Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2000 14:43:19 -0800 (PST) From: Brew Maxwell Subject: First Mate, Chap. 8 Disclaimer: This story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. It contains graphic descriptions of sex between and among young adult men, and anyone who finds this subject matter objectionable, or who is not of legal age in his or her political jurisdiction to read such material, must leave immediately. This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive for the amusement and entertainment or readers. It may not be posted or reprinted in any other medium without the written consent of its author. Comments are always welcome. First Mate Chapter 8 Pirates of the Caribbean Rick returned around two, and he and I started kissing before he had time to take his clothes off. I got rock hard immediately. "This is a fun group, don't you think," I asked him. "Yeah. Those kids are cute. But not as cute as you." He grinned, and, of course, that made me grin, too. "What did you think of that snake," I asked. "I've had guys catch them before," he replied. "It's probably illegal to bring them into the United States, but nobody ever says anything. That's what's great about Key West: live and let live." We moved over to one of the large lounge chairs, and we continued necking. Rick seemed to be really horny, but he wanted to pleasure me, not receive pleasure in return. I, of course, let him have his way. He played with my hard-on, stroking it and caressing it. I leaked precum, as usual, and he finally jerked me off to the point of climax. I came hard, but I didn't allow myself to shoot. "Damn, I've got to learn how to do that," he said in obvious admiration of that talent. I once again explained how I did it. "You need to practice. Let me jerk you off." As I was preparing to undress my man and work on his cock, a motor boat came up to us on the island side. Rick jumped up to see who it was. I stayed put, still naked, still very hard, and still dripping. I heard the sound of voices but couldn't hear what was being said. In a few seconds, Rick climbed onto the mid-deck with his arms raised, followed by three men. The one immediately behind Rick had a gun in Rick's back. I jumped up. "Back off," the one with the gun said. "Do what he says, Kevin," Rick said. I knew Rick was nervous and scared just from the tone of his voice. "What the fuck's going on," I said. I stood there shamelessly, still hard. "They're hijacking the boat," Rick said. "We're borrowing the fucking boat, man," the gunman said. "You'll get it back." The three men all appeared to be in the mid- to late-twenties. All of them were scruffy and dirty looking, and there was an apparent physical resemblance among them. "Well, will you look at this," one of the others said, in reference to me and my boner. "Did we distrub you honeys in a little afternoon delight." The other two laughed. "Yeah, motherfucker..." "Kevin!" Rick's voice was sharp. He obviously wanted me to shut up. After all, he was the one with the gun in his back, and I certainly didn't want to say or do anything to piss the gunman off. "Tie his ass up to that mast," the gunman barked. "We've got to get out of here as fast as we can." The two assistant thugs grabbed me and tied my hands together over my head to the main mast. The other man barked orders to the two younger guys and to Rick, and, before long, we were motoring out to the open sea from the Jamaica harbor. Their boat was tied to the stern of ours, and we pulled it along behind. While we were chugging out of the harbor, the two younger guys turned their attention to me. The gunman, meanwhile, had Rick in the wheelhouse to make sure he didn't notify authorities or otherwise fuck up their plan. My cock had gone soft within a few minutes of their coming aboard, but the head was still wet with precum under my foreskin. A long strand of the stuff leaked out and dangled down in front of me. "That's a mighty nice looking cock for a faggot boy," the youngest-looking one said. "You think so," I replied. "Yeah." He came up really close to me and started rubbing his hands up and down my stomach and chest. He played with my nipple rings for a few seconds; then he reached down and pulled the skin back on my cock. "You want to suck it," I asked. I didn't know where this brazenness on my part was coming from, but I had a sense that that was exactly what he wanted. Instead of answering me, he slapped me hard on my ass. "Yes, he does," the other one responded. "Don't you, Charlie?" "Not any more than you do, asshole," Charlie said to the other