Date: Sat, 27 Mar 2010 20:26:04 +0000 From: Robbie Robot Subject: The Captain's Boy Part Three The Captains Boy Part Three Copyright Van T Z Boi 2009, 2010 (The usual disclaimers apply. The sea voyage of young Tobias continues and is only a historical rendering of a fantasy so keep it that way please.) (Again thanks to all of you who have written, please do all you can to support nifty and as I have said I hope to add to all my stories in the coming weeks. Van T Z Boi) Tobias leaned forward and took the now pulsing member into his hand, he felt the inner strength and heat, slowly he eased the taut foreskin backwards revealing the open slit where already a clear pearl of liquid bubbled up growing larger by the second, Tobias stuck out his tongue tip and licked the sweet concoction, the Captain's liquid was much more muskier than Artar's he noticed but all other thoughts were driven from his mind as the Captain's hand came down on the back of his head and the large thick lump of flesh was forced deeper and deeper into his mouth. "Urrgghh," Tobias gasped for breath and over coming the urge to gag he regained his composure and managed to take the full nine inch length inside his mouth and into his throat. "That's good," grunted the Captain as he now took Tobias's head in his hands and proceeded to fuck Tobias's mouth and throat with long swift strokes, every inch of which Tobias felt. Tobias also managed to swallow whenever possible the copious amounts of the Captain's lubricating liquid, the effect of which were to make him more amorous. 'Now I understand Calkin's reasons for keeping the Captain for himself,' Tobias realised as the smell and taste of Captain Harder's emissions worked their sensual magic on him. "Up," grunted the Captain and Tobias rose, he followed the Captain to the edge of the pool where the Captain sat down. He made himself comfortable and then beckoned Tobias who carefully positioned himself over the drooling member and taking the tip in his hand placed the glistening cock head at his entrance, in one swift movement he sat down taking the long tube inside him with a deep sharp intake of breath. "Grrrhhuuuuhhh," grunted Captain Harder and immediately grasped Tobias by the waist and began moving him up and down, Tobias grimacing as he sucked in more and more deeper breaths until his boyhole and his body was in tune with the Captain's demands. Now Tobias could accommodate the Captain's lusts and he strove to manipulate the pulsing weapon inside him, twisting and turning and coercing his muscles as never before to squeeze and caress the man tube inside him. Harder now Captain Harder forced him up and down, Tobias feeling the heavy hairy balls swinging up to bounce against his cheeks as the thrusts became more and more intense. Tobias could feel Captain Harder deep within himself, deeper than Artar had probed and now he could move to ensure his own pleasure was assured. Tobias rotated his hips and ground his body down against the invading lance and held on tight to the pulsing head. He noticed the Captain's grasp lessen on his waist and knew he had been given control, assured he started to milk the Captain, placing his hands on the Captain's shoulders to balance and maintain his controlled movements. Tobias found himself face to face now with the Captain and he read the lusty message in the blazing eyes. Gently he leaned forward still keeping his momentum and placed his lips against the Captain's moaning mouth, for a moment he felt the hesitation and then his mouth was plundered by the Captain's thick tongue and now both his holes were ravished. The two plundered each other's bodies, the Captain seeking his release, the boy seeking his newly found pleasure as his lover Artar had taught him. Selfishly they took from each other until with a might heave and grunt the Captain spewed his seed deep inside Tobias's lovehole as seconds later Tobias himself squirmed his way through his own dry climax. He felt the huge weapon fill him as his own pleasure brought him to his peak and his body felt as though it was on fire with hot delight. Tobias looked at the Captain in a different light, he saw the inner passion of the man and in a rush of emotion leant submissively against the heaving chest, both trembled and sighed still joined as they sat on the side of the pool, the Captain now delicately holding the boy steady as they regained their composure. "Nicely done boy," whispered the Captain stroking Tobias's damp hair, he felt the boy tremble against him, 'he's not like Calkin' he told himself. "Come lets wash again and get back to work," he commanded. Tobias swiftly soaped and scrubbed the Captain's body and delicately washed the member which had seared his insides and despite his love for Artar he felt the lust for the Captain's passion, 'will we do it again,' he hoped to himself and the tropical air. Back at camp Tobias found himself thrown into the melee as Stewey's preparations for the campfire had gone into overdrive. A large trunk lay waiting by the fire to be placed on the pyre and a trail of men walked back and forth from the forest bringing more and more dead wood. Calkin had returned with the hunting party and three hogs hung from branches their blood dripping into makeshift bowls. More men sat with various birds on their knees as they yanked the brilliant coloured feathers from the flesh and