Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2009 14:15:54 +0100
From: dggb aebuew <horny_jake16@hotmail.com>
Subject: Titanic-Tarzan part 8

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 8

A fall in grace might not be so bad, at least not for the young and
beautiful. I was surely taken aback by the man in the doorway, in both
senses. Oh, and yes it was Mark, the person in charge of hiring all us
`pleasures' whether royal or common, who came in through the door.

I wasn't upset by being assaulted by some horny men, but when I identified
Mark as being part of it I was alarmed. I immediately thought he was just
in for a fuck, as he had promised me he would do a few days earlier, but I
soon realized it must be a much bigger scheme.

It was, but, first back to me facing the dirt, ass up in the air.

"Cutie, remember how I said I would be coming for you one day?" Mark's
masculine voice uttered.

Still being tied up and unable to reply, I did my best with some noises of
approval. It worked.

"Well, baby, here I come!" he continued.

As his cock broke through into me, I kept making more noises, as if to tell
him I had something to tell him.

It worked. At a fast pace he slide out of me. Fucking is so much better
when all people involved are willing. Think about that for a second, guys.

"Now if you're gonna say something bad to me, I'll fucking hit your sweet
n' beautiful butt. And we wouldn't want that would we?"

I nodded in response.

He untied the fabric covering my mouth.

I let out a long moan.

"Aaaahhhhmmmmmmh!"

I realized how sexy Mark actually was, his well muscled body, beautiful
face and nice bulge. My kind of man, totally. He was raw and real, and very
macho.

"Now are you ready to get ass fucked, baby?"

"Aaah" I kept on,"I so am, but I'd feel better being completely naked,
could you undress me?"

If you've ever asked a man to undress a beautiful teenage prince, you know
that he can't resist doing it. Feeling the smooth young body, revealing its
true form. Touching the fresh and clean skin and feeling the hot n' warm
sexiness being there just for you.

"Anything for you, baby" Mark said.

"I love this guy" I thought.

Mark completely undressed me, at the end he held my thin lingerie in his
hand, feeling it and smelling it up. I was all naked, and a little shy
about it.

Mark on the other hand was all dressed up.

"My cock has longed for you since you first sucked me off, I have been so
jealous seeing you and other men together. That's changing though..."

I didn't fully grasp his words; I just let myself fall in his arms. Kissing
his neck with passion, letting out small sobs and whines.

"Let's undress you too, sexy man!" I whispered in his ear, while feeling
him up. Making him hard for me. Making him wanting me.

"Cutie, I didn't think you would be so easy, I was in for raping you! He
laughed.

"But I like it better this way" he hastily added.

"Let's go somewhere more comfortable" he said, still fully dressed.

He showed the way out of the dirty room. Outside a group of men were
peeking at us, making mocking sounds when I came out of the room nude,
accompanied by Mark.

"Looks like you got yourself a little treat before the mutiny" one
obviously horny fella said.

I realized that Mark must be the leader of this company of men, planning a
mutiny on the Titanic. Surprisingly I didn't care anything about the mutiny
or whatever, politics or stuff like that had never interested me. I knew I
would always be fine; there would always be a leader to take me as his love
and sex affair. "Gosh, what am I becoming!?" My consciousness shot in, but
I knew it was all true.

"Oh, a man gotta have what his heart and cock desires, before being able to
lead other men out into the night!" My Mark replied, obviously quoting
someone famous.

"True, true!" they all replied harshly.

I smiled, as mark shoved me into another room, obviously scared that the
other men would want a piece of the cake, or maybe the cherry on top, if I
stayed any longer naked in that room. Wise decision I was to find out.

We entered a scarcely decorated room. Just the bare necessities were there:
a bed, a table and a chair. The bed was small and only meant for one
person.

I felt more comfortable here.  Mark too, it was more love involved
somehow. I guess a dirty floor doesn't really do the trick, right? He was
so totally my kind of man, I was in awe. He was rough and true, good in his
heart yet on the surface you wouldn't see it. He had that dark side image,
which was also ever-present lurking in the background of his soul. He's the
kind of man you'll never know the next move of, but at least in one asset
he was predictable as men in general.

When Mark closed the door, I turned around facing him. Smiled my sly,
sensual smile and slowly approached him.

He just stood still, and let me do the work. I kept feeling his body up,
flexing my own smooth, hairless body around him. I exposed my round bubble
butt and danced around him bending and turning my firm body to his
pleasure. Oh how I had longed for such a fuck.

Mark was dumfounded and powerless in front of me. I thought about using it
to my advantage, running away, but something told me to stay. This plot and
everything wasn't my thing.

I started undressing him in a slow yet sexy way. He was very tense and so I
kissed his naked muscular chest. The contrast of his working man's body and
my upper class smoothness turned him on. I whispered moans in his ear.

"Flex for me, man, show your babe what you've got" I smiled while eyeing
him.