guy. "You're right, bro. The difference is, I ain't ashamed to admit it." "Fuck you, Tom." "He'd like to do that, too," Tom said to me. "In fact, he has. Many times." "Are you guys brothers," I asked. Tom nodded. "Unfortunately." "What's this all about, man," I asked Tom. He was decidedly the more friendly of the two. "Well, let's just say it's a little drug run, and leave it at that. No need for you to know too much." "He don't need to know that much, fuckhead," Charlie said. "Why don't you shut the fuck up?" "Why don't you just go ahead and suck his cock," Tom said. "You know you want to. Look at that bone in your jeans." Charlie looked down at the crotch of his greasy jeans, and, indeed, there was a substantial bulge. He got down in front of me and took my dick into his mouth. I did everything in my power not to get hard, and I was able to make him work on me for at least ten minutes before I finally thought, what the hell, and gave into the sensations he was causing. He was actually a pretty good cocksucker, and I boned up. "Well, goddamn, man. That took you fucking long enough," Charlie said, coming up for air. "Now I want to taste that sweet cum of yours." He went back to work on me. He also pulled out his own dick and started stroking it as he sucked me. He kept it up for another few minutes, and I could feel my orgasm growing deep inside of me. Charlie rubbed the cheeks of my butt and even inserted a finger into my asshole. I made a big show of moaning and saying shit like, "Oh, yeah. Finger-fuck my tight boy-hole." and "Oh, suck my boy-cream out of me, stud." The patter, plus my thrusting into his throat and his own work on his cock, made Charlie come. "I'm there, too, man," I screamed, and I had a stupendous orgasm. But I didn't shoot a drop. There was no way this asshole was getting any of me. Charlie didn't notice the lack of semen at first. When he did, he said, "I thought I made you come, man." "I had an orgasm, if that's what you mean. But you're never getting my cum, dude." "What the fuck are you talking about? You came but you didn't shoot cum? That's not possible." "Yes, it is possible, and you just saw it," I said. About that time Tom came back with a bottle of tequila in his hand. The cap was missing, and he took a pretty good swig. "This fucker just came without shooting a load, man. You ever hear of anything like that?" Tom shook his head no. Charlie noticed the bottle and grabbed for it. Tom teased him like he wasn't going to give it to him, but finally he relented. Charlie up-ended the bottle and made it bubble with a gigantic swig. His cock was still hanging out of the fly of his jeans, and he was still oozing cum. About that time the gunman and Rick came out on deck. The gunman looked at Charlie in a disgusted way. "Gimme that fucking bottle. And put your fucking cock away." His tone was harsh but not angry. I assumed he would throw the bottle overboard, but, instead, he up-ended it, too. "Turn him loose. He's gotta help get the sails up." He was talking about me, of course. I was still about half-hard, and it was obvious my cock had been in somebody's mouth. They untied me, and Rick and I went about our business of setting the sails. I knew Rick had the boat on autopilot, and he and the gunman stayed out on deck with us. "We might as well all get comfortable," the gunman said. "This is gonna take until tomorrow morning, at least. But I want to assure you guys we don't mean y'all no harm." I guess I was relieved by that, but I really didn't know what to make of the situation. It soon became evident that the gunman, who had actually put his gun away by that point, was named Jerry, and he was the older brother of Tom and Charlie. They were smugglers, and they routinely hijacked boats like ours to meet up with their suppliers. They had several suitcases of money, and they expected to garner a large cache of cocaine. The brothers continued drinking the rest of the afternoon. I was still naked, and I could tell Rick was trying his best to figure out a way to get us out of this before they got amorous and wanted to rape me. The brothers took their shirts off, and all three had crude tattoos all over their upper bodies. They all smoked, and they gave Rick and me cigarettes when we asked for them. All things considered, they were a pretty friendly lot. As the afternoon wore on, they got drunker and drunker, all except Jerry. He took a drink now and then, but he didn't allow himself to over indulge. We were all sitting on the middle deck under a large umbrella. "This is fucking boring," Charlie said, "and I'm hot." He stood up and