Date: Sat, 17 Jan 2009 17:28:08 +0100 From: dggb aebuew Subject: Titanic Tarzan part 7 This is a work of fiction and contains explicit gay graphic sex. If you are not of age (a minor) or are offended by these kinds of stories: PLEASE DO NOT READ ON! Copyright by Horny_jake16@hotmail.com Titanic Tarzan Part 7 A prostitute's life is both as glamorous and as dirty as it gets. What job is more treasured than the one delivered by a whore? And in what occupation are you as badly treated for it? Selling sex was as much a rape of Jake's inner feelings as it was a sensation to his body. Despite the fact that Jake hadn't spent much time alone lately he was feeling very lonely, he wasn't tired of sex though, to the appreciation of his bodyguards Ben and Steve, but there was something else missing. Steve came with breakfast on a plate and placed it in front of Jake. There were several bananas of course, but also the less sexually explicit scrambled eggs, and a cup of juice. Jake played around with the biggest of the bananas, masturbating it while Ben and Steve gazed at him with open mouths. This was just too good to be true. Usually young guys like Jake would get tired of sex and Ben and Steve would have to beg their boyfriends to do something sexual with them. Jake, however, needed no pleading. It all came naturally to him; he was the perfect boy toy! No reason, denying it, most relationships, both gay and straight ones, break up because one person, usually the one being penetrated can't satisfy "the top's" lust appropriately. Sex is important for real men, any boy pussies that don't understand that is out of the game. After showering and perfuming himself fittingly, Jake put one his new uniform, the old one had, as mentioned before, been ripped apart by the yearning of the muscle man Hans Guggenheim's massive dick. Jake made a mental note to tell Hans that he didn't need to rip apart his uniform to penetrate him; it was actually designed with a hole, so it was just for Jake to bend over. The new one was delivered by a servant of the Captain this morning, with a note stating his horniness for Jake. Jake reported to the captain's chamber, and this time the Grand Cabin door was opened by the almost naked Captain himself. His chest was hairy and he was bigger and manlier than ever, and larger than Ben. This was a real man that had fought his way through life; the luxury of the Titanic wasn't something he was born with. Bulging a morning wood the Captain had problems talking about anything other than sex. "Good morning pussy hole" he uttered before his mind understood what he'd just said. "Good morning wood to you to" I replied in a smart fashion. "Eh, well, eh, yeah, you see, I can't help it" he just babbled still in his masculine dark tone. "I know, well what did you want to talk to me about?" I kept on saying. Teasing him, because I understood completely well what he ached for. Amused by my own ability to put this man in such an awkward position, I couldn't help but to keep on taunting him. "Ehmm, yeah the, eh the, the special missions. It's a couple of things, eh well sex, I want you to do to me, eh no, for me I mean do, yes... well just please some friends of me and do some spying on some important men." I couldn't stand it any longer. "Captain, as of now, I think there's a much bigger problem that needs my attention. You obviously can't concentrate on anything other than putting your cock somewhere. Let me just first take care of it and then you can speak more freely". As if lightning had struck him, the Captain's facial expressions changed immediately. A darker and hornier aspect came upon him. "Go to work, then, baby" he said horny, now standing proud and tall with his boner in his white boxers, as a tent, thighs spread apart, both hands firmly placed on his hips. His muscle body was ready for some tender teen massage. After some sensual stroking, his seamen came flying up, hitting my cute little face. I licked my mouth when the Captain lifted me up and kissed and licked his own cum away, finally he kissed me on my lips giving my mouth all of the man juice he had gathered. He enfolded my slim teenage body into his manly chest, just holding me close. "I love you, baby, I'm always hard when I think of you." His dark voice just whispered. "I know. I love you too" I said, not faking it for a second. Yet I was surprised by my own response. "Really?" he said astounded. "Yes" I said. That something missing was now found, I felt complete. Seconds later, I broke the love moment by stating the reality. "But, Captain, you of all men should know, I'm a slut, a whore, I can't be solely yours." "I know, baby, just, well, just let big daddy handle this. Don't you think about it anymore for now, satisfy your customers and be slutty, and I'll take care of this." An hour later I was once again outside the Grand Cabin doors, as I had disposed of my bodyguards earlier, I had to walk alone to my cabin. I was feeble as the Captain had