Date: Sat, 17 Jan 2009 17:28:08 +0100
From: dggb aebuew <horny_jake16@hotmail.com>
Subject: Titanic Tarzan part 7

This is a work of fiction and contains explicit gay graphic sex. If you are
not of age (a minor) or are offended by these kinds of stories: PLEASE DO
NOT READ ON!

Copyright by Horny_jake16@hotmail.com

Titanic Tarzan
Part 7

A prostitute's life is both as glamorous and as dirty as it gets. What job
is more treasured than the one delivered by a whore? And in what occupation
are you as badly treated for it? Selling sex was as much a rape of Jake's
inner feelings as it was a sensation to his body.  Despite the fact that
Jake hadn't spent much time alone lately he was feeling very lonely, he
wasn't tired of sex though, to the appreciation of his bodyguards Ben and
Steve, but there was something else missing.

Steve came with breakfast on a plate and placed it in front of Jake. There
were several bananas of course, but also the less sexually explicit
scrambled eggs, and a cup of juice. Jake played around with the biggest of
the bananas, masturbating it while Ben and Steve gazed at him with open
mouths.

This was just too good to be true. Usually young guys like Jake would get
tired of sex and Ben and Steve would have to beg their boyfriends to do
something sexual with them. Jake, however, needed no pleading. It all came
naturally to him; he was the perfect boy toy!

No reason, denying it, most relationships, both gay and straight ones,
break up because one person, usually the one being penetrated can't satisfy
"the top's" lust appropriately. Sex is important for real men, any boy
pussies that don't understand that is out of the game.

After showering and perfuming himself fittingly, Jake put one his new
uniform, the old one had, as mentioned before, been ripped apart by the
yearning of the muscle man Hans Guggenheim's massive dick. Jake made a
mental note to tell Hans that he didn't need to rip apart his uniform to
penetrate him; it was actually designed with a hole, so it was just for
Jake to bend over. The new one was delivered by a servant of the Captain
this morning, with a note stating his horniness for Jake.

Jake reported to the captain's chamber, and this time the Grand Cabin door
was opened by the almost naked Captain himself. His chest was hairy and he
was bigger and manlier than ever, and larger than Ben. This was a real man
that had fought his way through life; the luxury of the Titanic wasn't
something he was born with.

Bulging a morning wood the Captain had problems talking about anything
other than sex.

"Good morning pussy hole" he uttered before his mind understood what he'd
just said.  "Good morning wood to you to" I replied in a smart fashion.
"Eh, well, eh, yeah, you see, I can't help it" he just babbled still in his
masculine dark tone.  "I know, well what did you want to talk to me about?"
I kept on saying. Teasing him, because I understood completely well what he
ached for.

Amused by my own ability to put this man in such an awkward position, I
couldn't help but to keep on taunting him.

"Ehmm, yeah the, eh the, the special missions. It's a couple of things, eh
well sex, I want you to do to me, eh no, for me I mean do, yes... well just
please some friends of me and do some spying on some important men."

I couldn't stand it any longer.

"Captain, as of now, I think there's a much bigger problem that needs my
attention. You obviously can't concentrate on anything other than putting
your cock somewhere. Let me just first take care of it and then you can
speak more freely".

As if lightning had struck him, the Captain's facial expressions changed
immediately. A darker and hornier aspect came upon him.

"Go to work, then, baby" he said horny, now standing proud and tall with
his boner in his white boxers, as a tent, thighs spread apart, both hands
firmly placed on his hips. His muscle body was ready for some tender teen
massage.

After some sensual stroking, his seamen came flying up, hitting my cute
little face.

I licked my mouth when the Captain lifted me up and kissed and licked his
own cum away, finally he kissed me on my lips giving my mouth all of the
man juice he had gathered.

He enfolded my slim teenage body into his manly chest, just holding me
close.

"I love you, baby, I'm always hard when I think of you." His dark voice
just whispered.

"I know. I love you too" I said, not faking it for a second. Yet I was
surprised by my own response.

"Really?" he said astounded.

"Yes" I said. That something missing was now found, I felt complete.

Seconds later, I broke the love moment by stating the reality.

"But, Captain, you of all men should know, I'm a slut, a whore, I can't be
solely yours."

"I know, baby, just, well, just let big daddy handle this. Don't you think
about it anymore for now, satisfy your customers and be slutty, and I'll
take care of this."

