Date: Mon, 25 Oct 2004 15:32:16 +0100 (BST)
From: tomas weston <tomasuk2002@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Sandy and Bud Ricks 7

THE ADVENTURES OF SANDY AND BUD RICKS

CHAPTER 7- ATTACHMENTS AND CAPTURES

The Smeaton Islands comprise two long thin islands plus many more that
barely rise above the water. Travelling to them from the east, Great and
Little Smeaton appear as small rocks but their length is hidden behind them
especially the longer Great Smeaton which is to the left- it curves in a
low crescent on which is a narrow but thick palm forest- and on its south
side is the wide white sandy beach on which both Sandy and Bud had
frequently ran naked but its north side is rocky but manageable. The white
sandy bay offers cover and anchorage but it is rarely visited and has never
been inhabited. About two hundred metres to its north lies Little Smeaton-
it is shorter and formed of solid but dipping rock which although fringed
with plants is difficult to visit due to alack of suitable moorings. That
was until the Ricks brothers discovered the narrow inlet which although
difficult to see from the water gives a site to moor and explore and from
which the cave system was discovered. Between the islands the water is
relatively shallow but only suited to swimming in calm conditions.

When Captain Bud was looking the wrong way out to sea- his stance making
him scout to the north of Little Smeaton- and with his `first mate' focused
on the `skippers' bare cheeks, they had not noticed and realised the
consequence that a small boat had come into view, from behind Great
Smeaton, and that it was heading directly towards them. Eventually the
boat's noise drew their attention and frantic at his lack of clothing Bud
hauled on his tee shirt, pulled up and tied his pink swimbriefs and yanked
up and fastened his cut offs so that the teen and the boy were fully
dressed as the boat drew near. However, they felt seriously worried for as
the boat pulled alongside- its three smiling male occupants were dressed in
green including the one with the rifle in his hand. Automatically, Bud
moved forwards for protection and Dan wrapped his arms around the boy.

Sandy was sucking the last of his sticky cum from inside the moist pouch of
Mason's jock strap when a large thud hit the wooden decking; he looked down
to see Mason haul a second then eventually four more thin but long wet
sacks into view. Then after he had helped Mason climb from the water, Sandy
found the corporal had also returned. Awkward at being left naked and also
wary of the ever hungry mosquito, the blonde asked for clothing to be
allowed but got short change from Chip who made the point that now he would
remain naked even allowing for an increase in the number of
mosquitoes. Sandy noted that the blank expression on Chip's face contrasted
sharply with Mason's broad grin which was revealed when his headgear was
lifted although Sandy was undecided as to whether it was to greet his
dangling and swaying cock or in happiness at the discovery of the sacks.

Mason informed them that six sacks had been fixed and weighted to the legs
of the landing stage. Chip knelt and slit open the ties of one sack and
shook out the contents. Both wrapped notes and coins became visible- the
latter added no doubt for weight. Happy at the discovery Chip ordered Sandy
to empty the other sacks whilst he loaded the money into his formal marine
case. Once the money was safely stashed, the three of them began the task
of refilling and retying the bags with mud and stones. Whilst Chip ventured
beyond the derelict building to collect more stones Sandy was ordered into
the creek to assist Mason.

Immediately the blonde felt hands grasp his long swaying cock on the
premise that it was important for the diver not to confuse it with a
passing wriggling snake or eel but any further opportunity open to the
diver was forestalled by the corporal's return. Once Mason had replaced the
bags he joined the other two on the landing.

Chip's orders were clear. Mason was to search the derelict building and
then walk part way up the footpath just to ensure there was no evidence
that the sacks were delivered on foot whilst Sandy and himself would scout
along the banks of the creek.

Sandy followed Chip through the low undergrowth along the north side of the
creek but the route became impassable so they turned southwards but about a
hundred metres upstream a mud slip provided another barrier, so they turned
and headed back to the landing to wait for Mason but once there the
corporal took the initiative by telling Sandy to lay down, face upwards, on
the wooden decking.

 Sandy's cock arched forward- drooping with the weight at its end- the red
and bitten head hanging below the bunched up balls and grazing the soft
downy hairs of his legs. However as soon as Chip placed a flat hand on the
teen's hairless chest the long tool surged upwards to proudly stand
vertical. Chip rested one hand on Sandy's sensitive left nipple whilst the
other hand travelled across the tort flat stomach to rub amidst the
blonde's silky pubic hair. The corporal twisted the longer hairs between
his fingers and then, after informing the teen that all the hair would have
to go, turned to poke then grasp the teen's hard warm balls.

