Date: Sat, 27 Mar 2010 20:26:04 +0000
From: Robbie Robot <lostinspace1966@live.com>
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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