He lifted my thighs up and pressed them against my chest. His eyes lit up at the sight of my exposed hole. Then, he spat on his hand and I felt his warm and wet fingers against my hole.
I closed my eyes and listened to his deep groans as he rubbed my hole with his spit. God, it felt amazing. The energy in the helm was electrifying as we sailed over the Atlantic Ocean.
"I wanna taste you," he uttered.
"Please do," I said.
Remy's face disappeared under me and I felt the slight prickle of his beard. Then, his warm and wet tongue flickered against my hole. Fuck, the sensation was incredible.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head. All I could hear were the sounds of his tongue slurping me up and the ship sailing through the water.
I grabbed onto his hands that braced onto the back of my thighs and he interlaced his fingers on mine.
I felt his tongue push against my opening. He pushed his face deeper in my ass rocking me back and forth on the wooden table.
When he resurfaced, he had pulled his sweatpants down to his knees and I could see his hard cock. His cock was much bigger than mine. I could tell that he knew it was by the way he was standing, towering over me with his seductive eyes.
He stood there silent for a bit and I couldn't help myself but sit up and start stroking him. His warm thick cock on my hands drove me wild and beads of pre-cum leaked from the tip begging for me to slurp it up. I watched it drip down my chest, leaving a trail before it got trapped in my pubes.
"Suck me, baby," Remy said.
I looked up at him and brought my face to his cock. I teased him a bit, bringing my mouth close and pulling it away. Remy put his hand on the back of my head and brought me into him.
I tasted the pre-cum. It reminded me of the refreshing taste of rum and coconut water. It was what I drank back in Venezuela. It had a bitter sweetness that tasted incredible.
I couldn't fit more than the tip in my mouth. He was that big. I grabbed onto his balls that felt full in my hands.
The helm filled with the smell of his musky body. The cool room turned hot and humid and the windows started to fog up.
"Why don't we move back to my captain's chair," Remy suggested.
I nodded with his cock still in my mouth which made him smile.
And I watched him walk over to his black leather chair. His eyes seduced me to come over and he lowered me back down on my knees. I watched him disengage autopilot. Remy pressed some buttons before studying the map to see where we were.
I continued to suck him while he did his job. My ass was still a bit tender from him eating me out. My cock was hard at the idea of sucking him off while he was working.
"What if someone comes up and sees us?" I asked.
I was worried about all the guys on the ship.
"Don't worry. These guys are such deep sleepers that this boat can sink and they'll still be snoozing away," Remy laughed.
I trusted him and I went back down on him. I slid my tongue up and down his shaft, watching his cock drip clear substance whenever I did that. I slid my mouth back down his long shaft this time putting his balls in my mouth and listened to him groan louder. He had his focused attention out the window.
"I wanna try something. Stand up and turn around," Remy ordered.
I listened to the captain's orders.
"Put your hands here," he said. Remy gestured for me to put my hands on the base of the control board.
He pushed my back down to arch it and my ass opened up to him. While he was still seated, Remy spread open my cheeks and started eating me out again. This time, I felt his finger probe against my hole.
"Relax," he whispered.
I took a deep breath and looked out the window.
Then, I felt his finger penetrate me. I yelped in pain, his finger was so thick.
"God, you're so tight," Remy said.
I squirmed to ease off some of the pressure. Remy held me still with his hand on my hip, and he glided inside me even deeper with his finger. My cock pulsated at the feeling of his finger inside me.
"If only you could witness what I'm looking at right now," Remy said. "God, you're going to make me cum."
Remy turned me around and brought me back to my knees. I kissed the tip of his cock as he jerked himself off. He closed his eyes with a pained expression on his face as he increased the rhythm of his strokes.
Then, beads of hot cum erupted from his cock and exploded all over his chest. His orgasm lasted a long time and watching him cum like that made me orgasm as well. I jerked my own cock off and I let my semen squirt all over the carpet. I sat back and rested my head against his leg. We were both trying to catch our breaths.
"Thanks for that," Remy said.
"No problem, seems like you needed it," I smiled pointing to the mess that covered his chest.
His cum was all trapped in his chest hair.
"Yeah, it's hard when you're on a vessel with all these men trying to remain professional."
"That's for sure."
"You should head back down. Tomorrow's another big day and you'll need your rest."
"I'll finally be able to sleep after this," I said.
Remy got up from his chair, cum dripped down his chest and stomach, down his legs. He cleaned himself up with a rag. Remy walked towards me and he leaned down to lick some of my cum off my stomach. Then he used the rag to clean me up as well.
