Date: Sat, 21 Mar 2009 02:29:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Jones <jacanakid21@yahoo.com>
Subject: Piracy on the High Seas, Part 7

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        Piracy on the High Seas, Part 7, by justjames17.


I was exhausted and dozed off in the shade of the thatched roof; I hadn't
noticed the young seaman who had padded barefoot across to sit opposite me
leaning against a pole as I was. All I wanted to do right then was sleep
and that's what I did, my back against the rough timber support and my sore
bum on the hard ground with my legs sprawled out. I'm not sure how long I
slept but the sun was lowering in the west when I awoke, I blearily peered
around as I rubbed my scratchy eyes. The compound was quiet everyone seemed
to be in torpor; lying about lackadaisically only two of the white officers
were talking quietly together.

The young seaman sat in the position he'd taken before I fell asleep, I
looked at him and he gave me a half smile, a tentative attempt to make
contact with me. I smiled tiredly back and his mouth creased up into a
grin, his white teeth glistening in the light, "You ok?"

I nodded and replied, "Well I'm ok except for my arse it aches like crazy
still."

He frowned and whispered, "They bum you before they brought you here?"

I nodded, "Yeah four of them used me and a couple really did the nasty in a
hard way."

He nodded and whispered, "Yeah me too they like to do us young guys, the
older crew members were just roughed up by them."

I asked him how long he'd been captive and if he'd been attacked since the
first time, he told me they had been here two weeks and he was used every
day or so; he added that after a few times it wasn't so bad he'd got used
to them doing him and it didn't hurt anymore unless they really went
crazy. I looked at him and could see dark marks that had to be bruises on
his brown flesh; I shuddered as I pictured his thin fragile looking body
being abused by those hulking pirate thugs, I felt my skin crawl at the
thought that I'd be used again and again like he had been.

He asked my name, I told him it was Jessie, he smiled and told me his was
Aashish, he scuffled across to sit beside me saying, "It will get cool as
the night draws in the sea air makes it clammy, if you like we can snuggle
together and share our body heat."

I could smell his body odour and he saw me inhale and his face fell, "I'm
sorry for my stink but we aren't given the opportunity to bath."

I shrugged and said, "Don't worry I find your exotic spicy odour quite nice

He grinned at me and we lay together as the darkness thickened with me
clinging to him from behind and my dick nestled in his arse crack, Aashish
wriggled himself getting comfortable on the sandy ground but his movement
triggered my boner and he giggled squirming even more and rubbing himself
on my excited dick. I tried to control my reactions but he was deliberately
arousing me, next thing I felt his hand between our bodies and he sought
out my throbbing boner. I whispered in his ear, "Are you sure about this
Aashish?"

He chuckled softly and turned his head kissing me on the lips, "Yes Jessie
I want to get to know you more so we can be good friends."

I sighed and he pulled his lap lap aside then grasped my steely stiffy
pressing it to his puffy entrance, I gurgled my pleasure as I felt his
incredibly warm clinging flesh swallow me deep inside. Aashish pressed back
till he had every bit of my cock my balls grinding on his buttocks, a huge
sigh issued from his lips in the darkness. He moaned softly, "Ooh Jessie
you feel so nice inside me, your penis fits me perfectly."

I began gently undulating my hips sliding in and out of his precious pussy;
Aashish quivered and moaned as he enjoyed our sex, I was licking his sweaty
neck and ear and enjoying it because I knew he was getting more and more
turned on. I reached around his bony hip and fumbled my way inside his lap
lap seeking his cock, there it was stiff as a peg and throbbing like a V8
with juice soaking into the cotton material of his cover. Aashish moaned as
my hand grasped his hot hardness and jerked it out from under the lap lap
and freed it.

Our dual climax made the earth move, at least it seemed to I filled his
posterior with a goodly amount of sperm while his seed was spattered all
over the dry sandy soil; we then snuggled together and fell into a deep
sleep. The hard ground meant shifting position regularly so our deep sleep
was broken after a while then we slept fitfully through the rest of the
night. The cool dawn found us in the reverse position with Aashish behind
me and our ardour high and our cocks both rigid and eager. Aashish took me
and jacked me off while he enjoyed my arse; we both enjoyed another molten
moment as we ejaculated together. Our grunts and heavy breathing followed
by Aashish's high pitched squeal as he ejaculated awoke a few of his
shipmates who opened their eyes and raised their heads to watch us in the
final delicious moments of our dual climax.

We separated as Aashish's dick slipped from my rear end, he kissed the back
of my neck whispering, "Thanks Jessie that was wonderful."

We tidied what little we wore to cover our privates and helped each other
to sit up, red faced we faced the new day. The rest of the prisoners began
to stir and the gates opened and a couple of our captors tossed a heap of
fruit, mangoes and other tropical varieties I didn't recognize. Nobody
moved until the gates creaked closed then there was a mad scramble to try
and grab something to eat, I was slower or less aggressive so I missed out
and watched the struggle in front of me. Aashish headed in my direction
clutching two mangoes, he joined me handing one of the juicy yellow skinned
fruit and said, "Quickly Jessie eat him before anyone tries to take it
away, everyone is starving hungry and fights break out."

