Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2018 14:41:35 +0000 From: Robbie Robot Subject: THE CAPTAIN'S BOY THE CAPTAINS BOY THE CAPTAINS BOY Part Six © Van T Z Boi 2018 (The usual disclaimers apply, this remains the property of the author and you do not have permission to download and post this anywhere else without the author's permission. Please remember this is just a story and keep yourself safe. If you enjoyed this then please support nifty and make a donation; without nifty you would not be able to read and enjoy such fanciful creativity and they need your financial support so you can continue to enjoy nifty stories) (HEALTH WARNING: Due to the number of comments from nifty readers you are warned that reading this material may involve the self-indulgent loss of bodily fluid. Please ensure you have a supply of water, vitamins and minerals including; vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter. A good supply of tissues should be close at hand in case of sudden emergencies!) (Thanks to all who have written and voted for story continuation it is nice to be appreciated, I do also enjoy reading your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my stories. Please note the new email address lostinspace1966@protonmail.com. Now please read on. Till the next Time: Van T Z Boi) From Part Five Harder felt Tobias's sighing long drawn out moan and he lifted his head. "Ready boy," he barked his eyes blazing his lusty need, a statement not a question this time. Tobias could only nod, his eyes intent on the Captain's organ which waved pulsingly in the sunny breeze, the flared head oozing and dripping. Tobias swallowed several times in succession and mentally willed his body to comply. Harder lay on his back, his organ stood proud as Tobias knelt above him. Sucking in a deep breath, his eyes now on Artar's member which was close to his mouth ready for some extra lubrication Tobias grasped the captain's organ and placed the weeping tip at the lips of his boypussy. Part Six Grasping the sticky fleshy tube in his hand Tobias rubbed the oozing cockslit across the entrance to his boyheaven. He twitched as the surges of pleasure commenced, the satiny sticky texture of Harder's fleshy head pulsed as he stroked it around his gaping entrance, Tobias needed the stimulation, the expectation of joyous endings to enable him to ready his boyhole for the ordeal to come. Again in his head he recalled the expressions on Calkin's and Santos's face as they had both been double entered, Calkin's wore a look of strained torture whilst Santos's eyes gleamed with a fierce delight, he wondered which expression he would wear. He felt the huge breadth of Harder's member, somehow it felt even greater in size than usual and then glanced at Atar's bloated tube, his eyes blinked as his head spun, `Can I really take both of these monsters inside me, even Santo's who seemed to glory in the double penetration was not taking such humungous organs such as he was now expected to take,' he trembled quivering fearfully at the prospects. "Easy lad, easy," Artar's soft supporting voice was accompanied by a gentle squeeze of his shoulder. "A boy like you should be able to handle us both, you know how much loved you are by the crew." Tobias sighed, `but not in such words or manner by you,' he thought dismally. Harder's rougher hand slapped against his back, "down you go boy," he insisted and Tobias grunting lowered himself on the plump pole. As the silky flesh slid inside him Tobias moaned as the sensitive parts were caressed by the sliding velvetiness, he sensed the tickle inside him, the beautiful tingling unscratchable tickle billow up, then as Harder's mighty weapon slid past his hidden boypoint of extreme pleasures Tobias could only mewl and purr as the hard inches massaged his inner being. "Ride him until you are relaxed and easy," Artar whispered his hand sliding down from Tobias's shoulder to catch the slim pricklet of boyflesh, his fingers smoothing around the slim lance, teasing the looser skin at the tip to expose and recover the bright pink bulb that gleamed as it caught the sun. Tobias whimpered as the pleasure came from two different places but all centred inside him combining to form a fountain wave of delight and ecstasy that burst high inside him. Harder grabbed Tobias's hips and using his strength thrust his massive member back and forth within the vibrating funnel, his bloated man crown battered against the enflamed bulge making Tobias sigh and purr as the tingling waves grew in volume and power. Artar's flickering fingers fluted down and around his boytreasure, occasionally a finger then two sliding in beside Captain Harder's fatness, the attempt to further widen and stretch his boypussy causing jolts of pleasure pain that just about remained on the side of pleasure. Tobias lost control as the pleasantries from both Harder's member and Artar's fingers took him over the edge into voluptuousness and he shuddered as a hard juddering wave broached