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I was hired. For what it wasn’t 100% clear to me still. My “manager” Tom, was happy with my audition, we had fun, I guess he liked how his dick felt in my ass. I was happy my adventure had begun and this should also solve my money problems. After the morning I spend with Tom I got home to rest. I took a shower to clean the sperm off my ass and lay in bed dreaming of the new opportunities. In the afternoon I got a message from Tom to meet him in a Mall the next day. We met around noon and he took me to a hair removal studio. He explained that they have hairy “talent” so he asked me to shave my whole body, which was fine by me. After the procedure we had lunch, and he told me where to go for my first appointment at the end of the week. I would get paid 10k for my first time and we will see after that. We were about to leave, but I asked him if he doesn’t have any other plans for today he is welcome to join me at my place. So he agreed and we ended up spending the night together again. I love the feeling of his hand on my newly shaved body. I loved the feeling of his dick in my ass and the way he slapped me that night. I was so smooth he said I could even probably pass for a girl.

It was Sunday and I was on my way to the house I was told to go. There were a lot of people at the entrance. We were all greeted by a big security guard. I handed over a card Tom gave me, and he told me to go down the left hall. I noticed most of the guests we going down the right hall but I did what I was told. In the end, there was an old man. He told me to sit down, and he draw some blood, he explained that I needed to be tested just in case and that everyone is tested before they can enter. I moved on to the next room, which was sort of a locker room, and I could also hear showers running. There were 20 or so other dudes there, everyone with a different body type and shape. Some were muscular, or super skinny, you could see a very large dude and one dude was so hairy I wasn’t sure I can even see his skin. A blonde girl in a red dress shoved up and told everyone to pay attention. She told us we all knew the drill and the party will begin in 30 minutes to get cleaned up and ready, then she called up my name and told me to follow her.

• “You are Max right; the new kid Tom send?” – she asked.
• “Yea, sorry I’m here for the first time”
• “Yes I know, so let me explain how this work” – “At the end of the night you will come back here, you can take a shower clean up, and rest, after you are ready you come by this room and you will get paid. You got it so far?”
• “Yes”
• “Great. Now you all get ready, clean up and get undressed, you can pick a locker to sort your clothes, you won’t be needing them. You guys will all go in the big room naked. If you are naked it means you are one of the serving staff. Which means you are there to serve the clients or everyone who is dressed. You are not required to interact with any of the other naked people there unless you are told to do so. You are there to serve the client and do everything, they tell you to do. If they want you to suck a cock you do so, if they want you to eat their sperm off the ground you will do it, if they want to fuck you 2-3 at the same time you will oblige. If they just sit back and order you to sit and fuck yourself you will do so, if they want you to fuck them you will get hard and do so understood?”
• “Yea I think I got it I’m there to serve all the client’s needs.”
• “Yes good. Now here you go, strap this around your waist, in this small bag, there is Viagra if you need it, there is also lube, and numb-up spray if you need it. No matter how tired you are, of how much your ass is sworn you keep going until the party is over. This is also where you collect your tips for the night. They are not required to tip you, and you should expect them to, it is just a bonus if they are satisfied with your performance. Don’t beg for a tip or you won’t be invited back. All clear?”
• “Yes I got it”
• “One last thing, since this is your first time, we will right Virgin on your chest and back, so clients know you are here for the first time, and they will give a review for you after, if they are happy with your performance you will get to come back if you like, if not you will still get paid for tonight and that’s it. So make it count and do your best”

I got back into the locker room and got ready. We were also given a shot of something very strong, and I felt a bussed. We all entered the big hall. You could see all the guests were well-dressed drinking and chatting with each other. We all entered the room and started to mingle. I could see the other dudes walking between and guess, bending over or stroking their dick presenting themselves more or less. I forgot to mention that everyone was wearing a mask, to protect their identity, including us the servants. I noticed a lot of people looking at me and pointing toward me, I guess because of my writing and the fact that I was fresh meat. I was still a bit shy and I was covering my dick with my hand while walking around. I started to notice what was happening. The client started to make requests. I could see one of the other guys kneeling, sucking 2 clients off, while there was still talking to each other and ignoring him. Still, they were both hard and he was sucking them dry at the same time. I could see one of the guest’s pants were down and one of the servants, who had a pretty big dick had pinned him against the wall and was ripping his ass apart. The dude was screaming with excitement. In the corner, there was a boot with 3 guys who were talking to each other, one of the had his dick sucked, and the other 2 were just lying back and had dudes jumping on their cocks. I hear someone whistle and when I turned around he was gesticulating toward me. It was my time I guess so approached the table. They were 3 older gentlemen there dressed in suits. They started to talk about me, look me over, and began grabbing my ass and dick, slapping me, and commenting on my looks. One of the dudes pushed me down by my head, and I was down on my knees in front of him. He didn’t say anything but I guess what needed to be done, so I pulled down his zipper and this pulled out his cock. I didn’t think twice and I just put it in my mouth and started to suck him off. I hear them talking, that I knew my stuff, and didn’t take long for me to get to work. In the next moment, I had 3 dick around me, I had 2 in my hands and 1 in my mouth and kept switching between them, not wanting to offend anyone. After a few minutes, I was riding one of the guys and still playing with the other 2 cocks. They were nothing too big and I was having fun, getting fucked while sucking 2 other cock it was a dream for me, and I was enjoying every second of it. We switched a couple of positions, they also switched a couple of times, at one point I was on top of one of the guys, with a dick in my ass, another in my mouth, and I felt the 3rth dude, was behind me trying to fit in as well. So this is how I took 2 dicks at the same time for my first time, it was a good thing they were not too big, and also that I had another dick in my mount so I couldn’t scream. Not that the pain was too much, my ass was worked up already, but the surprise factor. They all finished in my mount and I drank it all like a good slut. They slapped me on my ass, tipped me, and moved on. This kept going all night, someone calling you, you suck a dick there, go jump on another one, once in a while you get a finger or a tongue behind, some dudes even sucked my dick, most of the time I was riding someone else but still, I was leaking pre-cum all the time. One of the dudes had me on my back, fucking me so fast and hard, that I felt something raising, and when I looked down at him, I could see my dick rock hard, while some dude is fucking me full speed. I got super existed but I didn’t know if I should touch my dick at the time. Good thing the dude was helpful and he started to masturbate me while he was fucking me. It didn’t take long for me to cum all over my chest, but my dick was still hard, this dude was fucking me just in the right spot it was amazing. A couple of hours into the part, I started to get tired, I fucked one dude, but I was mostly sucking and getting fucked, and jumping on dicks is exhausting, I knew the next day I would be so sore I won’t be able to move. Good thing the party slowed down a bit so we could rest for a bit. The only minus was, that while the client was waiting they wanted a show. So us servants were making out or sucking and fucking whomever we were told, while the clients were watching us. I was laying on top of this dude and we were kissing, when I heard some laughter, I didn’t think much of it at the time, but after a few minutes, I felt a hand touching my ass. I had gotten used to having strangers hands touching me all night so didn’t pay much attention again, I was expecting maybe one of the clients was getting horny again, and maybe he wanted to fuck me while I was making out with this other dude. But then I felt the lube running down my crack and this massive thing on my hole. The next moment I felt a massive dick penetrating me, and the guy under me was in it since he grabbed my head and stuck his tongue in my mount so I could cream. It was the servant with the horse dick, penetrating my little ass with no mercy. And there were customers around us, looking at me getting fuck by this massive cock. And it’s not like he was gentle, he was fucking me full force and speed, and I felt how my ass will never be the same. He started to grunt and I felt this force filling me inside. He filled me with so much I could feel it leaking all over my legs and balls. After him, I didn’t even feel some of the clients with smaller dicks when they fucked me.

The party kept going until 2-3 at night until every last client was satisfied and had left. We went back to the showers, covered in cum and piss, even some blood. I could feel my ass and belly filled with sperm I don’t know how my legs were even walking I was so sore. All of us got in the showers to clean up, we were helping each other to get clean, and the mood was good. They all shared what they have done tonight more or less, and kept score how many guys they fucked, how many dicks they sucked or got fucked by, it was fun. When I got back to the office to get paid I got 10k from the event, I hot another maybe 2k in my tip bag, and the hostess told me I did great, that I got a very positive review and that they would love to see me back.

For the next 3 days, I was resting at home trying to recover. She had also sent me a video of the party, where I could see the entire night, and watch myself getting fucked by strangers, I cum a couple of times to the video. I got to see Tom a few days later, and I thanked him for the opportunity and told him I was definitely going back again. In the next few months, I got to attend a few more parties, I wasn’t the virgin this time and I knew my job. They were an all different team, and no party was like any of the others. We had a furry team, where we all were wearing tails and ears, we got to dress like maids, and wear wigs, at one of the parties, we were all in makeup, wigs dresses, and hells. We got different customers, sometimes there were trannies, there were husbands and wives or girlfriends. You get to fuck a girl or lick her while her man was fucking you in the ass. I guess some of the guys could not get hard for that, and that was the Viagra for, I had no issue. We got fucked by ladies with strap-ons and got to drink sperm-filled cocktails. Soon I became one of the regulars and even got to help train the new recruits.

Now I’m a full-time paid whore. I don’t need another job; my job is to suck dick. I even posted my own ad, to get fuck on the side when I had time. This is my job as a whore and I love it.

— This is the first time the story is told from both Sebastian and Rory’s point of view. The first half is told from Sebastian’s. Both characters are over the age of eighteen. Thank you very much for all the really positive feedback this series is getting. It means a lot. —

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The two weeks that followed mine and Rory’s first weekend away together were not easy. Other fights we’d had before had erupted quickly and they’d then been followed by some angst and an emotional make-up/make-out session. But what had happened in Surrey wasn’t really an argument and that made things different and difficult. Instead what had happened was the acknowledgement of a huge and fundamental problem in Rory’s psyche. By demanding that he tackle his eating disorder solely to prove how much he loved me, I had been resorting to desperate measures. Okay, at the time it seemed like the only card I had left to play, but since leaving Surrey, I couldn’t help but wonder (over and over again) if I’d done the right thing. I mean, it wasn’t as if I’d had time to think through the practicalities of it — particularly, what I was supposed to do if he failed. Did I end it with him?

Rory suffered in a different way. He kept his promise to stop making himself sick — of that much I was absolutely and intuitively certain — but the cost to him was often written all over his face and readable in his body language. There was a new kind of tension in him that came from the fact that he was fighting against all of his natural urges and that was not easy for him, obviously. The only natural urge he wasn’t fighting against was love, which is what I’d counted on when we’d made the deal with each other back in Surrey. Luckily it was his love for me that won out in the end. But that didn’t mean that there weren’t still times when the pressures of the situation got to us both.

I felt like I had imprisoned him with an unfair promise that, if he broke it, would leave him not just sick and self-harming, but also quite possibly single and heart-broken as well. And if I lost him, I’d feel the same way. Somehow, I had stupidly made a bargain that even I wasn’t a big fan of in the cold light of day.

Within two days of coming home, Rory had also made it quite clear that he believed that since he’d agreed to my ultimatum, I was in no position to demand anything else of him for the time being. He did it subtly, of course – even, in a weird way, politely – but he did it all the same, particularly when he dismissed out-of-hand my idea that he go see a therapist.

When I suggested professional help after school one afternoon, he fixed me with a very hard stare, then managed to make his mouth move with words of fairly polite incredulity: ‘No, Sebastian, I don’t talk to strangers. I have a hard enough time talking to people I love.’ Any attempt to even mention a psychiatrist elicited a frosty reaction and eventually, I decided to drop it.

So for the first time, being with him was not easy. And by that, I mean that it was no longer easy to be in his company without feeling the silent presence of our obligations to one another: mine to help him, his to beat his bulimia solely in my name, rather than for his own. There was a new kind of awkwardness between us; as if the synchronicity I loved had been shattered, somewhere in the process of us both trying to do the right thing.

The situation was not made any easier, to be perfectly honest, by the fact that Valentine’s Day was approaching; a day when we both felt under extra special pressure to be in love and coupley. Everything about it, particularly what to do on the big night itself, was now problematic. How do you go for a meal with your boyfriend, when food is his major problem? Since Rory would not make any suggestions about where to go or what to do on the day itself, eventually I had been forced into suggesting the supremely lame option of a cinema date. Which he agreed to, with something that I resentfully detected to be relief.

I wanted the weirdness to be over, but for the first time I didn’t know how to do that. Luckily, it was Rory who ultimately saved the situation and dispelled the awkwardness — on Valentine’s day itself. The remarkable thing about him, then and now, was the personal strength he managed to pull out of the bag, especially during moments of great weakness and pain. He was capable of soothing, confident serenity; a quality I’d first noticed in him when we’d argued over Joshua Peterly’s cyber-torturing of him back in November.

I was sitting upstairs in Rory’s bedroom, leafing through a magazine whilst he finished getting ready in the closet next door for our shit cinema date on Valentine’s Day. Jesus. He emerged and leant against the door frame. A navy sweater, jeans, a new beige belt, the irresistible, dark hair and beautiful eyes. The smile was the smile of the confident and clever Rory that I always associated with that day overlooking the sports’ fields, back in September. I caught a vague whiff of his lightly sprayed cologne.

‘Can we talk for a second?’ he asked.

‘Sure.’

‘Okay – just listen. I want you to know that I don’t feel obligated to you, at all, and that what you did in Surrey was the best possible thing you could have done. No matter how awful it felt at the time. Or since. There are moments when it’s difficult to stick to what you asked and there’s nothing I can do about that. You’re just going to have to bear with me and not take it as a personal insult. Please, don’t interrupt, Sebastian; I want to say this to you. Baby, I honestly don’t mind forcing myself to do things for the sake of loving you and I think that’s the way it should be. Shouldn’t it? You said yourself that for months you’ve done things for me to help with the way I see myself, because you love me. It’s okay to ask me to re-pay the favour, particularly when it’s in my own best interests to do so. I don’t resent you. At. All. I don’t feel awkward around you. I’m honestly feeling much better right now than I have done in a long time. I won’t lie to you or exclude you from things again. Okay? So please stop looking at me like you’re sorry all the time. You’ve done nothing wrong.’

It was the perfect speech. Of course it was. Even in moments of emotional crisis, he was still too clever to deliver a dud oration. I got up and crossed over to him. I put my arms around him and kissed him on the lips. Then we rested our heads together, touching our noses at the side. I held him hard and tight. I felt the relief shooting through me, as the tension left – the tension that was the uniquely awful by-product of when Rory and I were not in sync; when we were fractured from one another.

I was happy again.

* * *

–From Rory’s point of view–

The weekend after Valentine’s Day, my parents went away for a weekend together. It was the first time they’d done that in years, since with me and my three younger brothers, life was quite the handful for my mother. Any other time, they’d had to take the boys with them. But I was eighteen now, Dermot was sixteen, Michael was thirteen and Patrick was eleven. Patrick, the wildest of the four of us, had been shipped off to stay at my grandmother’s and Michael was staying at his friend Tom’s nearby, but Mummy and Daddy assumed that Dermot and I could now be trusted alone together for two nights. Initially, both of us did quite seriously consider throwing a joint party — obviously — but after a lengthy discussion, we decided that tactically it was stupid to do so. Our first time house-sitting together would be meticulously inspected when our parents got home and if we wanted a free house again, then we’d needed to make sure nothing went awry this time round.

Sebastian had a rugby team social that night, but I’d told him it was okay to come round and stay over afterwards. Dermot knew about my being gay and after an initial bout of weirdness when he’d first found out three years ago, he was now totally fine with it. He also liked Sebastian, very much, and the two of them had quite similar senses of humour. They played video games together, which I thought was adorable until the point where it passed into the second hour of gaming and I got bored.

On the Friday night when my parents left, I went to see a movie with Virginia and then came home to do some homework, while Dermot hung out in the living room with his new girlfriend, Tanya. (Who was so pretty that she obviously didn’t think she needed to develop a personality. I’ve seen plants less boring. Anyway…) She went home at about eleven and at half-twelve, I went to bed, leaving the door unlocked for Sebastian when he came back.

Just after one a.m., Sebastian lurched into the darkness — quite clearly hammered. He stumbled over to my bed, pulled his shoes off and tried to get undressed. Hearing his difficulty, I stepped out of bed, grinning, and turned the bedside light on.

‘Having trouble, sailor?’ I asked.

He nodded. And I undid his belt. Usually, he’d be grinding or making sex jokes, but tonight he just stroked my arm drunkenly. I made him sit and pulled his jeans off him, then removed his shirt. I folded everything, got him a glass of water from the tap in my bathroom and came back into the bedroom — turning off the light as I got into bed. Sebastian sidled up to me under the covers, lifted my arm up and put his head on my chest, in the crook of his neck.

‘I take it I’m big spoon tonight?’ I asked.

His only response was a mute nod and to start patting my chest with his hand. ‘I love you,’ he slurred.

I stroked his hair. ‘I know you do.’

He shook his head. ‘No, you don’t. Not really.’

‘Sebastian, of course I do. Don’t be silly.’

To my surprise, I felt a few tears spill out onto my t-shirt. This was extremely unlike him. And so I tensed slightly, wondering what was wrong.

‘I love you so much,’ he whispered. ‘When I wake up in the morning, you’re the first thing I think about. And I think about you all day and I dream about you night. And I love you. And I’m so obsessed with you, Rory. And I’m so sorry.’

‘What do you have to be sorry for? Sebastian, shhh. Don’t cry, baby. I know you love me. I love you too. You don’t have to say sorry to me for anything.’

He nodded, but in disagreement.

‘I do,’ he countered. ‘For Josh. For not noticing how unhappy you were with the way you looked. For not helping sooner. But I couldn’t have noticed, Rory. I think you’re so beautiful that I thought you must be able to see it too.’

