Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2000 14:43:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Mate, Chap. 8

Disclaimer:  This story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons is
purely coincidental.  It contains graphic descriptions of sex between and
among young adult men, and anyone who finds this subject matter
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First Mate

Chapter 8

Pirates of the Caribbean

	Rick returned around two, and he and I started kissing before he
had time to take his clothes off.  I got rock hard immediately.
	"This is a fun group, don't you think," I asked him.
	"Yeah.  Those kids are cute.  But not as cute as you."  He grinned,
and, of course, that made me grin, too.
	"What did you think of that snake," I asked.
	"I've had guys catch them before," he replied.  "It's probably
illegal to bring them into the United States, but nobody ever says
anything.  That's what's great about Key West: live and let live."
	We moved over to one of the large lounge chairs, and we continued
necking.  Rick seemed to be really horny, but he wanted to pleasure me, not
receive pleasure in return.  I, of course, let him have his way.  He played
with my hard-on, stroking it and caressing it.  I leaked precum, as usual,
and he finally jerked me off to the point of climax.  I came hard, but I
didn't allow myself to shoot.
	"Damn, I've got to learn how to do that," he said in obvious
admiration of that talent.
	I once again explained how I did it.  "You need to practice.  Let
me jerk you off."
	As I was preparing to undress my man and work on his cock, a motor
boat came up to us on the island side.  Rick jumped up to see who it was.
I stayed put, still naked, still very hard, and still dripping.  I heard
the sound of voices but couldn't hear what was being said.  In a few
seconds, Rick climbed onto the mid-deck with his arms raised, followed by
three men.  The one immediately behind Rick had a gun in Rick's back.  I
jumped up.
	"Back off," the one with the gun said.
	"Do what he says, Kevin," Rick said.  I knew Rick was nervous and
scared just from the tone of his voice.
	"What the fuck's going on," I said.  I stood there shamelessly,
still hard.
	"They're hijacking the boat," Rick said.
	"We're borrowing the fucking boat, man," the gunman said.  "You'll
get it back."
	The three men all appeared to be in the mid- to late-twenties.  All
of them were scruffy and dirty looking, and there was an apparent physical
resemblance among them.
	"Well, will you look at this," one of the others said, in reference
to me and my boner.  "Did we distrub you honeys in a little afternoon
delight."  The other two laughed.
	"Yeah, motherfucker..."
	"Kevin!"  Rick's voice was sharp.  He obviously wanted me to shut
up.  After all, he was the one with the gun in his back, and I certainly
didn't want to say or do anything to piss the gunman off.
	"Tie his ass up to that mast," the gunman barked.  "We've got to
get out of here as fast as we can."
	The two assistant thugs grabbed me and tied my hands together over
my head to the main mast.  The other man barked orders to the two younger
guys and to Rick, and, before long, we were motoring out to the open sea
from the Jamaica harbor.  Their boat was tied to the stern of ours, and we
pulled it along behind.
	While we were chugging out of the harbor, the two younger guys
turned their attention to me.  The gunman, meanwhile, had Rick in the
wheelhouse to make sure he didn't notify authorities or otherwise fuck up
their plan.
	My cock had gone soft within a few minutes of their coming aboard,
but the head was still wet with precum under my foreskin.  A long strand of
the stuff leaked out and dangled down in front of me.
	"That's a mighty nice looking cock for a faggot boy," the
youngest-looking one said.
	"You think so," I replied.
	"Yeah."  He came up really close to me and started rubbing his
hands up and down my stomach and chest.  He played with my nipple rings for
a few seconds; then he reached down and pulled the skin back on my cock.
	"You want to suck it," I asked.  I didn't know where this
brazenness on my part was coming from, but I had a sense that that was
exactly what he wanted.
	Instead of answering me, he slapped me hard on my ass.
	"Yes, he does," the other one responded.  "Don't you, Charlie?"
	"Not any more than you do, asshole," Charlie said to the other guy.
	"You're right, bro.  The difference is, I ain't ashamed to admit
it."
	"Fuck you, Tom."
	"He'd like to do that, too," Tom said to me.  "In fact, he has.
Many times."
