Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2006 12:56:46 +0000 (GMT)
From: todd weston <toddweston21@btinternet.com>
Subject: sandy and bud ricks 9

THE ADVENTURES OF SANDY AND BUD RICKS

CHAPTER 9- MISSION AND MEETING

Mason dismissed the marine cadets to the operation room and only then did
he stop massaging Sandy's jock pouch so that he could help out the last
occupant of the boat. Van was tall and red haired- and broad in the
shoulders- but lithe and fit which was not that unusual for a Canadian
Mountie, although to tell the truth Mason had only had the one opportunity
of examining thoroughly this officer. Van had arrived on secondment three
months earlier and the Gulf sun had already darkened his skin whilst his
physique had been honed by the term `mountie' being literally applied by
him to his charges. He had gained the reputation of going commando in every
respect so as he focused on the fat rod beneath Sandy's jock, his own thick
rod swelled, then lengthened, inside his cammo trousers. Finally, he
stepped from the boat and as he moved to stand before the blonde, Sandy
watched as Mason stroked Van's now fully erect cock through the moist
cotton material.  Mason introduced Van from Vancouver to Sandy. The
Canadian added that he was very happy, at last, to see Sandy in the flesh
as his reputation went before him and he had been the talk of the ship for
the last week. However, at this moment, he was concerned about the teen
being overdressed, so reaching forward with both hands, he yanked the white
wet cotton jock to Sandy's knees freeing the blonde's big cock. Van did not
quite gasp at this point but just turned to Mason to acknowledge that the
rumours were clearly true.

Grasping the purple head of Sandy's erect cock, he twisted it violently
making the pre-cum ooze from the narrow cock slit and thus, trickle between
his fingers. With his other hand he ran its middle finger between the
teen's legs and straight up and into Sandy's hole. When released, Sandy
stood automatically to attention watching Van lick his fingers. The
Canadian ordered the blonde to the operation room with the instruction that
he was to tell the marine cadets to shave him fully from the neck downwards
and after they had finished with him Sandy was to report naked to the
kitchen. Sandy pulled up his jock and, then in compliance with Van's final
order, left the boathouse with his cock fully exposed. Mason grinned at
Van, then gathered himself and jumped onto the boat before steering it out
of the creek whilst Van found his way to the kitchen.

Captain Bud was feeling like a cabin boy or, in fact, the lowest of the low
pirate, as he trudged disconcertedly along the beach and away from the
smuggler's camp. A few minutes ago he had been untied and ordered from the
tent where, outside, he had hurriedly donned his pink trunks in order to
stop caustic comments concerning his erection which refused to die
down. Now, it just poked above the waistband of the tight trunks but, at
present, it seemed to find little interest from the two males that
accompanied him up the beach. The older, and noticeably better dressed, had
two chevrons on each sleeve of his shirt {the colour of which gave the
smugglers their name} although whether the chevrons really meant anything
was unknown to Bud. Carrying a sack, which to Bud appeared to contain food
and water, was the younger smuggler who he had encountered in the tent-
clearly his ill-fitting uniform was not his own, as the shirt and trousers
only seemed to touch flesh where the thick waist belt had been pulled
tight.

Devoid of boots and socks, he walked barefoot and Bud thought that perhaps
he was about Sandy's age. He could not help but notice the thin dark line
of upper lip hair and the tanned firm skin of his chest which became
visible, along with small brown nipples, when a breeze blew open the loose
shirt. The boy was wondering about the reason for this trek when the elder
smuggler ordered them to stop- he then sat on a tussock of grass beneath a
palm tree and, after laying his rifle against its trunk, gave orders in
Spanish to his companion.

The respite gave Bud additional thinking time, mainly as to what was
happening to Dan who, although had been left in the tent, was according to
the parting comments he had overheard, to be used for entertainment later
in the evening.

Aroused from his deliberations, he noticed that now the younger guy was
leaning against a different tree, having lowered the sack. Bud jumped as he
was ordered, by the pseudo corporal, to remove his trunks and, quickly, he
complied then handed them over to him whilst standing in front of the
man. The smuggler, putting it coherently as he could in broken English,
told Bud that the youngun' had been promised a blow job so Bud could just
down to it. The naked boy looked over to the now widely grinning teen who
had already unbuttoned his fly and was in the process of pulling out his
cock.