wings. Stewey stood in the middle directing the preparations, his plump torso shining with sweat as he issued orders and prepared the birds and the hogs for roasting. Tobias joined Drake and Santos as they washed and scrubbed the vegetables watching the argument as the Captain demanded a boat crew to take him to the ship to inspect the repairs. "Where's Calkin?" asked Tobias as he knelt down and took up one of the long tubers and began scrubbing the hard flesh. "Gone for more fresh water and the chance to keep out of the Captain's way," grinned Drake. "He need not worry about the Captain," grinned Tobias, "he's well satisfied." Santos and Drake looked at Tobias and then the three heads grew closer together as they listened to the full details as they toiled in the heat. The hogs were placed on crude spits and each boy was designated to sit and tend the small fires under the spits and turn the hogs, a rope and pulled system had been set up to make it manageable for young arms. Calkin arrived back and sat with them eating a platter of fruit which he grudgingly shared with them and also took his turn at the spits giving each boy a time to run into the sea and refresh himself. Tobias looked towards the ship as he swam his turn, his body ached for the feel of Artar's touch and he felt an inner itch which despite his fuck with the Captain had not served to settle the desire. He could see the sails being raised and dropped and the tall figure of the Captain and when the wind allowed he could hear the distant commands being bellowed out. The sun slowly went down and as the heat died down the crew gathered around the huge fire where the trunk now burned steadily in the midst of the fire. Tobias and the others handed around the cleaned platters and the men began to eat their full of whatever was on offer. The chatter and laughter rang out as the men relaxed, safe from their mistress the sea and safe from any enemy, their ship rode at anchor, safe to from harm and crewless as all the men were gathered on the beach. As they fed from their platters Stewey handed the boys a small bowl of stew from which an enticing aroma rose. "Eat only from this bowl," Stewey instructed, "the large one for the men is of stronger flavour and not for boys such as yourselves," he grinned, "and take what you want from the hogs and the birds, you'll need all your strength afore the night is out." He tapped his finger against his nose, "Stewey knows a thing or two," he cackled and went around the gathering dispensing his special stew to every man. Tobias looked at the cook,' he's up to something,' he told himself, 'there's a gleam in his eye,' and he wondered what the evening portended. The boys devoured the stew which had a pleasing aroma and a spicy taste. "This is one of Stewey's best," announced Calkin licking his lips and dipping his fingers in the remaining traces of gravy on the bottom of the bowl. "Makes me feel hot and cold all over," said Santos his own fingers duelling with Calkin's. Tobias too felt the inner heat within him and both he and Drake found themselves too fingering the bowl, eventually Calkin won taking the bowl into his hands and licking the last dregs of the spicy liquid. Around them the meal had been devoured, and sated internally, now the crew entertained themselves, names were called and the men sang or danced their own favourites. Tobias and the others were also called to perform, he and Drake danced a passable sailors hornpipe whilst Calkin sang a soulful ballad his voice gruff now and again as maturity robbed him of his previous clear soprano. Santos danced a hard stepping routine from his native rural Spain, his heels drumming into the sand as he postured and pranced to the heavy claps of the audience. The beer and wine flowed and even the boys managed a nip of the rough brandy that Bones was offering round. Tobias felt the hard liquor heat and sear his throat and he rushed for the barrel of fruit juice which Stewey had prepared for the morning breakfast, to quench the sudden fire in his throat as the men laughed as his discomfort. "Will put hairs on that flat chest of yours," called out one of them men and Tobias found himself stroking his skin looking to see if the man was right. He was also aware of another heat inside him, a growing sensation and again he looked to where Artar was seated by the fireside, a half empty platter in his hand as he talked and ate with the men around him. As he looked he saw Artar raise his head and look directly at him and saw the smile that broke across the man's face and further he felt his inner lust twitch as Artar winked at him and he could easily read the lips movement, 'later' Artar had mouthed at him. "Tobias," he heard Drake's call and turned in the direction he heard the call from. "over here," he saw Drake's arm waving. As he grew closer he could see Calkin with a bowl in his hands, he was feeding himself from it, "Calkin's got more of that stew," Drake said and he too reached and took a handful of the steamy concoction. Tobias moved in to join the others, he could see Santos was chewing a large mouthful of the stew and he grabbed his platter and scooped a handful onto his plate. "This is so rich," sighed Drake, his mouth smeared with the thick gravy. Santos was too busy chomping to speak and Calkin too had his mouth stuffed. Tobias took a bite, he could smell the