic as Jake go. Then again, what did I know about these guys. Nothing. And certainly not enough to get involved. 

Dan gave a little laugh, sort of waved at me and then, retreated.

In the back of my mind a germ of an idea began to grow, and by the time I had dressed in fresh white boxers and a white T shirt, slipping into some flip flops, it had jelled to a full force plan.

I grabbed my phone and called my Dad.

DAN

“No sign of Jake anywhere,” I said to Keen, after visiting the oh so beautifully endowed Cass. Fuck, what a hotty.

Keen and I had retreated to our respective bedrooms, thinking to share a hot shower after our kitchen play, only to discover that Keen’s stuff had been moved into the master bedroom and there was no sign of Jake’s stuff at all. By his stuff I mean, his clothes. Some of the furniture in the mansion had come from the house he had sold. He’d had some really nice bamboo framed deck furniture I was using here, for example, but really ninety percent of what was in our new place, was mine.

“He was careful to move all my stuff. It’s all here," Keen mused, looking through his bag. He looked up at me, both of us agreeing silently about what Jake's message to us was. The Master suite was ours. “Is his Hummer still here?”

“I’ll go check.” I left Keen at a half run, arriving at the garage. Two Hummers were there. Mike’s dark green EV Hummer and Jake’s gas guzzling Prussian blue baby. But then I noticed Jake’s old grey Dodge Ram was gone. It was his back up vehicle for doing dirty jobs, or just to save wear on the newer tank like vehicle.

Well, maybe he’d just gone out on an errand to pick up more supplies, I thought, trying to relax.

 My breathing eased as Keen found me and eased up behind me. “His hummer is here.”

“Yeah, but his old Dodge Ram is gone,” I said, heavily. I was not liking the looks of this.

At that moment my phone bleeped that I was receiving a message.

I pulled it from my shorts pocket and pulled up the message. It was from Jake.

“Hi Dan, I left a note on your desk.” That was it.

I typed back, “hunh?”

No response.

With a sense of dread, but accepting the inevitable, I headed back to the office that was off the parlor and which had French doors that faced the circular round about and front of the house.

Keen said, “I’ll be in the kitchen, love, if you need me.”

I just nodded, already seeing the envelope on the desk.

With a sigh, I picked it up and opened it, sliding out a handwritten letter.

“Dear Dan,

You know I hate goodbyes. Always before it’s been more of a See you soon, type a thing. Not this time. I’ll be letting Mike know I won’t be back. I’m going to get a jump start on my skipper job for Mary and Rion, and try to find ways to do that work full time.

You know I love you, and I always will. But I didn’t sign up for what you want to do with our lives. It’s a step too far, and I don’t blame you. I just never realized I had a step too far. You know what I mean.

Anyway, you and Keen have something special, and as I said before, you two click and share so many things I can’t share with you. He completes you, while I would be holding you back. So, I have faced the music on this, so to speak, and I hope you do, too. I wish you the very best out of life. I am sure we will meet again someday, perhaps for a Holiday or whatever, so I won’t say a permanent goodbye.

Take care of yourself, my Danny. I love you.

Jake

I stared at that letter for I don’t know how long, before a wet drop splotched on the print. It took me a moment to realize I was crying.

Almost, I wanted to be mad, to get angry. The only problem with that was, that there was nothing to be angry about. Jake was right. I felt like a total shit, but I was going to have to let this go and move on. Jake was right about something else, too. Keen was my soul mate. We were a total team in business, in sex, in love, in companionship. We laughed at the same things and supported each other on just about everything, or at least I thought we did. Jake was incredible, but not always there for me. Yeah, maybe because I didn’t ask him to be, and turned to Keen instead, but still… No, there was no “but still,” about it.

It was time to move on. It was not like there was any other choice.

But not just yet. I sank back into the desk chair, stared at the ceiling as memories of Jake and I began streaming through my head. All the fun, the sizzling hot sex, the laughs, the adventures, the great times with friends, all of it.

I hoped Keen would be patient.

This was going to take some time.

 JAKE

Pulling into the parking lot of Rehoboth Cove Marine, I got out, went to where the dock dollies and carts were. The Trunk with all my winter gear I pulled out of the back of the truck first, loading it onto a dolly. The other bags of my clothes and coat bag, I piled into a dock cart, pushing one with one hand and the other hauling with the other arm. The day was passing into sunset, but I could make out the tall main and fore masts. and the third much shorter mizzen of the “Enchanter”. The ship lay across the tee head of Peir four, down at the end of two rows of various sized power boats and sail boats.

The power boats occupied the nearer in slips while the sailing yachts took slips further out, with the deepest draft vessels on the ends, either because they were really deep draft, or, because they were too long to fit in a slip.

The marina was not really set up for yachts over sixty foot long, but the outer Tee heads of six piers accommodated yachts a bit more than twice that length. On a couple of other piers were some large motor super yachts that towered over the docks.

He knew I was coming. As I neared the tee head, James Bouldin, one of the “Enchanter’s two liveaboards, appeared on the deck of the long, graceful navy-blue hulled ship, his powerful broad shoulders and wrestlers body silhouetted by the sunset behind him.

“Jake! Good to see you again! Here let me help you with that trunk! Keith!" He roared over his shoulder. "The skipper is here! Come on and help with his bags!”