his defences and he surrendered to the beautiful delight of a blossoming boyjoy. As he quailed under the rampaging joys that wrought through him he heard Artar's voice. "He's ready," Artar spoke softly but decisively. Tobias still in the realms of unique ecstasy found himself being slowly pulled backwards, Harder's throbbing length smoothing, stretching away inside him. Opening his eyes fully Tobias saw Artar in the process of kneeling before him. He could see the glistening mast of Artar's fleshy member glitter in the sunlight with his juices, the sunlight sparkled along the sticky coating before it shone as it reflected off the slow puddle of man dew that oozed from Artar's plump meaty slit. He shivered in expectation as his eyes met the focused orbs in Artar's face.. "Tobias, watch my eyes," Artar sighed softly, "think of nothing but the joys we have shared, let those joys allow you to relax and accept this joy too," Artar leaned close and kissed Tobias full on the lips, Tobias opening his mouth to suckle at Artar's tongue and his mind concentrated on the many delights they had shared. Tobias moaned softly against the lips as he sensed a further warmth grown and flare into being inside him Artar balanced himself carefully, his eyes locked on Tobias's as he found support on the ground, bending his back sent a jolt of pain shoot within him and he twitched and then reluctantly released Tobias's lips. `I can't kiss him and fuck him at the same time,' he thought but he held Tobias's gaze. Gently he took hold of his glistening member and played it around Tobias's stretched lips, his meaty helmet wiping his drooling juices around the stretched skin of Tobias's boyport and the pulsing even meatier root of Harder's impaling organ. Tobias twitched as he sensed the delicate soothing smoothing rub wetly against his hole, the sticky juices clung to his drawn out and stretched boypussy lips which as though recognising the drooling weapon swelled and made ready for boarding. Artar sensed the change in Tobias's extremity and biting his lip, sucking the lower lip inside his mouth as he concentrated as he delicately eased his exposed helmet alongside the meaty texture of Harder's thick organ. He sighed too as he felt the arousing touch of the two different but bloated skins. "Take a deep breath Tobias," he instructed softly. "Take it boy, take our loving belaying pins," grunted Captain Harder as he held Tobias tight around the waist, his own jerking member thickening as he thrust inside the tight embrace of the boy. Tobias sucked in the oxygen as he felt his arsehole being distended, wide, wider, stretched and spread as the head of Artar's drooling organ sought purchase and entrance. Artar grunted as he felt the taut resistance and Tobias's trembling body squirming at his initial probing. Firmly and forcefully he pushed, shoving his member's glistening mouth at Tobias's boyquim. Tobias growled, a deep almost adult sound borne of primordial memory as he clenched his little fists and panted as he felt his body altering, changing shape as his beloved Artar fucked his manly meat inside him. "Ooooowwwwwwwaaaaarrrggggghhhmmmpppphhhh," Tobias screeched as the sharp and torturous pain rocketed through him, he felt as though he was being split asunder as the mammoth feeling male organs broached his inner defences and lay alongside each other in the squeezing and contracting funnel of his fuckhole. Tears ran down his crying screaming face as the pain continued to pulse and ache inside him. "We berthed?" Captain Harder ignored the yelling in his ears as he sought the extreme delights expected. `What better way to be joined with my love,' his thought continued confusingly as Artar's richly tanned skin made him think of the Nubian boy who had stolen his heart. "A moment, a moment Captain, we're alongside but the squalls will pass," Artar muttered as he sought and found Tobias's cocklet, the little boy member pulsed and jerked fiercely between his rubbing fingers as he worked to divert Tobias's mind away from the excruciating pain Tobias was evidently focussed on. Tobias twitched as Artar's fingers worked their pleasure, the tingling delights of being caressed along his slim organ, the gentle compressing squeezing around the plump head mixed irrationally with the shooting singes of burning torturous pain making his head swim and tingle as his young immature brain sought to comprehend pain from pleasure and brake through to acceptance of pleasurable agony. Sobbing Tobias relaxed, the wracking pain ebbing until only the fulsome pleasure of being ram-packed with diverse pleasurings as the two meaty organs themselves jerked and throbbed and pulsed at different paces and pulses, their diverse smoothings and judderings inside him rubbing away at his hidden internal joypoint. Artar bent carefully over the combined forms, balancing his weight as much as possible on his tensed hands as he manoeuvred his body and his mighty organ to maintain the pleasure for his young lover