fucked me three times in a row, and cummed, after I told him I loved him too. His body was in a state of sensation. I was sent on a special mission, walking through a passageway when two of Clark and James' bodyguards assaulted me from behind. I barely saw my attackers before I was struck to the ground. My arms were held hard against my back, as I whimpered out small girly sounds. The stronger of the two strapped some black fabric around my mouth, also covering my eyes, but generously letting my nose stay uncovered. He lifted me onto his back and carried me away for what seemed like an eternity. I tried to resist, but he was too strong. I remember having noticed especially these two bodyguards earlier, because they had constantly been hard, leaking precum. A slut like me can't fail to become aware of horny men around me, its part of my gear. Anyways, what I am getting to is that they were both cock hard in their pants, like dogs with hard-ons. Trying to resist their bodies' long for a guyfuck, they kept on going, still carrying me restlessly and treating me badly. I felt being brought further down in the ship and at sometimes I even detected a fall in elevation, such as in stairs. But my senses had still not fully returned to me after the brutal assault. As my man walked, his cock slapped my severe thighs through the thin and almost transparent clothing. His precum made small spots of trace on the fine fabric, but naturally my body fell into place around his body so that his cock's rhythm fitted better with mine. If you've ever been carried by a fully erect man, you'll know what I am talking about. His body does it to him, and as any real man he has to respond to his dick's wishes to some extent. That moment came upon him the very next instant. He deliberately let his tent of a cock in his trousers hit my tender spots. Eventually finding my G spot, my place of infinite sensation. Men, whether or not fucking slutty boys like me or less feminine types, take good care to touch and feel the bottoms' G spot. It turns us on and will eventually award your stone hard man meat. So he kept fucking me with all clothes on, just hitting his dick's head onto my frail crouch. I couldn't help but to moan. I mean don't think I wasn't scared or nervous, and I am not a total slut, men! Or am I? Well anyway it was beyond what a mind could handle, I was without choice. It was nature. He suddenly stopped. Pulled down his black pants along with his white boxers. Revealed his hairy cock to the world, and forcefully bended me over. I was struck by a slutty sensation. Maybe getting fucked by this guy would be a way of escape. His cock found its into my weak bubble butt, entering my boy pussy and fucking me raw and bare. His comrade was in awe, just wanking his meat furiously to the fucking of my beautiful teenage body. "How...old...are... you?" my fucker man asked me in between his `ins and outs'. I was unable to answer, just whimpering something so as to let him know he needed to untie the fabric covering my mouth. He was too much into the fuck to understand what I meant. My whimpering had just made him more fuck-wanting. He kept on talking. "Your body is such a beauty; if I had been rich I would have bought you and treated you as a princess" he whispered the last part. "I have him" I thought. Suddenly his hairy cock shot seamen into my soar arse. Letting it spill out back on his cock. I squeezed his seamen out of his cock with my small butt muscles, some men love it, and some men despise it. He loved it, as I had speculated earlier. By now, I had become a good judge of character, particularly regarding men and their sexual likes and dislikes. The wanker also came. And like that he just lifted me again and walked. This time, I was put off in a small compartment maybe five minutes later. With only one door out I was trapped alone in the dark. As I had time to let my mind wander while I waited for my assaulters to return I began thinking of Clark and James and if they were part of this or if it was only two horny bodyguards going loose without restraint. It was hard to say, time would show, wouldn't it? Tired of the happenings of this morning, I fell asleep. I dreamt of hairy bananas. I woke up finding a long string of pubic hair in my mouth. Eeew! The price, I guess, I pay for sucking off so many real men's cocks! The door to my prison room was opened by a dark figure standing in the doorway. I could barely make out the outlines of his body in my mind, recognizing him immediately, before I was hit to the ground hard. "Mark?!" I asked in shock, as dirt found its way into my mouth and something even dirtier entered my boy hole. A prostitute's life is filthy indeed. To be continued... Please tell me how you felt when you read this story. Any comments, suggestions or negative remarks will all be equally and gratefully accepted, since I in fact do this for all of you guys out there! Loads of kisses from Jake (Horny_jake16@hotmail.com)