took off his jeans. He had on a wornout pair of briefs that were starting to separate from the waist band. He started rubbing his cock through the briefs. Then he said, "Come here, kid. Rub my cock for me." I hesitated and looked at Rick. He nodded that I'd better do as the guy asked. I started rubbing his cock, and it got hard almost immediately. He reached for mine and started rubbing it to make it hard, too. He raised his ass off the chair and slipped his briefs off. His cock was cut and no more than five inches long. He looked at me for approval, and I smiled. Shit, I thought his cock was very ordinary, smallish, even, but I knew he wanted approval. He stood up, and I thought he wanted me to suck his dick. He surprised me, though, by getting me up and onto my knees facing the chair. He got down behind me and started rubbing my butt. "I want to fuck you prissy little ass, bitch. You want that, don't you? You want old Charlie's he-man cock up your chute, don't you?" "Yeah, Charlie. Fuck me, man. Give my that hot, hard man-cock of yours." I hated myself for saying that trite shit, but I figured Charlie might be dumb enough to believe me. Charlie got on all fours and started licking my asshole. He had obviously done that before, and it really felt good. "You got any lube," Tom asked Rick. Rick got a tube of KY out of the drawer of the bar and tossed it to Charlie. Charlie squirted some into my ass and, I assume, put some on his cock. I really didn't need that with a small cock like his, but it would make the whole thing smoother. Charlie entered me in one long lunge. "Damn, man, your ass is as loose as a pussy," Charlie said. I tightened my ass muscles a little. "That's better, man. Now I can feel that tight boy-cunt on my dick." Charlie was a better cocksucker than he was an assfucker. He built up a head of steam real fast, but I wasn't getting much prostate contact. I decided to make him come, so I clenched down on his dick with my ass muscles and started fucking him back. He didn't last long when I did that, and he came inside me in a matter of seconds. "Shit," he said in mock disgust. "I came too fucking fast." He deflated fast, too, and his cock was soon too soft to stay inside me. "Same old Charlie. In and out, in and out, and bang!" Jerry laughed when Tom said that. It seemed to make Charlie angry, but all he did was sneer at his brothers. "Come here, Kevin," Tom said. I walked over to him. "Let me take care of this for you." He took my penis into his hand and started stroking it. Then he popped it into his mouth and started sucking. Tom took his cock out of the fly of his jeans and stroked it. I got down on the deck and pulled him into the sixty-nine position. I took his cock, not much larger than Charlie's, into my mouth. It had a kind of funky taste, but it wasn't bad. Tom worked his tongue under my foreskin and gently licked the head of my cock, just the way I like it. I moaned involuntarily. Tom started thrusting into my mouth, and I was able to take every inch of him without even having to swallow. At that point Jerry finally got into the act and stuck his cock into my ass. It wasn't easy, but I managed to get a decent rhythm going. It felt pretty good getting it at both ends. Tom came fairly quickly, and part of his load leaked out of the side of my mouth onto the deck. I swallowed most of it, though, and he seemed pleased that I did. He continued sucking me while Jerry plowed my ass. Jerry had the biggest cock of the three of them, and he was making my insides feel really good. This guy knew what he was doing, and he kept steady pressure on my sweet spot the whole time he was in me. He announced his imminent orgasm. When he came, the jerking made me come, too, but again I didn't shoot. "Goddamn, that was good," Jerry said. "Yeah, for you, maybe, but he still didn't shoot his load," Tom said. "Can you shoot, Kevin? You certainly look like you're old enough to," Jerry asked. "Yeah, I can shoot," I said. "I just choose not to, sometimes." "Why," Tom asked, incredulous. "Cause that way I can last a whole lot longer, and each orgasm gets harder and longer." "Can you make him shoot," Jerry asked Rick. "Sometimes," Rick said. "I jerked him off right before y'all came on board, but he didn't shoot that time." "See if you can make him shoot," Jerry said to Rick. I walked over and stood in front of Rick. I planned to shoot in just a few seconds for Rick. He took my cock into his hand and slowly jerked it. After eight or ten strokes, I made myself orgasm, and I shot a huge load all over the deck. Rick asked if anybody else was getting