Remy pulled me in for another kiss, a brief one that only made me want more. I left the helm and retreated back to the sleeping chamber. I noticed that the light in my room was on and Drake was awake reading a book in the top bunk. I felt goosebumps creep up my arms.
7
Remy
I was a bit ashamed when Mateo left the room. I was on the job and I knew better than this. It was foolish of me to lose my self-control around him. I knew better than to put my crew in danger to have a little fun.
But it was so hard being around him with his smooth tanned skin and his bright hazel eyes. His slight accent and his lean tender body drove me wild.
The sun was starting to come up now. It was my favorite time of the day to see it rise from the water. The ocean looked so different from night to day.
At the crack of dawn, the crew started to wake up. Some of them smoked cigarettes on deck enjoying the sunrise and the fresh air. I noticed that Mateo was still sleeping.
I ordered him to wake up over the intercom. And after a few moments, he emerged on deck with disheveled hair and puffy eyes. He was so fucking adorable in that moment.
We dropped three sets of crates the day before and we were back at the site ready to retrieve the first set that we dropped. We were the most nervous now. The first set of crates set the tone for the whole season.
I slowed the ship down when I saw the orange buoys that bobbed in the water. The crew got the hook ready to bring the first crate in.
Drake had the hook in his hand ready for the throw but I had another idea in mind.
"Why don't we let Mateo throw the first hook," I announced over the intercom.
The whole crew looked around and I could see them talking. Drake hesitated but handed the hook over to Mateo.
"Don't miss this one, Mateo," I said.
I pivot the boat to make it an easy throw for him. If he landed this, the crew would owe him some respect. But if he missed this, there would be a less than happy group of guys. It was another superstition onboard, the first hook throw was very important.
Some of the guys demonstrated a technique for a good throw for Mateo.
"Mateo, throw the hook to the rope in the water so that we can reel it in with the crane," I instructed.
Mateo nodded at me and he wound up for a throw. I could feel the tension on deck as some of the guys leaned over the side to watch him. Mateo tossed the hook.
It went higher than expected, but the hook landed over the wire. It was enough to pull it in a bit and latch onto the rope. It was a great shot for a first-timer.
The guys congratulated him with a pat on the back. I noticed that Drake wasn't having it at all, instead he was near the other end of the boat smoking a cigarette. I could tell he was a bit pissed off not getting to make the first throw.
The crew fed the rope through the pulley and the crane hoisted the crate out of the water. All eyes were waiting to see what was inside. As it emerged from the water, we saw the crate filled with snow crab. The guys cheered so loud that I could hear it from the helm.
"We've hit the spot," one of them reported into the intercom.
The guys unlatched the crate and they measured each crab with a ruler and sorted them based on size. Then, we reeled in the next crate. This one was fuller than the last.
This was the best part of the job, the adrenaline rush that came when we hit a hot-spot. The only way to describe it is to compare it to winning the lottery or winning a big hand in poker. It was fucking exhilarating and the energy on deck made it even more so.
Some of the guys were dancing in excitement. It never failed to make me laugh.
One by one, we reeled in the crates until there were no more orange buoys in the water. By then it was already late in the afternoon. It was time for lunch and another celebration for such a fruitful day.
I idled the vessel and headed down to the rec room. Some of the guys slumped on the couch while others were eating in the kitchen.
"Boys," I said. "Looks like Mateo is our talisman to an incredible season."
I pulled out an expensive bottle of wine and we passed it around drinking straight from the bottle.
The guys made sure Mateo drank from it first. I knew that giving him the first throw would earn him the respect that was hard to gain in an environment like this. I was once in his shoes when I was first starting out in my dad's boat. The amount of shit I took from the other guys almost made me want to quit.
"Captain, are we going to stay in this area to catch more?" A crew member asked.
"No. I know we caught a lot here but I suspect the main group of crab have already migrated south. We've only caught the back end of them. If we head down and catch up with the main migrating group that's when we will catch the big ones. It's going to be a risk to leave this spot, but I'm willing to take it."
The guys nodded. They trusted my judgment. Trust was the most important value to have on a ship like this. Trust and respect. Without either, there would be no order.
Drake seemed less enthused than the other guys and I took a moment to pull him outside on deck to have a word with him.
We walked out on deck into the cool mid-afternoon breeze. Drake was a bit younger than me, but the other guys on deck were much more intimidated by him than me. He was quiet so no one knew what he was thinking. I had learned to understand him and I appreciated his work ethic.
"Is there something on your mind?" I asked.
"Yeah, this new kid getting to make the first throw. What the fuck was that about?"