	"Are you guys brothers," I asked.
	Tom nodded.  "Unfortunately."
	"What's this all about, man," I asked Tom.  He was decidedly the
more friendly of the two.
	"Well, let's just say it's a little drug run, and leave it at that.
No need for you to know too much."
	"He don't need to know that much, fuckhead," Charlie said.  "Why
don't you shut the fuck up?"
	"Why don't you just go ahead and suck his cock," Tom said.  "You
know you want to.  Look at that bone in your jeans."
	Charlie looked down at the crotch of his greasy jeans, and, indeed,
there was a substantial bulge.  He got down in front of me and took my dick
into his mouth.  I did everything in my power not to get hard, and I was
able to make him work on me for at least ten minutes before I finally
thought, what the hell, and gave into the sensations he was causing.  He
was actually a pretty good cocksucker, and I boned up.
	"Well, goddamn, man.  That took you fucking long enough," Charlie
said, coming up for air.  "Now I want to taste that sweet cum of yours."
He went back to work on me.  He also pulled out his own dick and started
stroking it as he sucked me.  He kept it up for another few minutes, and I
could feel my orgasm growing deep inside of me.  Charlie rubbed the cheeks
of my butt and even inserted a finger into my asshole.  I made a big show
of moaning and saying shit like, "Oh, yeah.  Finger-fuck my tight
boy-hole." and "Oh, suck my boy-cream out of me, stud."  The patter, plus
my thrusting into his throat and his own work on his cock, made Charlie
come.  "I'm there, too, man," I screamed, and I had a stupendous orgasm.
But I didn't shoot a drop.  There was no way this asshole was getting any
of me.
	Charlie didn't notice the lack of semen at first.  When he did, he
said, "I thought I made you come, man."
	"I had an orgasm, if that's what you mean.  But you're never
getting my cum, dude."
	"What the fuck are you talking about?  You came but you didn't
shoot cum?  That's not possible."
	"Yes, it is possible, and you just saw it," I said.
	About that time Tom came back with a bottle of tequila in his hand.
The cap was missing, and he took a pretty good swig.
	"This fucker just came without shooting a load, man.  You ever hear
of anything like that?"
	Tom shook his head no.  Charlie noticed the bottle and grabbed for
it.  Tom teased him like he wasn't going to give it to him, but finally he
relented.  Charlie up-ended the bottle and made it bubble with a gigantic
swig.  His cock was still hanging out of the fly of his jeans, and he was
still oozing cum.
	About that time the gunman and Rick came out on deck.  The gunman
looked at Charlie in a disgusted way.
	"Gimme that fucking bottle.  And put your fucking cock away."  His
tone was harsh but not angry.
	I assumed he would throw the bottle overboard, but, instead, he
up-ended it, too.
	"Turn him loose.  He's gotta help get the sails up."  He was
talking about me, of course.  I was still about half-hard, and it was
obvious my cock had been in somebody's mouth.
	They untied me, and Rick and I went about our business of setting
the sails.  I knew Rick had the boat on autopilot, and he and the gunman
stayed out on deck with us.
	"We might as well all get comfortable," the gunman said.  "This is
gonna take until tomorrow morning, at least.  But I want to assure you guys
we don't mean y'all no harm."
	I guess I was relieved by that, but I really didn't know what to
make of the situation.  It soon became evident that the gunman, who had
actually put his gun away by that point, was named Jerry, and he was the
older brother of Tom and Charlie.  They were smugglers, and they routinely
hijacked boats like ours to meet up with their suppliers.  They had several
suitcases of money, and they expected to garner a large cache of cocaine.
	The brothers continued drinking the rest of the afternoon.  I was
still naked, and I could tell Rick was trying his best to figure out a way
to get us out of this before they got amorous and wanted to rape me.
	The brothers took their shirts off, and all three had crude tattoos
all over their upper bodies.  They all smoked, and they gave Rick and me
cigarettes when we asked for them.  All things considered, they were a
pretty friendly lot.
	As the afternoon wore on, they got drunker and drunker, all except
Jerry.  He took a drink now and then, but he didn't allow himself to over
indulge.  We were all sitting on the middle deck under a large umbrella.
	"This is fucking boring," Charlie said, "and I'm hot."  He stood up
and took off his jeans.  He had on a wornout pair of briefs that were
