Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2008 11:05:08 +0000
From: Dan Kiel <dan.kiel@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fo'c'sle fuck

Fo'c'sle fuck
by Dan Kiel

When we joined the good ol' US Navy, it has to be said my mate, Bud, and
me, we did talk about it like it was a free-for-all fuckfest. I mean, all
those men, all that mancunt, trapped below decks, week in, week out, it's a
faggot fantasy cum true, right?  Course, no-one admits it, no-one talks
about it, but I reckon there's fixated faggots join up with the dream of a
different cock in their hole every night.

Me and Bud grew up together in Cherryville, NC, and we had our share of gay
guys willin' to put out for cock at the first flicker of interest. We was
both 19 when we joined up and was sent on our first tour to the Gulf, and
we was as full of jizz as we were full of shit. Used to pull chicks
together Friday night, sometimes shared one, then go out and pull ourselves
a piece of gay mancunt Saturday night, easy as pie. When we got on board
for our first tour with hundreds of other new recruits, it was a matter of
sortin' the straights from the fags the first week, then usin' the fags
while we worked at wearin' down the straights the rest of the tour.

Well, there was one hot piece of black pussy I set eyes on Day One. Hour
One, it was, I reckon. Name of Hayes, smooth as black silk, used give me
the slyest of sidelong looks when we passed, all eyelashes and curlin' lip,
and I remember sayin' to Bud, I'm goin'a give that black hole a white bone
like it's never had before. Sure enough, we get's to sea and Hayes settles
in with the Black Crowd, BC, we called it, and stories start emanatin' from
that quarter about what a wild piece of pussy that boy is, and rumours
start spreadin' about him bein' hungry for white cock and bein' seriously
under age to boot. Well, I don't know, it was like throwin' down the
gauntlet to me, so to speak - that black boy pussy, that soft, hairless
skin, that cravin' for white man meat - hell, I was beatin' my meat in the
john morning, noon and night just at the thought of that kid packin' half
of BC in his ass and mouth simultaneous like. I told Bud, Somethin's gotta
give, man, and it's gonna have to be that little bitch.

Anyway, Hayes got sprung for some misdemeanour, I can't recall what, and he
was sent below decks on mop'n'bucket latrine duty for a week. I thought,
Talk about a gift from the Lord above. So I cornered the sweet-assed little
baby one lunchtime, forced him into a cubicle and shut the door behind
me. It was awful close in there under that low roofline and we was both
sweatin' and we both knew what was comin'. He shoved his mop to one side in
it's little bucket and starts unbuttonin' his pants with his skinny little
fingers, and looks up at me with that look, that damn
Fuck-my-black-cunt-off look, and I just damn melted. I took him by the hips
and pulled him against my crotch and kissed him full in the mouth. I could
tell he was shocked, I reckon he wasn't expectin' the kissin', but he
slipped his arms around my neck and opened up to my tongue real quick.

"Baby, baby," I was breathin'. "How old're you? Tell me true, now."

Hayes looked up at me through those inch-long eyelashes, his arms still
around my neck, and I could tell he was sizin' up my trustworthiness on the
basis of that long tongue kiss.

"Well," he confessed, "My name is Hayes, but I's Wilbur Hayes - not the
Josiah Hayes on my papers. Josiah, he's my big brother. He's 18 - I took
his ID when I signed up." He lifted his beautiful lips and kissed me quick
again: "I's 14 - I'll be 15 in September but."

It was January, so I reckoned this little baby was more 14 than 15, and it
was neither here nor there in any case, he was still too young to be
enlistin'. Still, if you think about it, I always say, if a boy's old
enough to fuck, he's old enough to fight.

So I turned him around by the hips and tugged his pants'n'jocks down faster
than a whore could've done. He stepped out of em like a dancer and spread
his legs either side of the john, bendin' forward and restin' on the
cistern, raisin' that black bubble butt at my crotch much as to say, Bone
me. Dammit, I was sweatin' like a pig and my cock sprang out my jocks all
moist and fit to ram.

"Dere's soap," he said to me then, "in da bucket."

