When I finished college, it was suggested that I find something productive to do over the summer months so that I would not be idle before starting a proper job after Labor Day. Naturally, I had looked forward to a lazy summer for just that reason, I was starting a new job soon and this would be my last opportunity to be as unproductive as possible. There was negotiation and finally compromise; I would accept employment working as a deck hand on a private yacht in the Mediterranean, something arranged through a family friend. It was not unproductive, and it seemed like a good compromise since I would be in a low stress environment on a private yacht in one of the most beautiful places in the world.
After taking a few days assembling my gear and saying my goodbyes to friends and family, I took a flight to Nice, France, to meet up with two other fellows and then shuttled to Monaco where we would board the boat, a sleek looking cruising yacht of 50 meters, around165 feet. The boat had three levels; six staterooms and crew quarters for eight plus a private room for the Captain on the lower level; the galley, dining room, salon, library and office were on the main level; and a large party space, wheelhouse, and aft dining area on the upper level before going up a half level to the jacuzzi and sundeck. All in all, not too shabby.
The first afternoon was spent in orientation and introductions, and we were given assignments after the evening meal. Since I had the least amount of experience, I was assigned to general cleanup and keeping the boat tidy. This was like painting a bridge in my opinion; start at one end and work your way around to the other and then repeat the process. If an extra pair of hands, or some extra muscle, were needed, or if something unforeseen and sloppy occurred, then that fell to me as well. There was not a lot of thinking required but at least I could not screw up too badly, which suited me perfectly. The best part of the job was that the owner was only on board from Thursday evening until Monday morning most weeks and this allowed the crew ample time off when not on duty. Some weeks we stayed away from the home port and it was like a holiday with pay.
The first week went very quickly since the time was taken up learning unfamiliar tasks and adjusting to a wide variety of personalities. I shared a small room with a fellow from California named Christian, the grandson of a pair of hippies whose parents wanted to maintain the mystique of the era by naming him Cosmic Moonflower but settled on Christian as a favor to their parents. He was a nice enough guy and we got along well. Other crew hands were mostly nondescript except for the Captain, a surly, no nonsense individual who seemed a cross between Arnold in 'The Terminator' and a Marine DI. I got along well enough with him too but that may have been due to family connections or something else that I didn't know about.
Week #2 found us cruising to Naples where we were to stay for another week while the owner flew to London for business. This was the first real break that I had since I started this job, and I was looking forward to some time off. The owner left on Monday morning and the crew spent the rest of the day cleaning the boat but after dinner those of us without duty assignments had the night off, time that I put to good use investigating local clubs and assorted bars with my roommate.
Arriving back to the boat, which was anchored in the harbor, around 2am via water taxi from the marina, Christian and I quietly said good morning to the fellow standing watch and proceeded to our quarters. As we started to get out of our clothes, Christian said that it was too nice a night to go to bed yet and suggested that we go for a swim, our first adventure. It was easy enough to get to the aft platform and if we weren't rowdy or overly loud, there should not be an issue with the Captain, so I readily agreed. Leaving our clothes in the cabin we grabbed towels and silently walked to the ladder leading to the aft platform.
The night sky was a true midnight blue with millions of stars and only a thin sliver of a moon, and with the lights of the city glowing in the background, we threw our towels to the side and lowered ourselves into the water. It was fantastic. I had never imagined that any place could be so magical, and I was the happiest I had been in a long time. Christian was enjoying the moment as well and commented how this certainly beat swimming in the rough Pacific surf.
We swam around for a while and eventually worked our way back to the platform. As we hung on, enjoying the last few minutes in the warm water, Christian put his arm around my waist and told me how much he enjoyed our night out. I agreed with him and leaned against his body, feeling his taught muscles and his semi-erect penis against my leg. I acknowledged what I felt, and how I felt, by a smile and a kiss on his lips before climbing up the ladder to the platform, my own state of arousal clearly visible.
We didn't waste any time when we got back to our quarters. Christian climbed into my bunk with me, and we kissed passionately. I was breathing heavily as Christian went from my lips to my neck and then worked his way down to my nipples. I felt my erection poking his chest and his stiff dick rubbing against my thigh as he worked each nipple in turn, eventually turning himself around so that he could take my cock into his mouth. As he wrapped his lips around my dick, I did the same for him and we moved up and down in a smooth rhythm. I could feel the sensation building in my loins and my muscles getting tense right before I had a powerful orgasm that shot a load of semen into Christian's mouth. Almost simultaneously my mouth was filled by Christian's cum as he ejaculated, and we remained still as we swallowed each other's cum.
We lay in the bunk for a few minutes trying to regain our composure before Christian went to his bunk for several hours sleep. It was a great evening, and I was hoping that it was only the first of many more to come. Christian said good night in a quiet tone that spoke volumes about his feelings and satisfaction as well.
The next few days were busy but fun. The atmosphere was relaxed and the evenings always interesting depending upon the people at dinner and the theme of the conversation. After the rest of the crew went in their different directions, Christian and I usually went skinny-dipping from the aft platform and then we went back to our quarters for some hot sex. The situation was idyllic, and I was thrilled to have what appeared to be, the opportunity of a lifetime.
The owner returned on Friday and the weekend was extremely hectic. There were guests and late nights, some daytime cruising and picnics on secluded beaches for the guests, which consequently meant plenty of work for the staff. Even with the workload, there was fun to be had and everyone was pleasant.
The owner left on Monday afternoon and the boat was ordered to the east side of Corsica. It was to be a nice trip, a mixture of work and relaxation for the crew. On the first day out of Naples the Captain sent for me after dinner. It was the first time that the Captain asked to see me privately and I was a bit apprehensive although I could not think of any reason for the Captain to be displeased with my work.
Entering his room, a combination office and sleeping quarters, I was surprised to see the Captain sitting behind his desk in a pair of boxers and a tight tee shirt, completely relaxed. Here was a man with self-confidence and an athlete's physique, someone who knew how to take charge of a situation; I was intimidated just walking through the doorway.
"Hey, Jeremy, take a seat," he said.
"Thank you, sir," I replied in a very quiet tone as I sat in the chair opposite his desk.
"No doubt you're wondering why I called you here tonight," the Captain said.
"Yes, sir, I am," I responded. "I believe that my work has been satisfactory, at least no one has complained to me, so, yes, I am curious, sir."
"No problem with your work, you've done well and learned a lot I am told. The mate and other members of the crew said that it's a pleasure to work with you and you're reliable," said the Captain.
"Thank you, sir," I replied politely, "now I am really curious."
"Okay, let me get right to the point. You and your friend, Christian, have been enjoying yourselves quite a lot lately. It has never interfered with your work nor has it interfered with his for that matter. However, it would not be good for morale if I allowed this type thing to go on while you're on my boat. It sets a bad example when two young crewmen share a cabin and then wind up being involved sexually. Someone might say that it wasn't consensual, possibly coerced one way or another, and that reflects poorly on those in charge. You do understand what I'm saying, correct?" said the Captain.
"I believe so but, begging your pardon, sir, you said that my work has been good and so has Christian's so if no one is complaining, and no one else seems to mind what we do when we are off duty, why is there a problem?" I questioned.
"There is a problem because I said there's a problem; it is my boat and my rules," he replied. "You are here to repay a favor to someone I know, and I keep my promises," he said ominously. "But Christian is another story.
"Christian is a bright young man, a good man around the boat and he could have a future here or on one of the other boats in the area if he doesn't screw up. It would be a shame if he left my employ and had difficulty finding work because his references weren't 'stellar'. These simple things have haunted many mates and affected their lives immeasurably," said the Captain.