I spent the whole night flirting with Mark. We finally slept together, and
he fucked me endlessly. Me lying on his hard and muscled body. Mark must be
about thirty I guessed, a man in his best years. He was eager and
enthusiastic (as was his cock), telling me how unfair the captain was. I
felt sympathy with him and the other hard workers, apparently the captain
had tricked a lot of the workers into bad deals and contracts.

It was amazing to be penetrated by a man with so many ideals, I had to
agree my image of him in the beginning as another horny man, was entirely
wrong. Well not entirely wrong, he was still rock hard inside me when he
told me his vivid tales and ideas. So many thoughts and concepts I'd never
heard of, of fairness and equality for all human beings.

Then he focused back on the Titanic and how he wanted to employ some of
those concepts onto this boat. Their plan was to overthrow the current
captain and put Mark in charge of the boat, heading instead to some
tropical island, already on the boat creating an equal paradise. But, they
had to be patient and wait, there were so many people involved. He reckoned
maybe one third of the passengers had bought the tickets just after hearing
of the plan.

I was fully lost in my hard Mark's philosophy, when I realized that
everyone would never be equal. If Mark was leading us, he would be above
the rest of us, not the same as us, and as long as some people had
influence and affluence through power or possessions -- or even through
beauty or sex appeal, no such concept could be fully employed.

I held my mouth closed, though, except for the occasional kissing or
sucking of his man cock. How juicy it was, his cock's taste was so vibrant
-- different from that of people my age. I assume his revolutionary
thoughts were present in there as well.

As of recently my knowledge of the male body had increased rapidly. As a
poor boy I had of course been raped a couple of times, and even voluntarily
been fucked, but not at all as to the extent the last couple of days had
let me experience.

Mark had fallen asleep, still with his stone hard member inside me. I was
in riding position, when I started touching his dirty and hairy balls which
were packed together with my smooth, hairless and clean butt. I became
conscious of the lack of attention I had given balls on men on the
Titanic. I had only, I thought, been occupied with size and muscles. I took
one of his balls in each hand, getting a good grip, squeezing them in a
gentle manner. They were big and still full of juice, it was like massage
for my mind. Mark moaned in his sleep. I kept on clutching them hard and
soft. Pushing them up my ass close to his shaft. Moving them apart and
seizing them again. I forgot all about my issues and worries, I just kept
on pressing them with my hands, kindly tightening and then releasing my
clutch of them, completely losing track of time.

The next morning I awoke along with Mark's cock, we literally rose
together. Me in a sitting position on his hips, whilst his cock pushed me
upward.

Mark wasn't awake so I reckoned it was only his morning wood showing signs
of life. I calmly glided forward a little, taking his durable dick with
me. Then I let go of the pressure and relieved his cock. I went backwards a
bit, again adding force on his limb. His appendage gradually rose higher
and further into me. Then he hit a stressed spot and my boy pussy reacted
with tightening the hole. He woke up and I moaned as he was grasping for
air himself.

"What a wake-up call, honey!" he articulated when he had swallowed an
adequate amount of air.

Mark's cock still shot loads of cum into me. I turned frail, as I always do
after getting fucked and just fell onto his chest interlocking lips with
him. I felt so warm and dizzy. Luckily his strength took me like a feather
and took control of the situation. Just holding his arms around me, kissing
my body.

Mark was still in bed when I came out of the bathroom next door. I had put
on my string, but put on the rest of my uniform as I just stood there
smiling to him in bed.

"God, how sick I was of love," I thought "but love seems to be sort
interconnected with sex somehow".

"No shit, Sherlock" another part of my mind entered the reflection, "love
is your body's way of making sure you will help give birth to a
child". Then my original thought sequence shot in again, this time with a
question.

"How come, I'm gay then?"

"Too many profound thoughts, too early in the morning" I found myself
thinking aloud.

Mark kept smiling. I couldn't believe it was the same Mark I'd sucked of
earlier in the very beginning of this long adventure.

"Well, anyways, I'm heading back to the Captain now." I said

Mark got a worried look on his face.

"It's not like you can keep me here." I kept on.

"But here's how it's going to be, I will not help you or the resistance,
even though my sympathy lies with you for the time being. However, that
doesn't mean I'll tell my captain about you guys and your plot. I am
neutral, at least for now, and that's a final decision."

"Waow, you're right, too early in the morning!" he answered mockingly.

"I like guys with brains." He said. "You are really unique, has anyone ever
told you that?" he quickly said smilingly.

I wasn't too sure about just that -- both `thats', that is. After all, I
was just a poor boy with a pleasing appearance.

I reported to my Captain's bed with refreshed hope and enthusiasm, some of
which lasted all day long.

To be continued...

Note from the author:

Please tell me how you felt when you read this story (I am very grateful
for everyone writing how horny they felt, I love that. It makes me feel
good myself, and it's better than nothing, but something more please...).

Maybe you can even influence where the story is going? Anyways, any
comments, suggestions or negative remarks you might have will also 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)