The tears were spilling, hot and fast, and I heard him choke a sob. He must be indescribably wasted to be behaving like this, but equally it must also be things he thought and felt deep down when sober. I felt awful and rolled him over onto his back, where I started wiping the tears away from his face. He was silently weeping.

‘Sebastian, don’t. Please don’t.’

‘I let you down.’

‘No, you didn’t,’ I said firmly. ‘You never have and you never will.’

‘I’m so sorry!’

I kissed him on the lips, but he kept crying.

‘Don’t be sorry,’ I comforted. ‘You mustn’t be sad. Poor darling. Why are you sad for me? I’m only really happy when I’m with you.’

‘Rory — I completely worship the ground you walk on and I let you down. You don’t understand… how fucking shit I feel about it.’

‘Sebastian. That’s enough.’

I kissed up and down his face and then rolled back over onto my back, bringing him with me. I cradled him on my chest, where he’d put himself when he first got into bed; our roles weirdly reversed for the evening. But I suppose that’s one of the main duties of true love, isn’t it? To make sure you look out for each other, equally.

After a few minutes, during which I rubbed his back, his tears subsided and his finger reached up to trace circles in my chin. ‘Rory?’ he whispered.

‘Yes?’

‘I want you to fuck me, some day. Someday soon.’

That really threw me. ‘Pardon?’

‘I’ve taken it before and I want to take it from you. I … want to give myself to you. I trust you. I want you to own me, too. I want it. Up the ass. From you.’

‘But…’

‘I want to be the one you had both of your first times with.’

I swallowed. ‘Okay,’ I agreed. ‘Well, let’s talk about this in the morning. Do you want a drink of water before sleep?’

He nodded and I sat him up, giving him his glass of water and holding it whilst he drank. He looked so endearingly helpless. I wiped a little drop away from his lips when he was finished drinking and brought him back down onto my chest, where, in a few minutes, he drifted off to sleep. Or unconsciousness. Telling me he loved me as he faded away.

* * *

I had been deeply relieved when none of my school friends took against Sebastian. That would’ve been hellish. Robbie, I knew, was already friends with Sebastian independently of our relationship; the girls, on the other hand, seemed to find him slightly mystifying but not friend-worthy.

Virginia seldom commented upon him and me — although when she did, she was a good enough friend to concede that it was quite clear that he loved me. Virginia judged Sebastian’s worth solely through his utility to me and she made absolutely zero effort to get to know him in any meaningful way. To some people, that might make her seem like a bitch, but in a way, it was clever. It meant that her loyalties were always one hundred per cent on my side and she never faltered in supporting me because of conflicting feelings she had for Sebastian. Later, I’d find out how true that was.

The other girls were less consistent in their policy towards my relationship than Virginia was. Claudia, who lived for gossip in the way other people lived for oxygen, was initially thrilled and titillated that the school had its first functioning gay couple and that Sebastian, who was a good looking rugby player, was part of it. My rivalry with Joshua Peterly and Sebastian’s flammable hatred of him had also kept her merrily occupied in the first few weeks of our dating. But once that died down and Joshua shrunk back off to whatever bridge he’d lived under before, she’d rapidly lost interest and the only time she evinced any interest in Sebastian was when she sensed I wasn’t happy — at which point I knew she secretly wanted me to re-ignite her gossip fire with the news that all was not well.

Judith hardly ever mentioned him and when I did, she was inclined to get pissy. Judith liked to bitch in the same way Claudia liked to gossip, so I was keen not to give her any excuse to turn on Sebastian. Or me. Caroline, the last member of our group, seemed to quite like Sebastian and she was the only one who actually admired his confidence. But, like Virginia, she seldom brought him up in conversation, except for cursory polite queries now and again about how everything was going. ‘He’s very sexy, Rory,’ she said once. It was the highest compliment she ever gave him and she finished it off with a little wink.

* * *

I had started going to Sebastian’s rugby games quite early on in us dating. In fact, technically before that, since lots of school people came to support the team. It had actually been at one of those games, long before we started dating, that I’d first noticed, objectively, how attractive Sebastian was. Back then, I hadn’t given it much subsequent thought. Anyway, Dermot, Virginia and I went to watch him play on the Saturday afternoon after he’d stayed at my house. It was a friendly game against King Edward VI Grammar, which was presumably why the boys had felt it was okay to organise drinks the night before. Saint Edmund’s won, narrowly, and Sebastian looked quietly pleased with himself when he emerged from the changing rooms. He dropped Dermot home and then we went out to get some dinner. We chatted about the game and about Dermot’s new girlfriend, who Sebastian had been teasing him about; after dinner, he drove us up to a car park overlooking a forest that he loved. It was raining again, now, but it made that green I love so much about Kent stand out even more.

‘I don’t know how on earth you weren’t hungover today,’ I said. ‘You played so well.’

‘I don’t really get hangovers,’ he said, with a cocky grin. ‘If I did, I’d stop drinking. That much. Maybe.’

‘You were very drunk last night.’

‘I know,’ he said. There was no hint of shame, thank goodness. I hate when people act as if getting drunk was somehow a mortification.

‘You remember what you said?’

I didn’t really need to ask him; the question was simply a matter of course. I knew he’d never forget anything like that, even if the alcohol did make him hazy on the exact details.

‘Yes,’ he answered. ‘Of course.’ I did see a hint of embarrassment creeping into his face, ‘Sorry for crying.’

‘You’d lose your shit if I said that,’ I reminded him. ‘Don’t be. It was nice. Even the bits where you were beating yourself up. It was nice to hear again that you care that much, even though it’s just awful, Sebastian, to see you upset.’

‘I’ve never felt like this before about anyone,’ he said, with a quietness that was uncharacteristic of him. ‘Never.’

I agreed: ‘Well, neither have I. It’s frightening, I suppose, sometimes. But in a good way.’

He nodded. I hesitated. He spoke. ‘I remember the other thing, Rory.’

‘Oh, thank God!’ I exhaled and laughed.

He smiled. ‘I meant it. I want you to take me, at some point. I want you in me. I bet you could do some damage.’

He winked and I gasped slightly. Like a lovesick teenage girl. And he burst out laughing. ‘Did I just legit take your breath away?’

‘Fuck off,’ I laughed.

‘Oh my god — Rory, I’m sorry. But you actually fucking gasped.’ He kissed me on the mouth and it turned into a proper kiss, then a making out session. ‘Have we ever done it in the rain?’

I looked at him, in my best thoroughly-unimpressed way. ‘Eh, no, we have not and that statement is still going to be true an hour from now.’

‘C’mon,’ he pleaded, running his hand up and down my face. ‘We’re young. Let’s be stupid. Leave your super-expensive jacket here, so it won’t get wet and let’s just go do it.’

‘Where?’

‘In the trees, over there. No-one’ll see us there, ever. You know that. C’mon. Please!’

I don’t know what possessed me. In fact, that’s a lie. I know exactly what possessed me: Sebastian did. As he leaped out of the car, I pseudo-reluctantly followed behind him and let him take my hand and lead me into the semi-shelter of the trees. There, he kissed me and pressed me up against the trunk of a tree.

‘The first time I ever kissed you was in the rain and up against a tree,’ he said, softly, ‘It was one of the best moments of my entire life.’

I stared into his eyes and, as unbelievably cheesy as it sounds, I actually did feel myself melt slightly. When we kissed again, it was soft yet possessive. I gave myself over to the situation, like I always did with him during sex. We were pressed completely up against one another and getting lightly soaked by the rain that managed to pierce the cover of the trees, as their foliage returned in time for a very wet Spring.

‘We don’t have any lube,’ he reminded me. I took the hint and dropped to my knees. I didn’t want to take him today; not here or now. I would some day and somewhere where there was more time and an easier situation. This was novel enough.

I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his penis out of his boxers. He was already close to fully hard and I began spitting and bobbing up and down on it. When it was fully soaking, he pulled me up, turned me around, pulled my trousers and boxers completely off me and made me put my hands up against the tree as he rimmed me. By then I knew that he was right – this was a good idea. Half-naked, in the middle of the trees and the rain; it was unbelievably bizarre and almost painfully erotic. I felt strangely alive. I’m being melodramatically inarticulate here, but I don’t know how else to entirely describe what it felt like.

Once he had loosened me up a bit, he pulled his own top off and stripped completely, then he removed my top and made me lie on his jacket on the ground. I shook my head and kicked it away, before lying down, totally naked, on the sodden grass. If we were going to do this, we were going to do it right.

I spread my legs for him and he lay down on top of me, spitting heavily into his hand and rubbing it along his still-wet erection. He kissed me deeply and I looked up at his blond hair, now soaked from the rain and the droplets running messily down his arms and torso. If anyone had happened upon us there and then, I really don’t think that even I’d have cared. I was lost in the moment and ran my fingers across his jaw line, as he arched up and entered into me, very slowly. It was the first time we’d ever done it without lube and it hurt, a little, at the start. After a few moments, Sebastian was buried in me to his hilt and I arched my back from the ground and wrapped my hands around the back of his neck. Slowly, confidently, he began to move in and out of me. It rained the whole time he did it.

I remember, at one point during, as he trailed kisses across my neck, thinking that this was what ecstasy must feel like. The sensation, I mean; not the drug. The one that saints and artists are supposed to feel, when their feelings are so sublimely perfect and happy that they transcend even themselves. I felt like Sebastian and I were the only two people ever to have existed. I don’t know what it was, but I felt both not like myself and more like myself than ever before. I must have felt the cold, because by this stage it was freezing, but I didn’t register it.

Today, Sebastian still says the best night we ever spent together was our wedding night, but for me, it was then. I think part of it must have been realising that after all the trauma, tension and upset of the last month — of my eating disorder, his ultimatum, his discomfort, his stress, my neuroses — that we were still us. That the synchronicity he sometimes talked about had only been temporarily strained, not broken. We’d been struggling for days or weeks to find a way of getting all the emotion out — him, in particular, as his tears the night before had made clear. Now, here, we could. He didn’t stop kissing me, one way or the other, the whole way through. I came against him and onto myself two or three minutes before he grunted ‘I love you’ in my ear and sprayed inside me.

We lay there for a few moments and he giggled, nuzzling my neck. With the orgasms passed, the moment was over, too, and the fully physical reality of lying naked and sweating on a freezing forest floor kicked in. We got up quickly and dressed in our wet clothes. I’d left my jacket in Sebastian’s car, which meant I was able to use it to cover my clothes long enough to get inside, up to my room and into my shower before Dermot noticed the state I was in. Sebastian went over to his house to get showered and changed; by the time I came back downstairs, him and Dermot were playing on the playstation again. A sly wink over the top of Dermot’s head from a now impeccably-tidy Sebastian was his only acknowledgment of earlier’s naughtiness.

After that day, he and I were about to enter one of the most genuinely happy periods of our first time together. I began to see a therapist, although I did not tell him this for the first month. Everything settled into being very easy and very happy, again. My own issues did not really resurface and therapy managed to keep them at bay and to help them, bit by bit. The weather steadily improved and even the impending spectre of final exams and university did not seem to dampen our time together. We slipped seamlessly into a time of synchronised happiness and enjoyment. It was a kind of elongated summer, before the first cracks began to appear that would lead inexorably to our first break-up and my first heartbreak.

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Regular #1: Been seeing him for a few years. He spends the night most Saturdays. He’s somewhere around 50, decently hung, loves to make out, and takes his time. He’s passionate with me right up until he’s nearing orgasm and starts pounding away until he pumps his load in me. I always love when he “loses it” and just fucks, not that what we do before isn’t fun. He claims that he never jerks off and the amount of cum he has for me would back that up. We usually go 1 or 2 rounds before sleeping and then again in the morning. Always a great time.

Regular #2: We met online during COVID times and would text and talk on the phone all the time. He’s 62, very dominant, well hung, muscular, charming, and forward. By the time we hooked up for the first time, I knew exactly what he wanted to do to me and I couldn’t have wanted it more. That hasn’t changed over the last couple years. He keeps things very interesting and I always enjoy his visits. He knows I am usually busy on Saturdays, but will text me when he’s in the mood and I typically see him once or twice a week.

So the problem came when I had already agreed for #1 to come over around 7 PM and a couple hours later #2 texted me that he needed some play time as well. I didn’t want to turn down #2, but he wanted to be at my place at 6 PM and I knew he wouldn’t be gone by 7. I explained the situation to both of them and arranged for #2 to show up at 6 and #1 would come over around 9. As I found out, they both found it pretty hot.

#2 was at my place for about an hour and 45 minutes. He is typically verbal, but was much more knowing that I was going see another man after him. He said he wanted to stretch me out so I was loose for the next cock. I came twice before he shot his load in me and took off. I text #1 to say that I was free and that I just needed to shower and clean myself out for him. He told me not to and that he’d be at my place in about half an hour.

I had some water and took a short nap and woke up to a knock at my door. He was hornier than usual and behaved differently that night. He was more aggressive. He fingered me as we kissed and then made me lick the cum off of them. After a bit, he bent me over and started rimming me to get some of that mess for himself. That really got him going and he skipped right to pounding me for maybe 20 minutes before he added his seed to the mix. It was quite a mess. He returned to his normal self right after that and asked if I was alright. I was all smiles. We watched some TV like we usually do and he was hard again in maybe half an hour, so I slow sucked him for a while before he wanted to fuck again. We went to bed after he pumped a second load in me, though I had to rinse off and change the sheets first. We went at it again in the morning, but it was more like normal.

I spent Sunday relaxing with a big stupid smile on my face. #2 is coming over this evening (Monday) and he said he wants to hear about what happened after he left. This should be fun! 😀

Notice: I’ve noticed many of you had preferences on the bearers, I also had my eyes on some on the other side, a few of the blondes stuck out to me too. If you would prefer to imagine another pallbearer within the story then of course feel free to swap them about in your minds as you read on.

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Chapter 2

3 months later:

It has been three months since the country has been in national mourning and the holidays are nearby. I am working from home still and going into the office once per week. I have some large deadlines which I am almost finished with meeting and have of a friend of mine (you, I’m going to call you Felix) visiting from the US on Saturday. I am going into London and staying there for a week before we return back to Windsor for Christmas eve. Felix wants to see all the usual sites in the Capital and we split the cost of a nice hotel room in Central London. God knows I could do with this break too!

I receive a text on my phone from a Harry P:

“Hey, how are you doing?”

Now, I have four Harry’s on my phone and I am always networking, with this being a new and recent contact who I have not contacted I ask them politely to remind me who they are and use the excuse this is a recently new number to style it out.

“It’s Harry, the pallbearer?”

Me: Oh Harry! Sorry, I have you down as Harry P and could not think what your surname was, I guess the P is pallbearer, I kept saying Potter over and over again lol. I’m good thanks, how are you?

 Harry: Lool (laugh emoji) that’s funny! I’m good, I Just finished my tour in Iraq and I’m back in the UK.

Me: Oh wow, did you have to go back?

Harry: They gave us an option but me and the boys were deployed in late June and thought we might as well go back and finish our duty.

Me: I’m glad you are home safe now; your parents must be happy you are back for the holidays?

 Harry: Yeah, they are. Me and the Boys are in London over the weekend before we part ways, want to join us for a drink or dinner?

Me: I will be in London, but I have a friend who is visiting from America. 

Harry: That’s fine, bring your friend with you…

Me: Ok, I’ll ask him and let you know, ok?

Harry: Cool, it would be nice to see you again 🙂

Saturday

Felix lands in the afternoon and we make our way to the hotel, we check in and are given a very large twin room with a cool view of the main street in busy central London.

“So, listen I need to tell you something…” I say.

“Uh oh – what is it?”

I begin to tell Felix about Harry and my encounter with him after the late Queens funeral, throughout the story he interrupts for details, bewildered by the situation.

“Fuck man that is HOT!!” he adds.

“Ok but there’s more…” I continue “He wants to meet me for a drink today an…”

Felix Interrupts – “Dude, say no more. Go and meet him, I’m fine chilling this evening.”

“His friends will be there and you were invited as well.” I now say, with a smile on my face.

“Whaaaaaaaaaatttt!” He says, I laugh as Felix is gobsmacked by hearing this.

“You’re telling me this stud wants to see you and he’s bringing his military friends and they want me to join??” he continues “Damn, it feels like I’m about to meet up with some frats from college, good thing I brought my douche!”

“Ok Felix, I’m not sure if its going to end up being that sort of meet up.” I say concerningly.

“Whatever, I’m still preparing. You find out the time and place and I’ll go grab a shower.”

Felix now enters the bathroom and I text Harry that we are down to chill, he gives me the time and name of the bar.

*

At 6pm we head over to a bar in Soho. Harry looks the same, he seems excited to see me as he pulls me in for a tight hug. He introduces me to his friends, Oliver, Jack and Luke (photos attached), I introduce Felix to them all and they all seem pleased to meet him, as does he. We grab a standing table and order a round of drinks.

“It’s on me boys, thank you for the service you have provided and welcome home.” I say proudly.

We all start to relax and enjoy drinking and talking. The boys have so many questions for Felix, being an American and all.

“Excuse me, are you guys the Queens guards?” a girl says.

“Uh yeah, we all were. We were pallbearers for the Queen at her funeral.” Jack says.

“Oh my god I thought so, can we please get a photo with you all?” she asks with her friend eagerly by her side.

I take the photo of them all and they are excited to have met them.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry I didn’t recognise you all, I knew about Harry but it’s hard to distinguish you all from TV and real life.” I say

“Yeah, it alright. Before redeploying ourselves, we didn’t often get this much attention, when we did it’s a mix of abuse about the royal family or praise for our hard work.” Oliver adds.