“Wait a sec!” A higher tenor voice answered.

I had arrived at the boarding ramp, putting down both the dolly handle and the cart just in time to catch the football like tackle of Jim, who wrapped his brawny arms around me, and smashed his mouth to mine in a deeply affectionate kiss.

Our tongues wrestled for a few seconds as he slid his paw like hands down to squeeze my ass.

“MMM, Keith and my fucks have been getting hotter in anticipation of your arrival, Skip.”

I laughed, but I had no doubt of his sincerity. I had yet to let either of them fully into my bunk, but they never lost the chance to make plays for me. I knew they had a long running bet who would get me first. Both were flexible, and either way, they vied to get first honors.

As the full-time resident aboard with his slutty partner the senior crewman, Keith Lyle, both of them were sweet and steadfast friends, who had bonded with me not long after my third cruise. Keith had been a newbie then, but Jim had already had this job for a couple of years. He had no aims to be Captain, but in reality, he sort of was, or at least perpetual ship’s bosun, engineer, and first officer. When I was aboard the “Enchanter”, I was Skipper, my responsibility to sail the ship, to ensure the ship obeyed the rules of the sea, and the safety of the ship and it’s crew. As a team, Jim and I worked very well together.

“Keith! Move your sexy ass!” Jim boomed.

Keith chose that moment to appear. He looked flushed and very naked, and I looked around to be sure no one was about. I needn’t have worried. It was November and hardly anyone was about this time of year.

“Fuck Jim I was just about to cum!” Keith said. Curly blond haired, with a tan that was probably fading, Keith was a hot scruffy chinned young man, with a dick that was legendary, being over a foot long, and he loved nothing so much as showing it off, particularly, as I was reminded, to me!

“Shit its cold out here!” Keith remarked as he padded barefoot and bare assed down the ramp to fetch my bags. Jim already had the trunk in his arms, all by himself hefting it up onto the ship. It was only then that I noticed Jim wasn’t all that more dressed than Keith, wearing a ripped tank top and very short very frayed cut offs. Both articles of clothing looked as if they would explode off his muscular body, and I realized that if anything, Jim was even more buff and muscled than the last time I had seen him.

“You and Keith don’t need to move out of the Stern cabin, I told them as they proceeded me onto the main deck and then back through the on deck to stern cabin door. 

The “Enchanter’s” hull might be on the modern side, though still displacement, with none of the ultra-mod ocean racing foils. But with her cabin works she reminded one of an old-time sailing ship. Her stern cabin works, and poop deck rose well above the main deck, forward cabin works and fore deck. 

I was well aware that Jim and Keith shared both the lower and upper stern cabins as a living house full year-round.

“No, Skipper. Keith and I already moved what we had out of the upper cabin. We’ll be down below you, as usual, Sir.” Jim boomed, firmly.

Well, I knew better than to fight him. The owners, when they came aboard, would be in the center hull master cabin, which occupied the steadiest, broadest area of the hull. The corridor leading to all the staterooms ran down the starboard side of the ship, so that the five staterooms could have maximum space.

The ship looked as ship shape and polished as usual. Jim was paid well to keep after the “Enchanter”, and he did his job well.

I told him so, after we settled the small dining table in my cabin, and Jim poured out some hot apple cider. It felt good to be out of the cold.

Keith hovered, still naked, petting his enormous rod, and just staring at me with hot eyed desire. Pre cum glistened at the tip of that cock head, begging to be licked and I felt my own cock surge in response to the naked show.

Jim snorted, “Babe, can’t you cool that thing off for a minute?”

“Hell no. I’ve been getting all ramped up to see Jake and here he is. Jake, please, please, can I sit on your lap and eat your face?” Keith said with a smirk.

I looked at Jim, and Jim only spread his hands and shrugged. “You know you're going to have to give in, Skip. He has to get it out of his system.”

I sighed, letting out a grunt, looking at the horny devil. “Comere, you.”

Keith let out a yelp and swung a leg over, straddling my lap, his big cock pressing up against my abs as his lips took over, drawing me into a heated tongue tangling war of fighting mouth tussling fun.

By his moans, and the way he was grinding I began to sense he was about to blow. I reached between us, wrapped my hand around that shaft and squeezed the root, hoping to hold him back, but I was a smidge too late.

Keith moaned, but I could tell from the moan my grabbing him had only increased the chance of him spilling over the edge.

With a grunt, I lifted him off me, setting him back on the table so that he fell back onto his elbows. I was just in time. His first spurt caught me in the face. Then, his cock erupted in spurts arching back over him, narrowly missing his man Jim, who sat across from me, gawking and laughing.

“Fuck, Keith!” I exclaimed.

“Oh yes, please, please.” Keith shuddered, moaning as his body and cocked kicked more spurts of extasy out of him. His partner just sat there, shaking his ruggedly handsome bearded face and haw hawing away. 

These two were insane, but I loved them. And I was suddenly glad to be there with them. This felt right. This felt raunchy but warm and welcoming. My heart was easing up already and I wondered why it had taken me this long to figure out where I belonged. I was home.

“Hey guys,” I said, quietly.

Keith sat up on the table to look at me. Jim stopped chuckling, his dark brown eyes intent on me, waiting for what I might have to say.

“Thanks guys.”

They didn’t ask me why I thanked them. They knew.