Bud, happily resigned to something he enjoyed, was therefore unperturbed as
he knelt before the teen thin but long cut cock waiting, half erect, to be
blown, Bud took the thin smooth shaft in one hand and steadied himself
against the tree with the other. The teen holding firmly onto ginger hair,
forced his cock into Bud's mouth and down the boy's throat making him
gag. Any chortle from the man was overshadowed by the noises from the teen
who seemed determined to mouth fuck Bud instead of letting the boy suck
methodically and, thus, Bud stopped trying to suck and instead held the
thrusting cock between his lips and let the teen ram in and out. The sweet
pre-cum was coating Bud's tongue as the teen pushed and pulled between lips
and throat whilst gripping Bud's head with his hands. As Bud guessed that
climax was near, he waited for discharge as the teen began thrusting his
whole lower body against the kneeling boy. Just before Bud felt the gush of
salty juice against his throat the teen hollered in Spanish but after the
initial load he still kept thrusting until he had expelled every drop of
his sperm.

Bud caught his breath as he swallowed the juices, made easier now as the
teen withdrew his spent cock from the boy's moist mouth and returned the
softening rod to his trousers, As Bud returned to the man, the teen ruffled
ginger hair and held the wide grin as he also returned to sit by the man.

The corporal tied tightly the trunk's cord around Bud's balls pulling them
downwards; then, he wound it even tighter around the base of the boy's
erect cock; this left the pink material dangling below Bud's crotch. Then,
after the man stood and picked up both the sack and the rifle, he ordered
the teen to pull the naked Bud along the beach using the dangling trunks as
a tether. Bud, maintaining a vertical erection as he walked, felt his cock
pulse, throb and sway- knowing that he desperately needed, somehow, to
climax.

On entering the operation room, Sandy was unsure how he was going to
express Van's order that he was to be body shaved. However, the blonde need
not have been concerned for as soon as he reached the doorway one of the
marine cadets espying Sandy's exposed erect cock announced that it was his
turn to shave. An argument with the other cadet was only prevented by a
shout from Chip which kept the station manned along with the promise that
he would be able to check the blonde for missed hair once Sandy's shave was
complete. As Sandy tuned to the second cadet, the lick he gave to his lips
seemed to promise that fingers would not be used in that examination.

As he was led to a corner couch, Sandy had guessed by now that his exposed
cock had been some kind of signal from Van as regards procedure just as the
method of moving him to the couch by hand to cock might have been one of
Van's techniques. Sandy lay still on the couch allowing the cadet to remove
the jock, a quick feel over his body for hair found, as Sandy obviously
knew, hair only between his legs and under his arms, but it did not prevent
the cadet feeling over Sandy's legs, arms, and nipples as well as under his
large oval balls and up into the pink hole. Feeling fully exposed and
sporting a throbbing erection, that arched up onto his stomach, Sandy was
left then alone as the cadet went to seek the necessary shaving
equipment. In the quiet atmosphere of machine clicks and whirrs, the blonde
was able to hear the other cadet make a blunt sexual reference to the size
of the teen's cock. The reply from Chip caused the cadet to wow a response
but the main thrust of the corporal's reply was hidden by the noise of a
door opening.

The shaving cadet spoke quietly introducing himself as Joe as he lay down
the equipment, two towels and a water bowl. He peeled off his shirt
supposedly to stop it getting wet before commencing the shave which after
quickly removing the blonde armpit hair seemed to concentrate on the teen's
crotch for a very long time with Sandy's cock and/or balls seeming to need
careful attention and handling. After about the fourth shaft and cockhead
shave, beads of pre-cum appeared at the narrow slit on the blonde's purple
cockhead and as these trickled down the shaft they were picked up by the
cadet's fingers and eagerly swallowed.

