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Chapter 8: Advanced Skills Training Thor came awake, his eyelids unsticking and opening with great reluctance. He woke up a little more when he focused on Lars, who was leaning over and shaking him with a look of concern on his face. “Oh, good, you’re back with us. I was starting to worry.” “Oh my god,” Thor groaned, pressing a hand to his forehead. “What time is it, anyway?” “Half past twelve. You’ve been sleeping for nine hours.” Thor struggled to remember the events of the previous night. Two things were clear right away. His headache was telling him that it had been a night to remember – although at the moment he had no clear recollection of visits to the bar any earlier than the three glasses of champagne at and after midnight. That stuff always gives me a headache, but I never learn my lesson, he thought ruefully. The even more insistent ache in his ass jogged his memory about his time on the fuck bench, although he still had no clear picture of just how many cocks had entered him, how many guys had bred him, how many loads of sperm he had absorbed into his body. “I feel like I could sleep for ten hours more with no trouble.” “I know just what you need. Sunlight. Get out there and hit the pool and the beach, that will cure your headache faster than anything. And plenty of water into your stomach.” Thor groaned again, more at the ache in his ass than anything else, as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. “I’ll go get showered up and then head out to the pool.” “That’s the spirit, Thor!” Three quarters of an hour later, Thor appeared on the pool deck, walking with care but at a reasonable speed. He’d felt a little self-conscious about putting on the broad straw sun hat Lars had left for him, but seeing many of the apprentices and members wearing similar hats made him feel a bit better. Everyone was also wearing the darkest sunglasses they owned, and that had Thor chuckling at the realization that he wasn’t the only one suffering. He smiled again when he glanced around and saw very few cocktail glasses, but plenty of oversized water pitchers, on the chair-side tables all around him. By half past two, Thor and most of the others had recovered enough to jump into the pool. Idle chat among those leaning on the sides, and a lively game of water volleyball in the middle, slowly brought the assembled men back to full life. Thor left the volleyball game after ten minutes or so and relaxed against the side of the pool, on the shallow water ledge. As he stood there in the cool water, an older, dark-skinned man came to stand alongside him. Abdul. For all the time Thor had spent hanging out with Farouk. he’d never met his friend’s sponsor before. “Hello, Thor.” “Nice to meet you, Abdul.” Thor could tell he was being sized up. In his usual forthright way, he took the bull by the horns. “Like what you see?” Abdul laughed. His dark-skinned face looked totally different when wreathed in a smile, the lines crinkling around his eyes, the mustache quivering with his amusement. Thor felt his heart skip a beat at the sight. “I do, no question.” The voice was sultry, Thor noticed with amusement, but with a cultivated Oxford-and-Cambridge accent. It was easy to guess where Abdul had received his higher education. “But I wanted to talk with you about something else, Thor.” Here, he looked quickly around and then lowered his voice. “It’s about Farouk. I’m not supposed to tell you things like this, but I wanted to let you know because he regards you as a friend, an important friend. I’m actually his uncle.” Thor looked startled and Abdul laughed – a bitter, humorless laugh. “No, not that uncle. I’m his mother’s older brother.” Thor took a moment to absorb this. “Why are you telling me this?” “Because I broke the club rules by bringing a new apprentice with whom I already have a connection. I wanted to see if I could help him out.” “Are you sure you want to talk about this here?” “Smart man. Let’s go inside.” They walked back into the main resort, and out onto the sun terrace overlooking the pool and beach on the second floor. It was empty. They sat down facing each other over a glass table and Thor looked at Abdul with question marks on his face. “Here’s why I did it. He’s been struggling for years, ever since it happened. Not just his sex life, either, although I don’t really know any more than he’s told me there. But in school, at home, trying to hold down a job – it’s all been an unending string of challenges. While he’s here, he’s made some good contacts among the full members, but what really matters to me is that he’s got a link now to several of the younger guys – and you, most of all, from what he says about you. He made a big point