Challenge #192: Overworked Title: The Captain and the Cabin Boy: More Tales From the Deep Blue Sea Author's Note: A sequel to this which was written for the "going places" prompt a few months ago. And the Condom Goes to: 5 to Working...not
“Bon Voyage, Captain!” Justin announced as an exhausted Brian dragged his ass into the bedroom after his tenth straight sixteen hour workday.
“Fuck off!” Brian snapped before perking up at the sight of Justin stroking his half-hard cock, naked except for the white yachting hat perched jauntily on his head.
Brian loosened his tie, and threw his jacket aside, “Looks like your sails are still at half-mast, Cabin Boy.” He replaced Justin’s hand with his own. “I can help you with that.”
Justin arched his back and tossed the captain’s hat onto Brian’s head, now busy between his open knees.
After schooling his cabin boy thoroughly in the proper ways to tie nautical knots, Brian finally released Justin from his silken restraints, passing out in an exhausted stupor.
Justin quietly began to prepare for the vacation he had booked after clearing Brian’s Kinnetik calendar thanks to Cynthia.
He bit his fingernail nervously, wondering if he should employ some of his new knot tying skills on Brian before he woke up to find his suitcase packed.
Justin shrugged. Their destination was clothing optional; the only wrinkles anyone would notice were the ones that Brian most definitely didn’t have to worry about.
Basking naked in the warm Mediterranean sunshine, Justin leaned forward and pressed a kiss into the nape of Brian’s neck.
He was straddling Brian’s back, having totally relaxed him with a soothing massage that seemed to have lulled him into a peaceful sleep.
Sadly, Justin’s cock was anything but relaxed or peaceful after stroking Brian’s firm, tanned skin for the past thirty minutes.
He rutted a little restlessly against the curve of Brian’s ass, his oiled fingers itching to reach behind and slide their way into Brian’s tight ass.
Giving in to temptation, he rubbed his dick down Brian’s crack.
Brian tensed, and Justin held his breath, waiting him out.
Turning his head, Brian eyed him lazily, before raising his ass slightly and spreading his legs.
Their yacht was anchored off the coast of Mallorca, and Justin was eager to fuck Brian for the first time on something other than dry land.
He took his time, rimming Brian until he all but begged for Justin’s cock, then fingering his ass until it was slippery from massage oil and cock-teasingly stretched.
“Permission to board, Captain!” Justin slid balls deep into Brian’s ass.
“Fuck me blind, or walk the plank, Cabin Boy.”
Justin lay back, floating weightlessly in the calm, clear, blue sea, satisfied that he had given Brian a ride to remember.
He felt a tug on his leg, suddenly finding himself pulled underwater, before sputtering and coughing as he finally surfaced.
“Fucker!” he choked out, immediately giving chase, beginning to splash water in Brian’s laughing face.
“That’s Captain Fucker to you, Cabin Boy!” Brian answered, grabbing Justin around the neck and submerging them both, pulling their bodies against each other tightly as they surfaced.
Brian pushed Justin’s wet hair off his forehead and kissed him. “Thanks for the vacation, Sunshine.”