Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2007 18:29:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Captain Hook

Captain Hook

By Bald Hairy Man

This is pure fantasy.  It is not intended for minors or for persons who are
offended by all male sex. If you are offended, Don't read it! It is a
fantasy, not a sex guide. If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@excite.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com

I remember someone yelling, then all went black. We had been in a strong
storm. The waves were as tall as the ship.  Granted the ship was neither
large, nor particularly well built.  The waves were huge.

When I woke, I was in the water and the ship was gone. Wreckage floated on
the surface, so there was no mystery as to the fate of the ship. There was
no sign of the crew, or the captain. I have no idea how I survived, except
my body was entangled with some rigging attached to the main mast. The mast
was broken, but it floated and saved my life.

I must have floated for several days before I was picked up.  With no
water, or food and being baked in the unrelenting sun of the tropics, I was
in poor condition. After a day I was unconscious most of the time, but I
remembered being pulled out of the water. After that I only remember
looking into the faces of several very ugly men, then I passed out again.

I dreamed strange dreams. Some times my mother was still alive, but I
couldn't talk to her, or touch her. In other dreams I was still tied to the
mast and sharks would eat an arm, or a leg, but these members would grow
back only to be eaten again. Oddly, the strangest of my dreams were
intensely pleasurable. My privy parts exploded with pleasure and ecstasy. I
had some experience playing with my privies, but nothing like my
dreams. Eventually the pleasurable dreams seem to force out the bad ones.

>From time to time I opened my eyes and saw men. Mostly these men seemed
odd and misshapen. One of them was different. He was a huge, bear of a man,
covered in curly, black hair, but oddly dressed in a dandy's silks, satins
and lace.

When I finally woke, I was with this man.

"Where am I?"

"You are on my ship, the Hercules," he said. "I'm Captain Hawthorn, but
they all call me Captain Hook. And who might you be?"

"I'm Isaac Small. I was the cabin boy on the Dolphin.  I think it sank in a
storm."

"Most probably lost with all hands," he said. "There was wreckage, but no
sign of life, other than you. How old are you boy?"

"Twenty years," I said.

"I guessed that.  Some in the crew though you were younger, but I said you
were fully grown."

"I have a beard!" I said, shocked they would think I was still a boy.

The man laughed.  "And a hairy chest too, but there are beards and there
are beards. Most of my men are grizzled and have beards that would do a
beaver proud.  Those that don't look like billy goats, that is," he
said. "You're a fine specimen of a boy, man I mean.  You were pretty much a
goner when we found you, but the men wanted to save you, and that we did."

I was still weak and I must have fallen asleep again.  When I woke, they
had food ready. An odd looking man they called Porkchop was the cook and he
helped me eat.  I fell asleep again, but the next morning I felt good. I
tried to walk, but was very unsteady. A man they called Candlestick and
another called Pistol helped me walk.

I went on deck.  The crew was an ill assorted collection of ugly and odd
looking men. All were friendly and seemed to look on me as a pet spaniel,
or boon companion.  They all treated me with great familiarity even though
I didn't know them at all. The crew had been at sea a long time and were
surprised when I told them William and Mary were the rulers of England, and
the Stuarts were gone.

That night I discovered my bum hole was oiled. The hole was tender too. It
didn't hurt, but it felt different from the way I expected. I had dinner in
the Captain's quarters with Mr. Smith, the first mate, and Mr. Bones, the
surgeon. Mr. Smith was even bigger than the Captain and was what my mother
would have called a fine figure of a man. He had a bushy white beard unlike
the Captain's black bush.  Mr. Smith had small legs, but a full sized
trunk, thus he was short, but otherwise handsome.  He had nursed me back to
health.


We drank wine and I got a bit drunk. Mr. Smith and Mr. Bones left after
eating and I was alone with the Captain. It was hot since we were near the
equator and while the Captain was arrayed in all his finery during dinner,
as soon as the other men left he stripped down to little more than a loin
cloth. I followed his lead.

I had many questions and normally I would say nothing, but the wine made me
bold. "Are your men naturally affectionate?" I asked. "They seem to know me
well."

Smiling, the Captain said, "They tend to be hard.  Life hasn't treated them
well."

"Why this affection for me?"

"Come to bed with me and I will explain," he said. It was common enough for
men to sleep together for warmth in the winter, but warmth wasn't a problem
now. I got in bed with him. He took off his loin cloth and got into the bed
bare naked.

