Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2001 23:01:54 -0000
From: Danny Ponce <dannyponce21@hotmail.com>
Subject: White Squirt 6

This story is inspired by the movie White Squall. White Squall is about the
true story of the last voyage of the Albatross, a sailing ship used for a
semester at sea program for high school aged boys during the early 60's.
None of these scenes appear in the movie nor did they take place in real
life.  They are imaginary and do not intend to imply anything about anybody
living or dead.

This episode stars,

Scott Wolf who was as the lead student Chuck Gieg
Jeff Bridges as the skipper
Jason Marsden as Shay Jennings
John Savage as McCree, the English teacher
Julio Oscar Mechosa as Girard Pascal the ship's cook
Jeremy Sisto as Frank  Beaumont

I don't know if any of these actors would really do this sort of thing.  I
do not mean to imply anything about any real people, either the actors or
the real people who inspired the roles the actors play.  If this sort of
stuff offends you, and there's going to lots of this sort of stuff, do not
read any further.  Sort of stuff includes graphic depictions of sex between
males, quasi-consensual sex, watersports, sex between adult males and
teenage male, etc.  It is meant as a fantasy only, do not try this at
home. Do not read this if it offends you or if you are not old enough or if
it is not legal where you live.  Etc. etc.

White Squall is a product of Hollywood Pictures.

White Squirt 6
The First Mate

Jason lay next to McCrea in the cabin below.  He heard Scott and Jeremy
fall to the deck and woke with a start.  Their whispered laughter gave away
who they were and caused McCrea to stir.  In the bunk across the room,
Pascal, the chef, slept soundly.  'He can sleep through anything,' Jason
thought.  Jason did not want to give Scott and Jeremy away, not before they
finished anyway, so he lay perfectly still, listening to their lovemaking
above.  He had been attracted to Jeremy from the start, as had several of
the other boys, and would have gladly exchanged places with Scott.  He'd
probably get his chance in a day or two, he thought.  As he listened to
Jeremy fucking Scott his cock grew hard.  He stroked it casually and wished
McCrea would wake up, He brushed his hand across the older man's hairy
chest, touching just the hair, not the skin. Circling a nipple with his
finger he softly stick the tip of his tongue inside McCrea's ear.  Finally,
McCrea rolled over to his side and faced him, resting a hand on the inside
of his smooth, bronze thigh.

"Sounds like they're having fun," McCrea whispered smiling.  He ran his
hand up the inside of Jason's thigh.

"Yeah."

"Who is it? Can you tell?"

"It's Scott and Jeremy," replied Jason.  "Jeremy's fucking Scott."

"I figured."  He cupped the boys balls in his hand, squeezing them slightly
then ran a finger between the mounds of his ass.  "You'd like to have him
fuck you, too, wouldn't you?"

Jason smiled, blushing.

McCrea leaned into Jason's face and kissed him softly, enjoying a slow
exploration of his lips and tongue.  He'd done this almost everyday since
the cruise began, but he had not begun to tire of it.  Jason was beautiful.
Deeply bronzed from his time in the sun.  His body, tight and compact,
developed for a boy his age.  His skin, smooth and nearly hairless still.
His cock six inches when hard, his balls on the small side but full of cum.
His ass on the boarderline of bubble butt round and always ready to be
played with or fucked.

McCrea's beard scratched Jason's cheek as they kissed.  It seemed like he
always had three days of growth to the boys onboard.  Jason loved the way
it felt against his skin, especially when he was rimming him out.  McCrea
stroked Jason's hard cock slowly, enjoying the sounds of sex above.  He
began to roll Jason over, onto his stomach and pulled back the sheets so he
could enjoy the sight of the boy's beautiful body.  Jason was younger and
smaller than the other boys.  They would have been surprised to know how
young this boy, who gave them orders all day long, actually was.

McCrea ran a hand down Jason's bronzed back, between his shoulder blades,
down his spine to his upturned ass.  Jason's ass was his favorite kind of
bubble butt, not too pronounced, but present, natural looking.  McCrea slid
his fingers between Jason's hairless cheeks and slipped one up inside his
hole.  Jason, as first mate, had to service the other adults, which had
left his ass open and ready at all times.  McCrea knew that the boy loved
being fucked, that he would have gladly been ship's punk if he were not
first mate.