and to satisfy both his older paramour and his desperate sudden need to plunge and devour the tight velvetness he was held in, the manly instinct to conquer by lust foremost in his lust driven mind. `I never shared Sean with anyone,' he told himself, `but Tobias is not Sean and yet, and yet,' his mind spun into memories of the times he had loved Sean his sea lost love of what seemed so long ago. Gently he thrust deeper inside Tobias sensing the boys reaction to the extra pressure and the exciting raptures as his member rubbed hard against Harder's meatiness. The succulent joys made his manly orbs twitch and work hard, delivering more and more of his sweet juices to assist the path of his fucking organ. Close now he lowered himself, his feet stretching out to take purchase on the sandy rocks and his nest of crinkly hairs met and gentled against Tobias's jerking boyorgan. Tobias moaned as he felt the rougher hairs catch and stroke his shaft and the boybulb, the rough textured hairs making and sending messages of exquisite pleasure tingle inside him. His fisted hands uncurled and reached out to caress and squeeze Artar's hardened teats, the tips peaked hard and Tobias wrenched to locate and suckle them as the shafting masts inside him swelled and bloated as they fucked his boyharbour. The elongated lips of his boyquim tingled and itched as the delicate nerve endings were excited and driven to greater ecstasies as the massaging meaty prongs of manly flesh juddered and shuddered spilling their soothing dew inside his contracting funnel. A hot surging squall of ecstasy exploded inside Tobias as the combined shuddering took him over the edge and he mewled and purred as the exquisite delight pleasured him from head to toe, his body stretching and trembling in ecstatic agony. Arta and Harder too groaned as the compression of Tobias's blazing boyjoy was felt all along their members, the mighty organs swelling and throbbing as in turn their own ecstasies were sent surging throughout their frames. The sets of male spheres encased in scrotal flesh jumped and strived, the diverse sacs bumping at each other as their pleasure was intensified. Intent on their own personal pleasure each moved in disjoined rhythm, their internal shovings causing further waves of sensual joy to lengthen and extend Tobias's wondrous orgasmic contractions. Artar grunted as he felt his man crown but up against the ridge of Harder's crown, the squeezing of Tobias's undulating glove adding a further excitement to his sexed nerves. Harder growled as he felt Artar's delicate rubbing, the flare of surging pleasure shot up and down his spine and he held Tobias's twitching torso tighter. Faster and faster he beat his mast before the bellowing winds of desire, the surging lancing action probing deeper inside Tobias's as his organ was further distended and lengthened by the heady lusts of double fucking. Artar relished the same sensations as his own organ was bloated and engorged to beyond its fullest, he sucked in the heady aroma of the two man musk which evaporated slowly from the enjoined bodies. Stewey sweated as he worked to prepare the crews meal and also contend with the disaster that was Santos. As a few more distressed members of the sexed up crew appeared from whatever conclaves they had made for themselves following the effects of his aphrodisiac enhanced meal and the resultant following orgiastic orgy, he sorted out those who looked well enough to replace some of the more exhausted men who were struggling to service the deranged slutboy. "Drake," he shouted, "Drake," he bellowed again but whilst some of the men reacted and looked around there was no sign of the boy. "Drat, t'young fucker's gone off with Calkin on the foraging party. Fucking bum boys never to be found when you want them!" Stewey swearing heavily dragged the younger crewmate Liam away from the group who were avidly watching Santos's extreme fucking session. "Here lad," he set him before a pile of tubers making sure his back was towards where Santos's cries of ecstasy floated over the crackling of the fire. "Clean these and cut away the darker brown parts." Liam with a grudging backwards glance where Santos was bouncing with fierce and inflamed activity on one of the crew, reluctantly picked up a tuber and shoved it into the barrel, the cool touch of the water breaking his attention and setting it on the given task. Grimly Stewey stalked over to the continuing orgy and gave another two hardy men a drink of the tuber tainted water. The two men sank the liquid and then they blinked, their half swollen members filled with lusty blood, they rose as one and they stalked towards Santos where they dragged him off the man who was thrusting upwards on the sand. Santos crowed but accepted being set on all fours as the two newcomers assaulted him from both ends. Santos grunted and sighed taking both the swollen members with dissolute lust and depravity, his yibrating tongue swirling around the fat drooling head in his