appetising aroma, it swirled into his senses, heightening his sense of taste and smell. The stew was much thicker and richer than the one Stewey had set before them and he ate with gusto, relishing the flavours of the meat and the vegetables and the spicy gravy that coated the food he was eating. All too soon his platter was empty and a hunger for more of the wonderful concoction rose within him, eagerly he reached for more having to grasp the bowl with one hand to get at the mixture as Calkin jealously attempted to keep all the fusion for himself. He began to chomp his prize when Stewy appeared. "And hows my boys," the cook stopped in mid flow as he saw the boys devouring the food, "what the, what's agoing on here, here you boys is that the men's stew," the cook lashed out and kicked the bowl from Calkin's hands, having to haul the boy back as he went sprawling after the bowl a desperate look on his face. "You fools," Stewey rounded on the now cowering boys, " I tole you not to touch the men's stew, its powerful stuff, it's not meant for your young bodies." He stood above them, "Well on your own heads be it, there's nothing I can do for ye now, see it begins already." Tobias raised his eye and he could see Calkin was standing, he was naked and his young member was full and hard, proud and throbbing it stood and he could feel a similar pulsing of his own, he also felt the need to remove the ragged britches which was all he was wearing, in seconds he was standing beside Calkin, Drake and Santos also stood, all were heavily erect almost to the point of pain. "See," cried Stewey and he stood aside and now the campfire was in full view, the men were all sprawled naked around and across each other, legs and arms waving as the men kissed each other hard on the lips and everywhere else, members were already deep in mouth and arses and the groupings of entwined and enjoined men undulated and waved across their view. "What have you done Stewey?" cried Tobias as he felt the urge to rush into the heaving melee. "Its the tuber I found, I know it's special properties, I've seen it afore and experienced its joys and pleasures. It can take a man to special heights, heights you can't even dream off," the cook coughed and spat on the ground, "only this one seems much stronger. I made a portion for you with less of the mixture, just enough for young boys but the men's is full strength and its strong boys, real strong," he cackled and tugged at his apron revealing his fleshy rolls and his thick prong, "and now its got me too," with a long cackle like that of a rooster crowing he launched himself down the beach back into the melting mass of the copulating crew. Tobias felt a shiver of trebling fear and a hot flush of lust spread through his body. He turned to look at his crewmates but Santos was already gone, his young form heading for the muscular figure of one of the crew who was thrusting his member in and out of the mouth of another man whilst another member of the crew was pounding the man's arse with deep heavy strokes. In moments Santos lay on his back, the man already thrusting hard away deep inside the boys lovechute and he saw the way Santos clung to the man, thrusting up off the sand to meet the forceful impaling, Tobias too saw the clenched hands as the boy grasped the man urging him on and the clamped legs around the mans waist as both rode each other in their frantic copulation. Tobias felt a rush inside him, an insistent urge, he looked towards Drake but his friend was no longer beside him. Concerned he looked around, there was no trace of his crewmate and he whirled round seeking any sign of Drake's whereabouts. A low moan, almost a growl came from the trees to the left and Tobias tiptoed forward seeking the source. He leaned around a palm tree and saw Drake lying in a clear space on the grassy sand, the boys had his legs and arms wrapped around the figure lying on top of him, Tobias watched as Calkin thrust hard and furious into the writhing, wriggling boy beneath him. Tobias could see their lips were locked together and he caught the desperate soulful look in Drake's eyes as he thrust upwards from the grass meeting the strong forceful movements of his young lover. Both were grunting now with an animalistic sound and Tobias felt the feat inside him respond, his boy passage burned, yearned now to be filled and he left the sight of the two lovers wrapped in each other's desperate desires to return to the campfire and the melee of men. He saw Santos was now squatting astride Tubber one of the elder seamen, his young body was bouncing with great speed and agility as he rode the older man to both their joys. He saw Stewey stop of Bones, the flabby body rippling as he too rotated and jiggled up and down, his folds of flesh gleaming with sex sweat by the flickering flames of the blazing fire. Captain Harder was standing to one side, he held Liam, the sixteen year old deckhand in his massive arms which were crossed over the youth's chest supporting him upright, the youth's legs were balanced on one of the legs drawn up for seating and the Captain was also balanced, his feet astride, his knees half bent as he pierced the boy rapidly as they copulated standing up. He too saw their lips fighting each other, Liam's head bent back as the Captain kissed him hard. Tobias could also see Liam's young member, thin and long pulse and bleed its clear juice, the drips glittering in the light from the blazing flames. 