Felix asks them questions about their duty on the day of the funeral and we begin to discuss this and hear their perspective of events. After, another group approach our table and ask for a picture, followed by another couple of girls.

“Fuck, if this goes on all night, I don’t think I can bear being here…” Harry mutters to us.

“If you guys prefer a peaceful night drinking, we can go back to our hotel room not far from here, grab some drinks to go from the bar?”

I notice Harry smiling at me. Felix’s eyes light up at the thought.

“Are you sure mate?” Jack asks.

“Yeah, it’s a twin room, large enough space to hang out and drink.”

We grab some drinks to take away from the bar and grab a black cab to the hotel. Everyone is slightly tipsy. I heard Oliver whisper something about Felix, something along the lines of: “I ….. …. to …. the yank!”

We get to the hotel and enter our room, one by one everyone visits the toilet to piss, probably all the drinks they have drunk so far. I connect my Bluetooth speaker to my apple music.

“That is a TUNNNEE!” Harry says waving his fingers into the air. Luke comes out of the bathroom and starts galloping down the room (almost Gangnam styling his way) goofily, irrelevantly to the music. We all begin to laugh. We open up a few cans and begin to have a mini rave in the room, Oliver and Felix rave in one corner as Good Feeling by Flo Rida plays next. I lay down against the headboard next to Harry and we get chatting.

“When I was out there, I kept thinking about you.” Harry says softly.

I now look over at him surprised to hear this, barley knowing one another.

“Me, why?” I ask.

“I don’t know, I just wanted to come back and see you, since leaving school eight years ago I haven’t had a a normal conversation with someone like the one I had with you that night, you made me feel relaxed, normal. Besides I missed those lips of yours.”

We both begin laughing, he continues “See even this, I hardly laugh, you make me smile.”

Harry brings his right hand and meets my left hand which is resting on the bed, his pinkie finger lightly rubbing mine. We slowly intertwine three of our fingers together and clasp down as we stare into each other’s eyes.

“Oy Oi, what’s all this then??” Luke says loudly. Everyone pauses and turns to us both. Harry detaches his hand away and looks ashamed, now sitting there quietly.

“Is there something going on between the two of you?” Jack asks.

“No.” Harry sharply responds.

There is an awkward silence in the room, with the sound of Maroon 5 now playing softly in the background.

“Mate, it’s alright if there is. We don’t have a problem with it. Besides I was wondering when this party was going to become more interesting, I’m horny as fuck!” Jack adds.

In shock, Felix spits out his drink onto Oliver and coughs continuously. Oliver who is now in shock by being spat at with beer, taps his back firmly.

“Wh…what?” Harry says, now surprised.

“Yeah, I mean let’s face it we have no birds here, in a nice hotel room and we just got back after months of being out there, I could do with some fun, can’t you?” Jack looks over at the boys and they smirk. “What do you say boys?” he asks, now looking over at me and Felix.

“Uhhh…” I say

“FUCK YES!” Felix responds eagerly at the same time. Jack and Luke laugh.

“Well alright, I call dibs on the Yank!” Oliver says as he pulls Felix in, feeling his butt cheeks. Felix exhales suddenly, surprised by his manoeuvre.

Harry looks over at me, “Are you ok with this, you can say no if you want?”

“It sounds fun, but I want you on my team.” I wink

Harry and I start kissing slowly, I can see Oliver push Felix towards the other bed, Luke joins them as he begins to unbutton his jeans. Jack goes into the bathroom.

Harry climbs on top of me and takes his jumper off as he does, I feel his biceps and give them a gently squeeze, we continue to make out as he grinds himself upon me. Jack now comes out of the bathroom, now in just his boxers and comes to lay down next to me, he is 6ft 1” and has biceps and firm pecs along with a well-defined stomach. He is clean shaven all over with only light hair on his forearms and hair across his legs and thighs. He pulls the waistband of his black Hugo Boss boxers down and hooks the waistband under his balls, his 8-inch uncut cock stands tall, it’s not as girthy as Harry’s but he has a nice trim bush going, his balls are firm and darker in colour against his white milky complexion. I take my right hand and place it on his dick and lightly rub on it, I can hear small moans and his warm breath as he turns his head my way, I look over at him and begin to kiss him, Harry gets off me and begins to undress, I take my left hand and cross it over to Jack’s cheek and jaw, it is broad and sharp. His lips are slightly thin but he knows how to use them – damn these soldiers sure know how to kiss – I think to myself.

Felix, Oliver and Luke are now all completely naked, Felix is laying on his stomach in-between Luke’s legs (who is laying back against the headboard), he is playing with his dick with his hands and teases him with his tongue, all whilst getting rimmed by Oliver who is bent over behind him, leaning down on his hole, eating him up.

Luke is thinner out of the boys, he stands tall at 6ft and has long, lightly hairy legs, he has a six pack and small pecs, he has biceps but they are not as visible unless he flexes them. His dick is around the same size as Harry’s (7-7.5 inches), he has large balls and a good bush going, I can see Felix enjoying it as he keeps burying himself in it.

Oliver comes across as a shy, polite and a timid lad which we seen throughout the night but a whole new side of him has come out to play as he ravages Felix’s asshole, making him squirm. Oliver is not as muscular as the other boys, he has biceps and a well-defined body and you can tell he works out, he’s about 5ft 11, almost 6ft. He has large thighs and a seven-inch girthy cock with two large balls that hang low from it, his foreskin naturally retracts back as he is ragingly erect.

“That looks fun.” Harry says to me and Jack, pointing at the other bed. “I’ll tell you what boys, let’s have a race, first team that all cums wins!”

“Oh, you’re going down!” Oliver says.

“Alright, well you have to let us prep Jay first, seems like you already got this one ready.” Harry adds, pointing to Felix’s ass.

“Can I fuck him?” Jack eagerly asks.

Harry looks at me for my approval and I give a slight nod.

“Yeah, but go easy on him at first, your cock is a monster mate!” Harry laughs.

“I can’t make promises, I’m all about winning.” Jacks says with a grin on his face.

Jack and Harry swap places, as Harry lays back and I begin to suck on his cock, which is now familiar to me, Jack kneels behind me, lifts my waist up into the air and grabs a fistful of my ass cheeks, he pulls them apart and begins to assertively take control of my ass hole with his mouth. “Mmmmhhhhhhh” I moan gently with Harry’s cock in my mouth, Harry lets out a moan at the same time from the pleasure of my vibrating sound.

I can feel Jack as he licks my hole with his wide tongue, he penetrates me and I can feel it almost one inch deep inside of me. He flicks his tongue up and down in a fast motion, like he is licking out pussy, he must have experience doing this. He does this for a while, I feel my rock-hard dick oozing out precum onto the bed and to my surprise Jack reaches one hand down and begins to stoke me as if he is milking a cow.

“Uuuhhhhhhh fuck.” I say as I retract my mouth away from Harry’s cock.

“Damn what’s going on over there?” Luke says.

Felix brings over some lube for Oliver and he uses it to lube up his fingers and Felix’s hole. Oliver places the tips of his index and middle finger over Felix’s hole and begins to massage him, slowly he pushes his finger-tips into his ass hole and Felix lets out a little whimper. He twists his fingers from left to right as he enters and pushes again, now half way in and then he shoves his remaining finger length into his ass hole and begins to thrust Felix’s hole with his fingers. “Ooohh that feels good” Felix moans as he lifts his head into the air, Luke grabs his head and shoves it back down onto his cock. The boys pleasure and prepare us for several more minutes and then Jack says:

“Bearer Party, are you ready?” Jokingly with a serious tone.

“Oh yeah!” Oliver says excitingly.

Jack spits into my asshole and I feel his cold saliva enter my hole, he then rubs saliva onto his shaft. Both him and Oliver are knelt behind me and Felix in the centre of the bed, with Harry and Luke laying up at a 45-degree angle against the headboard, we are in a sort of spit roast position.

Felix and Oliver use lube, as Oliver enters slowly into Felix, he moans and whimpers with a mouthful of Luke’s cock. “Ahh you are so tight!!” Oliver says as he enters him.

As Jack enters me, I manage well, but as he gets four inches into me, I yell “Aaaugh” – his spit isn’t enough of a lube for me now, he’s going in dry. Jack pulls out as he can feel some resistance and then enters again, now forcefully penetrating my hole. “Ah Jack go slow!” I beg.

“Fuck man, your hole feels tight just like a pussy!” he says.

Jack enters his entire eight inches into my hole as I panted and moaned in between blowing Harry, who kept rubbing my head to reassure me as I was in pleasurable pain. He stayed in me for a moment and then pulled back, slowly re-entering me, he kept pulling back an inch at a time as he done this finally pulling his entire cock out and slamming it back inside of me. I felt his cock head rattle against my man cherry. After moments Jack and Oliver were now pace-fully fucking me and Felix, the room is filled with the sounds of double balls slapping against our ass cheeks.

Jack Groans “Arrgh” as does Oliver “Ffuckk yeah, argh!”

Felix takes in Luke’s dick deep into his mouth to the back of his throat, he’s good at deep throating. Luke breathes deeply and heavily in disbelief as he follows his head up and down with his right hand on the back of his head. Harry also enjoys his blowjob, the musk of his balls and cock are the same as before, although not as sweaty. His precum is sweeter in my mouth.

Jack now picks up the pace as he thrusts me harder and faster, I stroke my dick with my right hand as he does so. I take a breath in between sucking Harry and let out short and quick moans that I try to contain. Jack’s dick begins to expand in me “Uuuuugh, Jay I don’t think I can hold it in any longer…” He says to me.

Harry swiftly gets up and out of position, he kneels on the bed in front of me and grabs my head as he did last time and begins to skull fuck me “Let’s all try and cum together.” He grins. Luke notices this and begins to do the same.

There the six of us were. Me and Felix were being spit-roasted by four of the hot muscular pallbearers, four young British soldiers. I gagged as Harry skull fucked me which overtook my harsh moaning for the way I was being fucked hard and deep by Jack. The room was filled with the slapping sounds of balls, the slimy sound of thrusting and the sloppy sound of sucking and gagging. Jacks cock felt like a fire rod in my ass, he smashed hard against my prostate which made me quiver with each thrust.

“Uhhh…im.. im gonna shoot!” Jack said, Harry pumped extra hard when he heard this and then suddenly:

“Aaarghhhhhhhhhhhh Uh Uh Uh Uh!!” I felt Jack’s warm load shoot deep into my hole, breeding me with several loads of thick creamy cum. I came at the same time hands free which felt amazing, my cum hit up against my stomach and went far as Harry’s knees. Harry then shot his hot load into my mouth – “Mmmmmmhhmmm” he moaned as he thrusted into my mouth slowly now, I swallowed half of it before he pulled out and aimed for my face, his cum hit my hair, around my eyes and lips, I looked up at him as he began wiping his cock around my lips, now smiling. Jack lay upon my back for a short while panting, before collapsed to his left into the bed.

Shortly after Oliver began quivering and he had his teeth clenched with pure concentration in his eyes as he roughly impaled Felix. Me and Harry watched on as he let out a roar of relief.

“Aaauuuuggghhhh!” He panted as he shot out each pump full of cum into Felix, Felix let out a rod of cum fly across onto the mattress at the same time. Luke then began to lose control as he skull fucked Felix whist looking up at the ceiling. “Ah Ah Aaaaahhhh” he heavily let out now Cumming into his cheeks. Felix began to swallow his cum and licked his cock head as if he was cleaning up his wounds.

“We won…” Jack said

“I don’t give a fuck, that was fucking amazing!” Oliver said breathing heavily.

“Yeah” Jack replied. We all adjusted ourselves and lay on the pillows. I was in the middle and I had Harry to the left of me and Jack on the right, I turned to face Harry and laid my head on his chest, he stroked my hair whilst I stroked his chest with my fingers, Jack untucked the duvet with one strong arm and covered us with it, he shuffled up to my back and spooned me with one leg over mine and his cock resting in between my ass cheeks, his arms awkwardly laying across both my arms and Harry’s chest.

The six of us all ended up drifting off and slept.

I’ve been chasing this handsome twink for a long time, Juan, and after weeks of chatting, the day finally came when we met in a gay bar.

I saw him sitting there, he looked innocent, very pretty and sweet. He was shy and I greeted him first. He looked at me with his sparkling eyes and gave me his velvety hand.

We chatted for an hour he got really talkative and we laughed a lot. He said he wanted something romantic and longer. We touched each other a bit the whole time until we started kissing.

We already wanted to come to my house for a drink, but first we wanted to go to the packed dance floor.

In the crowd we danced tightly and kissed romantically, still a bit shy.

Suddenly his kisses got hotter, heavier, he started breathing heavily and finally he moaned in my face.

Then I realized that in the crowd from behind someone had pulled up his shorts and started fucking him.

He fucked him so hard that Juan let go of me to focus fully on the other’s seemingly huge cock.

Then I saw Juan greedily start taking the other’s tongue in his mouth and sucking it like a greedy slut.

The guy slowly pulled him back and down off the dance floor and into a storage room.

I followed and wanted to stop the guy, but he was in the process of fucking my friend so aggressively that stopping was unthinkable.

My friend got louder and louder and involuntarily showed that it was what he had always dreamed of. He moaned like a cheap whore.

The guy thrust into Juan harder and harder and then asked him if he still wanted to go home with a loser or if he wanted to serve the guy he really needed.

Juan moaned loudly that he definitely wants to stay with him.

Then the guy said he could stop if I wanted to, but I had to kneel on the floor.

I did that with the last hope of being able to change something, but the guy didn’t stop, he put one foot on a beer crate and the other on my shoulder and banged Juan, whom he had meanwhile bent over an old pinball machine. even harder. I saw his strong body and his mighty cock with which he fucked Juan deeper and deeper into his slut existence.

He banged him so hard that Juan moaned loudly and squirted against the pinball machine.

He started kissing the guy hot again, he grinned at me, took Juan over his shoulder and carried him into his car and drove away.

I stayed behind in the room and masturbated in pain and lust for almost half an hour and licked the spots where Juan and the guy were fucking.

Then I went home and jerked off the rest of the night with a stomachache and a deep budding submissive lust and thought about Juan and the guy and how he just banged my (ex-)boyfriend.

I walked back into the house after I was done with the rest of my chores and I looked at the chore chart and it said tomorrow I have the goat men and I need to milk them and the sheepmen and shear them and then shear them every 7 weeks and then my dad Casey’s dad make stuff out of it and then next day l get milk from Oxenmen and bullmen and my dad Fred his dad/Grandpa makes dairy products of some of the milk we give him and then he sells them and we get half the prophets. Next to the chore chart is a picture of our country house slidesmen Farm and then I started walking to my room.

I was just about to pass the bathroom door when I heard a noise. I looked at the door and saw it was slightly open. I walked over to it and I moved closer to the door and I stuck my head inside the bathroom. I looked around the room of our biggest bathroom in the house. The room has a shower area like you see in high schools and 2 Frame Shower Doors & Panels like shower areas and an area with 3 toilets and a pool bathtub and 3 personal bathroom vanity and the bathroom has two large windows on its North and east side of the room and they are one-sided see-through glass and there are steam room and sauna and the room are in different Sage of blue and white and tan.

My old brother Eric and my Dad Casey and Fred are in one of the shower stalls together having a three-way makeout session and stroking each other’s Cocks and playing with each other’s holes and rubbing soap on each other with the other hand and the sounds of the moaning and the sound of hands running over wet and soapy skin fill the room. Then my dad’s picked up Eric and moved them right above their cocks that were pressing against each other, and my dad Casey saying doesn’t have to take both of them if he is not ready yet. Eric looked at them and said he was comfortable with their concern, but he could handle it. He had been practicing with Dildos, and his girlfriend pegged him sometimes, and he had sex with his guy friends and played with Dildos and other sex toys and masturbated while they watch porn or sexy versions of Gay Survivor sexy scenes.

They like watching Gay Survivor they watch 26 guys do the challenges and the shelters they built with the material they find by following Clues they were given and there are also clues to areas where they can get food from nature and there are some food clues that give food from the network and There is a medical place next to the Tribal Council and there are Five other types of Survivor TV shows and straight survivor and gay Survivor and bisexual Survivor and lesbian Survivor and regular Survivor they changed a few things to make it a bit safer. The first four types of Survivor are a bit sexier, and if you want to watch them have sex, you have to go on the website because on the TV show, they only will have sexy moments and stuff. There are sexy challenges and normal ones that you will see on the TV shows.

 That’s the reason he gave them that he could handle it so they lowered him on their cocks. While they were lowering Eric down on their dicks his eyes widened and enjoyment and lust appeared on his face with every inch until they were completely in Eric’s ass and all three of them said something similar to this feels really good and then started and moving him up and down slowly and started making out each other again. the sounds and moaning and groaning and some sexy noises and words come from their lips and bodies.

I Watching this cause me to get hard again, so I lowered my hands into my opened robe and past my white tank top, and I lowered the pale blue briefs, and started playing with my cock. I was distracted by the site in front of me and playing with my dick and so I did not hear my younger brother Derek sneaking over to me until I felt I have my hand pushed from my cock and replaced it with a warm wet mouth and a hand holding my prick at first I was wrapped in the pleasure of someone mouth on my dick and giving me a pretty decent blow job and then a new memory from this world was triggered and I knew who was giving me the blow job it was my younger brother Derek I looked down and there he was smiling at me and have his phone in his other hand that wasn’t on my cock.