I reached down and pulled the square yellow cake out of the grey water and
slammed it between his sweet hairless black buns. Got him all sudsed up in
a jiffy, then ran the yellow cake over my bone. I don't like to brag, but I
gotta say, I sport a mutha when I get goin'. Blue veins, cut mushroom head,
inch-and-a-half thick, all-round crowd pleaser, that's my bone. Little
black bitch, Miss Wilbur Hayes, aged 14 and a little bit, looked back over
his shoulder and breathed a long slow "Maaaaaaaaaaan!" at the sight of my
generous meat right before I forced the fat head of it up against his tight
teen date and grunted as I served it up to him real hard, straight in,
first time.

"Take it, boy," I told him, the sweat runnin' down my face by now. I could
taste it in my mouth. "C'mon, baby, you know this is what you want, huh?
Dammit, you know it. Tell me it's what you want, honey."

Hayes had just about had the air knocked clean out of him when I drove that
mutha through him straight up but hell, he was black, he got some rhythm
goin' pretty quick, know what I'm sayin'. We got it together hard'n'fast in
that john, me givin', him takin', me all mean'n'mad, and him all
sweet'n'soft. I fucked some black boy cunt in my time, but none so young as
this one, and none so damn pretty neither.

"Ohhh... ohhhhh... fuck me, man, fuck me wit' dat cock er yours, man." I
had a hold of his slim black hips real tight, and his spread hairless legs
were shiny as melted chocolate. It was a sight I wasn't goin' to forget in
a hurry. "Fuck me harder, man, harder! Ohhh, man, dat's how your boy likes
it... ohhhhh, yeeeaaahhh..."

I was ploughin' him and watchin' my cock doin'-the-do in his black cunt and
I knew pretty soon there was more lube to my stroke than a few suds. So I
reached a bare arm round my black baby's neck and pulled him up in a
headlock.

"I reckon there's more'n me that's been in you today, boy, huh? Question
is: how many more? How much milk you got slushin' in that cunt er yours,
huh? Tell me now, boy."

"Ohhh, sir!" He turned his head in my arm a little to try to see whether I
was really mad or just turned on by the idea of what my bone was surfin'
down there. But I kept him held tight so I was more turned on by what
became his confession: "Oh, man... sir... 'Tain't my fault, sir... The
men... Oh, sir..." I didn't miss a stroke fuckin' that sloppy pussy as his
story came dribblin' out, but I couldn't resist lickin' the sweat tricklin'
down his beautiful face: "I know's y'all call 'em the BC... They takes
turns... they takes turns ev'ry mornin'... and they takes turns ev'ry
night... They plays poker at night, y'know... an'... uuhhhh, sir... I's the
prize... an' in the mornin'... oooooh... I gotta provide their breakfast
service... separate, like... each man in his own bunk..."

It just made me harder thinkin' of those black cocks queued up at night,
big black paws strokin' hard while they waited their turns with the
kid. Then all laid out in their cribs at dawn before whistle-up, and the
boy climbin' from one to the other, gettin' loaded up, looser and sloppier
by the minute. My balls tightened and slapped against the kid's black sac,
all sudsed and cum soaked.

"This mornin', sir... ooohhh... Lieutenant Willis an'... uuhh... Lieutenant
Stanton... they had a contest... see how many times they could each do
me... Called me a cum-bucket they did. Oooohh, man... your cock's good,
sir, it's so good ter me... C'mon, sir, c'mon, add ter my cum bucket, sir,
add to your boy's cum bucket!"

He talked like a whore and took cock like a slut and I blew my load into
him in the appropriate manner. Fourteen years old and so full'a seed, it
was spillin' out as I fucked my final strokes, spillin' and splatterin'
over his ass and onto the john and all over the floor. The thought of
Willis and Stanton fillin' the boy up once, then twice, then three times,
tryin' t'outdo each other like a pair of fuckin' studs goin' at a ten
dollar hooker just turned me on more'n I could say. I was sweatin' and
shakin' as I pulled out and looked down at my dirty, cum-lubed cock.

Hayes let out a heavy sigh and drew his legs in together. He slowly turned
round in that little cubicle and looked up at me with the same sly doe-eyed
look he'd given me that first time I laid eyes on him, and he said:

"I'm on latrine cleanin' for the whole week... just so y'know... Yer in the
latrine now, sir... Let me clean yer up some."

And he dropped to his knees and set that beautiful mouth to work getting'
me all cleaned up for duty that noontime, and every noontime for the rest
of that dirty week.

END

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