'Artar,' Tobias's mind fixed on his hero and he desperately sought the muscled figure, around and across the heaving mound of copulating men his eyes roamed and then he caught sight of a half hidden figure, Tobias trance like stepped forward in the seething morass. He stepped carefully over legs and arms ignoring the moans of desperate desire and lust, his own burning need was paramount as he sought Artar. He stopped now that the figure came into clear view. Artar stood there, his muscled arms around the thick figure of Groggs, the storesman, he could see the bulging muscles of both men as Artar hammered the older man's back entrance, both were locked in their lusty embrace, Groggs, moaning with a guttural growl that sounded deep inside Tobias's body. He watched the firm legs move as Artar thrust hard and heavily, pushing the man up against the tree against which they coupled, Tobias could se the traces of blood on Grogg's body as his skin was rubbed against the rough bark. A hand touched his shoulder and Tobias turned round, Allen, one of the younger sailors stood there, his eyes blazing with lust and want, his young member was the hardest and biggest that Tobias had ever seen it. Their eyes met, there was now conversing Tobias just sank to the ground and lay back spreading open his legs, no longer watching Artar, no longer concerned about his hero his eyes were held in the demoniac gaze in Allen's eyes. Both sighed with delight as Allen speared the young boy, and Tobias found himself grasping the young sailors arms, puling his face close so they could kiss. Tobias found the youths very smell was exciting him to urgent need and as their lips closed together and their tongues kissed and entwined, their limbs also entwined and Tobias felt the large member inside him, probing him, seeking his passion centre, finding it and assaulting it as never before. Both rode at each other seeking only the rudest of raw pleasure as they copulated and tore at each other's lusts. Tobias felt the heat begin and his body ignited as he peaked and saw the white lights of heaven, as he sank back he felt the youth explode within him, feeling each shot of manseed hit his inner love chute and not cooling the volcanic heat that still spewed inside him. They parted and Tobias lay for just a mad moment as the still erect youth tottered away in search of his next conquest, before he drew another breath he found himself being pulled to his knees and bent forward, as he knelt on all fours, he opened his mouth wide to receive the large member pushed towards him and at the same time his legs parted and he backed himself on the leaking weapon that sought to impale him. Vaguely his mind noted the figure of Artar as he caught sight of his grasping at Allen and the two sank to the ground, he saw Artar prepare to invade the youth and then his sight was blocked as the man using his mouth covered his head with his body, Tobias's mouth expanding automatically to allow the member access to his throat and for the first time Tobias took both a member and a hairy ball into his young mouth, Stewey's drug was coursing through his body now in full flow. Again Tobias felt the heat begin, this time it was purest pink and his body and mind danced to the eternal tune as his pleasure blossomed into pink delight. His throat was filled as he sensed the pulsing of ejecting manseed and he delighted in the sensation of the hot white bullets falling into his churning stomach. Behind him the sailor took longer and some pure passion minutes later Tobias knew the blast of manseed again bursting forth inside him again only adding to the burning heat, still not cooling him down and he ached, desired, lusted wantonly more. He stumbled to his feet and launched himself at the nearest body, the flabby figure lay prone, his drooling member raised skywards and heavenwards. Tobias gently lowered himself down on the stubby point that was Stewey's gleaming member. Tobias saw without seeing the dreamlike state of the delirious cook as he rotated and writhed on the stiff prong inside him. This time he sought his own joy and abused the organ that delved inside him as he bent everyway to get his passion point assaulted to the point of pure delight. Again he felt the inner flame peak and burn with intensity and his eyes burned as once again his body was enveloped in a white sunburst of extreme delight. Almost at the same time Stewy grunted and spewed his essence inside his young charge and both now leaned to kiss voraciously at each other. Tobias sagged now, his passion for the moment abated and then he was thrust aside as Stewey, still engorged crawled towards Allen who lay now on his front. Tobias watched as the flabby cook imposed himself on the youthful figure and saw Allen open to receive the probing glistening stub. 