starting to separate from the waist band.  He started rubbing his cock
through the briefs.  Then he said, "Come here, kid.  Rub my cock for me."
I hesitated and looked at Rick.  He nodded that I'd better do as the guy
asked.
	I started rubbing his cock, and it got hard almost immediately.  He
reached for mine and started rubbing it to make it hard, too.  He raised
his ass off the chair and slipped his briefs off.  His cock was cut and no
more than five inches long.  He looked at me for approval, and I smiled.
Shit, I thought his cock was very ordinary, smallish, even, but I knew he
wanted approval.  He stood up, and I thought he wanted me to suck his dick.
He surprised me, though, by getting me up and onto my knees facing the
chair.  He got down behind me and started rubbing my butt.
	"I want to fuck you prissy little ass, bitch.  You want that, don't
you?  You want old Charlie's he-man cock up your chute, don't you?"
	"Yeah, Charlie.  Fuck me, man.  Give my that hot, hard man-cock of
yours."  I hated myself for saying that trite shit, but I figured Charlie
might be dumb enough to believe me.
	Charlie got on all fours and started licking my asshole.  He had
obviously done that before, and it really felt good.
	"You got any lube," Tom asked Rick.  Rick got a tube of KY out of
the drawer of the bar and tossed it to Charlie.  Charlie squirted some into
my ass and, I assume, put some on his cock.  I really didn't need that with
a small cock like his, but it would make the whole thing smoother.
	Charlie entered me in one long lunge.  "Damn, man, your ass is as
loose as a pussy," Charlie said.  I tightened my ass muscles a little.
"That's better, man.  Now I can feel that tight boy-cunt on my dick."
	Charlie was a better cocksucker than he was an assfucker.  He built
up a head of steam real fast, but I wasn't getting much prostate contact.
I decided to make him come, so I clenched down on his dick with my ass
muscles and started fucking him back.  He didn't last long when I did that,
and he came inside me in a matter of seconds.
	"Shit," he said in mock disgust.  "I came too fucking fast."  He
deflated fast, too, and his cock was soon too soft to stay inside me.
	"Same old Charlie.  In and out, in and out, and bang!"  Jerry
laughed when Tom said that.  It seemed to make Charlie angry, but all he
did was sneer at his brothers.
	"Come here, Kevin," Tom said.  I walked over to him.  "Let me take
care of this for you."  He took my penis into his hand and started stroking
it.  Then he popped it into his mouth and started sucking.  Tom took his
cock out of the fly of his jeans and stroked it.  I got down on the deck
and pulled him into the sixty-nine position.  I took his cock, not much
larger than Charlie's, into my mouth.  It had a kind of funky taste, but it
wasn't bad.
	Tom worked his tongue under my foreskin and gently licked the head
of my cock, just the way I like it.  I moaned involuntarily.  Tom started
thrusting into my mouth, and I was able to take every inch of him without
even having to swallow.  At that point Jerry finally got into the act and
stuck his cock into my ass.  It wasn't easy, but I managed to get a decent
rhythm going.  It felt pretty good getting it at both ends.
	Tom came fairly quickly, and part of his load leaked out of the
side of my mouth onto the deck.  I swallowed most of it, though, and he
seemed pleased that I did.  He continued sucking me while Jerry plowed my
ass.
	Jerry had the biggest cock of the three of them, and he was making
my insides feel really good.  This guy knew what he was doing, and he kept
steady pressure on my sweet spot the whole time he was in me.  He announced
his imminent orgasm.  When he came, the jerking made me come, too, but
again I didn't shoot.
	"Goddamn, that was good," Jerry said.
	"Yeah, for you, maybe, but he still didn't shoot his load," Tom
said.
	"Can you shoot, Kevin?  You certainly look like you're old enough
to," Jerry asked.
	"Yeah, I can shoot," I said.  "I just choose not to, sometimes."
	"Why," Tom asked, incredulous.
	"Cause that way I can last a whole lot longer, and each orgasm gets
harder and longer."
	"Can you make him shoot," Jerry asked Rick.
	"Sometimes," Rick said.  "I jerked him off right before y'all came
on board, but he didn't shoot that time."
	"See if you can make him shoot," Jerry said to Rick.
	I walked over and stood in front of Rick.  I planned to shoot in
just a few seconds for Rick.  He took my cock into his hand and slowly
jerked it.  After eight or ten strokes, I made myself orgasm, and I shot a
huge load all over the deck.