It said hey bro sorry for surprising you. I was looking for our brother Eric when I saw you looking into the bathroom and I was curious what you were doing until I remembered our dads were taking their morning shower after breakfast and when I was walking over to you I saw you were playing with your self while watching our dads then when I was almost to you I heard Eric’s voice and realize you’re watching one or both of them having sex with him and the mental picture of that plus what I saw in front of me got me very horny and I decided to have some fun with you while you are watching them and sorry if this makes you upset with me I know you told me it’s only polite to ask first and if you know the person wouldn’t mind and you know them. what they were like earlier so you can get a good idea of what their response would be.

I took out my phone and started typing out what got let me into the situation and I typed I was okay for him to do and he got the right idea was my response was going to be and I told him he was getting pretty good at this and remember what our parents told us about safe sex and sexual experiences. Derek is sucking on my cock and swelling his tongue, and he is bobbing his head up and down my dick he changes the pace by licking at my cock like an ice cream cone, and then he restarts and then repeats while using a finger to swirl around my ass hole. while I continue watching and liking what’s in front. I am feeling great from my brother Derek’s mouth and hands, and I can tell he’s enjoying it as well from the soft noises he’s making.

Planting his lips at the Tip of my cock. he slowly began licking his way up the tube of flesh, tracing the veins and taking in the taste and scent, his own breathing getting a little heavier the more he got turned on. Reaching the tip, I locked eyes with Derek as he ran his tongue all over the knob, flicking the opening a couple of times, enjoying the moans and wiggling his teasing elicited as he put on a show. With a wink, he brought his lips against the spongy tissue and pushed down, taking the large head into his mouth, gently sucking on it. Jaxdan stared, entranced, as Derek continued sliding his lips down, taking inch after inch of Jaxdan’s length until he was about halfway down and had to stop, his mouth stretched around the wide shaft. Pulling back up, he let the thick meat slide out from between his lips with a slight choke. “Fuck…going to have to work on trying to take this beast and some other cocks as well and I am still new to this stuff.” I Licked my lips, he devoured Jaxdan once more, managing to work another inch into his throat before coming back up for air, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes from the effort. Wiping his cheeks dry, once more the substantial member disappeared into Derek’s mouth.

I look at Derek. He looks like having my cock in his mouth, and he is also focused on just enjoying the taste and feel of my cock, sucking and slurping on his brother’s third leg. Meanwhile, his hands were relishing the feel of his brother’s body – more muscular and lightly hairier than his own, one hand running up and down the meaty thighs below and the other tracing the sculpted lines of my abs up above.

I continue watching my brother Eric and my dad’s sexy situation with each other they stopped double penetrating him and they moved him upside down to a new position now Eric is now sucking on my dad Casey’s cock while my other dad Fred started to sucking on Eric’s balls and then he started eating his ass and my dad Casey is sucking on Eric Cock. They did it for a few minutes, and then they moved Eric around, and they switched and started it again. Now my dad Fred is now the one getting his cock sucked while sucking on Eric’s dick, and my dad Casey is now the one eating his ass.

And I could tell all three of them were getting close to coming, and so was I. Things started to pick up, and then all five of us came nearly at the same time. When I was coming down from my orgasm, I realized they heard us, and I could tell them now see us and so they walked over to the door and opened it and found me standing there with my cock hanging out and Derek next to me on his knees. Well, well, Dads, look who we have here watching us and having some fun of Their own my big brother Eric said, and all three of them still dripping with water and soap and cum.

Derek and I explained how we got into the situation and Derek told me he did some of his chores and then went to look for Eric to see if borrow a book from him and the one he wanted to borrow from him was The Adventures of Lawsuit and T-boy by Jacob Mott and it’s the one that tells the story of their beginning as superheroes. Eric and my dad huddled together and talked a little bit, and when they were done, Eric came up to us and looked at both of us and said well, I understand how this happened, and now knowing that you guys were watching us make the situation you’re in the exciting and hot and we talk about it more later. Now that this is all over we used to get all ready for school and our dads get ready for work and before we all left to get ready for the day we kiss each other in a way that you kiss someone that you’re a relationship or so when you’re passionate about.

We all headed to our bedrooms to get dressed for the day. I got to my room and put on my uniform and walked in front of the mirror to check is everything was okay and I noticed my uniform looked 14% sexier than it usually does and like everybody knows uniforms are usually sexy if it’s made well and put on properly. I noticed a few details that made my uniform look a bit sexier it’s my shirt is a bit more fitting and my pants cup the shape of my crotch and my ass and a few more things. My uniform always reminds me of the one from TV shows and cartoons, by the way, how good it looks. I grabbed the rest of the stuff that I needed for school, picked up my backpack and my gym bag, went downstairs to grab lunch in case I didn’t like something on the school’s lunch menu, and headed to my car. And when I got to the car, I put my stuff in the back seat and sat down in the driver’s seat, waiting for my younger brother Derek. I looked and saw my older brother Eric’s car was already gone. Then I got a text from my brother Eric that says Jaxdan knowing that you were watching me and our dads having some sexy time made the experience better and kind makes me want to have some time with you and maybe you are little brother Derek and got to tell you some of my friends think you’re cute / handsome and are wondering if they could have some time with you to get to know you and other things as well.

Well, I was waiting, and it came to my mind that I hadn’t checked my social media since I got here. I looked on my phone to see if there were any more differences I check Facebook I have more friends than I used to have and the pictures of sexy TV shows and mentions of some things I saw in my room and noticed with the normal stuff you see on Facebook and checked my Instagram And pretty much like everything here it was just sexy pictures of me my friends and family and I saw a thing called sexy moments I clicked it and I saw stuff that really reminds mix of a TV show and porn together. There were even pictures and videos of me and my friends and family doing porn-like and checked my Instagram and on and there were sexy pictures and videos of my friends and family and there was a thing called sexier moments and I clicked on it and there were pictures and videos of me and my friends and family and people are I knew doing porn like things.

On my page, it was sexy pics of me and I had like 30k followers seeing that made me happy and embarrassed and a few other emotions looking at this and I guess I will get used to this new world that I’m in. A moment later my brother Derek came into the garage and got into the car and put him is stuff in the back and we are ready to go and we left the garage and headed to school.

To be continued 

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As I stood up to follow his order and shower he said, “First, on your knees to clean my cock.” I did as he asked, licking his cum and my ass off his thick half hard cock. The urge to worship and suck that thick coach cock overcame me and I started sucking him like I needed his cum. After a few seconds he stepped back, leaving me wanting.

“That’s a good little whore. But now you deserve a shower. Across the hall, boy.”

He kissed me when I stood up then slapped my ass towards the door. I walked across the hallway and turned the shower on. Looking at myself in the mirror I couldn’t believe I had just been bred, again. And that I really was a cock whore. I’d always liked girls but being used by my coach fulfilled me and turned me on like nothing I had ever felt before.

Snapped back to reality by the cum running down my big ass cheek and thick thighs I stepped into the shower. In the shower I let the water run over me for a minute before putting my face under. I stayed there with my eyes closed for a minute. Soon I heard him step into the bathroom and I turned around to see him standing there with his still partly hard, big cock swinging, the glistening tip making me lick my lips.

He stepped into the shower and without a word pinned me to the wall kissing me aggressively. It felt amazing. His goatee against my face, tongue deep in my mouth, the feeling of being wanted and dominated. More exciting was realizing that he was hard again, and thrusting against my cock and belly. As we kissed he played with my ass cheeks occasionally teasing my hole.

“Now turn around, coach is going to get you ready.”

I faced the wall and heard him soap up his hand before I felt his soapy hand run up and down my crack. Soon he was using his stout strong fingers to tease and prod my wanting hole again.

“You like that boy?”
“Yes sir,” I responded as I pushed my ass back to meet his fingers.

“That’s a good whore,” he said as he grabbed me neck and jammed his two fingers as far as he could up my ass. “You like when coach uses your ass?”

“Yes coach! I love when you use my ass. My ass is yours. Lick it. Finger it. Fuck it.”

“Good boy. Now put your face against the wall and stick your ass out. I’m going to fuck you silly, boy.”

I turned around immediately, bending forward while arching my back and sticking my ass out. He lined himself up, grabbed my hips, and shoved himself in me so hard I almost fell down.

I whimpered loudly and he responded,  “I’m about to really use your boy hole I hope you are ready you little slut. Relax and enjoy it or it’s going to hurt.”

“Yes Coach Kev. Fuck me and fill my hole.”

With that he regripped my hips and fucked me into the wall. It hurt. A lot at first and then it was like a dull thudding. I was just focusing on not falling. He fucked my hole while grunting and moaning while I lightly whimpered. “Take that boy. You little slut jockboy. You are my little piece of ass and I’m going to fuck you every weekend, you got that?”

“Yes coach.” I said between whimpers.

“OK, back to bed,” he said abruptly.

I was sore when he pulled out of me, and started walking to the bedroom.

“Are you OK boy?”

“Just a little sore, coach.”

“Shit buddy. That’s my fault. I should have taken more time to stretch you out and train you before fucking you like this. I’m forgetting this is only your second day being coached. You are just such a sexy little slut that I forgot.”

“Thanks.” I said, blushing. “I really love it, I just can’t handle the pounding. It does turn me on though, Coach.”

“You will learn, boy.” He kissed me. “Now, what do you want to do?”

“Please my coach.”

“Good boy. Get on your back.”

Once on my back I grabbed my ankles and he dove his goatee into my ass. Within seconds the rimming was over and he was tongue fucking my loosened hole. “Mmmm fuck yeah coach that feels so good” I moaned.

“Boy, your hole is nice and warmed up. I love tongue fucking you deeply. My little boy pussy.”

I kept moaning and saying, “fuck yes coach” while he ate me out, him lightly stroking my cock with one hand his with the other.

“Fuck me, coach.”

He got up, lined his thick pulsing cock against my hole, smearing his pre around. He applied some pressure while looking me in the eyes and it popped right into my loosened hole. He smiled, “that’s a good whore.” Then he bent down and aggressively kissed me while slowly starting to fuck me. By the time he stopped kissing me he was fucking me rapidly again, not quite as pounding as before but really quickly and deep. I was moaning like crazy and he was grunting away.

We made eye contact again and I pulled him in for a kiss, with that he tensed up and shot his third load deep into my ass. The feeling making me cum between our bellies. We kept kissing for minutes, and eventually he pulled his mostly soft cock from my ass and pushed himself up. He licked up my cum and swallowed it, tossed me a towel, and said, “Are you my little slut now?”

“Forever, Coach Kev. Anytime you want my hole is yours. That was so fucking amazing.”

“Just so you know boy. As training progresses it will get more intense. I won’t take it easy and gentle on you always. Sometime I’m going to use you like a fuck toy, you understand?

“Yes sir.”

“Good. I’ll see you next Saturday. Same time.”

I was almost 40 and just experimenting with MM sex. I had started frequenting the adult bookstores and theaters. In the bookstores I would find the booths with glory holes in them and take my cock out to play with it while watching the porn. I had started watching just straight porn and would let someone suck me off through the hole in the wall.

I then began watching some of the gang bang stuff with the women being fucked by several men, again sticking my cock through the wall for the cock sucker on the other side. Then one time I found a channel with the shemales. I soon became hooked on these.

As soon as I would get back to the booths I would find the shemale movies and stroke my cock to them. Sometimes I would even cum before anyone invited my cock through the hole. No matter what though I would always leave as soon as I had cum.

It wasn’t long before I started checking out other bookstores looking for different shemale movies to watch, I had become hooked on these. Then I discovered the adult theaters. Wow, what a gold mine of sorts for porn movies.

Then it happened. I was sitting near the back of one theater watching a beautiful shemale getting spit roasted by two big black cocks. My cock was the hardest it had ever been and I had it out slowly stroking it as it was dripping pre cum. I heard the door open and like everyone else I turned to see who was coming in when I saw this beautiful black goddess walk in.

She slowly walked to the isle and started down it until she got to where I was sitting in the middle of the row, with cock out and dripping its juices. Now, without any bragging I have a rather large cock. It is thick and about 8 inches long. She stopped and looked at it for a second then made her way to the seat beside me.

Once she sat down she moved her hand to my cock and replaced my hand on it. As she stroked it I was in heaven. Then she leaned over and took it into her mouth and began sucking it. It didn’t take long and I shot off right down her throat. Embarrassed by my premature release I hurriedly tucked it away and quickly left.

I went back there several times over the next two weeks but never saw her again. Then one evening while I was there in she walked. She saw me and headed right for me. As soon as she sat down she told me she was going to suck me again and this time I better not leave as soon as I cum. She wanted me to return the favor.

I thought okay I can eat her pussy for her, not a problem. So she bent over and began sucking my rock hard cock. However this time I hadn’t been there all that long so I wasn’t ready to cum as soon as the last time. She sucked me for a good ten minutes and was caressing my balls and running a finger over my hole. About the time she put just a little pressure against my hole I shot my load into her hungry mouth.

She then took her breasts out and told me, now it’s my turn. I began playing with her nipples when she grabbed my head and pulled it to them. I was soon sucking on one and pulling the nipple on the other then switching back and forth. While I was doing this she pulled her shorts down and then began pushing my head downward.

As my head got to her waist she pushed it down harder and I was shocked to find she had a big black cock there, not the pussy I was expecting. As I struggled to lift my head up she held if firmer and whispered into my ear. I told you to return the favor after I sucked your cock, now start sucking mine or I will reach over and crush your balls.

I slowly opened my mouth and that big black cock became the very first cock to pass over my lips. As she held my head she began forcing it up and down on it making me gag as she tried to get my head all the way down it. After a while I could feel it entering my throat. She just kept pushing until my nose was against her groin.

As she fucked my mouth this way she was telling me what a good cock sucker I was going to make. Pretty soon she just pushed down and stopped. I could feel the head start to throb and then the spurts of cum started. The first couple spurts shot directly down my throat then she pulled my head up and finished shooting all over my face.

When she was finished she told me to walk out with her. But she wouldn’t let me wipe her cum off. As we were walking out the clerk stopped us and began talking to her. While I was trying to hide behind her he asked her who her new friend was.

So she moved me in front of her and she told him I was her new cock sucker and the next time she saw me in here she was going to fuck my ass. Then she led me out to the parking lot where she told me to be back here the following day and be ready for that ass fucking she was going to give me.

I didn’t go back though. In fact I stayed away for two weeks before I finally returned. As I walked in and paid the fee for the theater the clerk said he remembered me and told me to enjoy myself back there. When I got to the door I turned back and saw him on the phone as he buzzed me in.

It wasn’t long before that shemale showed up. She came right over to me and asked me why I didn’t come back that next day like she told me to. I told her I wasn’t a cock sucker and what she made me do was a onetime thing only. I just wanted to watch the movie and get my cock sucked, not suck anyone else’s or be fucked in my ass.

She sat down and told me if that was how I felt then that was okay with her and she wanted to suck my cock again. So I pushed my pants down and she bent over and took me into her mouth. She soon had me ready to unload but then she stopped. She sat up and took her top off. She asked me if I liked her tits and I said I did. She took my head and brought it to one of them and I started sucking on her nipple.

As I did she began rubbing my cock and bringing me right to the edge but not letting me get over it. She kept her other hand on my head and started to push me lower. I started to resist when she grabbed my balls and squeezed them tightly. She then told me that if I didn’t do what she wanted she would squeeze them harder so I better get her cock out and start sucking it.

I soon had her cock hard and leaking its pre-cum in my mouth. She started telling me that not only was I indeed a cock sucker but I was her cock sucker and she was going to share me with the rest of the men in the theater so I could suck their cocks while she had me bent over the back of the seat and fucking my ass.

She then pulled my head up and told me to stand up. I stood up and she bent me over the back of the seat and said loudly that I needed a hard cock in my mouth while she fucked me. It didn’t take long and there was a line waiting their turn as I started sucking their cocks.

While I was sucking the cocks she began pushing her big black she cock into my man pussy. I tried to struggle but couldn’t do much in the position she had me in except take it. While she took her time fucking me cock after cock emptied its load down my throat. I lost count after a while so I am not sure how many cocks I sucked off but every one of them gave me a belly full of cum.

She finally bred me deeply with her seed and as soon as she pulled out someone else took her place. I ended having my ass bred deeply by six more big black cocks before it was over. She then told me to get dressed and unless I wanted to do this again don’t come back here.

I left and as soon as I got home I took a shower and crashed. I dreamed of doing all of this again sometime but kept telling myself that I wouldn’t go back.

Several weeks later I found myself in the parking lot of that theater…………..

≈ DEAD CALM ON THE HIGH SEAS ≈

by Hunknown

 

 

~ Kid ~

A.D. 1667. Somewhere in the middle of the Caribbean Sea.

The surface of the sea, as flat as a glass, reflected the bright full moon and the motionless shape of the HMS Vanguard, whose sails hung lifeless in the dead calm.

Kid was sitting on the warm planks of the poop bridge, the uppermost bridge of the small warship, gazing at the distant horizon, hoping to spot the other vessels of their fleet, but the unchanging void around them stretched as far as the eye could see.

‘Kid’… He hated that nickname. “Wayland Kidston, Landsman” – he said under his breath to himself, to hear, once in a while, his full name and rank. After all, at 26, he was anything but a kid, and his manly body, lithe but with well-defined muscles in the right places, was anything but childish. But alas, everyone called him Kid on the ship.

A creak in the wooden planks startled him for a moment, but there was no one around. He knew he shouldn’t have been there. The poop bridge, the farthest end of the stern of the ship, overlooked the quarterdeck, where the helm was located, and was also the roof of the Captain’s cabin: only the commissioned officers could access that area. But no one ever climbed up the poop bridge, and at night it was much a better place where to relax then the crew quarters.