As Chip twisted the left pink nipple the vertical cock twitched but it was
not able to evade the marine's warm lips nor as the oral session unfolded
the marine's tongue and hard teeth-all the slow exhilarating effort being
concentrated on the red thick cockhead. As one hand regularly switched
between paining the hard nipples, the other focused on yanking downwards
the blonde's large balls for no other reason than to see how far they would
stretch. Sandy was in ecstasy as his body and cock continued to twitch but
in pain from sharp nails and biting teeth.

 The actions continuing for an agonising and painful --for the blonde- ten
minutes until Chip finally relented by releasing both hands after biting
into the cockhead- then as Sandy lay still he climbed on top of the teen
and surprisingly but happily for the blonde held him in a long and lasting
embrace. The kiss which Sandy returned with great enthusiasm was only
broken when footsteps were heard in the distance.

Sandy remained horizontal and naked on the deck as Mason came into
view. The two marines engaged in a conversation from which it became clear
that the footpath was also blocked by a rusted gate and that unless the
sacks had been carried overland long distances then they had only reached
the landing by boat.

Ignoring the naked teen the two men loaded up the boat and then finally
Chip ordered Sandy aboard.

 Sandy was given the wet jock as clothing which at that time failed to
contain his rock hard cock but this problem was entirely ignored for with
the boat ready Sandy was ordered to steer towards the first landing.

The search undertaken there proved fruitless- which all three had expected-
and as they finished at this landing Chip ordered their return to harbour
plus he made short work of the blonde's second plea for additional clothing
by informing him that if he asked again he'd be stripped from the jock and
stood naked at the front of the boat with his whities attached to his
flagpole for everyone to see as they entered the harbour. Sandy felt
obliged to remain quiet for the rest of the journey but later when Mason
moved to sit near him- in a soft quiet tone the diver offered to rub cream
into all the places affected by biting mosquitoes after they docked at the
harbour.

There was no shouting or confusion as the leader of the three men ordered
Dan and Bud into their boat- but for some reason Bud decided to contest
this requirement once he had clambered aboard. Dan sat quietly on a rear
bench but when Bud was told to move forward but refused. All this did,
however was provide amusement for the man carrying the rifle who although
speaking in a broad Spanish dialect conveyed to Dan the idea that a small
boy was confronting grown smugglers - but then one of the men grabbed Bud
in a bear hug to move him during which the boy kicked out frantically.

The two tallest men were of similar age- Dan guessed about Bud's father's
age although the one `wrestling' with Bud was taller and stronger than the
one with the gun who was shorter and much stockier. The third soldier
looked, to Dan, only slightly older than himself but his loose and
ill-fitting clothes gave a semblance of bulk that did not exist and the
whisps of hair covering his upper lip were seemingly in defiance of the red
cheeks and smooth olive skin. As the struggle continue the young Green
Smuggler tied the boats together and then, purposely sat behind Dan in a
position that left him pressing into the teen's back. Dan not one to
decline any situation --even this one- pressed back until for the sake of
stability the young green had to put both his hands around Dan's waist --
before the young smuggler laid his chin on Dan's shoulder and slowly
exhaled warm air onto his captive's neck.

During this time as Dan was getting accustomed to his predicament, Bud was
still making defiant gestures- that is until he became straddled face
downwards over the bench seat with his head near the floor of the boat. In
addition, his tee was around his neck and his pink waistband was
showing. Then, finally, the smuggler sat on Bud's rear.

The boy still struggled so the now unarmed rifle man yanked the boy's hands
back to bind them then when Bud started kicking with his feet he attended
to those as well. However, although Bud clearly felt the pointlessness of
further struggle he countered his bindings with verbal abuse- that was
until he was gagged. Now with only one captive able to speak the unoccupied
smuggler turned his attention to Dan.

Dan's story was quickly contrived and although he felt concern for his
friend's predicament, no doubt Bud's constant interruption would have made
the storyline even more difficult to establish- although it did allow a
silent Bud to listen and take in the detail.

It transpired that two boys, an older ginger haired one named Mike and his
friend nicknamed Red, were visiting Great Smeaton to swim and relax before
returning to watch the dolphins at play. Fortunately both Mike and Red
lived inland and Mike's father was a dentist-which was actually true- and
Red's father ran The Stores at Normanton Harbour- which was quite
untrue. There was little reason for the smugglers to disbelieve the story
and Dan had ensured no detail of marines, coastguards or the like came into
the tale. Apparently satisfied the smuggler started the engine and slowly
the boats turned and headed towards Great Smeaton.