Joe announced that he was finished and called to Frank the second cadet who
appeared, already stripped to the waist, at Sandy's side before Joe had
even time to replace his shirt. Sandy lay back as Frank got to grips with
mouth and tongue heading straight for the now extremely smooth cock
shaft. Whether Frank was concerned or not, as he was totally engrossed in
sucking, he ignored the fact that Joe had yanked down his trousers leaving
him mainly in his own tight worn jock. Frank greedily continued
encountering no hair on the blonde's cock, balls or chest or under his arms
or on that route from balls to inside the blonde's pink hole. Satisfied to
some extent Frank stood up but as he reached to grip Sandy's cock he
exploded in both sound and sperm; with white warm juice flooding his jock
pouch and dribbling from the wet cotton fabric. Immediately Joe appeared at
Frank's side leading him off with the promise of knowing the best way to
clean up the mess.

Sandy rose and was thrown his own jock to carry, as the two cadets attacked
each other in a corner of the room. The naked teen slid from the room to
the kitchen where he expected to find Van.

Around the kitchen table, Van examined the naked Sandy by lifting the
teen's cock so he could get an even closer look. Satisfied, Van ordered
Sandy up to his own bed mentioning that after completing his drink he would
join him.


During his drag up the beach, Bud maintained an erection but as much as he
longed for a climax it would just not happen whilst his balls were bound
and lowered by the trunk's cord. His cock continued to bob up and down
causing merriment from his grinning captor but for Bud the most discomfort
came from inside his small tender scrotum globes. The trek continued until
the trio neared the northern most point of the island where the palm tree
stand thickened and the white sandy beach narrowed. About thirty metres
from the northern point, the elder smuggler halted causing the connected
pair to stop as well. Turning to the youngun', orders were given in Spanish
which caused Bud to be untied from the trunks whilst the bag carrying
smuggler disappeared into the trees.

The release of his balls caused a sudden uncontrollable jerking of his
erect cock and instantaneously Bud felt his climax surge up his shaft. As
if understanding the moment, the young smuggler grasped the boy's throbbing
shaft pulling Bud into him as the dry orgasm struck home.

Once released Bud put back on the proffered trunks tying the cord
securely. Unsure of what was going to happen now, the boy stood silently
but his companion moved closer, pulled Bud into him and engaged in a slow
passionate kiss. Bud having never tried this before responded, as best he
could, with their long contact helping the boy enjoy the moment. As the
teen pressed his lips and tongue into action, Bud just wished that the soft
lips belonged to his brother.

Sandy heard the stairs creek, so he assumed that Van was on his way. It did
not take the Canadian long to strip in front of Sandy to reveal a hard
thick cut cock jutting from an area devoid of body hair. Van did not
comment as he pulled back the covers to reveal the blonde's long cock
stretching up his body but he closed in on the teen pressing his body close
to the new smoother Sandy who felt the weight of the Canadian as he climbed
on top of him and the man's lips sought out his. After what Sandy could
only perceive of as a breathtakingly long loving kiss, Van pulled his arms
around the teen and mentioned that he had really enjoyed that moment and
that he would bet that Sandy had had plenty of practice with his brother.

Having had in Sandy's opinion a very eventful day, he had to admit, and not
happily, that his adventures had temporarily removed his brother from his
mind. Convinced that Bud was out on one of those discovery trips, as his
dolphin was also no where to be seen, he returned to Van's attentions
determined to find his brother after they had ended.

Van turned, after lightly kissing Sandy's forehead, to the fact that he was
very tired after a sixteen hour shift so his Sandy fuck would have to wait
but he wanted to feel the blonde next to him as he drifted to sleep.

Van meant Sandy to leave and return to the operation room once he was
asleep but to ensure that he woke him up when the blonde was ready for
bed. However, as the Canadian gripped Sandy's cock whilst he settled to
sleep, he noticed that the blonde was already asleep- so aware that the
teen had had a very fulfilling day so far, and with the opportunity of
filling him a lot more later in that evening -- he let him continue his
rest.



As Bud followed the teen into the palm trees, he saw the reason for the
extra rations of food and drink. For whatever reason, there were two boys-
Bud guessed about his own age- sitting attached by a tether to separate
trees- both wearing, by now, sandy and worn whities. The taller looked up
at Bud -- smiled, and then, for some reason, a note of recognition
registered in Bud's brain.