	Rick asked if anybody else was getting hungry, and they all said
they were.  Rick and I went into the galley to get something to cook.
	"Neither Tom nor Charlie has a gun," I whispered.
	"I know.  I've been thinking about how we might overwhelm them.
You notice Jerry isn't drinking much."
	"After we eat, I'll see if I can get him naked," I whispered.
"Then maybe you can get his gun."
	"Give it a try," Rick said.  He gave me a quick kiss and a tweak on
my right nipple.  My cock responded and stretched out to its full soft
length.
	The guys noticed my cock when we went back on deck, and Charlie
even touched it.  Rick cooked steaks while I got the rest of the meal out.
	After dinner, we moved back onto the mat on the rear deck.  Rick
made after-dinner drinks for everybody, and I know he put a very healthy
slug of bourbon in Jerry's coke.  I sat next to Jerry and put my hand on
his thigh.  He was obviously content, and he just smiled at me.  Charlie
and Tom were so drunk they could barely keep their eyes open.
	I put my hand on Jerry's chest and started rubbing his nipple.
	"You trying to seduce me or something, Kevin," he asked in a
relaxed tone of voice.
	"Something like that.  You're a hell of a lot better than those
two, and I doubt either one of them could get it up right now."
	Jerry chuckled.  He put his arm around me and kissed me.  I kissed
him back as passionately as I knew how, and I started rubbing his cock
through his jeans.
	We played with each other for a long time.  When we had both been
to the edge and back a few times, I whispered that I wanted his ass.  He
looked at his brothers, and both of them were asleep.  Rick appeared to be
dozing in his chair.
	"Okay, baby," he said.  "I'll let you fuck me."
	He stood up, and I helped him undo his belt and buttons.  He wasn't
wearing underwear, and he had already taken his shoes and socks off.  In a
few seconds, he was naked and very, very aroused.  I bent him over with his
elbows propped on the table behind us.  That meant he was facing away from
Rick, and his pants, with the gun in the back pocket, were between us and
Rick.  I got down behind him and started tonguing his asshole.  He really
liked that, and I could see that his eyes were closed as I worked on him.
	I sensed movement behind me.  It was Rick, of course, getting the
gun out of Jerry's pocket.  While I continued to suck ass, Rick moved
quickly to tie up Charlie and Tom.  Neither one truly woke up while he was
doing it.  He also took Tom's jeans and underwear off, so both of them were
naked.
	When he was through with that task, Rick motioned for me to enter
Jerry.  I did so slowly and deliberately, and then I started fucking in and
out.  Jerry really got into it, and I figured he wouldn't last very long.
He didn't, and I decided to reward his stupidity with a load of cum up his
ass.  When we had finished and had settled down, I pulled my cock out of
him, and he turned to kiss me.  I stepped back just then, though, and Rick
faced him with his gun.
	"Aw, fuck," Jerry said, with true disgust.  "How could I be so
fucking stupid?"
	"I don't know, man, but you're a hell of a good lay."  Rick laughed
when I said that, but Jerry didn't even smile.
	"Tie him up," Rick told me, and I jumped into action.
	"What are you gonna do to us," Jerry asked, the fear in his voice
rather obvious.
	"You'll see," Rick said.
	He led Jerry, naked and tied, to the ladder that led down to the
lower deck where their boat was tied.  He went down the ladder after Jerry
and made him get into his boat.  Rick took the spark plug out of the engine
and tossed it overboard.  Then he lashed Jerry's hands to the rail.  "Stay
put," Rick said.
	Rick and I then struggled with the other two to get them on their
feet and down the ladder.  Neither man knew what was going on, and neither
one was particularly uncooperative.  They were just simply too drunk to put
up any resistance, even when we lashed them to the rail.
	Once all three were in their boat, Rick tossed their suitcases of
money in with them and untied their boat from ours.
	"Night, boys," he said.
	I laughed.  "Thanks for the sex, guys.  I hope you meet up with
your friends."
	Jerry cursed up a storm as we pulled away from them.  Rick and I
hauled in the sails and he fired up the engine so we could get back to
Jamaica.

	When we got into port, I got dressed for the first time in several
days and went with Rick to pick up our passengers.  We told them all about
our adventure, and the kids were supremely pissed they had missed it.
	Rick cancelled the next two months of trips, fearing Jerry and Tom
and Charlie would be looking for us.  That gave us time to get to know one
another in a new and different way.

The End, Maybe