There were in Dan's thoughts two secrets that were left untold; firstly, he
was glad that he had not divulged his mother and eldest brother's police
occupations and secondly, that when asked for Red's real first name he had
inexplicably, and now regretfully, said Willy.

Dan hoped that one day Bud would forgive him for the smuggler that now
straddled the boy was light-heartedly commenting on the name.

As the boats passed the palm fringed headland and turned into the bay, Dan
was able to see that activity was centred at the far end of the
island. There, a large coaster was anchored beyond the western headland
although even half hidden by the end of the island it was not exactly
camouflaged. Anchored at the end of the beach was a large red and white
launch and there were figures there and also walking towards that area
along the beach- then as the boat closed in a series of tents-fairly well
camouflaged- were half outlined beneath the palms.

 At last Bud was totally calm- caused by the man sitting on the his rear
running his large hands over the boy's bare back- massaging as well as idly
stroking the smooth skin. Dan hoped that for the present Bud was content,
for it might not be as peaceful for both of them once they were ashore- and
as if to break this idyll the young smuggler holding on to him bit into his
neck- for although Dan understood the reason for this action it tempered
his idea of them being in totally safe hands.

Once the boats were beached adjacent to the large red and white launch, Dan
was able to walk freely from the boat whereas Bud, perhaps not entirely
unhappy, remained trussed and, hence, was slung over the smuggler's
shoulder to be carried ashore.

It was fortunate for the jock strap clad Sandy that no one watched the boat
slip from The Sound into harbour. In fact, the water was also clear of
dolphins so unhindered the boat came to a halt in front of the boat house
doors. Nimbly Sandy jumped from the boat and opened the doors .When the
doors were fastened, he became aware that Bud's boat was missing but with
little time, at present, to consider this, he moved smartly to wait by the
steps whilst the others disembarked.

Mason stood by the blonde as Chip informed them he would go to the control
room to despatch the relief (and wife) home whilst they were to remain here
until he returned. In what Sandy perceived as humour and whilst still
amazed by Mason's quips, the diver saluted and replied `Aye Aye
Captain'. If it caused the corporal any degree of amusement he hid it well,
but as a retort (if it was one) he ordered Sandy to strip the wetsuit from
Mason and leave him naked.

Of course, Sandy did not need to follow any order but to him it was not
exactly an unpleasant task but before he had time to act Mason forced the
blonde backwards leaving him pressed against a wall.

Mason took hold of the sides of Sandy's head and at the same time as
pressing his body against the teen's soft flesh, he forced their lips
together. Sandy responded with enthusiasm for as tongues came together the
diver forced a hand between them to grasp the jock pouch with his long
fingers. Lips parted for a moment as Mason crushed the blonde's crotch
harshly-then the second meeting of lips tasted sweeter.

Mason still holding the pouch stepped back and cursed the lack of time he
had in order as he put it `to fuck Sandy senseless' but he finally gave
relief to Sandy's cock and balls and offered his body to the teen. It took
little time for Mason to be stripped although Sandy was forced to take
considerable time in extricating the marine's swollen cock from the
wetsuit. The long hard shaft appeared to be too dry from the powder applied
earlier and Sandy was just thinking of offering it some moisture when the
far door opened to herald Chip's return.

Mason and Sandy moved away from the wall and when the corporal stood before
them Mason once more saluted and announced to his captain that he was
ready, willing and able.

Chip surprised Sandy by taking Mason's cock in his left hand and gently
stroking it as he gave them orders.

Once they had heard the relief's car leave, they were to unload and store
the equipment then Sandy was to fix food and a large jug of coffee whilst
Mason was to dress correctly as an active marine- (Here the corporal adding
comment as to it never having happened before- which generated a Mason
smirk) and finally they both were to come to the control room to seek their
next orders. Chip explained that he needed to contact Ranger Nash and that
he would have new information shortly. He seemed reluctant to release
Mason's cock but after he did so and before leaving he threw Sandy's
whities at the diver telling him that they were his now as clearly the
blonde was born not to be without a jock. Looking directly at Mason the
corporal held up the blue shorts with the words that he intended to keep
these as he had an idea of how later to get the best out of them.

Mason slipped on his new whities and with the upper half of his erect cock
exposed and flat against his stomach, he stepped into the boat to pass the
equipment to Sandy.