'Artar,' his brain reminded him as he managed to kneel upright only to find his mouth opening to receive another blunt member, gleaming and dripping with seed, Tobias swallowed and sucked, drawing with ease the pulsing liquid as the sailor grunted his ejaculation. Now Tobias found himself pushed on his back and he groaned as Liam, plundered his young depths, as he moaned at the youth's intrusion Santos too groaned under the heavy thrusting weight of Artar's sexually charged body. Calkin also lay impaled under the Captain as the two fought each other to achieve climax and at the same time Drake lay open and receiving as the Bosun charged his boychute with a heavy dose of mancream. As the night wore on the bodies changed and altered, Tobias was now no longer aware of who rode him, thrust inside him, heatened him up, spewed, hit, bulleted, ejaculated manseed into his demanding stomach, all he knew was he wanted, lusted for invasion after invasion and he got what he wanted. His brain began to clear somewhat and he staggered away from the fire seeking the cool breeze from the sea. He stood by the washing waves and then felt a touch on his shoulder, he turned, Calkin stood before him. He observed the maturity of the teenager, the tight muscles, the sweaty body, the tuft of hair that bespoke Calkin's sexual ripeness. "Calkin," he whispered seeing the blaze in the youth's eyes. "Down," hissed the ardent teenager and Tobias held by the trance like stare fell backwards onto the sand. Calkin followed the boy downwards as his inner drug driven desire to breed drove him forward. He lay his seed stained body on top of the pliant boy and it was Tobias himself who guided the slim figure of the burgeoning phallus to his entrance. Tobias held the youth in a soft embrace as they coupled, it was the first time Calkin had entered him and he now delighted in the softer touch of skin on skin and the gentle piercing of his love channel. It was short lived as in moments Calkin, his lust enflamed by the tight incarceration of his teenage rod became lusty enraged and he ploughed the boy beneath him, both now moving to reach each other's passion. Tobias again responding as the drug brought him to yet another peak of youthful dewfree passion. He too felt the teenagers outpouring of his young seed, it served again to heat his passion and he experienced yet another spurt of delight as his nerves twitched with orgasm. They lay entwined, gentling each other, Calkin aware of the tender caressing of his back as Tobias stroked him, for the moment they were spent. A sound made them look up, the soft footfalls of an approaching body. "Calkin," they heard the whisper and both looked to see Drake standing there, his young body gleaming in the brilliant moonlight. Tobias could see the damp body, streaked with sweat and manseed and he like Calkin heard the desperate wanting need in the boys voice. Calkin removed himself from Tobias's warmth and Tobias noticed the teenager's member was already stiffening and beginning to pulse. "Drake," he heard Calkin's throaty reply and then the two clung to each other, arms wrapped around each other as they kissed, gently at first and then with increasing passion. Tobias lay there on his side now, his own body heaving internally as he watched the two pair up and couple, he saw the gentle kissing and caressing, the tender touching and stroking. Oblivious to the young observer Calkin now slid between the open thighs as Drake arched his back to allow Calkin to implant himself inside him again. As they coupled Tobias suddenly felt the emotion emanating from the young lovers and his own emotions told him he was not needed here. Again he felt the urgent desire to seek Artar out and he carefully rose to his feet and taking a last look at the entwined bodies as they gently made passionate love on the beach he tiptoed away. As he neared the fireside he saw too the urgency of the movements between the men had changed and he could sense and feel the subtle alteration in desire and lust. Men were now seeking each other out as personal dislikes and rivalries gave way to something new, something almost strange in such a gathering, something from the beginning of time as love sought love. Tobias saw the new couples, passionate in their new embrace, looking to pleasure each other before themselves. He saw Stewey lying on his side, Bones lay behind him and he could see by the gently movement they were coupled. Tobias could also see the two men kiss each other straining necks so their lips could meet as they in the meantime suckled and sucked at Liam's still stiff member as the younger boy was impaled from behind by Allen. Stewey's own member was lovingly caressed by Liam's tongue and mouth as the strange foursome pleasured away at each other in the more gentler flames from the burning fire. Santos he saw lay beneath the heavy muscular figure of the Bosun as the older man gently plunged back and forth, in and out of the boys love chute. He saw Santos nibble at the man's hanging teats, going from one to the other sucking tenderly as they too coupled in serene delight. Grogg lay on his back the aged man moaning softly as Hans Brane, another old seasoned hand, a man with a scarred and grizzled body mounted him, both were locked together in oblivion as they coupled, each only intent on the other. Tobias too felt his inner urge flame and again he sought his hero. Desperate now he walked the fireside looking for his mate, seeing and not seeing the couples as they formed up for the rest of the long night, his eyes looked left and right up and down as he seeked for a sight or a sign of his missing love. His quest amongst those mating closest to the fire in vain he circled wider, now stumbling across other entwined bodies, three, four, five men coupled and joined in unique and lusting ways. Away from the fire he