"Normally we would have let a boy in your condition die.  To save you would
take a lot of work, and if we did save you, there would be another mouth to
feed," he said. "When we found you near naked on that piece of the mast,
they saw you were handsome, and also saw you were well equipped.  They are
a randy bunch of men and they could see a prospect for some sport."

"I've never been a sport!"  I said.  I didn't know exactly what "sport"
was, but didn't like the way that sounded.

"You're wrong about that," the Captain said. "It was Candlestick who first
worked his member into your bum hole.  Candlestick is the randiest of the
randy, a true cocksman."

"That can't be," I protested.

"Normally I would have punished the man for taking such liberties with an
unconscious man.  Candlestick is true lecher and libertine and he was
simply trying to use your ass for his own pleasure before you died," the
Captain continued. "You had been crying and screaming in pain and fear, but
as soon as Candlestick's cock got into your bum, you moaned in
pleasure. Every thrust of his member created a corresponding moan from
you. Indeed, your member engorged and then sprayed Candlestick with your
seed."

"That can't be true," I protested.

"It is true.  Mr. Bones suggested, that if Candlestick's cock would give
you some relief from pain, perhaps others would provide the same relief,"
the Captain explained. "He tried it and had the same effect.  For you, dear
Isaac, a cock is the best physic, far better than any apothecary's brew. It
was from that time that you began to recover."

"Both Candlestick and Mr. Bones swived me?"

"I might as well tell you since you'll find out eventually. Every man in
the crew had his turn," the Captain said. "Most did it two or three times.
My crew has never been happier."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Then, I recalled my dreams. It all
became clear to me. It was true. "Have you screwed me?" I asked of the
Captain.

"Not until tonight," he said.  Had I been a better person, I would have run
from the cabin and thrown myself into the sea, rather than submit to him. I
already had spent more time in the sea than I wanted and had no desire to
do that again. The Captain put one arm around me and with the other he took
off my loincloth. He moved his hand toward my bum and then fingered my
hole.

When he touched it, I lost all desire to resist. Suddenly all the memories
of my dreams flooded back and I wanted to experience them awake. By the
time he got the cloth off, my organ was fully erect. I moved and my hand
felt his member.  It was a massive pole. I couldn't believe it would fit in
my bum hole, but for some reason, I was more than willing to try.

I also solved a small mystery.  He was called Captain Hook, but he had both
his arms.  His cock was hooked. The massive member formed a "C" as it
curved toward his navel. "I wanted to tell you this before I send you back
to the crew," Hook explained as he pushed me back on his bed and raised my
legs to get better access to my bum. His cock was large, but when he peeled
back the foreskin, the bloated, purple cock head was even bigger.

He had a vial of oil near the bed which he worked into my hole.  I know I
should have been shocked, but his thick fingers excited me.  He coated his
own cock with the oil, then nudged it into my bung hole. He took his time,
as if he was testing my resistance.

By all rights I should have been shocked and sickened that this man would
try to force his privy member into my ass. I was too excited to feel
anything but desire. At first it was mostly curiosity, but that turned to
lust as soon as his massy cock began to push through my defenses.  I am
quite sure if Hook had wished to rape me it would have been easy enough,
but that wasn't his interest.

The huge knob that crowned his member popped into my hole with a twinge of
pain. I felt a moment of unease.  What had I gotten myself into? This worry
passed quickly as I began to feel the same sensations I remembered from my
dreams. As his member penetrated deeper into my ass, the feelings grew
stronger. Soon I was moaning.

I looked at Captain Hook and saw he was smiling. Sweat poured off him,
matting his furry body.  His eyes looked crazed.  Even though I was
inexperienced, I knew he was crazed with lust and desire. For the first
time since my mother had died four years earlier, I realized someone wanted
me.

I know there is a great gap between a mother's love and the sex crazed lust
of an old seafaring captain.  But Hook's sexual lust was better than the
mean and brutal life I had experienced since my mother's death.

Hook suddenly stopped; pulled his cock from my bum and flipped me over. A
moment later he was probing my bum again. If anything, his cock felt better
entering me from this direction. He seemed to like variety, since sometimes
he was rough and forceful, other times he gently stroked my innards with
his curved bow. He delicately probed my bum for good spots.