mouth as his quim muscles similarly dealt with the engorged meaty lance ploughing inside it. Stewey pulled up the exhausted crewmember of the scrambled sandy beach and yanked another one out of the lust driven group that moved to surround Santos where he had been beached. "Drink man, drink," he hollered as he placed the lip of the flask against the wriggling crewmember, the naked man squirmed, held tight in Stewey's muscled armhold and gagging he swallowed the forced liquid. Stewey watched intently as the man's throat jerked and he pressed the flask tight against the man's lips. Greedily the man sucked at the lip and swallowed a choking mouthful. Stewey stepped up to the other man, a tall Nubian whose dark skin shone in the sunlight, "You'm too lad," he commanded. The Nubian his wildly spinning eyes still engaged on the sight of the group that surrounded Santos, instinctively grasped the flask and obedient to words of command swallowed heavily, his throat jerking as he took mouthful after mouthful of the cooled fruit juice. He still stared at the writhing group, his hand around his swollen thick dark skinned member however slowed its rapid stroking action and then he shook his head. Stewey checked the man's eyes, the reddened lines were fading from the man's irises, grunting Stewey checked the other crewman, his eyes were closed but his member had shrunk, shriven well below its normal state. Roughly Stewey tugged at the man's eyelids, squeezing them open, he nodded as he saw that the same reddened streaks had faded and cleared, softening even more as he watched. "You Nambon," he shouted at the Nubian, "Firewood, get more and tend the fire." Nambon shook his head, his curly hair sending a spray of sweat into the air around him but he shambled of towards the treeline, picking up a machete from the woodpile as he did so. "Shuddel, you can stir the pot," he pulled the tired man after him and led him to the cooking pot that was placed by the fire. He passed the ladle to Shuddel who trancelike stood there his arm automatically stirring the contents of the blackened pot. Stewey balanced on his feet, his toes stretching into the warm sand as his eyes swept from side to side scanning the campsite area, the beach and in particular the place where Santos's squirming form could be seen between the legs of his waiting ardent amours. He filled his flask with more of the fruitjuice and made his way around the goggling men, making each of them take a swallow. A quick check of Santo's eyes, the irises which still blurred with the lusting crimson streaks made him shake his head. `Still not ready to dose the juice, dratted slut is too small in body for what he imbibed,' he checked the aroused men, `still need all of them available to fuck the slut,' he said to himself as he returned to the campfire and carried on with his tasks. The shot rang out loudly, its sudden explosive echo bouncing around the woods. "There, there," shrieked Calkin, his hair matted against his face as the damp heat from the tropical forest made everything sweat. Drake darted forward and grabbed the jerking bird, he examined it after he had swiftly ended its pain buy yanking the neck. He lifted his face towards Calkin a big smile showing his excitement. "You missed the feathers," he jumped up and down excitedly. Calkin stomped up, the smoking rifle pointing backwards, "Those will fetch us a pretty penny," he grinned. The two carried their colourful prey back to the large palm tree where a similar pile of brightly feathered birds were laid. Drake placed the latest catch on the top making sure that the precious feathers were not damaged. Calkin produced the green twine which he roped around one of its taloned claws. `That'll identify my catch to Stewey,' he sighed to himself as he surveyed the rainbow pile. "We've done well," he smiled and gently caressed Drake's head. In the distance he could hear other sounds of fired shots and the calls of the ranged foragers. He looked at the sun and made his calculations. "We've a bit of time before we need to head back," he spoke softly. Drake beamed he knew exactly what Calkin meant. He stepped close and taking the gun placed it against the bole of the trunk. He had hardly turned back before Calkin's mouth was seeking his. The two tumbled to the soft ground the lush grasses flattening to mattress their trembling bodies. Drake sighed as Calkin's lips kissed his throat, the gentle touch evoking a surge of expectation and his small boymember stiffened, the tanned pink foreskin edging back to reveal the tiny slit in the crimson helmet. His young hand caressed the slim length of the older boy's organ, sensing the pulsing inside as the bloodlust surged; their plumped lips kissed and sucked, tongues duelled as they adjusted their bodies to allow Calkin's throbbing fuckpole to enter Drake's boyquim. Both lovers sighed as the tanned length slid inside, Drake felt the same surge of delight as he always did when it was Calkin inside him. Calkin felt his own