Kid’s mind went back to last week, when the fleets of His Majesty fought a bloody naval fight facing the coast of Martinique, against the French Navy. The HMS Vanguard was a small and agile ship, and was the first to sneak within the enemy lines and open fire. The Royal Navy was victorious, in the end, but there were casualties aboard the Vanguard: the sailing master fell overboard and disappeared in the black water, and an explosion killed the Lieutenant and three seamen.

And his fellow landsman! That coward jumped overboard before the Vanguard engaged battle, trying to swim ashore. Kid hoped with a mounting anger that he had met his fate in the deep waters of the Martinique Bay: no forgiveness for the deserter!

Kid, too, was just a landsman, a deck hand, the lowest rank on the ship: his task was only to clean, serve the other men and carry weights around; but still, when the battle raged, he was were a man should be, on the deck, helping the seamen maneuvering the sails at the Captain’s command, bringing gunpowder to the gunners and keeping at hand buckets of water to extinguish possible fires.

After defeating the French Navy, the Vanguard and a few other ships set sail toward their homeland, England, and ventured in the vast and dangerous Caribbean Sea, but they got caught in a dreadful storm that dispersed the fleet. The next morning, the sun rose on the lonely Vanguard, motionless, stuck in a dead calm in the middle of an endless sea, and none of the other ships was anywhere to be seen. In the last four days not the faintest gust of wind was caught by the huge mainsail, the only one left hoisted.

Kid sighed and stood up; he cautiously climbed down the poop deck and headed to the crew quarters, hoping to be able to sleep despite the hot and humid still air. Apart from the Captain, who had his cabins on the quarterdeck, and the cook, who always slept in the galley, the rest of the crew, including the petty officers, shared the crew quarters, a dark cramped place stinking of sweat and body gas filled with nothing but dirty berths and sleeping men.

Kid lay down on his berth and couldn’t help but hear some muffled moans coming from the opposite end of the quarters; the seamen were restless, after four days of dead calm with nothing to do, and their pent-up energy sought relieve in… less-than-honorable intimate contacts, often not fully consensual. Truth to be told, Kid had nothing against some good man-to-man sex, or at least, he always felt a strong attraction toward men; but most of the seamen were just too disgusting and rude to even think to have an intercourse with them.

He turned his head to look at Scott, the Quartermaster, soundly sleeping on his back in the berth across the narrow aisle. How handsome he was! His black long hair and his well-shaved face gave him a noble look, at least in Kid’s eyes. In his mid-thirties, Scott was an icon of confident manliness. Kid scanned Scott’s exceptionally muscular upper body, the wide shoulders, the bulging hairy pecs, the impressive biceps, the powerful hips hidden under the knee-long loose underpants.

Kid’s greedy gaze fixated on the twitches that ever so often made the loose fabric of the crotch rise like a tent. Unlike most of the other seamen, Scott never searched for male company, as far as Kid could remember, not even during those restless days of dead calm, and his manly body must’ve been desperately seeking for relief.

With a sigh of repressed lust, Kid rolled on his stomach and fell asleep.

 

~ Endangered virtue ~

Kid was abruptly roused from his restless sleep by a strong calloused head on his neck, pinning him down to the berth. A menacing voice hissed: “Don’t you dare to move or make the faintest sound, boy”. Kid recognized the man by his stink and his slurred talk due to several missing teeth in his mouth: he was Garth, the Carpenter’s mate, a lewd man who several times had shot licentious glances at Kid.

“You keep flaunting your beautiful little ass in front of me” – the seaman growled – “and tonight I’m going to give you what you’re begging for…”

“I didn’t do anything like that…” – Kid whined under his breath, scared shitless, but he froze when he felt, through the fabric of his underpants, a cold blade intruding in the deep groove of his ass. “D… Don’t hurt me…” – Kid murmured, feeling rivulets of cold sweat running down his face – “Please, Garth, put away that knife…”

With a sudden upward movement, the sharp blade ripped Kid’s loose undergarment, exposing his firm buttocks; a rough wet finger unceremoniously forced open his back door, making him wince. “The boy is very tight…” – the lewd voice murmured – “Sorry, boy, it will hurt, but don’t you dare to scream, if you want to see the sun tomorrow”.

Kid felt his heart sink in a bottomless pit. Despite his attraction to men, he was still a virgin, and the idea of having his virtue torn away from him by such a disgusting man repulsed him. ‘Virtue’… He was anything but a shy maiden, but still, so far, he had waited, to offer his virginity to a man who deserved such a gift.

With mounting horror, he felt a stiff cock exploring the bottom of his groove, in search of the secluded portal. The strong hand was still pinning him down to the berth, and the menacing death threats still echoed in his ears, but he just couldn’t let that disgusting man take away from him what he had most precious. “No… Please, no… NOOOO!!!”, Kid screamed, desperate, wriggling furiously to keep his inviolate hole away from the stiff rod about to spear him; but the humongous helmet pressed harder on his hole, painfully trying to force it open.

Suddenly, Kid felt the strong hand pinning him down being lifted, and the menacing cock being withdrawn from his ass. He turned around and saw Garth, standing upright, trying to escape the deadly grip of a strong arm around his neck.

“Your mother, that bitch, instead of fucking every man around, should’ve taught you what a ‘no’ means!” – Scott yelled to Garth, holding him so tight that the seaman almost couldn’t breathe – “Well, I’ll teach you, old pig!”

The other men, now fully awake, lit up the oil lamps and gasped with surprise, looking at Scott holding Garth in his deadly grip, exposing to anyone his shameful erection; to raise even more his embarrassment, Scott roughly pulled down the seaman’s loose underpants, leaving him completely naked and helpless, in front of all his mates.

“First off” – Scott ordered – “since you are so much prey of your lust, you should get rid of that filthy boner of yours. Jack off!”

Garth managed to whine, through his compressed throat: “N… Now? Here?”

“Don’t let me say it twice!” – Scott roared, tightening the grip around the man’s neck. Garth immediately reached down to his own cock and started stroking it frantically, among the mocking and lewd comments of the crew. When he finally stiffened and spurted his seed in long ropes to the floor, a raucous laughter exploded in the crew quarters.

Garth hoped that his punishment was over, but Scott had other plans. He reached around to Garth’s still dripping cock, pulled the foreskin down and brushed his calloused fingers around the sensitive tip. Garth bucked and hissed for the unbearable feeling of having his now oversensitive cock manhandled so viciously.

“Now, what does it mean when someone says ‘NO’ to you?” – Scott growled, squeezing the tender flesh between his thumb and his index finger.

Garth gasped a couple times before replying: “It m… means that he doesn’t want me to do it…”

“AND…?” – Scott insisted, brushing his entire dry palm on the exposed glans. Garth whined loud, feeling his legs go weak, and with broken voice screamed: “…And I have to stop immediately and leave him alone!!!”

“Good boy! Here’s a treat for you!” – Scott growled, roughly shoving Garth to the floor, and pressing his face into the puddle of his own semen – “Keep your filthy cock in your pants, you old pig, or we could soon have another spare berth, here.”

The crewmen slowly went back to their berths and the lights went off. Scott got closer to Kid, who was still shivering for the tension, and gently took him by hand: “Come, stay with me tonight. You’re safe, I’ll watch over you, I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

Kid lay on Scott’s bed, facing the aisle, trying to take as little space as possible, but soon felt Scott’s arms pulling him in a tender, protective embrace. “Sleep, Kid. You’re safe.”

 

~ Tense tenderness ~

But Kid was too shaken to sleep. “W… Why did you do that, Scott? Things like that happen all the time here. You just made an enemy of a fellow seaman to save me, a simple landsman. Why?”

Scott’s voice exuded a great shyness when, after a tense pause, he replied embarrassed: “I… I really care for you, Kid.”

The tenderness of those simple words, those restrained words that gave a glimpse of something much deeper harboring in Scott’s heart, made Kid’s heart flutter. He turned his head to look at Scott and placed a tentative, tender kiss on his lips: “Thank you, Scott. I owe you so much. If it wasn’t for you, Garth would’ve hurt me much more than he thought…”

“Why, are you… a virgin?” – Scott asked, softly, and Kid averted his gaze, nestling deeper in Scott’s strong embrace: “I am. Though I confess, sincerity for sincerity, that I always felt attracted to men, and I feel very attracted… to you. I just didn’t find the right men to give… myself to.”

Scott took those words like an invitation, and pressed harder his muscular body against Kid’s back; the boy’s underpants were still widely torn, and Kid could clearly feel Scott’s stiffening manhood pressing with urgency against his ass, separated from the object of its desire by just a thin layer of fabric. And soon, even that thin barrier was taken away by Scott’s feverish hand.

Kid held his breath, feeling Scott’s naked member brushing with slow, sensual strokes on his firm buttocks. He turned around and looked wide-eyed at Scott, whose gaze was lit by an irrepressible fire: “Give yourself to me, Kid…” – the man said with coarse voice – “It’s been so long since I last enjoyed the tenderness of someone’s flesh…”

There was such an urgency, such an animalistic desire in Scott’s eyes, that Kid felt his head spin. He was not ready to unreservedly give himself to a man, that night; not even to Scott, who had lately populated his dreams ever so often. But if it wasn’t for his brave mate, now Kid would’ve lost forever the treasure that Scott now was asking for.

“If you really want it, I’ll give you” – Kid murmured, gazing deep into Scott’s feverish eyes – “because I owe you. But I’m not ready, Scott, I’m too tense, your pleasure would be my pain…”

Scott stood silent for a moment, breathing heavily, and then slowly nodded his head; his handsome features contracted in a deep frown while, with cruel determination, he put a lid on the fire that was enflaming his loins. Kid had wet eyes, feeling guilty for the hard step Scott was taking out of affection and respect for him; so far, Kid had never known what being in love meant, but the deep feelings that stormed in his heart in that moment were as close to love as he could guess.

Scott recoiled and fumbled with his underpants, trying to lock again his straining erection into its cage of sexual deprivation, but Kid stopped him: “Wait… Let me at least do this…”

Kid’s hand gently curled around Scott’s stiff member, that felt scorching hot under his fingers. The first tentative slow strokes gave a surge of sudden pleasure to Scott, who couldn’t restrain a low, guttural moan. “Lie down and let everything to me…” – Kid said softly, gently making Scott roll on his back; while still stroking Scott’s cock, Kid dove his fingers into the thick body hair covering the man’s chest, feeling the powerful muscles twitching under his touch. The boy’s prying fingers searched for the stiff titties and played with them, caressing, tickling and squeezing them, and more restrained groans welcomed the tender ministration.

Kid leaned over the heaving torso and kissed with passion every inch of the furry skin, moving down from the pecs to the navel, paying the due homage to the belly button and sliding further on to the pubes. Scott’s manhood stood proudly in front of Kid’s eyes, and he felt the irresistible urge to part his lips and engulf the throbbing member with his mouth.

Expert, he was not; but Kid didn’t spare himself to service the man’s rod at his best; at the cost of chocking on the fat helmet, Kid kept on pushing his head down, until he felt it slide through his tight throat muscles. And then did it again and again, careless of the tears flowing out of his eyes and the throat slime seeping out of his mouth: he owed everything to Scott, that wonderful man who saved him from a horrible rape, and then cruelly restrained his own urges out of affection for him.

Kid felt Scott’s body stiffen and pursed his lips harder on the rock-hard shaft, ready to catch and drink all the manly seed that Scott was about to pour into his mouth; but when, with a repressed growl, Scott exploded, the torrent of sweet-salty semen that erupted from his cock was too much even for Kid’s greedy mouth, and some of it seeped out of the pursed lips, creating a large puddle on Scott’s pubic bush. Kid didn’t give up, and after gulping down as much of Scott’s essence as he could, he licked and lapped Scott’s groin until every drop of sperm had been cleared.

With sparkling eyes, Kid looked at Scott’s now relaxed face and smiled tenderly; he moved to kiss him, but Scott suddenly backed up, unwilling to taste his own semen. Or better, unwilling to taste a man’s semen at all, as it repulsed him, for whatever reason; it was his nature, but he realized how rude his act was to Kid and hastened to say: “Sorry, Kid… I can’t… I don’t like… I’m so sorry!”

Kid shook his head, smiling playfully, and murmured: “Your wish is my command”.

“You silly!” – Scott giggled, and then pulled Kid down on his chest: “Come here, mate, let’s have at least some sleep…”   

 

~ Captain Llewellyn Musgrave ~

The next day, early in the morning, Kid climbed again up to the poop deck, longing to find a solitary place where to stitch his torn underpants. The last thing he wanted was someone pitying on him for Garth’s assault, and anyway, while working, he had to stay half-naked, and didn’t want anyone to see him unproperly attired during the work shift.

He was so engrossed in working his needle in the worn-out fabric that he didn’t see the Captain’s face peeking from the wooden stairs until it was too late.

“Oh, shit! Ouch!” – Kid exclaimed, surprised and embarrassed, pricking his finger with needle – “Oh, sorry sir… Captain… Sir Captain! I… I know I shouldn’t be here, I’m going… I’m going! Sorry…”

“Hey, hey! Calm down… Wayland, is it?”

“Landsman Wayland Kidston, sir” – Kid hastened to reply, trying unsuccessfully to collect all his stuff and continuously dropping something, hit by the notion that the Captain knew his name. His real name, not that stupid ‘Kid’!

“Captain Llewellin Musgrave, at your service” – the Captain said with an irresistible smile, elegantly touching his hat. Kid knew well who the Captain was, of course, not only because he was the Captain, but also because his aristocratic allure and his extremely handsome features had stirred deep emotions into Kid’s heart since he first set foot aboard. But alas, he was way out of his league. Having him unexpectedly so close made Kid overly excited and clumsy, and he went on picking up and dropping stuff, unable to get a grip on himself.

Looking at him, the Captain burst in a sincere laughter: “Calm down, Landsman Kidston! This time you will avoid the court-martial, ha ha ha! Sit down and go on with what you’re doing, don’t mind me, I just needed a moment to relax, away from everything. May I?”

The Captain pointed to the floor next to Kid, and the lad replied under his breath: “It’s your ship, sir, you can sit wherever it pleases you…”

The Captain laughed again and sat down on the planks, taking off his hat and his jacket. He glanced at Kid’s stitching job and his smile suddenly faded. “I started serving in the Royal Navy as a Landsman, just like you…” – he said seriously, looking at the rough cut in the fabric – “I was a lithe blond young lad, and it wasn’t easy, at first, gaining the respect of the crew. I… I know first-hand what that cut in your underpants means…”

Kid stopped working, astonished by the Captain’s confidences, and looked straight into his blue eyes. The Captain held his gaze: “If anyone… touched you, tell me, Wayland, and he will be severely punished.”

“I heartily thank you, sir” – Kid replied, shyly – “It was a close call, but I was lucky, I could keep myself… err… intact”. There was a hint of blush in the Captain’s cheeks, and Kid hastened to add: “The Quartermaster protected me, sir. He already gave the man what he deserved, I’m sure no one will ever try and hurt me in the future.”

“I’m glad to hear you are safe, and I’m glad you could keep yourself… intact” – the Captain said, blushing again, and turned to look at the horizon. After a long pause, he said: “I noticed you, Wayland, both in battle and during the navigation, doing the seamen’s job better than they themselves. Quite impressive, for a Landsman.”

“I’m a trained Able Seamen, sir” – Kid explained with half a smile on his face – “but when I asked to be assigned to Vanguard, the only position available was as Landsman. And here I am…”. Kid shut his mouth, before he could reveal why he specifically asked to be assigned to the Vanguard. The reason was sitting next to him.

“I’m happy you’re here. Your aid on the deck, especially in battle, was valuable, and it didn’t go unnoticed.”

“I… I too noticed you, sir” – Kid said, cautiously – “After we lost both the Lieutenant and the Sailing Master, you were the only officer left, and you were incredible, running from deck to deck, doing the job of three men at once. I admired you so much, sir! And… I still do.”

Captain Musgrave stifled a smile and turned again to silently look at the horizon.

Kid finished stitching his underpants and dared to glance at the pensive Captain. He was probably in his mid or late forties, and his face showed the signs of a life spent at sea, but he was very handsome nevertheless, he had a kind and wise look, and he filled the elegant uniform in a very enticing way. His long blond hair was tied in a ponytail, but many rebel locks fell freely on the forehead. There was an unspeakable sadness in his beautiful deep blue eyes while he gazed at the distant end of the Ocean, a heartbreaking pain, and Kid felt something stirring deep inside. He wanted to hug the Captain, kiss him, comforting him in any way: he wished there was a way to take on himself that pain, whatever its root, so to give relief to that wonderful man, whom he admired deeply… if really what he felt was just admiration. Kid was unable to fully understand the deep, blurred feelings he felt toward the Captain, but again, they were as close to love as he could guess.

The Captain’s hand bore a large wedding ring, and Kid cautiously inquired: “Is your wife waiting for you in England?”

There was a subtle but dramatic change in the Captain’s handsome features; he clenched his jaws and looked away, hiding a sudden frown: “You shouldn’t stay here, Landsman!” – he growled, angry, standing up.

Kid gasped and quickly leapt on his feet, picked up his stuff, this time without dropping anything, and quickly moved to the stairs. To do so, he had to walk close to the Captain, who turned his head away not to smell the whiff of rancid sweat that all the seamen had, especially in that moment, unable to wash themselves because the water was rationed.

Great was his surprise when he noticed that Kid was clean and smelled good: “Wait!” – he suddenly said, holding Kid – “How come you don’t stink of sweat?”

Kid thought he didn’t understand the question and mumbled: “Should I, sir? I… I washed myself, sir, like every day…”

“Don’t you know that the water is rationed?”

