I was walking along the boardwalk that stretched around the bay late one evening, and sat down on a bench to rest and look out at the lake. It was a hot night, and very humid. There was a slight breeze off the water that broke it up a bit, but the air was fairly still and felt heavy. I was drenched in sweat, but it felt good. I always felt extra horny in weather like this, and was walking to burn off some steam and take my mind off it. I had walked by a few couples and small groups of people so far, but it was late enough that there weren't many people still down there. I had just walked past the marina before sitting down.
I hear a metallic noise, and notice a guy coming out of one of the marina gates to my left. He's wearing a cap, but it's not quite the right shape for a baseball cap. He turns and starts walking towards me. As he gets closer, I realize it's a ship captain's hat. I kind of laugh internally at this. He looks like he is probably in his fifties, is clean shaven and not a bad looking guy, with a big beer gut over top of legs that look like they have no business being able to hold it up.
I turn my attention back to the bay, but realize that he is actually heading towards me, not walking in a direction that would take him along the boardwalk in front of me. He sits beside me on the bench, kind of awkwardly close to me; not touching me, but his right knee is about an inch away from my left one. He leans back and throws his left foot up on his right knee casually. He is barefoot, which I hadn't noticed, and his toes brush against my leg.
He turns his face towards me.
"Hot night, eh?"
I can smell beer on his breath. I continue to look out at the lake.
"It sure is."
"Good night for a cold beer!"
I lightly chuckle. "Absolutely."
There is a slight pause, and I can feel him looking at me.
"I've got some on my boat if you want to join me for one?"
"Um...I'm okay, but thanks for the offer."
I feel his hand on my left thigh. I try not to react, but instantly feel my cock jump a little in my boxer briefs.
"Are you sure? Walking down here all alone, all hot and sweaty. You don't want something to quench your thirst?"
I am feeling a mix of terror, intrigue, and excitement. I finally turn to look at him. He has jovial, lusty blue eyes, and a mischievous grin. I am at a loss as to how to react, and just freeze up.
Finally I snap out of it.
"N-no thank you. I should get walking again."
But I don't move at all, and I feel my cock betraying me as he penetrates me with his stare. He moves his hand up my thigh slowly, eventually cupping my package.
"Hmmm. I think you want that beer after all"
I shudder and loudly exhale a trembling breath.
"Okay."
He stands up and starts to walk away. I remain frozen to the bench. He turns and beckons to me. I stand up and start to follow, but it feels like I am in a dream. We get to the gate and he unlocks it with a key, then holds it open for me. I step through, and he steps through behind me. I hear the gate click shut, and feel him squeeze my ass cheek as he moves passed me. I follow him along the dock.
Eventually, he turns down between two boats, and guides me to the one on the left. It is huge. He motions for me to climb up. I step onto the deck.
"There's a fridge downstairs. Grab us a couple cans of beer."
Without thinking, I turn to my right and descend down the staircase. There is a kitchen to my left, and what I assume is a door to the bathroom on my right. I am able to easily standup down here. It extends back to a large seating area with a table in the middle, and stairs up to the back deck. The fridge is to my left, and back towards the front a bit. I turn to go to it, and notice a big bed just beyond it, with a porthole that would allow access to the front on the boat.
I open the fridge and find some tall boys of Bud. As I am grabbing two of them, I hear the boat fire up. For some reason, I don't think anything of this. I close the fridge and head back up the stairs. I realize the boat is moving, and start to panic. I reach the deck too late to jump off onto the dock.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Did you find the beers?"
"What?!? Um...yes. What are you doing?"
"Backing the boat out."
"Why?"
He points to a padded bench behind the Captain's chair.
"Sit down there, so I can see what I'm doing."
I sit in the corner, still holding the beers. I think to myself that it is funny that I thought of the boat's driver's seat as being the Captain's chair, but it is a pretty big boat; must be the hat though. Not much I can do about the situation, so I wait quietly until he is done backing up. He sits down and starts moving the boat forward towards the marina exit.
"Where are we going?"
He turns and flashes a smile at me.
"Somewhere quiet where we can enjoy a couple beers. Speaking of which..."
He stretches his hand out. I pass him one of the cans. He turns, sets it in a cup holder, and cracks it. He picks it back up and reaches back with it.
"Cheers!"
I look at the beer in my other hand. Might as well. I crack it open and bump it into his, then take four or five big gulps. Shit beer, but it goes down nice when you are this hot. I find a cup holder on the back of the bench.
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We are just passing out from behind the breaker wall of the marina. He accelerates, and I just enjoy the ride as the Captain guides the ship by the small headlight on the front. We get out far enough that the lights of the city are left behind us, and he slows to pretty much a stop a couple hundred yards off of the forested shore. He climbs to the front of the boat, and drops anchor.
He comes back onto the main deck, sits in the Captain's seat, grabs his beer, and swivels around to face me. I am draining the rest of my beer as he does this.
"Thirsty are we?"
It's dark, and I can't see much more than outlines. The only light is the narrow stream that pours up the stairs from the well lit cabin.
"Run down and grab us a couple more Strumpet."
"Um...pardon?"
He lets out a hearty roll of laughter.
"I said get us more beers Strumpet. It's like a prostitute of the sea. You didn't think I was just giving you beer, did you?"
"Uh...What?"
"Listen. I'm going to try to be patient, and treat you nice, but if I have to slap some fucking sense into you I will. I am the Captain of this ship. I picked you up because it was clear you were a cheap little whore."
He stands up in front of me.
"Now, unzip me and get my cock out."
I am frozen. He reaches his hand out and grabs under my chin then pushes my face up hard.