similar familiarity with Drake's loving glove. "I have known others," he whispered in Drake's ear, "but your quim is the finest I have ever fucked." Drake quivered as he heard the whisper, he too had known many members; life for boy at sea brought such pleasures and tortures. Love he dimly recalled, the forever held memory of his mother's touch. The rough slap of his father's hand when he erred and the soft touch of the sailor who had enticed him with sweetmeats and promises. The sailor who had stolen him away from the market and his parents that fateful day when he had been given a penny to spend. He had followed the sailor whose companion a monkey that curled its tail around the sailors' shoulders, laughing and chuckling at the monkey's antics. The same money who sat picking at its fleas as down below the branch of the tree it clung to, the sailor introduced him to what was expected of a boy at sea. He had happily followed the exciting sailor with the enticing monkey, his whole penny to spend still clutched in his hand as he had eagerly followed the grinning matelot listening to his stories of life at sea. The descriptions of the different islands and countries had intrigued him as Drake had never travelled far away from his home village. As they stepped away from the boundaries of the market Drake gave not a single glance behind him, the money was entertaining him and distracting him with its antics. "Would you like to hold him?" the sailor smiled and Drake bounced up and down with excited joy. The animal smelled somewhat musky but Drake inhaled the strange odour as part of the experience. The monkey had jumped from his arms to settle on his shoulder just as he had the sailor, with the monkey sitting by his head, the tail curled around his neck, Drake accepted the sailors hand and continued to walk away from safety. Intrigued by the monkey and the sensation of being alike a sailor Drake had not noticed they had walked beyond the walls of the village and were now headed in a direction he would not know or recognise. He did not see the sailor watching closely for any signs of being followed and when the man stepped off the track into the bushy woods he simply followed, chattering to the monkey who merrily chattered back. "Shall we stop for a rest," the sailor did not wait for any reply but sat down, his back against the bole of a gnarled and ancient tree. Drake too sat, cautiously as he had to contend with the monkey curled on his shoulder, the monkey ran down to his lap and then enthralled him by running backwards and forwards between the sailor and himself, always happily accepting the strokes and caresses that Drake made. "He likes you," grinned the sailor. "I like him too," agreed a beaming Drake. "I like's you too boy," the sailor said and he placed his arm around Drake's shoulder and pressed him to him. Drake found this unusual and it was then he stared around to discover he had no idea where he was. He shivered and the sailor held him tighter. "I'll keep you warm," he said as he nuzzled his scratchy chin against Drake's head. So close now Drake had no alternative but to inhale the man's odour, he stank of something sour mixed with the same musky smell from the monkey and the odour soured in Drake's nose. He struggled but the sailor's arm around him was too strong. The monkey startled by Drake's sudden jerking movement had run up their bodies and climbed to the branch above. "I'll show you how sailors keep warm," the sailor had grunted in Drake's ear and then began pawing at Drake's clothing. Drake had been terrified into compliance and shaking with the unknown fear had allowed the man to strip him of his meagre clothing. He sat there his clothes strewn to one side as the sailor prodded and poked him, his fingers seeking out every nook and cranny. Drake trembled and shivered as the probing fingers poked further and further, touching his little points of skin on his chest which seemed to respond the strange caress and send an odd sensation tingling inside Drake. The grubby stubby fingers slid between his legs and touched him there where he made his water. Drake twitched as the fingers sent a different sensation rising inside him, a warm tingling unlike anything he had known. `I do sort of seem warmer,' he told his puzzled mind and then when the sailor's fingers, now gentle eased back the loose skin at the top of his `thing' and a fingertip touched the hidden pink top Drake could only moan as the warm sensation heated to a flaring surge and without knowing why Drake relaxed, leaned against the sailor as the soothing fingers moved up and down his `thing,' the unknown tingles making him feel more and more excited in a way he did not understand. "You're a beautiful boy," whispered the sailor his lips now nuzzling Drake's ear, Drake tingled and twitched strangely at this further intrusion but the excitements were overwhelming. The kiss that followed was confusing for Drake, his mother and father both kissed him but not like the way the