“Yes, sir, but my grandfather taught me a trick to get a little amount of fresh water by boiling sea water. It’s no good for drinking, but it’s good enough for washing…”

The Captain sighed loud: “Lucky you… Ahh… This is what I miss most, getting clean. This weather is awful, and I must wear my uniform all the time… It’s a real torture…”

“Would… Would you like me to go take my water for you to wash, sir?”

“No, I can’t ask you to use up your supply, Wayland…”

Kid smiled widely: “I will make some more tomorrow. Just give me ten minutes and I will meet you in your cabin.”

 

~ Erotic bath ~

Going down to the hold to get the water, Kid met the cook, and old retired seaman, and Kid cautiously asked him why the Captain reacted so bad when he mentioned his wife.

“No one ever talks about the Captain’s wife, Kid. She was such a beautiful girl! She died in a terrible accident few months after their marriage. The Captain, poor soul, had been mourning his wife for five full years now, and since the accident he lives like a hermit… if you know what I mean. Believe me, Kid, when we go ashore there’s always a line of beautiful ladies hoping to… make him forget his pain, but he keeps living in the past, as if his wife was waiting him at home… A man in his prime like him shouldn’t give up on living his life.”

Kid realized how indelicate had been his question about the Captain’s wife, and felt sad for him. He rushed down to the hold, and in ten minutes he was in the Captain’s cabin, holding a small jar of water, a basin and a few pieces of thin fabric.

“I’m sorry Captain, there is not enough water to shower, but I know how to make the most of this little water. I will help you… if it’s alright with you, sir.”

“It’s alright with me, if it’s alright with you…” – the Captain replied, blushing again, and let Kid take away his clothes, one by one, until he was stripped to his undergarment. With a shy glance, the Captain let his underpants fall to the floor, and stood naked in front of Kid.

When he saw Kid getting undressed himself, except for his undergarment, he flashed an uneasy glance, but didn’t say anything. For few moments they looked at each other, and the Captain asked, uncertain: “Do you want me on the bed?”

Kid had to forcefully avoid a shameful erection, caused by the Captain’s innocent, and yet extremely enticing question. “I prefer you standing up here, sir, if you don’t mind…” – Kid replied with trembling voice – “…so I can have a better access to your entire body.”

He realized too late how ambiguous his last sentence was, so he blushed and hurried to set up what he needed for his task. He poured the water in the basin, added some lemon-scented essence, drenched a cloth in the fresh water and wrung it carefully. Cautiously, he opened the cloth and placed it on the Captain’s chest; then moved the cloth around with his open palm, slowly, to let the scented water moist the skin and take away the dirt and the sweat.

The Captain writhed with pleasure, feeling the freshness of the wet cloth slowly being replaced by the warmth of the hand. The cloth was so thin that Kid’s delicate touch gave to both of them an erotic skin-on-skin feeling. It felt like Kid was gently massaging the man with his bare hands.

Kid frequently rinsed the cloth in the basin, and moved on gently washing the man’s chiseled abs, his sides, the armpits, the neck. The Captain basked in the pleasure of being serviced with such a great care and respect; the lemon-scented water made him forget the salty smell of the ship and he closed his eyes, with a contented sigh.

The kind hands moved down to the legs, the calves, the feet, and then up to the buttocks and the back; the Captain didn’t object when Kid made him spread his legs to gain access his most private parts. The fresh cloth, along with the warm hand holding it, moved to his crotch, and took a great care of his manhood; delicate fingers rubbed his balls, sneaked back to the perineum, stroked the shaft of his cock, peeled down the foreskin and brushed his exposed glans, making the man gasp for the strong feeling of the wet cloth rubbing on his most sensitive body part.

“Sorry, Captain” – Kid said softly – “but I have to clean all of your body, especially the most hidden and… private parts…”

“You can’t know the pleasure you’re giving me…” – The Captain replied, like in a dream, keeping his eyes closed, and he didn’t hear Kid replying under his breath “I have a faint idea…”, looking at the man’s member slowly react to the sensual touch, until it was almost completely hard.

Kid rinsed again the cloth, and this time didn’t wring it; he cautiously brushed the dripping cloth between the firm ass cheeks, up and down, slowly, and then his finger aimed to the man’s anus. With gentle determination, he pushed one cloth-covered finger against the tight hole, and kept pushing until it broke into the tight passage.

“What…?” – the Captain gasped looking down, surprised by Kid’s daring move, and then suddenly gasped again, with embarrassment, looking at his own member at full mast. “I… I… You…” – he stuttered, but Kid soothed his anxiety with soft voice: “Captain, it’s alright, everything’s just like it should be. I’m almost done…”

Kid washed the cloth and forced it again inside the Captain’s hole with his finger, and then again and again, until the cloth came out perfectly clean. He then hesitated: he knew that the washing was over, and he should’ve stopped, but the Captain’s throbbing cock was at an inch from his face, eager to get some attention, and Kid decided to take a great risk.

He rinsed again the cloth, pushed his finger once more up the Captain’s ass and started wiggling it slowly, while with his other hand he grabbed the man’s cock and started stroking it gently, sensually, making the foreskin brush over the sensitive glans. He almost held his breath, waiting for the Captain’s reaction, and was relieved when the man tilted his head back and groaned softly, welcoming the erotic touch with joy: “Ooohh… Wayland… This is… wonderful… Don’t stop…”

Kid remembered the cook’s words: for five long years the Captain had kept restrained his desire and his life, and it was about time he enjoyed again the pleasure that his neglected manhood longed for. Without thinking twice, Kid withdrew his hands and took the Captain’s throbbing member into his mouth. The man felt weak on his knees, won by the sudden pleasure radiating from his cock, so tenderly serviced by Kid’s wet mouth. It didn’t take long until he was on the verge of an explosive orgasm, and Kid stopped: what was happening was too good to make it end so soon.

Much to the Captain’s surprise, Kid grabbed his left hand and started sucking his index finger, lavishing it with his wet tongue, and then moved to the middle finger, and bathed it with saliva, too. Next, he engulfed the Captain’s ring finger, and lapped it all, sneaking his tongue all the way to the base. The Captain let out a whine of desire, as he couldn’t guess that the tender ministration could be so intimate, erotic and arousing.

 

~ The right man ~

Kid slowly recoiled, pulling the man’s finger from his mouth. The Captain’s wedding ring was missing.

“What does it mean…?” – the Captain asked, surprised – “Where is my ring?”

Kid, still kneeling at the Captain’s feet, spat the ring out of his mouth, washed it carefully with the scented water, put it in the Captain’s palm and bent the man’s finger over it. “Sir… I have to tell you, come what may. It’s about time you start living again. Living the present, and the future. Reliving the past, over and over, takes the best part of you away. Earlier, on the poop deck, it broke my heart seeing that sadness in your eyes. Embrace again your life, sir. Promise you will. Not to me, as I am nobody, but to yourself. You deserve it, sir. Please.”

Kid stood up, knowing to have gone too far, and looked nervously at his own feet, waiting to know his fate. He frowned deeply when the Captain said seriously: “No one ever talked to me like this…”, and he didn’t back up when the Captain raised a hand to slap him. But he didn’t slap him: he hooked Kid’s neck and forcefully pulled him in a passionate, liberating kiss that took the breath away from both of them.

When they parted, the Captain unlaced with feverish hands Kid’s underpants, letting them fall to the floor, and pushed him toward the bed. “I don’t know what you do to me, Wayland” – the Captain said with urgency – “but keep doing it. I love you, I want you…”

Kid fell bodily on the bed, on his back, and raised his legs to invite the handsome Captain to take him, body and soul. The man was suddenly over him, spat on his hard member and aimed it at Kid’s waiting hole. But he hesitated, as a thought flashed in his mind: “Wait, you said… you are still a virgin. Are you sure… I don’t want… I mean…”

“I waited a long time” – Kid said with a dreaming tone – “hoping to find the right man to donate myself to. You are that man, sir.”

Kid’s words propelled the Captain’s ardor, and he pressed his rigid meat on Kid’s hole, trying to force it open as gently as he could; but despite his efforts, Kid winced at the pang of pain he felt when the wide helmet moved past his tight anal ring.

“Don’t stop, sir, push it in!” – Kid urged the man with coarse voice – “I knew it hurts, this is how it has to be…”

The Captain stilled his hips and smiled tenderly at Kid. “No, Wayland, it doesn’t have to be like this. It could be like this… and this… and this…” – he said, punctuating his words with erotic kisses on the lad’s torso, quick licks on his pecs, tender bites on his nipples. Kid opened his mouth to moan for the pleasure and the Captain took the chance to take possession of it, exploring the wet cavern with his greedy tongue.

Kid felt lost under the Captain’s muscular body, and writhed with pleasure. He felt with surprise the man’s groin forcefully pressing on his buttocks and realized that the Captain was fully inside him: his unexperienced virgin hole had taken every single inch of the Captain’s massive tool without the slightest pain!

“This is how it has to be…” – the Captain said with a tender smile, answering to Kid’s marveled glance, and started easing his tool in and out of the tight passage.

What happened next stayed engraved in Kid’s memory for the years to come. With kind firmness, the Captain confidently explored with his stiff member the most hidden recesses of Kid’s insides, with consummate experience, knowing exactly what buttons press inside Kid’s body and how forcefully or delicately press them. Kid felt lost in a stormy sea, where long tall waves mounted powerfully, bringing him high in the air, to then let him fall down, in an endless, unstoppable motion. Whenever Kid opened his eyes, he always saw the Captain swaying over him, looking down at him with infinite tenderness and joy.

Kid wanted to say so many things to the strapping Captain, who was confidently bringing him by hand into that unknown, overwhelming world of pleasure and intimacy! But as he opened his mouth, only loud moans and ragged gasps came out, and he succumbed again to the stormy sea.

Soon the thrusts paced up, and the Captain took Kid’s cock in his hand, stroking it with a tight grip, to heighten his pleasure. He wanted them to reach the climax at the same time, but his strong touch was more effective than he expected, because Kid gasped loud and his cock started shooting rope after thick rope of man cream all over his torso. When the massive ejaculation ended, Kid winced, because the mighty cock still pounding his ass was suddenly causing him shivers of discomfort; the caring Captain immediately slowed down, checking on his young lover.

Kid looked straight at him, with a fire burning in his eyes, and growled: “Don’t you dare to stop, sir! Give me all you’ve got to give, it’s an order!”

“Aye aye, Captain!” – the man replied with a lustful grin, and the pounding started again with even greater potency. But it didn’t last long: five years of grief and self-denial exploded like gunpowder in the Captain’s groin, and his howls of pleasure could be heard from stern to bow. The torrent of man juice that flooded Kid’s ass seemed unstoppable, but in the end it trailed off, and the man, exhausted, fell bodily on Kid.

They enjoyed for a few long moments the complete intimacy and the pleasure of their bodies pressed against each other, and then the Captain rolled on his back, but without breaking eye contact with Kid. He wanted to say a million things, but the words couldn’t find their way through the lump in his throat.

Kid smiled tenderly and moved to take again a wet cloth and started washing the Captain’s softening member. With reverence, he thoroughly cleaned the shaft, then peeled away the foreskin and ever so gently he cleaned the sensitive glans. The Captain stifled a gasp, as he felt very sensitive, but despite the mild discomfort, he found the feeling extremely erotic, to the point that his manhood, neglected for such a long time, stiffened again.

 

~ Scorching humiliation ~

They were interrupted by a knock on the door; before the Captain could say anything, the door opened and Scott entered the cabin, bringing the Captain’s lunch on a tray.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, sir!” – Scott exclaimed, seeing the Captain, naked and aroused, rising from the bed – “It’s lunch time, and I didn’t think… I believed…”

Moving to the dining table to put down the tray, Scott spotted Kid trying to hide himself under the bedsheets. His disheveled hair and his naked torso strained with sperm gave a clear picture of what had just happened in that bed, and Scott felt a blind anger rising inside him. He slammed the tray on the table and shouted: “What does it mean, Kid?? Now I understand why you weren’t ‘ready to give yourself’ to me last night!! You were keeping your ‘virtue’ for your handsome Captain, right? How stupid I could be!”

Kid tried to say something, but Scott turned his furious glare to the Captain: “Motherfucker! Kid is mine! Mine!! Who ran to his aid when he most needed help? Who punished that filthy pig for what he was about to do to Kid? I did it, not you, son of a bitch! And now, you flaunt your… noble allure and your grade in front of him to snatch him from me! It’s easy for you, you take what you want, you’re the Captain, right??”

The Captain didn’t need any more hints to fully understand that Scott was not just a hurt lover, but a dangerous rival, who was fighting teeth and claws not to lose the man he loved. The Captain reacted like an alpha animal defending his mate and rose to the challenge.

“Exactly, I am the Captain! Something you seem to have forgotten, Quartermaster!” – he yelled, putting a special emphasis on Scott’s much lower grade – “I won’t tolerate such a gross insubordination!”

Scott realized he had gone too far, and with a herculean effort tried to assume a more respectful tone: “Sir, with the due respect, this is too important for me! In such personal matters, I’m not going to bend to your command!”

“Oh, you will!” – the Captain said in an authoritarian tone, walking closer to Scott; he was still naked, and his cock, still half hard, bounced menacingly up and down while he walked. “I should lock you in the brig and throw away the key! But I’ll be gracious, if you show some respect…!”

Scott lowered his eyes and forced himself to a more reverent attitude: no matter what the circumstances, he knew well that he could get a serious punishment for his insubordination: in the high seas, the Captain was the Law, and his orders couldn’t be disputed. But Scott couldn’t believe his ears when he heard the Captain say, with icy tone: “Good. On your knees.”

With a gasp, Scott, looked at the Captain, silently begging not to humiliate him that way, especially in front of Kid, but the Captain replied aloud: “On. Your. KNEES!”

Scott slowly fell on his knees, in front of the Captain, and looked with anguish at the massive cock bouncing in front of his eyes. Truth to be told, in any other circumstance, Scott would’ve been more than glad to service the handsome Captain any way he liked, but the humiliating situation was hard to bear.

“Sir…” – came Kid’s little voice from the bed – “I beg you on Scott’s behalf, don’t do it. It’s because of me if Scott acted that way, punish me, I’ll do whatever you want, sir!”

The Captain ignored Kid’s heartfelt plea and looked menacingly down at the kneeling sailor: “Open up. I’m sure you know well what to do, cocksucker!”

Scott closed his eyes and gulped down his own pride, along with the Captain’s now stiff cock. He wasn’t a cocksucker, not at all, as in his life he’d always been the man in charge, with all his partners; he rarely let anyone shove his cock into his mouth, and never that deep down his throat. The Captain was merciless, he grabbed Scott’s head with both hands and pushed his man tool all the way into the sailor’s mouth, careless of the chocking gurgles escaping the violated throat, careless of the tears streaking the sailor’s cheeks.

“Captain… Please, stop…” – Kid whined from the bed; he got out of the bedsheets and quickly put on his pants, moving closer to the Captain, but he warned him: “Stay away, Wayland, this is something between the Quarterdeck and me.”

Kid couldn’t stand seeing Scott so brutally face-fucked, and added with broken voice: “Sir… Let him breath, at least…”

Kid’s anguish, at last, made a breach into the Captain’s irate heart, and he shortened his thrusts, giving relief to sailor’s sore throat. But he paced up his hips, feeling closer to his climax: “And now, Quartermaster, get ready to dutifully drink all your Captain’s seed to the last drop…”

The horrified glance Scott shot to the Captain painfully reminded to Kid how revolting a man’s sperm was for Scott. The Captain stiffened, on the verge of the orgasm, and Kid knew he couldn’t allow him to degrade Scott to such extent, come what may. He sprang forward, forcefully shoved Scott away and took the Captain’s throbbing cock into his mouth. He sucked hard, desperately, to push the Captain over the edge before he could react. A powerful shot of viscous cream on his tongue rewarded his effort, and Kid went on munching in earnest on the spurting member, sucking and drinking the man’s seed to the last drop.

And then he didn’t stop, he desperately went on sucking the spent cock, trying to completely drain the Captain’s sexual energy, hoping to prevent any further abuse against Scott.

The Captain hissed for the discomfort, tried to wriggle out of Kid’s grip, and then shoved him away, making him fall to the floor. A tense, long silence ensued. Kid and Scott looked at each other, and then to the Captain, waiting for his word.

“Dismissed. Both of you.” – the Captain then said, with restrained voice, and Scott scampered out of the door as quick as a lightning; Kid stayed for a moment, glancing at the Captain, trying to spot in his eyes the affection, the love he showed him earlier, in bed, but the man flashed an irate glance and shouted again: “I said dismissed!!”

 

~ Either one or the other. Or… ~

For an hour or so, Kid wandered aimlessly on the ship, trying to find a solitary place where to think about what happened and about what he felt deep inside. He couldn’t deny he felt strong feelings toward Scott: he had been so heroic, saving him from Garth’s rape, and he’d been such a gentleman, restraining his ardor, out of affection to him! And, oh!, the way Scott fought the Captain not to lose him, careless of the consequences! Kid remembered how he felt looking at Scott humiliated, on his knees, withstanding the Captain’s punishment, and his heart went out to him.

«Is it love what I feel for Scott?» – Kid wondered – «Or is it just gratitude and admiration for what Scott has done for me? But then, why it hurts so much realizing that I’ve probably lost him?»

Then Kid’s mind focused on the Captain, and again his heart throbbed hard. “Captain Llewellyn Musgrave…” – Kid murmured, rejoicing in the sound of that sweet, elegant name. He felt such a deep connection to the Captain! Despite the wide difference in rank, the Captain had opened his heart to him, revealing what he suffered in his juvenile years, when he was a simple Landsman. And then he opened again his heart, letting Kid enter it and wipe away the grief that haunted his soul for five long years.