sought the glades and spaces in the trees and then he heard a low growl of a moan and his inner being sensed, knew who was making the sensual noise. Dreamlike now he walked slowly towards the sound which drew him on and then he stepped into a moonlit clearing and saw the two bodies lying joined on the grassy sandy ground. He took a deep intake of breath as he saw who was lying with Artar, 'the Captain' he whispered softly to the steamy air. Before him Artar lay on his back, his muscular arms lay across the Captain's muscular back. Tobias could see the hands slowly stroking up and down the Captain's torso as the Captain slowly moved back and forth and Tobias could hear the growl from Artar and beneath that the whispered grunt as Captain Harder plunged deeply in and out of Artar's manglove. Tobias watched as the two moved with sensual pleasure and delight. He noticed Artar's subtle twisting of the Captains' nubs, he saw their tongues entwined as they kissed and licked at each other and he saw too the look that passed between then, a look of passion and need and Tobias knew that look, he had experienced it between Artar and himself. He paused for a moment and sensed the air seeking the emotion, he felt the sensuousness of the coupling before him but unlike some of the others he felt no shame or sense of intrusion, somehow it was appropriate to be here, not like when he lay beside Calkin and Drake as they made love. He saw Artar arch his back and cross his legs over Harder's backside, pulling the Captain even deeper inside him as the throaty growl rose a notch higher up the lust level. He heard too the Captain's intake of heavy breath deepen and deepen with each forceful movement of the hard, tight muscular body. For a moment he caught sight of Atar's member, it glittered with tiny lights from the moonlight as the white glow picked up the globules of natural lubricant as it oozed from the purple tip and he saw it pulse heavily spilling more of the precious liquid between the heaving bodies. Tobias felt his body twitch and he licked his lips wanting to savour the taste of the heavenly substance. He took a cautious step forward, the two bodies, intent on their desire gave no indication of awareness of his presence and encouraged he took another and then another step forward. Now he was close to the tangled bodies and he knelt down and pushing his hand between the sweaty wet bodies he found the object of his desire and his hand closed around the bulbous head of Artar's member, making the man groan deeper at the wanton touch. Tobias moved closer so he was in touch with the entangled pair, his hand now squeezing and manipulating Artar's thick throbbing manpole, sliding the sticky skin back and forth and feeling the intensive heat of the Captain's desire as his hand made contact with the plunging body. He noticed the Captain move to allow his greater access and his other hand stroked down the heaving, straining back until he found the heavy hairy balls and he caressed the gonads, squeezing them in time to the now hard strokes he was giving Artar's heated member. Up and down back and forth went the Captain as Tobias matched the man in his endeavours, Artar growling deeper and deeper with primeval lust as their passions rose and rose and rose and rose. Tobias could sense, feel, was a part of their joining as he helped Artar achieve his release just as much as he aided the Captain to his. He was part of the joining as the men exploded, their bodes quaking with their internal flames as their balls emptied their seed both inside and between each other. Captain Harder grunted loud and proud as he felt his member clutched by Artar's manglove and his seed shot deep inside the steersman, he too felt the heat of Artar's seed spilling between them, the pearly liquid transformed by the moonlight into a translucent brilliance that sparkled luminously coating their bodies and Tobias's squelching hand with a fairydust sprinkling of heavenly dew. The three figures sank earthwards, sinking into the grass, the Captain still hard and pulsing sinking deeper inside the hot hole that ensconced him, Tobias now lying across them his hand still wrapped around Artar's dripping member. Tobias kissed the hard muscular back as he heard the two exchange their own murmuring kissings and now he felt Artar's hand cross his own back and stroke his softly, gently, lovingly. The boy moved, carefully, upwards until he too was involved in the mouths and tongues giving as much as he received. He heard the squelchy squishy sound as Captain Harder slid his engorged member out of Artar's grasping love hole and he moved to lie back. Artar sat up and looked down at the wanton boy, sensing his lust and need, he rose to his knees and positioned himself between the open, inviting legs, the young portal opening for him and he looked deep into Tobias's eyes, their gaze me and held and the heat and desire between them intensified and despite Artar's so recent explosion both knew he was more than ready to deliver another sign of his lust into Tobias's hot boy glove. As Artar sank downwards and inwards Tobias breathed a heady breath and his heart filled with more than desire as his body was filled with Artar's thick, pulsing, steely member. "Oh my love," a voice whispered. END OF PART THREE To be continued....... 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