sailor was doing, he felt another oddness surge as the sailor's lips closed about his own and then he felt the moist dampness as something was pushed between his closed lips. At first he resisted the moist probe but the sailor's insistence was forceful and powerful, eventually his young immature mouth opened and the sailor's salty tongue gained entrance. Drake could not understand why he was twitching and wriggling as the sailors' further intrusion sent mixed messages confusing his thinking as the odd and varied tinges and surges of the strangest pleasure rose and fell; these feelings and sensations only further confusing his whirling mind even more. The fingers around his water maker clutched even tighter, ordinarily such a squeezing grab here, something Drake had experienced when wrestling with the boys of the village would have been painful but this educated rubbing was sending its own pleasure surges and tingles. The warm tingling excitements continued to spread and spread through him and Drake could only gasp and squirm as the flaring warmth took him over and he lay complaint and panting as he stared sightlessly into the sailor's glinting eyes, he did not understand the message contained in those eyes but his body trembled. The sailor's mouth moved downward over and across Drake's naked body. Again and again Drake found himself lurching and twisting as the mouth and lips kissed and sucked, touching him in this new and exciting strange but so exhilarating way. As the warm moistness of the sailor's mouth closed over his water maker, Drake found himself looking down his squirming body where he caught the sight of the sailor's eyes glowing at him as he sucked the tube of stiffened flesh. `I've not known my water stick to be so long and stiff,' he thought as the wondrous tingles mounted and rose. The extraordinary sensations surging violently and yet so amazingly pleasurable inside his twisting body was a further exciting whirling which served to confound his sense of danger. Drake thought he saw stars, searing shooting stars which seemed to glitter across his open eyes as the sensations became much too much for him to comprehend. Drake found himself panting and jerking and shuddering as something happened inside him, the surges of tingling delights became a huge flood and then the heavens sparkled and the tingle blossomed as an extraordinary delicious warming sensation spread throughout him. His eyes closed as the warm delight rushed and rolled over and through him. "That's m'boy," he dimly heard the sailor whisper and Drake whimpered as the joy peaked and slowly ebbed, his whole body felt alive and warm and hot. `I want this to happen again,' Drake was aware of the thought, he was after all just a boy whose excitements were normally few. "Y'm be a good bum boy I'm assure," he heard the sailor grunt and Drake opened his eyes to see the sailor was half naked. Drake lay frozen as he watched the sailor yank his ragged three quarter length trews down to his ankles, the sailor had dark weather beaten tanned skin; he could see several scars and bruised looking marks on the exposed body. A large matt of grisly hair coated the sailor's chest from which peaked out two hardened bright pink teats. Drake's eyes were drawn downwards where the sailor was stroking the long olive tanned length of plump meaty flesh that jerked between the rough fingers, a flashing of crimson colour could be seen at times as the sailor stroked the length of the odd looking pole. Drake was shocked as he realised that this was the sailor's water maker, `it is nothing like my father's' he thought recalling the odd times he and his father had made water together, often in the morning but as he observed the sailor's handling of his water maker, Drake recalled the few times he had been sat on laps by the fire at various gatherings. In particular he remembered Farmer Argut, the kindly old man was always friendly and ready to offer Drake his lap when there was no other place to sit in the crowded social gathering of village life. `That water maker looks like what I sat on when on Argut's lap' he thought. `Did Farmer Argut have a water maker like that?' he recalled shifting around on Argut's lap, the farmer sometimes tickling him so he would wriggle happily laughing as the funny lump beneath him quivered and trembled. One time at the Harvest gathering he had sat there for a long time, being tickled and fondled and felt the strange throbbing beneath his backside and then as the tickling and squeezing became very vigorous Farmer Argut had grunted and sighed. Farmer Argut slowly relaxed and later on handed Drake a penny of his own `for being such a good boy,' his parents thought nothing of the gift, the Farmer was childless and a widower and was seen to be considerate of the neighbouring children. `Shame he has none of his own,' the villages would think collectively. Drake recalled there had been a few more pennies that came his way from Farmer Argut after that, many of them included a