An hour later I was once again outside the Grand Cabin doors, as I had
disposed of my bodyguards earlier, I had to walk alone to my cabin. I was
feeble as the Captain had fucked me three times in a row, and cummed, after
I told him I loved him too. His body was in a state of sensation.

I was sent on a special mission, walking through a passageway when two of
Clark and James' bodyguards assaulted me from behind. I barely saw my
attackers before I was struck to the ground.

My arms were held hard against my back, as I whimpered out small girly
sounds. The stronger of the two strapped some black fabric around my mouth,
also covering my eyes, but generously letting my nose stay uncovered.

He lifted me onto his back and carried me away for what seemed like an
eternity. I tried to resist, but he was too strong.  I remember having
noticed especially these two bodyguards earlier, because they had
constantly been hard, leaking precum. A slut like me can't fail to become
aware of horny men around me, its part of my gear. Anyways, what I am
getting to is that they were both cock hard in their pants, like dogs with
hard-ons. Trying to resist their bodies' long for a guyfuck, they kept on
going, still carrying me restlessly and treating me badly.

I felt being brought further down in the ship and at sometimes I even
detected a fall in elevation, such as in stairs. But my senses had still
not fully returned to me after the brutal assault. As my man walked, his
cock slapped my severe thighs through the thin and almost transparent
clothing. His precum made small spots of trace on the fine fabric, but
naturally my body fell into place around his body so that his cock's rhythm
fitted better with mine. If you've ever been carried by a fully erect man,
you'll know what I am talking about. His body does it to him, and as any
real man he has to respond to his dick's wishes to some extent.

That moment came upon him the very next instant. He deliberately let his
tent of a cock in his trousers hit my tender spots. Eventually finding my G
spot, my place of infinite sensation. Men, whether or not fucking slutty
boys like me or less feminine types, take good care to touch and feel the
bottoms' G spot. It turns us on and will eventually award your stone hard
man meat.

So he kept fucking me with all clothes on, just hitting his dick's head
onto my frail crouch. I couldn't help but to moan. I mean don't think I
wasn't scared or nervous, and I am not a total slut, men! Or am I? Well
anyway it was beyond what a mind could handle, I was without choice. It was
nature.

He suddenly stopped. Pulled down his black pants along with his white
boxers. Revealed his hairy cock to the world, and forcefully bended me
over. I was struck by a slutty sensation. Maybe getting fucked by this guy
would be a way of escape. His cock found its into my weak bubble butt,
entering my boy pussy and fucking me raw and bare. His comrade was in awe,
just wanking his meat furiously to the fucking of my beautiful teenage
body.

"How...old...are... you?" my fucker man asked me in between his `ins and
outs'.

I was unable to answer, just whimpering something so as to let him know he
needed to untie the fabric covering my mouth.

He was too much into the fuck to understand what I meant.  My whimpering
had just made him more fuck-wanting.

He kept on talking.

"Your body is such a beauty; if I had been rich I would have bought you and
treated you as a princess" he whispered the last part.

"I have him" I thought.

Suddenly his hairy cock shot seamen into my soar arse. Letting it spill out
back on his cock. I squeezed his seamen out of his cock with my small butt
muscles, some men love it, and some men despise it. He loved it, as I had
speculated earlier. By now, I had become a good judge of character,
particularly regarding men and their sexual likes and dislikes.

The wanker also came. And like that he just lifted me again and
walked. This time, I was put off in a small compartment maybe five minutes
later. With only one door out I was trapped alone in the dark.

As I had time to let my mind wander while I waited for my assaulters to
return I began thinking of Clark and James and if they were part of this or
if it was only two horny bodyguards going loose without restraint. It was
hard to say, time would show, wouldn't it?

Tired of the happenings of this morning, I fell asleep.

I dreamt of hairy bananas.

I woke up finding a long string of pubic hair in my mouth. Eeew! The price,
I guess, I pay for sucking off so many real men's cocks!

The door to my prison room was opened by a dark figure standing in the
doorway. I could barely make out the outlines of his body in my mind,
recognizing him immediately, before I was hit to the ground hard.

"Mark?!" I asked in shock, as dirt found its way into my mouth and
something even dirtier entered my boy hole.

A prostitute's life is filthy indeed.

To be continued...

Please tell me how you felt when you read this story. Any comments,
suggestions or negative remarks will all be equally and gratefully
accepted, since I in fact do this for all of you guys out there!

Loads of kisses from Jake (Horny_jake16@hotmail.com)