"Clench down on my finger," McCrea whispered so not to wake Pascal.

Jason clenched down as tightly as he could, while McCrea slid his finger in
and out of his ass.  When McCrea pulled out and replaced his finger with
his dick Jason spread his legs apart and raised his ass up to meet the
English Teacher's member, McCrea's cock was not as long as the skippers but
it was wider.  Jason felt it against his hole, then felt it begin to enter
him.  McCrea always took his time entering, enjoying the feel of Jason's
ass, tightly engulfing the head of his dick, then dragging down across the
shaft to the base.  He pressed into the boy until his balls were mashed
between his legs and the soft mounds of Jason's butt.

He nibbled on the boy's ear lobe as he began fucking him.  Taking his time,
McCrea pulled out slowly then pressed his cock forward, pushing it as far
into Jason's ass as it would go, first towards the left then towards the
right then down the center, upwards and downwards exploring every reachable
inch of Jason's insides.  He wanted to reach as much of the boy as he could
and the way his ass felt on the shaft of his dick drove him onwards.

Pascal finally awoke and saw his friend kneeling over the prostrate boy,
shoving his cock into his ass and rubbing then smacking the boy's buns.  He
smiled and began stroking his own cock, which was already partially hard.
He lay watching and enjoying Jason's moans for a few minutes before
speaking.

"Hey," he called.  "Leave some for me, too."

"Always enough for at least two here," said McCrea.  "Why don't you feed
your dick to him, get it all nice and wet."

McCrea pulled Jason's head up by his hair.  Jason liked the way the men
were always a little rough on him, pulling his hair or smacking his ass.
Being used, being in their control, powerless to resist aroused him
greatly.  Jason saw the Cuban chef walk across the floor, his hard,
uncircumsized cock sticking out of his boxers.  He opened his mouth and
stuck out his tongue as Pascal slipped his dick inside and began fucking
his throat.  Jason loved the smell of Pascal's crotch.  He tried to breath
it in as deeply as he could while swallowing the Cuban's dick.  Pascal was
always funkier than the other men, and definatly riper than any of the boys
on the boat were.  Jason got off on the way the men smelled.  Their
armpits, their crotches, even their asses, all aroused him, added to the
excitement, the feel of them on top of him.

He began pushing himself back on McCrea's cock, enjoying the feel of it
deep inside him and the sense of control he could take by actively forcing
the fuck in deeper.  McCrea began slapping his ass hard and fucking him
wildly.  Jason could feel his cheeks begin to burn and knew McCrea would
cum soon.  He plowed the boy deeply as he shot his load inside him, then
smacked his butt on last time and pulled out.

"Your turn, Pascal," he said as he stood.

Pascal moved into position between Jason's legs and began running the head
of his cock across Jason's hole.  McCrea lifted Jason's head by the hair
again and held his dick in front of the boy's mouth.

"Time to clean me up," he said.  "Don't leave anything either.

Jason began licking the sides of McCrea's dick, tasting the combined
flavors of his own ass juices and McCrea's jism.  He felt Pascal slipping
the head of his dick inside his ass, then felt him plow his entire cock in
to the base.  He was open now.  McCrea's exploration had left him loose and
wet, unable to offer any resistance to Pascal's assault.

Pascal enjoyed the feel of another man's cum inside the ass of the boy he
was fucking.  It reminded him of his nephew and brother back in Cuba, and
all the fun they used to have.  His brother always went first, leaving his
nephew well lubricated for Pascal.  The good thing about sloppy seconds was
that the lubrication cut down on friction which meant it took more fucking
to cum, and they boy was already primed for it so you could really fuck him
hard.  Pascal did.  Pounding away at Jason's ass, bouncing him up and down
on the bunk, making so much noise that they woke the skipper.

"Don't damage the boy," said the skipper as he entered the crowded cabin.
"My wife is very fond of him.  So am I."

"He loves it," said Pascal.  "You know he does."

"There be plenty left for you, skipper," said McCrea, "once Pascal is
done."

The skipper crossed over to the bunk and pulled Jason's head up by his hair
pulling it back until he could see the boy's face.  Jason hurt from the
strain but did not complain.