similar course of events as the first. "Now let ole Grubber a'show ye a new way of the warming," the grizzled sailor grinned and spread himself across Drake's trembling form. Drake stared at the tanned long meaty pipe that jerked in front of his face, he could see the purple pink tip clearly, the hole where normally water came out now oozed with a shiny oily fluid, a long string of the fluid drooled from the pulsing tip, the shiny drool falling onto Drake's chest then as Grubber slid forward, an anticipating smirk on his face, the drooling string wove up Drake's throat, puddled on his chin and then as Grubber's meaty pipe pulsed a small spray of the shiny fluid landed on Drake's lip. Instinctively his tongue slid forward to wipe the shiny stuff of his lips. As he tasted the shiny juice Drake's eye boggled as his tastebuds told him something strange. "It tastes sweet," he blurted his thoughts aloud. "Sweet enough to eat," chuckled Grubber evilly and he thrust his hips forward, the drooling purple cockmouth pushing between Drake's pursed lips. Drake at first attempted to fight the intrusion, the problem was his nose inhaled the sweet scent emanating from the sailor's water maker; confused Drake reluctantly opened his lips and the sugary meatiness slid inside his mouth. His tongue curled around the intruding bulb, again his tastebuds were excited by the honey sugariness he tasted and it was just to, too easy to swallow the tangy substance. "Thar's mi boi," Grubber settled himself on Drake's chest, holding onto the tree trunk to take most of his weight as the virginal boy beneath him orally pleasured him. `Should I christen his mouth first, feed him my seeding?' the rampant sailor wondered thinking discursively, `or claim his virginal boyquim for mine own?' "Decisions! Decisions!" he chortled aloud as the sweet delight surged up from where the beautiful slimy tongue worked steadily to wash away his manly dews. Drake despite his public nakedness was quite happy, the sweetness filling his mouth and drooling down his throat was the best thing he had experienced. `I love the taste of this shiny stuff,' he thought to himself, `who would have thought that a man's water maker could provide such a pleasantry,' he suckled and sucked, Grubber's thick member edging further and further inside his mouth. `I wonder why pa never showed me and let me lick his water maker?' he wondered as the heady aromas he inhaled worked along his senses blurring his sense of acceptability. Aroused and dissolute Grubber decided it was time to fuck his new toy, `A working bum boi will guarantee me a good berth on many a ship,' he decided. "Time to show you how to really warm the cockles of a man's heart," he leered at Drake who content with his meaty juicer did not hear anything. Grubber made his move. Drake's recollections were pushed in a new direction as Calkin's thrusting member sent a thrilling shiver rise within him, and his thoughts were more directed around his young lover. Calkin had fucked him many times when he had been traded to Harder's ship; his then owner had offered the use of Drake's body as passage when he had been rescued from his damaged ship. Captain Harder always had use for a hard working boy and Drake had a hard working boyquim too. Once they had berthed at the nearest fishing port, the man had grabbed Drake intent on keeping Drake, knowing he would provide the necessary money for repairs but Harder had seen the brutal way the man treated Drake and Stewey and a couple of the stronger men had separated the man from Drake. Harder had offered the boy his usual contract, service aboard with a share of the profits by then Drake knew enough about the captain to like and trust him and so willingly had joined the crew. Harder understanding the needs of a fisherman did however provide help and materials so that the fisherman could refloat and sail his boat to fish again; but Drake had understood that his contract was no part of that, Stewey had made it clear to Drake that whatever it had cost the Captain to repair the boat, that would come out of Harder's own profit share. Calkin as Captain's Boy had lorded it over the other boys, Drake knew and accepted this, there was a line of succession in such things. Calkin however was growing, his body developing and whilst he was subject to the Captain's whims he discovered he also had his own growing needs. The afternoon he had become a man, seeding the first time had been with Drake. The ship was in full sail, running before the wind and the crew was at ease. Everyone felt the boards beneath quiver as the ship broached the waves, her sails fully extended, the wind in their favour. Drake had been dismissed by Stewey, the cook had no need of him and he had made his way to the bowsprit to sit on the overhanging mast and take in the sun. Calkin similarly disposed had been on the same errand when they met. Calkin on seeing Drake felt the stirrings, Harder had fucked him deep but had not satisfied him so he was already