Date: Mon, 7 Sep 2015 13:22:35 -0400
From: Neal Down <boysub33@hotmail.com>
Subject: Horniest Catch - Part 6

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Horniest Catch -- Part 6


We finally called it a night, and hit the galley for some much needed food.
Mr. Matthews and Smitty already had dinner, and the captain was in his
wheelhouse cabin getting some shut eye, with Smitty piloting the boat.
Luke, Brandon, Manny and I all ate ravenously, as the long day of hard work
built up our appetites.  "Damn, we put in a great first day," said Luke.
"We've never landed this much lobster our first day out before."  Brandon
patted the top of my head and said "Maybe Chris here is our lucky charm"
and smiled broadly.


Manny chuckled and said "I think Chrissy here already got lucky this
morning.  I went to stow my clothes in the bunk room, and all I could hear
was him gagging and moaning like crazy. It sounded like he knows how to
swallow a cock."  Luke puffed out his chest.  "I know how hard you men work
out here on the water.  Nothing better when we have some down time than a
hungry cocksucker. Chrissy, clean up and head down to the bunkroom.  We men
will be there an a bit."

Red faced, I silently stood and slid past Manny to exit the galley.  Manny
grabbed both my ass cheeks and squeezed.  "Luke, you promised me this
season you'd find a faggot with some ass.  It looks like you succeeded."
Luke laughed and said "Not only does this sissy have cakes like a girl,
he's just been fucked for the first time.  That's new pussy there,
gentlemen.  Chrissy, get steppin" Luke gave my ass cheeks a dismissive
backhand spank as I scurried out of the galley to shower and get ready.


I showered and entered the bunkroom, surprised to see only Brandon there,
sprawled out on the bottom bunk, in just a pair of loose fitting boxers,
holding an Ipad up to his face.  "Ok cocksucker, get down here and suck me
off.  I haven't gotten off in a few days and need to unload."  I knelt and
pulled down his underwear, and gasped.  Brandon's cock was gorgeous, a
thick eight incher, perfectly shaped, with a big mushroom head.  "You like
that, Chrissy?" he asked huskily. "Get to sucking, and don't come off that
big cock till I'm done with you."  I quickly plunged my hungry mouth down
his shaft, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from this horny surfer stud.  "Oh
fuck yeah, you do have a pussy mouth," he groaned, and he held the Ipad in
one hand and grabbed the top of my head with the other.

 Brandon was watching a straight porno, and it sounded like the girl in it
was getting pounded by a huge dick.  I was going crazy on his beautiful
cock, my mouth formed in an O to create the mouth pussy that this young
stud clearly enjoys.  "Gimme that throat, cocksucker.  Oh yeah, I'm gonna
nut your hot mouth, bitch, here it comes."  Brandon wrapped both hands
around my head and pushed his hips off the bunk, impaling me onto his
spurting dick.  The first three shots deposited right down my gullet, and
he then pulled back a few inches, allowing my hungry mouth to fill up with
his seed.  Brandon rested his cock in my mouth for a few minutes as he came
down from his orgasm.

"Wow, Chris, you give some great dome," Brandon said as he withdrew his
softening cock from my mouth, pausing to rub his cockhead on my lips.
"That's one of the best blowjobs I've ever had.  Most girls get overwhelmed
by my size and the huge loads I shoot."  I looked up at this hot stud and
swallowed.  "Thank you for letting me blow you, Brandon.  I think you're
amazing," I said shyly.  "Well don't get too attached, Chrissy," he said as
he rolled over to sleep.  "I'll take a blowjob out here where there ain't
any girls, but I'm not into a lot of queer shit.  As long as you take care
of me when I need to unload, we're good, but don't be falling in love with
my cock.  The last queer Luke hired was always jonesing for the D, calling
my cock Mr. Perfect."  I chuckled nervously as he said "I'm a chill dude,
but remember, you're my plaything, and not the other way around.  You suck
when I need it, and the rest of the time we're friends who kick ass
fishing. Luke and Manny are probably on deck.  Go join them."

I left the bunkroom and headed up to the deck, my dick erect in my skimpy
briefs.  Luke and Manny were sitting on deck smoking a joint, with a couple
of opened beers resting on a lobster pot they were using like a coffee
table.  "That was quick, Chrissy.  Did you take care of my cousin," asked
Luke, as he took a hit of the blunt.  "Yes Sir," I said softly, as I stood
nervously in front of them, my hands folded in front of me.  Manny pushed
my hands away, chuckling at the fact that I had a huge boner.  "Engorged
clitty there Chrissy?" Luke said as they laughed and swigged their beers.
 Luke pointed to the gear box and told me to go and fetch some rope.  When
I got back, they were both standing over the lobster pot.