of how much you showed that you worried about him, caring about what happens to him. So I thought I should put you into the picture a little more, so you can see even more clearly why your contacts with him, whether long or short, are so critical.” Thor pondered all of that for a few very long moments. Abdul was old enough and wise enough to let him take his time thinking about it all. At last he spoke. “Thank you for telling me all of that. Farouk told me the outline of what happened, of course, but nothing of the bigger picture in his life as a whole. I’ll certainly be better prepared if he needs to talk at any time, going forward.” “Thank you. That’s all I ask.” Abdul paused. “Well, not quite all. There is one other thing.” He said this with a sly grin, and Thor guessed that the conversation was about to shift ground. And sure enough, it did. Thor felt a sudden but subtle pressure against his groin. Glancing down through the tabletop, he saw Abdul’s outstretched leg with the toes massaging the bulge in his swimsuit. Thor laughed. He went right where I expected him to go he thought, laughing inwardly. “It’s just after four right now. Do we have to wait till five?” “Not at all. The rooms are prepared and available any time from lunch on, actually.” “Now they tell me!” They both laughed. “Well, then….” Thor stood up, took Abdul’s hand, drew him to his feet, and headed back downstairs and over to the party wing. Inside his visiting room, he turned down the duvet on the bed (Why do they even bother? he thought as he set it aside) while Abdul set the privacy sign and the door lock. Then Thor stood up, turned, and drew his guest into an embrace. He quickly realized that Abdul was different from many of the older guys he’d met, his technique subtle, his every move and touch aiming at giving his younger partner maximum pleasure. He’d had moments of it from Lars, of course, and from Dimitar, but Abdul took that aspect of his sexual technique to a whole new level. Right from the moment their lips met, Abdul let his fingers do the talking, going to all sorts of unexpected places around Thor’s head and further down his body, and finding all kinds of intriguing hot spots that Thor had never even thought to try. It was also plain that Abdul felt inclined to move at slow speed, to take all the time a man could want, since they had well over three hours to go before dinner time. Everything he was doing was slow, purposeful, gentle, seeking to elevate Thor’s pleasure in any way he could. Unlike many men, he was keeping his tongue to the mouth, but those skilled fingertips were giving Thor the shivers all over. His cock was rock hard again, his aches and pains all forgotten. At some point, Thor found himself lying on his face on the bed as Abdul gave him a slow, thorough massage. He had no clue how or when he had gotten there. This man’s magic fingers had him floating in tranced state, in a never-never land of ecstasy and sensation such as he’d never experienced. Now Abdul was using his tongue, and lying down full length along Thor’s back, his own hard cock nestled in Thor’s crack. But he was still taking his time, still teasing and touching and getting at all the sensitive spots that Thor hadn’t even known he had. The warm oil between their bodies allowed Abdul to slide smoothly up and down, and from side to side, letting Thor’s buns caress his tool while the rest of his muscled chest stroked easily all over Thor’s back. Abdul raised his hips slightly, positioning the head of his tool against Thor’s knot, which was already much looser. A bit of gentle pressure and the knot opened, allowing him to slide with one easy glide all the way down into Thor’s body. He continued working his way up and down Thor’s back while his cock, planted inside Thor’s hole, kept him anchored. And then he began slowly pulling out and pushing back in. That’s when Thor finally realized that he was getting fucked again. No, wait, I can’t take another one, not after last night! His initial panicky thought was quickly overcome by all the incredible sensations that this slow, gentle man was arousing in him. This should hurt, but it doesn’t. This feels amazing! Abdul continued his slow-paced fucking, varying the angle and depth of his strokes, but with no break in the hypnotic rhythm of the act. And Thor began responding, working with his butt muscles to stroke Abdul’s cock, to caress it, to give to Abdul the same elevated pleasure that Abdul was evoking in him. Then Abdul pulled out, rolled Thor over onto his back, and slid back inside. “Show me what you’ve learned from me.” Thor understood at once. He lifted his hands and began working with his fingertips along Abdul’s back, using touch as a means of arousing passion. As Abdul worked