"Enough for me today, son?" asked the skipper.

"Yes, sir."  Jason replied.

"Good boy."  The skipper slapped Jason's ass hard then pulled out his cock
and stuck it in Jason's mouth.  He was soon hard and fucking the boy's
throat as Pascal had done.  "Finish up, there Pascal.  We have to get the
day started."


Pascal smiled good naturedly at the skipper and drove his cock into Jason
hard, driving himself to a climax which made him shout.  He pulled out of
the boy and exchanged places with the skipper.

"Have him clean you off, too," said the skipper as he moved into position
between Jason's legs.

"Yes, sir," Pascal smiled at the skipper as he pulled Jason's head up.

Jason began licking the chef's dick clean as the skipper entered his ass.
The skipper was in a hurry this morning so he started pounding the boy
hard, right away swinging his cock nearly all the way out of Jason's ass
then slamming it back in to the base, hard.

Pascal's cock tasted of the combined cum of both men mixed with Jason's ass
juices.  Jason again breathed in the funk of the man's crotch as he enjoyed
the sensation of the skippers long cock plowing his ass.

"Get that cock cleaned up, boy."  The skipper clearly enjoyed this part of
his job.

Jason's cruise was free--he came from a poor family who could barely afford
to feed him.  His father had agreed to send him on the Albatross knowing
full well what would be expected of him.  The fee he received for his son's
services was too much to ignore.  Jason had no idea that he had been sold.
All he knew was that he got to come on the cruise, get a substantial
education, see the world, and all he had to do was put out to the adults on
the cruise, which he had come to enjoy anyway.  He simply could not get
enough cock.  And the three men he had to service could not get enough of
his ass.

Jason licked Pascal's cock clean and moved on to the man's balls.

"I gotta piss," said Pascal.

"Go ahead," said the skipper, still pounding the first mates ass, trying
now to cum as quickly as possible.  He could hear the boys starting to stir
on the deck above.  Jason would have to get them all started on their
morning chores and Pascal would have to get started on breakfast right
away.

"Open up," said Pascal.  Jason opened his mouth and held out his tongue.
He looked up at Pascal.  Pascal could not believe that the boy liked this
part of his life on the ship but he had never said anything about it.
Pascal stuck his softening cock into Jason's mouth.  Jason closed down on
it just in time to feel Pascal's warm piss begin to fill his mouth.  He
swallowed, expert now, though the first few times he had wretched both
during and afterward.  He had learned to act like he was drinking through a
straw, swallowing when his mouth got full.  He did so now, twice.

"He loves it," the skipper said to Pascal.  "He loves cock, everything
about them and everything that come out of them."  He pounded several long
hard thrusts into the boy and came, contorting his face as he did so.

Pascal pulled his cock out of Jason's mouth.  He lifted the boys face and
looked into his eyes.  The skipper was still fucking him, slowly now,
enjoying a short afterglow exploration of Jason.  Jason met Pascal's gaze
and smiled at him slightly.  He could see that Pascal had mixed feelings
about what he had just done and he wanted to let him know that it was
alright, that he did like it, that he wanted him to keep doing it.  Then he
felt the skipper pull out and walk around to have his cock cleaned and
probably to empty his bladder too.  Pascal stepped aside, then left to
begin cooking breakfast.

"I ever tell you what a great first mate you are," skipper asked as he
shoved his cock into Jason's mouth.  He had told him, several times.  The
skipper's cock was his favorite.  The skipper was the only one of the three
men who used him uninhibitedly, for his own pleasure, the way Jason liked
to be used, completely in the service of a man old enough to be his father.
He sucked the skipper's cock now, enjoying every inch of it, tasting
himself, McCrea and Pascal, waiting for the skipper to let go.  He didn't
have to wait long.  The skipper began filling Jason's mouth, holding his
face close to his crotch, sighing with pleasure.  Jason struggled to
swallow it all without spilling any and to keep from chooking on it.  The
skipper smiled slightly to see the boy struggle.  When he finished he
twisted the boy's nipple.

"For luck," he said.  "Get your shorts on, you have work to do."

"Yes, sir."  Jason pulled on his shorts and followed the skipper onto deck.