hungry, and they all said they were. Rick and I went into the galley to get something to cook. "Neither Tom nor Charlie has a gun," I whispered. "I know. I've been thinking about how we might overwhelm them. You notice Jerry isn't drinking much." "After we eat, I'll see if I can get him naked," I whispered. "Then maybe you can get his gun." "Give it a try," Rick said. He gave me a quick kiss and a tweak on my right nipple. My cock responded and stretched out to its full soft length. The guys noticed my cock when we went back on deck, and Charlie even touched it. Rick cooked steaks while I got the rest of the meal out. After dinner, we moved back onto the mat on the rear deck. Rick made after-dinner drinks for everybody, and I know he put a very healthy slug of bourbon in Jerry's coke. I sat next to Jerry and put my hand on his thigh. He was obviously content, and he just smiled at me. Charlie and Tom were so drunk they could barely keep their eyes open. I put my hand on Jerry's chest and started rubbing his nipple. "You trying to seduce me or something, Kevin," he asked in a relaxed tone of voice. "Something like that. You're a hell of a lot better than those two, and I doubt either one of them could get it up right now." Jerry chuckled. He put his arm around me and kissed me. I kissed him back as passionately as I knew how, and I started rubbing his cock through his jeans. We played with each other for a long time. When we had both been to the edge and back a few times, I whispered that I wanted his ass. He looked at his brothers, and both of them were asleep. Rick appeared to be dozing in his chair. "Okay, baby," he said. "I'll let you fuck me." He stood up, and I helped him undo his belt and buttons. He wasn't wearing underwear, and he had already taken his shoes and socks off. In a few seconds, he was naked and very, very aroused. I bent him over with his elbows propped on the table behind us. That meant he was facing away from Rick, and his pants, with the gun in the back pocket, were between us and Rick. I got down behind him and started tonguing his asshole. He really liked that, and I could see that his eyes were closed as I worked on him. I sensed movement behind me. It was Rick, of course, getting the gun out of Jerry's pocket. While I continued to suck ass, Rick moved quickly to tie up Charlie and Tom. Neither one truly woke up while he was doing it. He also took Tom's jeans and underwear off, so both of them were naked. When he was through with that task, Rick motioned for me to enter Jerry. I did so slowly and deliberately, and then I started fucking in and out. Jerry really got into it, and I figured he wouldn't last very long. He didn't, and I decided to reward his stupidity with a load of cum up his ass. When we had finished and had settled down, I pulled my cock out of him, and he turned to kiss me. I stepped back just then, though, and Rick faced him with his gun. "Aw, fuck," Jerry said, with true disgust. "How could I be so fucking stupid?" "I don't know, man, but you're a hell of a good lay." Rick laughed when I said that, but Jerry didn't even smile. "Tie him up," Rick told me, and I jumped into action. "What are you gonna do to us," Jerry asked, the fear in his voice rather obvious. "You'll see," Rick said. He led Jerry, naked and tied, to the ladder that led down to the lower deck where their boat was tied. He went down the ladder after Jerry and made him get into his boat. Rick took the spark plug out of the engine and tossed it overboard. Then he lashed Jerry's hands to the rail. "Stay put," Rick said. Rick and I then struggled with the other two to get them on their feet and down the ladder. Neither man knew what was going on, and neither one was particularly uncooperative. They were just simply too drunk to put up any resistance, even when we lashed them to the rail. Once all three were in their boat, Rick tossed their suitcases of money in with them and untied their boat from ours. "Night, boys," he said. I laughed. "Thanks for the sex, guys. I hope you meet up with your friends." Jerry cursed up a storm as we pulled away from them. Rick and I hauled in the sails and he fired up the engine so we could get back to Jamaica. When we got into port, I got dressed for the first time in several days and went with Rick to pick up our passengers. We told them all about our adventure, and the kids were supremely pissed they had missed it. Rick cancelled the next two months of trips, fearing Jerry and Tom and Charlie would be looking for us. That gave us time to get to know one another in a new and different way. The End, Maybe