I began munching on the skin to open the fruit, juices running down my chin
onto my bare chest and on down my flat belly, the taste of the fruit was
incredible and I suddenly realized I was starving hungry. We sat together
munching on the yellow succulent tart flesh until all we had left were the
large furry seeds. That was breakfast and Aashish told me we may get
something late in the day but it wasn't guaranteed it depended on the good
will of the pirates. We spent the day in boredom, counting ants passed away
a while but soon you lost count, Aashish and I talked about our lives I was
stunned to learn he lost his whole family, mother, father and two brothers
when a cyclone inundated his coastal village in Bangladesh.

He was the sole survivor of the whole village, the howling wind caused a
storm surge that swept inland over the low lying area, tearing the flimsy
huts down and drowning the inhabitants in the middle of the night. Aashish
was lucky he was swept along and came upon a stout tree that withstood the
flood; he clung to it and gradually pulled himself up and sat out the night
and the next day hanging on grimly. The flood ebbed back to the sea and
left a devastated land, crops washed away or destroyed by the salt water,
swollen bodies of bullocks and people dotted here and there bloating under
the humid heat.

The stench of death hung over everything as Aashish slowly and stiffly
climbed down to the soggy soil, he staggered back to where his village had
stood, the area was empty as if swept by a mighty broom, no trace of the
huts was left. His family had vanished probably carried back out to sea by
the retreating waters; he was alone no food or fresh water. The lad sat on
the wet ground holding his head in his slim hands as he shook from head to
toe tears gushing from his salt rimmed eyes. He wished he'd been drowned
too what was he to do alone here in the devastated countryside?

Aashish curled up shivering beside a large tree, ripped out of the soil and
left lying on the beach as monsoon rain pelted down on the already
saturated land. Two days passed before the authorities were able to send
out a helicopter to survey the area and assess the damage, Aashish heard
the rattling roar of the chopper as it flew closer. He struggled to sit up
and leaning on the huge tree trunk he peered at the sky, his wet hair
covered his face as he brushed it aside he saw the camouflaged whirly bird
hovering nearby. He waved an emaciated arm feebly in the air hoping the
aircrew would see him.

Luckily they did and the huge machine settled lower its blades causing a
gale blowing water and other bits and pieces about making Aashish duck down
to protect his naked body. The helicopter engine stopped and there was the
swish, swish, swish of the blades as they slowed to a stop then the voices
calling out to him. He was too weak to get to his feet so the uniformed men
hurried across the waterlogged ground to lift his thin nude body up and
carry him to their aircraft. Aashish was exhausted and so starving hungry
his body was hypothermic from the cold and wet, he was delirious and
shuddering as his body tried to raise its core temperature.

Weeks later Aashish was fully recovered physically but not mentally, he was
badly depressed and bordering on suicidal until he met a very nice orderly
in the hospital, this man was understanding of Aashish's problem and knew
his history. He showed the lad warmth and comfort keeping his patient's
mind active with a multitude of games and other entertainment gradually
bringing the lad back from the brink. He used a lot of body contact, hugs
galore and gentle massaging, Aashish began to respond to his ministrations
and then one day he became sexually aroused for the first time.

The man brought Aashish off by firstly wanking him then bending down and
taking the lad's cock in his mouth and sucking him to a huge conclusion as
Aashish drained weeks of sperm from his balls flooding the orderly's hungry
maw. After the initial time they became good friends and Aashish moved in
with the man on his release from the hospital. After a few months they
separated amicably and the orderly introduced Aashish to a shipping agent
friend who organized him a job with the tanker company as a seaman.

He had served for two years on the tanker until they were seized by the
pirates and held for ransom, Jessie hugged his new friend and expressed his
sorrow about the loss of his family, Aashish told him it was in the past
and this was the present and they must look out for each other while the
pirates held them captive. Unknown to Jessie one of the tanker crew
considered Aashish was his and jealousy was bubbling away inside the man,
he was watching the two lads and getting more and more jealous and angry.

The lads continued to talk together and Jessie told Aashish of his so far
boring upbringing and told him of the voyage across the turbulent Southern
Ocean. Aashish listened enthralled to his account, he knew how huge those
seas could be as their huge tanker sometimes was almost submerged under
them off the Cape of Good Hope. He thought Jessie was a hero attempting to
sail a tiny yacht across those awesome seas, the two lads were getting on
like a house on fire as they laughed and giggled together making the silent
watcher more envious and angry.

His temper flamed and smoldered deep inside as he struggled to maintain a
calm outer appearance, he could see how the two lads were attracted to each
other and were sharing much between them. As the long hot day dragged on
the prisoners became languid and began to lie about under the structures in
the shade, sleep seemed to be the best way to pass the time so all movement
and talk died out replaced by snores.

Late in the day the gates are opened and more fruit and a small plastic
drum of water are deposited inside then the gate is slammed shut. The mad
scramble begins Jessie and Aashish together in the scrum, suddenly Jessie
is kicked hard in the groin and his balls flash with excruciating pain. He
doubles over collapsing onto the sand and his body is kicked and stood on
by the men fighting for food. Jessie's slender body is bucking from the
blows of the feet and quivering as he gasps and gurgles struggling to
regain his breath.  Aashish cant see Jessie in the group of struggling men
he struggles to grab food hoping Jessie has also obtained some as he only
gripped a single banana and a stale bread roll. The officers who were
yelling for order had seized the water and saying the water would be
rationed equally amongst the prisoners.

As the crowd dispersed to the shelters Aashish found Jessie unconscious and
bleeding on the ground, he hurried to his side and knelt down feeling his
throat for a pulse then relaxing a little when Jessie moaned, he cradled
the semi conscious lad in his lap stroking his sandy hair.



                                     To be continued.


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