"I figured it was that," I said. "Listen. Don't think it's personal. I wanted him to feel included being the youngest and newest member on deck. I know we've been working together for years now. I want you to understand that you're still my right-hand man. I know the first hook is symbolic for you, but there will be many more to come. Does that sound good?"
Drake nodded. I knew he was unhappy with what happened but I figured he would get over it soon enough. After all, the ship waited for no one.
I returned back to the helm after lunch. I heard a knock at my door, and then footsteps come up the stairs. It was Mateo with a huge smile on his face. He sat down on the chair next to me and I ruffled his hair and congratulated him. It was an excuse to touch him.
"You did great out there today, buddy. I'm super proud of you," I said.
"You mean that?" He asked.
"Of course I do. I started doing this over twenty years ago training on my dad's ship. He let me do the same thing and throw the first hook."
"Did you hit it?"
I shook my head.
"Not even close, the throw was so bad that it could have landed behind us and it still would have been a better throw."
"Well, why would you put me on the spot like that? It could have been so embarrassing," Mateo said.
"Aren't you glad I did? This job is as much social as it is physical. And starting out in the bottom is the most difficult thing about it."
"Well, that Drake guy seems pissed that you gave me the first throw. It's so awkward now in our room together. He doesn't even want to look at me."
"That's his personality. He's harmless, he should be the last thing to worry about."
"The dude is so quiet all the time. I don't know what he's thinking and I can't connect with him."
"I'll let you in on something that you can't tell anyone. Truth is, Drake and I has had some history way back to even before he worked for me. On my dad's ship, Victoria, when we were on board together."
"How old were you guys?"
"Both of us were young, early twenties, and had never worked on a ship before. We shared a room and being the two youngest and newest guys we confided in each other. Over the course of the season, we started developing feelings for each other."
"What do you mean by feelings?"
"One night, when we were hanging out in the kitchen, we kissed for the first time. I had never kissed another guy before but I remember how good it felt. It made me reconsider everything. I was so confused by it all and so was he. One thing led to another and soon after we were having sex every night when all the guys were asleep. It was a bit worrisome as my dad was the captain and neither of us were out of the closet so we had to keep it a secret. My dad caught on and started to be suspicious. Since we were staying up all night, our tiredness showed when it was time to work. One evening, my dad came down and caught us in the act. I was so embarrassed, so was my dad, and so was Drake.
"Fuck, was your dad pissed?"
"He didn't tell anyone on board, thank God. He told us not to do it again. Later he pulled me aside and told me that he didn't care if I was gay and that if I was, I should be proud of it. But being on his ship, I was on the job and stuff like that wasn't okay while we were on board."
"Did you listen to what he had to say?"
"I didn't have a choice. He was my dad and the captain, so we stopped everything and after that season I never saw him on that boat again."
"Do you think your dad fired him or he left?"
"I don't know, still to this day we never talked about it. Ten years ago, I was hiring my own crew for this ship, and Drake came in for an interview. I was so perplexed looking at him, trying to figure out where I knew him from. Of course, we were both much older at the time, so we hardly looked the same. The sun and harsh conditions had weathered our skin, tattoos and scars covered our bodies. But as soon as he said his name, I remembered him. He had known who I was the whole time."
"And you hired him after all that?"
"Well, how could I not. I felt like I owed it to him after all these years. I felt like it was my fault that he stopped working for my dad. Plus, he is a married man now, with two kids. So I felt like we could leave what happened in the past and focus on the business. It seems to be working out so far."
"Okay, so I'm still unsure if this guy isn't going to kill me in my sleep."
"Look, behind Drake's hard exterior, he has a big heart. You should trust the fact that he's been working for me for many years now and there's nothing to worry about," I said.
"Gotcha, I'll keep that in mind," Mateo replied.
"How do you like the other guys on the crew?"
"Well, I haven't been on for long, but so far they've been nice. I can't connect with them. They are only interested in Western sports and talking about girls. Neither of those topics is something I can relate to."
"Well, the time will come. They’re all cool guys, loyal and hardworking."
"I'll get back down and watch some sports, bro."
I snickered. "Or you can stay
up here and watch the sunset with me. It won't disappoint you."
8
Mateo
Of course I said yes when he invited me to stay for the sunset. I'd rather spent time with him than with the guys downstairs who wouldn't stop talking about tits and ass. Pablo was snoozing under the table behind us.
I wondered what Remy thought of me, my mind was on a loop thinking about him. His eyes focused on the waters in front of us. The sun was beginning to set which cast a strong beam of light right into the helm. Remy put his sunglasses on so that he could see where we were going.
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