How gentle and manly the Captain had been, while taking, as the most precious gift, Kid’s virginity! Kid didn’t regret for a single moment to have chosen the Captain, and his heart raced, remembering the Captain’s passionate kisses, his relaxed demeanor while talking to him. Even the compassion he showed accepting, at least in part, Kid’s plea not to hurt Scott too much made Kid’s heart flutter. Kid didn’t blame the Captain for what he’d done to Scott, as he, too, was fighting claw and teeth for the man he loved.

«Love… Is it really love what I feel for the Captain?» – Kid pondered again – «Maybe Scott is right, I’ve just been blinded by the Captain’s noble allure, his commanding presence, his rank. But again, why it hurts so much, knowing that he’s thrown me out of his heart?»

The ship suddenly seemed crowded by millions of people, and Kid needed to find a place where to be alone, a place where to cast a light over the intricate, obscure paths of his own heart. He looked up at the main mast and absentmindedly started climbing the shrouds, to reach the crow’s nest, the tallest observation point located at the top of the mast. No one ever went there, during a dead calm, as there was nothing to observe.

 But as soon as his head passed through the hatch of the crow’s nest, a familiar voice rudely greeted him: “Did you come to humiliate me again?”

“Scott!” – Kid exclaimed – “Please… Let me explain…”

“What is there to explain? I thought we loved each other… How stupid I could be!”

“Don’t say so, Scott… Last night, I didn’t know it, yet, nor I knew it one hour ago, but now I know: I love you, Scott. I really care for you and I love you, and I feel so guilty for what I’ve done to you…”

“Lies, lies… Stop lying to me and to yourself, Kid!” – Scott said aloud, angry – “Do you think I’m blind? I see how you look at your handsome Captain! And anyway, who’s the one who picked your flower? You love him, it’s as clear as the sun…”

Kid fought not to cry, as Scott’s words were like a scorching hot blade cutting through his flesh, but he gulped down his tears and said, with a little voice: “I… I don’t know what I feel.”

“Ah! Well, Kid, the question is simple: either you love me or him! Or maybe…” – he added ruefully – “…neither of us.”

Kid’s voice cracked when he said: “…Or maybe both of you?”

Scott’s mouth sagged open. He was ready to let Kid go, if he really loved the Captain, but nothing could prepare him to the idea of… sharing Kid’s love with the Captain!

“W… What you mean? How can you love both? You must, at least, love one of us more than the other, come on!”

“Does a man love more his wife or his child?” – Kid reply, and when Scott lowered his eyes he confirmed: “Love has so many faces, Scott… I love you, I really do, I would never lie to you about this. But I love the Captain, too, though it’s a different kind of love: he’s much older than me, he has dark shadows in his past, his heart has known a great love and a great pain. You’re like an older brother to me, he’s like a father… and I love both of you.”

Kid looked at Scott’s incredulous expression and raised a hand to caress his cheek: “Damn, I’m so messed up… If I were you I’d run away from me as fast as I could.”

 

~ The Seven Heavens ~

Kid’s hand slowly moved down to Scott’s chest, opening his blouse, and then sneaked into his pants, to give a sensual massage to his stiffening dick.

“No… Kid, no, don’t do this to me…” – Scott murmured, but he didn’t move away.

“I can’t give you what I already gave to the Captain” – Kid said, slowly kneeling on the floor and pulling down Scott’s pants – “but still I can give you all of myself…”

Kid’s mouth closed around Scott’s rigid cock, making him inhale sharply for the sudden pleasure. Tight lips pursed against the hot shaft, and a wet tongue danced on the engorged glans. Strong fingers grabbed Kid’s hair, pulling him down, forcing him to take the big cock to the last inch, and there was no resistance, but a submissive acceptance.

“Kid… Kid…” – Scott murmured, pumping with passion his tool down the boy’s throat – “I want more, I want it all!”

“And you will have it” – Kid said, recoiling. With feverish hands he stripped naked, and helped Scott, getting rid of his blouse and pants. The crow’s nest was a small circular chest, there wasn’t much space, and they didn’t want to be seen from the bridge making love standing on their feet; so Kid made Scott stand upright on his knees, grabbed his neck and squatted on the rock-hard member eagerly waiting under him.

Kid was not a virgin any more, but still his hole was very tight and unused to be penetrated; and yet, he didn’t go easy with himself: with fierce determination, he impaled himself on Scott’s stiff rod in one swift motion. “Nnnngghh…!” – he groaned between his clenched teeth, when a shot of sheer pain radiated from his ass, so abruptly split open.

“Kid!” – Scott gasped in alarm – “No! Why did you do that!”

“I… I wanted you to have at least a few petals of my flower, Scott.”

“You silly…!”– Scott replied with a loving gaze, wiping away a tear escaped from the corner of Kid’s eye – “Do you think I could ever rejoice in your pain, Kid? No… Leave everything to me, and I’ll make you fly to the Seven Heavens…”

Scott slid his arms under Kid’s knees to support him and spread his legs more, and then started lifting and lowering him bodily, over and over, with slow movements; his cock slid smoothly in and out Kid’s tender ass, making the lad writhe with pleasure.

“This is just the First Heaven” – Scott said with a knowing grin after a short while – “Let’s move to the Second…”

The up-and-down movements paced up, and Kid bounced a little harder on Scott’s groin; the hard member, at each thrust, reached deeper into Kid’s depths, touching him in ways that made him moan and beg for more.

“More?” – Scott grinned – “Then you’re ready for the Third Heaven…!”

By the time they reached the Sixth Heaven, Kid was delirious. Scott’s powerful arms lifted him up in the air as if he weighed nothing, but when he fell down, his buttocks slammed on Scott’s groin like he weighed a ton, and Scott’s rod plunged deeper than ever inside him, making him squeal with ecstatic pleasure.  Locked into Scott’s arms, with his legs bent over his chest and spread wide, Kid didn’t have the least control of the fuck, and he felt delightfully helpless, at the tender mercy of his wonderful, powerful lover.

Scott held him tighter, trapping Kid’s cock between their shifting abdomens; the rough brushing on Kid’s sensitive cock head quickly brought him close to the climax, and Scott, too, was more than fit to burst: “Are you ready for the Seventh Heaven?” – he growled, and Kid’s reply was more than enthusiastic: “Yes! Yes! Oh Lord, YEEESSS!!!”

Bucking wildly, Kid tilted his head back and his cock erupted in a massive ejaculation, shooting thick ropes of seed that drenched Scott’s abs and chest. Scott followed suit, flooding Kid’s loosened hole with his manly juice, panting hard for the exertion of holding Kid and for the shattering climax.

They slowly came down from the Seven Heavens and landed into the familiar crow’s nest. Scott smiled tenderly and they disengaged from each other; they sat on the wooden floor, looking at each other. Kid’s eyes were shining, and Scott’s, too; but there was a sadness, a doubt at the bottom of Scott’s eyes.

“So…” – Scott said tentatively – “Where does this put me? Will I be your… secret lover or something? Someone to have a sneak fuck with, when the Captain doesn’t see? I want you, Kid, I want all of you. I’m a simple man, if I love a lad I take him, or I let him go, but this… I’m not sure I can cope with this.”

“Scott, all I can say is that I love you. I truly love you. I’m as confused as you are, but give me time, Scott. Just… give me time.”

“I’ll try…” – Scott replied, doubtfully – “Lord help me, I’ll try.”

 

~ Just two men ~

The next morning, Scott saw Kid heading to the Captain’s cabin and covertly followed him. He knew it was foolish to sneak to the quarterdeck and spy on Kid, but he was curious to know how the Captain would’ve reacted to Kid’s confession about being in love with both of them at the same time.

He got to the Captain’s cabin and stayed out of sight, but close enough to the door to overhear, at least in part, what they said.

Apparently, the Captain was much more open-minded than Scott, because he seemed to take well the weird situation. Or, at least, he seemed to keep under a stricter control his emotions.

“Well, I can’t really blame you…” – the Captain said to Kid – “I mean, I can easily understand why you are so infatuated by him…”

«Infatuated??» – Scott thought, annoyed – «He loves me, son of a bitch!»

“Captain…” – Kid said softly, and the man interrupted him: “Llewellin. Please Wayland, when we’re alone, call me Llewellin.”

“Aye aye… Llewellin!” – Kid joked, and they both giggled playfully, much to Scott’s irritation.

“Speaking of military rank… I thought a lot about you, lately, Wayland. You did great on the Vanguard, and I noticed your experience in all the deck activities, managing the sails, aiding the gunners, following the docking procedures. How does it sound ‘Boatswain Wayland Kidston’?”

«Motherfucker!» – Scott thought angrily, still eavesdropping from outside – «Here he goes again, abusing his prerogatives to impress Kid!»

Truth to be told, Kid didn’t seem overly impressed, not in the right way, anyway: “Llewellin… thank you, but I can’t accept. What is it, a compensation for… what I gave you on that bed? This is not how I live my life.”

“You insult me” – the Captain replied, hurt – “I told you how much I appreciated your work since we first met on the poop deck, way before we… we made love. What you gave me can’t ever be compensated with a career benefit, and my offer has nothing to do with it, you deserve this promotion, you earned it through hard work.”

“Mmm…” – Kid mumbled, flashing an urchin grin– “Say, can a Boatswain kiss a Captain? Or is it something reserved to Landsmen?”

“Stop teasing me!” – the Captain growled, taking Kid by his waist and forcefully pulling him into a tight embrace – “Kiss me now, or I’m going to degrade you to… Landsman again, lacking a lower rank!”

Kid’s laughter was suddenly muffled by a fierce, passionate kiss, and Scott lost his temper. “Son of a bitch!!” – he yelled, kicking hard a barrel placed nearby and make it noisily roll away.

The cabin door opened and the Captain came out, with a restrained fury in his glare: “Come inside, Quartermaster, so we can settle this matter once and for all!”

Scott walked defiantly inside the cabin, and the Captain closed the door.

“Now, Quartermaster, do you have anything to tell me?” – the Captain asked menacingly, and Scott seemed to put a great effort in restraining his temper: “Captain, sir, your uniform and your rank forbid me to answer to your question!”

The Captain stood still for a moment, and then, without a word, he took away his hat, his jacket and his trousers, bearing the insignia of the Royal Navy and the decorations stating his rank. “Here!” – he then said aloud, standing proudly in front of Scott wearing only his loose linen blouse and his underpants – “Now we’re just two men! Speak up, mate, or shut up and fuck off!”

 

~ Retribution and lust ~

Scott got furious and pointed a finger at the Captain: “It’s easy for you to make a man fall for you, Llewellin!” – he shouted, using on purpose the Captain’s first name – “You know well how to play your cards, I’ll give you that, but it’s Kid we’re talking about, the most beautiful, innocent and sweet lad I’ve ever met! If you think I will see you snatch him from me without retaliating, then think better!”

With a lightning-fast movement, Scott grabbed the Captain’s arm and forcefully bent it behind his back, painfully blocking him; then he roughly shoved him on the dining table, forcing him to bend over it, face down.

“I’ll make you taste your own medicine, Llewellin!” – Scott growled menacingly, roughly pulling down the Captain’s undergarment and exposing his ass. With one hand, Scott quickly took his hard cock out of his own pants and spat on it: “I guess that no one ever picked your flower, so far…”

Scott forcefully pushed his stiff cock against the Captain’s clenched hole, that tried to resist the onslaught, but soon painfully gave up and let the wide knob enter the inviolate chute. “Nnnngghhh…” – the Captain snarled, trying to cope with the sudden pain coming from his torn hole.

“SCOTT, NO!!” – Kid screamed in alarm, taken aback by Scott sudden assault.

“Don’t try to stop me, Kid!” – Scott replied, ready to plunge his entire rod into the Captain’s hurting hole – “This is something between him and me!”

“Scott… Please…” – Kid whined, getting closer and looking at him straight in his eyes – “Don’t hurt him…! He… He’s been gentle to me…”

Scott gazed deep into Kid’s eyes and tried to understand the intricate mix of love for him and love for the Captain that saw in them. And then he just gave up: he was too simple-minded to understand. Lowering his gaze, ashamed for his outburst of rage, he let go of the Captain’s arm and recoiled. He was about to pull out from the man’s abused ass, but the Captain’s voice surprised him: “No…! Don’t stop, Scott… Do it, take me, finish what you’ve started…”

Kid looked in shock at the Captain, still bent on the table, despite being now free, and was surprised to see his cock at full mast.

Scott didn’t need to be told twice: he still had to make things even with the Captain, for the humiliation he had to bear; and truth to be told, Scott had fantasized many times to plunge his man tool into the Captain’s muscular ass, though he was sure that it would’ve never happened. But now the sweet hole he dreamt about was keeping in a tight grip his engorged glans, begging to be filled to the brim.

“Aye aye, Captain…” – Scott murmured, and thrusted his hips forward, just a bit.

He didn’t want anymore to hurt him: Kid said the Captain was gentle when they made love for the first time, and Scott wanted to be just as gentle. He pushed slowly his cock inside the tight passage, and the Captain groaned for the pain, so Scott stilled his hips and placed a caring hand on the man’s back, to make him calm down: “Relax, mate… Don’t fight me, I’m not going to hurt you, but you must help me. Open up, accept me inside you…”

The Captain had to fight his deepest heterosexual instinct, that commanded him to clench his hole, to keep that manly rod out of his unexplored depths. Scott felt the tight hole quiver and spasming, desperately trying to open up and make way to the big intruder, and gently brushed his hand on the Captain’s back: “You’re doing great, man. You can do it, I swear I won’t move until you’re ready, but you have to submit to me. Stop being my Captain, for once, and be my man, sir.”

Scott’s words made the Captain finally understand what giving himself to another man meant, and his hole relaxed and opened up, asking to be stretched and filled to its limit. Inch by inch, Scott’s long cock crawled its way inside the warm chute, until it was fully buried into the Captain’s flesh.

“Now fuck me, Scott” – the Captain panted – “Take me and bring me, too, to the Seven Heavens…”

Scott shot a questioning glance to Kid, who silently replied with an embarrassed grin, realizing how indelicate he had been, revealing to the Captain the details of his intimacy with Scott.

“Alright, mate” – Scott sighed, faintly shaking his head – “Let’s fly to the First Heaven…”

It took a long time for them to climb up to the ‘Seventh Heaven’, as Scott knew that the Captain needed a special care and a great tenderness, being so naïve and unused to give himself to another man. But in the end both of them were panting hard, and a fire was burning inside their loins.

“Kid…” – Scott murmured, and the lad understood: he moved closer to the Captain and started stroking his cock sensually, holding it in a tight grip, and was rewarded by loud moans of pleasure: “Oh, shit… Oh shit…! GGGHHHAAAA!!!”

The Captain’s cock started shooting like a cannon, and plume after thick plume, a large puddle of semen formed under the table. The frantic anal contractions sent Scott through the roof, and he, too, howled his pleasure, while flooding the Captain’s ass with his seed.

Slowly the howls turned to moans, and then to pants, and the silence fell on the room. Scott pulled out and shook his cock to make the last drops of sperm fall to the floor; then he put back his manhood into his pants and gave to Kid a sad, resigned glance.

“I’m not this strong…” – Scott said, and a great sorrow exuded from his voice – “I can’t be the man you want me to be, Kid. I can’t love you the way you want me to. I tried, God knows I tried.”

He turned around and went away, closing the door behind himself. Kid felt his eyes getting wet, understanding that he’d lost Scott forever, and it was all his fault. The Captain cleaned himself and got dressed, and then went close to Kid, held him in a tender embrace and leaned over to kiss him. But Kid wriggled off and ran away, restraining his tears.

 

~ Raging storm ~

In the evening, the cook raised his gaze from the boiling soup he was preparing with great surprise: “Captain! May I help you? You never come down to the galley…”

“Have you seen Kidston, Arthur?” – the Captain asked, calling his old friend by name.

The old cook shot to the Captain a fatherly glance: “Say, Llewellin, how’s going? Forgive me, but I can’t see you wasting your life chasing shadows that won’t ever come back…”

The Captain flashed a secretive grin: “Thank you, Arthur. As a matter of fact, I finally feel alive, more than alive, for the first time in years.”

“So I see” – the cook replied with a relieved smile, and then pointed his chin to the hatch leading to the lower decks: “He went down to the hold, to store away that precious water he prepares all the time. But it’s been two hours now, and he still didn’t come back. The boy seems troubled, lately, Captain…”

The Captain nodded his head, showing his gratitude for the unwavering support the old cook always gave him, and climbed down to the hold. At first, he couldn’t see anything but crates and barrels, ammunitions and coils of ropes, but then he saw a familiar face peeking out from behind a large wooden rib.

“Are you hiding from me, Wayland?” – the man asked softly, moving closer – “I missed you today…”

“Captain, I…”

“Llewellin.”

“Captain…” – Kid repeated, keeping his eyes to the floor – “I’m terribly sorry for what Scott said and did to you… I feel guilty, it’s all my fault, I put him in too a tangled situation, I put both of you in this situation, and I feel ashamed. I… I should’ve taken a decision long ago, I should’ve made up my mind, but I couldn’t bring myself to give up on either of you, and now… now Scott made a choice on my behalf. He doesn’t even talk to me anymore. And you, sir… my gosh, I can’t believe how badly I behaved with you, sir.”

Kid looked up at the Captain’s face, prepared to bear his rightful reproach, but what he saw made his eyes open wide: the fire that was burning in the man’s eyes was unmistakable.