Luke grabbed me by my hair and roughly dragged me down on top of the
lobster pot, and some rope to Manny.  "You tie the fag's legs" he said as
Luke bent over and tied my arms to the pot.  When they were done, I was
fully immobilized.  Luke moved the pot he was sitting on in front of me,
and sat down, shirtless, his bulging crotch in my face.  He threw a tube of
lube to Manny, whose hands were on my hips as I felt his body draping over
my ass.  "Go easy this first time, Manny.  The first night we had the fag
last season, we had to work a man down the next day because you used his
fag ass so hard.  I just broke this pussy in a few days ago."


Manny slapped down on my ass and then pulled my tight briefs down so they
cupped under my ample ass cheeks.  "Don't worry, Bossman.  I'm going to go
easy this time.  That weed got me in a chill mood," Manny said jovially, as
his rough fingers worked some lube into my twitching hole.  Luke unzipped,
and whipped out that huge cock that I had been dreaming about ever since he
let me service him in his truck many months ago.  "You know you're the
luckiest faggot, right?"  Luke asked, as his strong hands cupped my chin
and he stuffed his cock into my willing mouth.


I started to reply when the most blinding pain hit me in my ass.  Manny
grabbed my hips and just fully inserted him into me.  My whole body
quivered as I shrieked in pain.  Luke took that opportunity to impale
 my throat with his big cunt stretcher, and both men laughed.  "Tighter and
hotter than the girl I fucked all last night," declared Manny as he began
to saw his huge cock in and out of my overstretched ass.  Luke grabbed my
ears roughly forcing me to look up at him.  His shirtless body was
glistening with sweat, every muscle tense, as he rocketed his cock in and
out of my throat.

 Luke pushed his cockhead all the way down my throat as he exploded, seven
or eight strong spurts, and then he pulled back a little and unloaded
another four spurts into my gasping mouth.  Manny, seemingly turned on by
the mouth fuck, exploded inside me, an orgasm almost as long and impressive
as Luke's.

They both sat down and downed their beers, and I tried to catch my breath.
  Manny rose and headed to the bunkroom, with Luke following, who said,
"This sissy was born to take cock from real men, mouth and ass.  Some day,
when he has some fag job in the city, and he's relaxing on the couch or in
bed with his fag boyfriend, he's going to remember the night he got lucky
enough to get us to use him like this."  I looked up at these two studs,
and noticed a silhouette in the wheelhouse above them.

"You're going to just leave me here, Luke?"  I asked.  Luke turned around
and walked toward me.  He grabbed the lobster pot, spinning it around, so I
was facing the stern.  "Someone will untie you later, Chrissy," Luke said
as he slapped my ass. "Have fun."

I laid there prone, for what seemed like a long time, before I heard
someone behind me.  Strong hands gripped my hips, and pulled my ass up off
the lobster pot, as a very thick cock pierced my hole.  This cock was steel
hard, and fucked me fast and hard for what seemed like hours, me panting
and moaning like a whore.  I had been fucked by a handful of hot young
studs when younger and I lived in Boston.  I had been fucked by two of the
hottest wrestlers around, in Luke and Brad, and I just gave my ass up to
huge-cocked Manny.

 This fucker, however, affected me a lot differently then those fucks.
This man took me on the ride of a lifetime.  His strong hands all over me,
on my hips, running them down my sides, and on my chest, was driving me
crazy.  I popped my ass back into him over and over, meeting his urgent
thrusts.  Finally, this mystery fucker leaned all the way over me, his
whole body draped on mine, and blasted his load into my abused ass.  He
pulled his cock out of me, and reached over me, his mouth gently biting my
ear, as he untied my right hand.  He then left me, thoroughly fucked out.

I untied myself, and, shakily, made my way to the shower.  Water soaked
over me.  My first night on the boat, used like a girl by three young
studs, and a mystery fucker.  I grabbed my cock and stroked it furiously,
reliving every orgasm I provided for these studs.  Images flashed in my
head as I stroked: Luke's magnificent cunt stretcher snapping up toward his
chest the minute he freed it from his pants.  Manny grabbing my hand and
placing it on his cock at the bait box.  Brendan first revealing his
perfect cock to me.  The mystery fucker leaning on my back when he came,
his hairy chest rubbing on my smooth back.  Manny's shirtless dark body
glistening in the hot sun.  Brandon's smile when I first met him.  Smitty's
sun weathered face and smooth tan body.  Then it hit me.  The only man on
the boat with a hairy chest is Mr.  Matthews.  My body rocked and mind went
blank as I exploded.