At first I was too overwhelmed to do anything other than to take what he
dished out. After I got use to him, I began to wiggle my bum and squeeze my
hole to play with his member. Hook loved that. When I began to shoot, my
entire body would twitch and my ass grabbed his cock. He would moan when
this happened and fill me with his seed.

We would rest when this happened. "Everything the crew says about you is
true," Hook said. "You're a rare find indeed. If the crew hadn't already
claimed you, I'd take you for my own."

"You are the Captain," I said.

"Fair is fair," he said.  "They wanted to save you and they did the
saving. You belong to them. They've never had such a handsome lad
before. They tried a few, but they either wore out, or died. You were born
to take a cock and love it. For tonight, you're mine.  Tomorrow, I have to
take my turn."

"I don't know if I could do that," I said, "for the entire crew, I mean."

Hook laughed. "If you can't, nobody can," he said. "I've fucked half the
men who sail on this pond they call an ocean. No one has taken it as easy
as you. Some like it because it's so big, others just because I'm the
captain. Some grow to like it, but you're the first one to like it the
first time I screwed him. Isaac, you are a wonder and a marvel."

He pulled me close to him and as he did, I felt his hard cock. For some
reason, I shifted so he could re-enter my bum. It was very easy this time.

"You are a wonder," he muttered, as he slowly explored my ass. It was slow
and comfortable. After shooting off several times later that night we both
fell asleep. I didn't dream that night at all.

When I woke, it was light outside and the Captain was gone. I put my
clothes on and went on deck. It was a beautiful day, with a blue sky and a
good breeze. On my earlier ship, the Lady Reading, I never got on deck and
was confined to the stench of the lower decks. The Hercules wasn't an
impressive looking ship, but it smelled much better. The crew wore little
more than loin cloths, and were tanned brown, but they didn't smell either.

Mr. Bones came up to me. "They aren't a handsome crew, but they're strong,"
he said. I mentioned the smell, or lack thereof.

"The feeling in England is that baths cause chills and thus sickness," he
said. "I think bad vapors emanate from filth. Vapors are the culprit. The
Captain thought that thinking was heretical, but I converted him to my
belief. The men objected, but this is a heathy ship compared to most. Few
have died of pestilence since I joined the crew." I went below to get some
food.

Candlestick and Pistol were in the galley talking with Porkchop, the cook.
Porkchop gave me small loaf of bread covered in butter with a slab of
cheddar cheese. The bread was freshly baked and good. Mr. Smith joined us.

"You are a lucky man, Mr. Smith," Pistol said. "Last night was a quiet
one."

"The Captain was occupied, so I took two watches," Smith said. The men all
smiled knowingly.

"I trust your night with the Captain was enjoyable?" Candlestick asked.

"Enjoyable, but not restful," I said. Pistol winked at me.

"The Captain told you of our sport with you?"  Mr. Smith asked.

"He told me it was a substitute for the apothecary's art," I
said. "Apparently I was your plaything."

"There is a shortage of the apothecary's arts here, but no shortage of
cock," Mr. Smith said. "Cock is not part of the cures of the ancient
masters of medicine, but it is lucky for you it worked.  The proof is in
the pudding."

"We're hoping you aren't mad at us," Candlestick said quietly. "You may not
have been awake, but I will swear you liked it as much as we did."

"My folks were church going people and good Presbyterians," Mr. Smith
said. "They believed our fates were predestined. Your appearance on the
ocean and our rescue of you, must have be pre ordained. It may sound
foolish, it was meant to be."

"Are you saying God wanted us to fuck the boy?" Porkchop asked.

"I said it sounded silly," Mr. Smith said. "My Mama said ask and it shall
be given, seek and ye shall find. God will provide for your needs."

"Well, we can all agree Isaac meets our needs," Pistol said. A whistle blew
and all the men except for Porkchop and Mr. Smith went up to the deck.

"Did the Captain wear you out?" Mr. Smith asked. I was going to say yes,
but then I realized what he really wanted. I shook my head.  He got up and
went to his cabin. I followed. His cabin was small compared to the
Captain's, but all the other men were in hammocks on the gun deck.
Mr. Smith took his clothes off, as did I.

While he was huge and massive, his cock was a thin tube of flesh. The knob
was almost twice the diameter of the shaft. It popped into my bum
effortlessly. Lubricated by the oil and Hook's seed, my ass had no problem
taking it. Mr. Smith shot off easily, but left his cock in my ass as he
fell asleep. I needed the rest too.