“Wayland…” – he said with coarse voice, moving closer, and Kid stepped back: “Sir, no, you’d better steer away from me, I only bring troubles. I don’t deserve your promotion, I don’t deserve you, you should make me walk the plank! I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been, thinking that you…”

“Boatswain Wayland Kidston!” – the Captain said aloud, interrupting Kid’s unstoppable stream of words, and then added with passion: “I’m tired of evaluating situations and carefully choosing the right course. For once, I want to be swept away by the storm…!”

He grabbed Kid by his waist and forcefully pulled him into a grinding kiss, a ferocious battle of tongues, lips and teeth. Their crazed hands unlaced and unbuttoned each other’s jackets, blouse and pants, pulled down their undergarments and explored every hidden recess of each other’s body.

Not a word was uttered, just raucous pants, heavy breaths and chocked moans. The Captain shoved Kid against the hard boards of the keel and started kissing with passion his neck, his pecs, his nipples, his navel, his groin; and then, under Kid’s astonished eyes, he opened his mouth and hungrily gulped down the lad’s throbbing member.

“Sir… Captain… Llewellin…” – Kid gasped, won by the sudden pleasure and the unbelievable notion that the highest ranked man on the ship, the most confident and dominant man he’d ever met, was humbling himself to suck his cock! And Kid’s heart raced even more when he guessed from the tentative, goofy lapping, that for the Captain was the very first time he did that.

The Captain made up for the lack of experience with a great passion, almost a greedy hunger; it didn’t take long until Kid felt dangerously close to his climax. “Wait… Wait…!” – Kid said with urgency, helping the Captain on his feet and kneeling in front of him, to return the favour and service him with equal passion… and greater skills.

Kid loved the strong hands taking possession of his head to slam it down on the stiff cock, he felt delightfully owned by his strapping Captain, a man who knew what he wanted and took it, one way or another.

After long endless minutes, those hands that so far had forced his mouth to take every inch of the rock-hard meat suddenly pulled him on his feet and forcefully pushed him against the wooden boards. “A Boatswain doesn’t whimper out, right? He can take pain like a man, can’t he?” – the Captain growled, spitting on his fat cock and raising Kid’s legs to gain an unobstructed access to his tender hole.

“Whatever you ask me, Captain, I’ll give you. Whatever, sir — NNNNGGHH! FUCK!”

The sudden impalement made Kid buckle for the pain, but he took it bravely, even urging the Captain to increase the potency of his thrusts: “Fuck me, Captain! Aww… YES! YES! Give me it all, sir!”

Squeezed between the hard boards of the keel and the muscled body of the Captain, Kid couldn’t do anything but take the powerful fuck, unable to prevent the fat rod from crashing inside his most tender and secret places, breaking open his inner defenses and pounding viciously against his sensitive prostate. He’d never seen Llewellin so hungry for sex, so hungry for life! The powerful thrusts forced the air out of Kid’s lungs, making him utter chocked squeals every time the crazed hips smashed against his buttocks.

“I want all of you, Wayland” – the Captain growled, with feverish eyes – “I want every inch of you, every ounce of your flesh and every beat of your heart!”

“And I want every drop of your seed, Llewellin…” – Kid replied in ecstasy – “Cum in me, sir, breed me… Ahhh… AAAARRGGHH!!!”

They climaxed together, their cocks burst thick ropes of male juice in unison, while their howls of pleasure echoed in the vast belly of the ship. The frantic pounding didn’t slow down, making both of them delirious, until their balls were drained to the last drop.

Slowly the Captain let Kid slide again on his feet and looked intensely at him, breathing hard. “With you I’ve done things that I never did with anyone…” – Llewellin said, serious – “Things that one week ago I thought impossible. But I don’t regret any single moment. Not a single moment…”

“Why do you talk like this, Llewellin…” – Kid replied, sensing a tension, a struggle in the Captain’s voice, but he just smiled tenderly and kissed him on the lips: “Don’t mind me. I’m just an old dog trying to learn new tricks.”

They picked up their clothes scattered around and got dressed in silence. When ready, the Captain looked at Kid and said pensively: “This dead calm will end, sooner or later…” – and went away.

 

~ Toward the rising sun ~

Kid didn’t go to sleep in the crew quarters, that night. Scott was clearly avoiding him, and the last thing Kid wanted was to make him feel worse. «I already made him suffer too much…» – Kid though ruefully, sitting on the poop deck with his gaze fixated on the horizon, where the first rays of a glorious sun tinged the sky in pink.

Scott had taken the decision that Kid wasn’t able to take, letting him go and stepping aside, to allow him to give all his love to the Captain. But Kid wasn’t sure it was the right decision. Yes, he and Llewellin felt a great passion for each other, but in the end Llewellin was the Captain, and Kid was just a Landsman. A Boatswain, Kid corrected himself, but it didn’t make any difference: their love was born on the Vanguard and couldn’t survive once ashore.

«With Scott it would’ve been different» – Kid thought ruefully, fully aware that he’d made the biggest mistake of his life. He had lost Scott forever, and even if there was still a chance, how could Kid ever hurt Llewellin so cruelly? Kid still couldn’t fully understand what agitated the Captain’s soul, but one thing was clear for him: for whatever reason, Llewellin needed him, and the last furious desperate fuck, down in the hold, proved it beyond any doubts. Never in his life Kid could turn his back to the Captain…

The rays of the rising sun hit Kid’s face and he narrowed his eyes, turning the head away… and the Captain was there, looking at him from the stairs.

“Can’t you sleep?” – the man asked kindly, climbing the last steps, and when Kid shook his head, he added: “Neither can I”. He pointed to the floor and asked: “May I?”

Kid smiled, remembering the first time they talked to each other, in that very place: “I already told you, Captain, this is your ship, you can sit wherever it pleases you. But let me add… it pleases me, too. Very much.”

Llewellin sat down, and for few minutes they stared in silence at the rising sun, with the promise of a new day it bore with it.

“Say…” – the Captain said pensively after a while – “Do you remember my first mate? Lieutenant Croswell?”

“How can I forget him…” – Kid replied, frowning – “I was terribly sad when we lost him in battle. I was sad for the Sailing Master and my three mates, too, but especially for Lieutenant Croswell. He was always impeccable, he was brave, and kind…”

“…and incredibly handsome.” – the Captain added – “One could easily fall for a man like him. Seeing him die that way was… heartbreaking.”

Kid looked at the Captain with wide eyes: “Did you… if I may… Did you two have a liaison or something, Llewellin?”

The Captain flashed a sad smile and shook his head: “I couldn’t let myself feel love for him. Or for anyone, since I lost my beautiful Ariel. I had locked my heart and thrown away the key. I didn’t even really mourn him, as a Captain cannot cry for a lost life… nor for a lost love.”

Kid didn’t say anything, out of respect for the intimate moment of secret grief that the Captain had just shared with him, but held his hand tenderly.

“You’re special, Wayland” – the Captain said, turning to Kid – “You’re special to me. You gave me so much! You gave me back my life, you found the key and unlocked the door to my heart. You helped me when I didn’t even know I needed help, you donated yourself to me, unreservedly, selflessly. You let me take your virginity, but it was a two-way road, because while I broke into your body, you broke into my heart. I can’t believe how lucky I’ve been, meeting you…”

Kid smiled tenderly, hit by the Captain’s words. As a matter of fact, so far he’d never expressed his feelings so clearly. For Kid, knowing that he got himself a special place in Llewellin’s heart was a badly needed reassurance, as many doubts still held his soul in an oppressing grip.

“I’m the lucky one, here…” – Kid said in a whisper, and Llewellin smiled impishly, lightening the tone to the conversation: “Are you going to contradict your Captain, seaman?”

Chuckling, they turned again to look at the horizon and stood silent for a while, until the Captain took a deep breath, as if he was about to say something he didn’t want to.

“Wayland, you gave me something I will cherish for the rest of my life, and nothing can never take it away from me. But, in order to selflessly give me that, you had to painfully give up on something you cherished very much, and it’s time for me to return the favour…”

The Captain turned his head to look down at the main deck, and Kid followed his gaze: Scott was there, almost hidden by the rigging, leaning on the rail; he was ruefully looking at the horizon, with a deep frown hiding his sad eyes, and was clearly putting a great effort in repressing his tears.

“If a man ever loved another man, that’s him.” – Llewellin said seriously– “Go to him, Wayland, love him, respect him, and may the wind always be at your back.”

Kid’s mouth sagged open, while his heart was racing: “But he… he gave up on me. Forever.”

“No, he’s waiting for you to come back to him, trust me. I know what I’m talking about, Wayland. I hopelessly waited for five long years for someone to come back to me.”

Kid felt his heart throb, remembering the Captain’s desperate expression, the first time they met, while thinking to his lost wife. “I can’t leave you this way, Llewellin” – Kid said with a worried glance, but the Captain reassured him: “You put me back on my feet, now I can walk by myself. A difficult situation awaits me in England, a life where I can’t really… be myself. I made so many mistakes in my life, but I won’t make this one. Go, Wayland, and never turn back.”

“I won’t ever forget you, Captain…” – Kid murmured, and leaned over him to give him a tender kiss on his lips.

“Now go get your sexy Quartermaster!” – the Captain said, playfully slapping Kid’s ass – “And be sure to never let him slip through your fingers again!”

Kid leapt on his feet and climbed down the stairs to the lower deck with excited steps. Llewellin watched him run to Scott, take his face into his hands and talk to him with passion; Scott hesitated for a moment, and then threw his muscular arms around Kid, holding him in a strong embrace. The Captain watched through wet eyes the two lads exchanging a liberating, passionate kiss, oblivious of the world around them.

A loud crack coming from above made them all look up at the mast, where the main sail was majestically coming to life and swelling, filled by a steady Western wind.

The dead calm was over.

“Ahooooy!” – Captain Musgrave shouted with stentorian voice, standing tall – “All hands on deck! Stand by to make sail!!”

“Aye aye, Captain!” – yelled in unison Kid and Scott from the lower deck, smiling at him, to then join the other seamen rushing out of the crew quarters.

 

In less than ten hectic minutes, the crew, with military precision, had the HMS Vanguard set in full sail. The masts and the decks creaked under the pressure of the rising wind, as if the agile ship was stretching her legs after a long sleep; and then, at long last, the Vanguard took its course with an elegant veering and headed straight to the rising sun.

-~~~≈≈≈ooOoo≈≈≈~~~-

 

After Zach is successful in chapter one convincing curious virgin Mick to experience with gay sex by kissing, a blowjob and cum eating, Zach is eager to introduce sexy blond farm boy Mick to go further.

ZACH CONTINUES THE STORY OF HIS PURSUIT OF HOT MICK

After the Saturday night sexual experience that Mick surprisingly loved, when would I make my next move on Mick? I could not get my mind off how hot Mick is and how hot a Saturday night we had. Mick has a beautiful body, smells sexy as hell, his cum is the best I have ever tasted  and holy fuck that is the most perfect bubble pink ass I have ever seen. I must find a way to stick my cock deep in that lovely inviting man pussy and breed his virgin ass for my pleasure plus I have fallen in love with kind and caring Mick, mmmm he is so HOT !!. I am so turned on to him that I am willing to give up my years as a slut for many men. Although Mick had said he might fuck me and let me rim his  ass but not let me fuck him–I must get my huge 9.5 inch cut cock deep in that ass hole.

Following that Saturday night hot time with Mick, we are very busy for the next week with class assignments but at night we take time for wet sloppy long tongue battling French kisses as we hump feeling our rock hard cocks as we kiss before bed time. I know Mick is now into man sex and I am bringing my new best friend along until we cross that line but I can not wait long for the real man fucking.

The following Saturday, we go for a long run, come back, shower and have dinner. Then I make my next move as I say, “Hey Mick how about going out to a gay bar so you can see what other hot gay dudes such as on the dance floor?”

“Gee Zach that sounds so great. Yes lets do that. What gay bar do you have in mind?”

“Well Mick just across town there is one big gay bar with a lot of hot horny gay dudes. It is the biggest gay bar in all this big city.”

We get dressed in very tight pants and tank tops showing off our jock bodies. We arrive around 9 PM and the place is a buzz with a huge Saturday night group of horny dudes already drinking, dancing and some using weed with very loud music. I order us very strong drinks and after a couple of those drinks, a very sexy cowboy type dude offers us a joint. Mick takes his first experience with a joint as I too take several hits of the weed. 

About an hour into our drinking and fun, Mick is really relaxed and horny as we hit the dance floor. I hold him tight as our bodies are entangled and I feel our steel hard cocks rubbing together. Many of the guys on the dance floor are wildly kissing and in some cases coupes have unzipped their pants, pulling out their big leaking cocks and masturbating each other. In fact, a couple next to us were so in heat masturbating that when they shot their loads they unloaded on Mick’s back pants. WOW all is wild.

I reach back and use one hand to collect those dudes cum on Mick’s pants and put my fingers in his mouth as he is so turned on that he licks all that cum off my fingers. From the drinks, smoking that joint and watching all that raunchy action on the dance floor, Mick is overcome with pure animal lust just as I had hoped would happen. Things became even more wild as three hot young gay dancers begin to perform on the stage dancing nude with huge rock hard cocks.

Mick grabs my crotch and begins to rub my aching leaking cock that is trapped in my briefs and pants. He is becoming the aggressive one that makes me wild with lust to have him. Then it happens. The host comes stops the band and says: “Hey guys , you dudes, it is time for our Saturday night weekly contest. We have to vote for the sexiest couple on the dance floor and the winning coupe gets a $1,000 prize to have sex on stage. OH MY GOD, Mick and I win. Will Mick agree to winning the prize, man I hope so.

The MC approaches us on the dance floor as the crowd yells, get naked, get naked and fuck, do it, do it, do it you hot guys. As the MC looks at Mick and ask how about it you hot blond stud and I almost swallow my tongue when Mick feeling no pain says: “FUCK YEA WE WILL, GIVE ME THAT DAMN $1,000.” What was happening, was it the liquor, the weed or all that lustful horny dudes that was taking over Mick’s lustful desires?

As I was in total shock, Mick took my hand and we go up on stage as the crowd roared with excitement. The three hot nude dancers job was to undress us as stripper music was played. When we were completely in our birthday suits with our huge rock hard cocks standing straight out spewing precum, the crowd moves up close to the stage yelling and urging us on. Holy fuck the three hot nude dancers got down with two of them with Mick and the third biggest hot dancer in front of me to warm us up. One dancer grabs Mick’s hard cock and swallows Mick’s cock balls deep in his mouth and the other dancer gets behind Mick and begins to wildly eat his puckering ass. The other dude begins giving me a wild blowjob as I spew precum on his tongue and uses his fingers to fuck my man pussy. This goes on for some ten minutes until  Mick and  I were close to shooting our loads–they stopped and the MC says:  Now you two hot winners have to fuck each other.”

I think to myself is this a great dream and will I wake up? Holy shit, the three dancers go into action. The big dude that had just finished sucking my dick lies down on his back on a rug, spreads his legs wide. The smallest guy gets on  top facing the dude and begins to ride that huge dick as the other dude gest behind the cowyboy tider and thrust his large dick into that bottom guys wide open ass and they begin a hot DP on that bottom. I almost shoot at that point.

Then another shock as Mick gets down on his back, spreads his sexy legs and feet and exposes his tight beautiful pink puckering ass and yells at me:”FUCK ZACH MY FUCK BUDDY, FUCK THE HELL OUT OF MY PUSSY WITH THAT BIG HARD 9.5 STEEL HARD COCK. BREED ME RAW. GIVE ME YOUR MAN SEED.”

I almost fainted from the lust and my knees become like rubber as I get down between those amazing sexy legs, take lube given to me by the Master of Ceremonies that has just been used by the three fucking dancers, I lube my throbbing cock and soak that beautiful fresh young pussy and thrust hard as my giant cock spread that pussy and I go balls deep in that young 18 year old pussy as I begin to wildly fuck and pound my buddies ass over and over. Mick shocks me as he yells: “FUCK YEA, FUCK YEA, FUCK ME HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER AND COME INSIDE ME. I WANT YOUR SEMEN DEEP IN ME, MAKE ME CUM TOO.”

All five of us are in wild fucking positions, we moan, we grunt and yell as many of the dudes in the audience watching take out their rock hard cocks and begin to masturbate with the smell of men in heat fills the room. Soon several guys around the stage watching begin to shoot their loads on the front of the stage and I learn later that several of the couples in the audience go down on the floor and one guy begins to fuck his partner. The room is realing with the smell of cum.

I feel Mick’s ass muscles grip my cock like a vice as I plunge my huge cock head hard into his prostate. We both are sweating like a stuck pig. I use my cock to cover every inch of his ass walls and deep into his tunnel over and over until I can not last any longer. I erupt with a massive load of my seed deep in that virgin ass. As Mick feels my warm cum coat his insides, he grabs his own cock and sprays a huge load of his cum up his body and onto his face. Within seconds, I hear the three guys yell: “I’m coming” as two of them DP unload their juicy loads inside the bottom dude and the bottom shoots his load up his body.

Finally, we all pull out our softening cocks and with cum all over us we stand and bow to a appreciate yelling crowd.Then as the audience looks on, we take turns licking the cum off each other plus suck those pussies sucking cum out of those ass holes until we are ready to dress. Many members of the audience who have shot their loads in their buddies pussies suck that cum out and others who have shot loads on their bnodies have their buddies lick all that cum off of them, wow what a great taste of cum for so many horny guys and MAN WHAT A NIGHT IT WAS.

As we leave the gay bar, Mick says: “FUCK ZACH WE WILL NOW HAVE SEX EVERY NIGHT, YOU’RE THE BEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME. AND WE MUST CUM BACK TO THE GAY BAR OFTEN.”

My cock begins to grow again hearing Mick’s hot words !!!!! I hope this story gets off my GayDemon readers