primed for action. "Let's fuck," Calkin had caught Drake's arm, obedient Drake had submitted immediately. The rope-locker was the closest place for assignation; Drake followed Calkin into the darkness and assisted in putting the worn sail stored there that was used as a mattress by those in pursuit of relief, Drake was quite used to the rope-locker's other use and divested himself of the tattered shorts which was all he wore. Calkin had stroked him and the more gentle touching produced a warm response. Drake readily opened his mouth as they kissed, both sensed this was a different sort of coupling, for a start there was no forced timetable, some sailors just needed to drop their seed so often it was a case of simply opening his legs and taking the assault. Calkin exploring his growing body and needs sensed the pleasure being reciprocated and accordingly the level of desire and delight rose. `My member feels as if it is on fire,' Calkin thought to himself, `and there is one place I can quench its heat,' he reached for and found the slim stiff boymember that pulsed between Drake's legs and his hand slid down and then around to the wet pucker, all the time the sensations of the silky satiny boyflesh was making his own skin and body tingle more so than ever before. Drake moaned as the scorching hands of Calkin's explorations send tingling itches rumbling through him. `Calkin is so strong and hot today,' he told himself. Calkin's forceful pushing made Drake lie back and spread his legs, Calkin felt the heat emanating from the hidden pucker. Drake sighed and as Calkin moved to position himself between the spread eagled legs he caught the first whiff of Calkin's odour, the scent was heavy and filled with a new taint; one redolent with the sensual musk he had experienced from the many men who had used his orifices. As Calkin's throbbing member gained entrance Drake tensed as the sensation as the spongy tube slid inside him rubbed at his outer lips, the tingles inside were further excited and he inhaled another heady dose of Calkin's lust-ridden aroma. Drake felt his senses swirling, it seemed so mcu was happing to him that he could not manage his reactions. Calkin himself felt a power as never before, he was dominant and demanding, his young organ a powerful lance and he thrust hard and deep. "Never has your quim felt so tight, so good and so, so right," Calkin murmured in Drake's ear as he lay atop the boy, his full length inserted in the boys cradle. Calkin moved to kiss Drake, their lips touching sent a further surge of raging passion arise inside him and Drake felt a similar want, a need heat up within him. `This is so different this time,' he thought as the penetrating organ played against his passion nub, roasting it with its urgent need. Calkin moaned against Drakes' lips as the squirming clutch around his engorged rod tightened and squeezed him, instinctively he rammed back, the two entwined bodies reacting to writhe and squeeze at each other to receive and saviour the joint pleasures. Calkin thrust deeper and harder and then something clicked into place inside his head. `I want to pleasure him,' he thought, `make him feel good,' too often the men had just taken their pleasure, the Captain could be a hard lover in that respect also, Calkin had undergone many a frenzied fuck at the Captians' behest. `I don't want that with Drake,' he said to himself, `I want, I want,' his young member made the decision for him, his groin responding and in the heat of lust Calkin held back, tensed and started to ride Drake, making the boy body beneath him quiver and shake and all the time the pleasure he received both from the physical reaction of Drake's body and his mental appreciation of how Drake was reacting sent his head into a whirl of positive happiness. "Cakkin! Oh! Oh! Oh! Calkin!" Drake trembled and shook crying aloud as suddenly he was shaken and turned inside out by the wonderful heated delight that tingled and rose and finally overwhelmed him. He saw the night stars glitter and the universe expand in a way he had never seen or experienced before. The brilliant comets and suns and shooting stars that glittered heavenly across his eyes as his body tingled and flared with increasing power and joyous ecstasy made his cling hard at Calkin, sensing the oklder youths' own joys as Calkin felt that particular tension inside his sperming spheres. "Fuck what's abroad?" he cried out as the tingle inside him blossomed and for the first time experienced the manly joys of sperms rocketing upwards from inside him. End of Part Six To Be Continued...?????????????????????????????????????????????? (A life on the rolling `deck' eh? Or have we beached and gone aground? Do I maroon this story here or should I set sail once more? Ahoy Me Hearties! It be time to send me a signal if you do want more and really want me to continue this story then you have to `man up the mast' and tell me or this could really be the end. 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