slowly in and out of his hole, he moved as slowly across Abdul’s body, noting the moments when Abdul gave out a little gasp or a slight moan. Then he would work on that spot for a time before moving on to another. And another. As Thor plied and manipulated his mentor’s body with his fingertips, he became aware of a new level of sensitivity in his fingers, of a new awareness of slight variations of heat and split-second moments when quivering of the skin under his touch gave him new messages. Again, he was drifting away from the normal consciousness of the world as he became more and more involved in sensing the pleasure he was giving his partner. And now came a change. Abdul began moving a little faster, thrusting just a little harder. As he did so, his fingers sought out a particularly sensitive spot on Thor’s body near the armpits and went to work there. Without even thinking about it, Thor responded in kind, zeroing in on a highly responsive hot area on Abdul’s back, just above his ass. He knew that he was about to get bred again and increased his focus on that particular place. Abdul gave just one loud gasp for air and Thor felt the cock inside him swell up and pulsate. He was ecstatic at getting filled with this man’s sperm in a way he couldn’t remember feeling since one of his earliest experiences – when he was fucked and filled by an older friend during a hike in the mountains. At last, Abdul eased out of him and lay down at the side, still caressing Thor’s body with his gentle touch. Thor felt a different sensation as Abdul’s fingers moved across his abs, and reached down himself – to find that he was covered with cum. At the look of surprise on his face, Abdul chuckled. “Yes, Thor, you came too.” “That’s crazy – I didn’t even feel it happening. Your technique is incredible!” “Not so incredible as that. It’s just a question of focusing on some other person. You’ve just discovered that for yourself.” Now that he had completely emerged from the tranced state of his encounter, Thor suddenly realized that he was tired, so tired that he was almost falling asleep. “Want to sleep….” “Yes. It consumes much energy to concentrate that intensely for that long.” Abdul rolled onto his side, pulled Thor into a close embrace, and the two of them let themselves go. Thor awoke an hour later. As soon as his eyes opened, he remembered every moment of that fantastic sexual encounter, even before he turned and saw Abdul still peacefully sleeping, a childlike smile of happiness on his face. Checking the clock, though, Thor saw that it was already drawing towards seven o’clock, and he knew that they both needed to clean up. He gently nudged Abdul towards wakefulness. “Time to wake up, Sleeping Beauty. We need to get cleaned up before dinner time.” As they were washing off in the shower, Thor asked, “Do you always do that full-on sensory experience with your partners?” Again, Abdul gave that crinkly-eyed smile that made Thor’s heart jump. “Not at all.” He seized Thor by the shoulders, spun him around, and kicked his legs apart. Thor had just time to plant his hands firmly against the shower wall before Abdul thrust back into him. This one was fast, hard, even brutal. Abdul worked right up to full ramming speed in no time, driving fiercely into Thor’s ass, thrusting deep, pounding hard. Thor was gasping for air at the surprise assault, but quickly got his hand fastened onto his own cock which was standing right up to his abs. As Abdul drilled him, Thor jacked his cock at full speed. It took not much more than two minutes, and Abdul was blasting another load into Thor’s overworked gut as Thor’s own cock sprayed out all over the wall. For a minute or two, both of them gasped for air – then Abdul carried right on with soaping and washing himself as if nothing had happened. Thor laughed. “Well, that answers that question.” At dinner, Thor found he was sitting at the same table as Kristian. They’d crossed paths from time to time, but they hadn’t had any further extended contact since that first night of the week. Every time Thor saw Kristian, though, he’d found the young Dane’s swelling ass attracting him almost as if it were a giant magnet. That was particularly so now, as his own ass was definitely yelling at him to give it a rest. As they had done with others all week, they conversed while eating, sharing observations about the older men they’d met and the things they’d done. Thor’s brief tale of his unusual session with Abdul captured the attention not just of Kristian but of everyone at the table. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Farouk watching from the adjoining table as he spoke. The smile of proprietary pride on Farouk’s face showed Thor plainly that Abdul had also given his nephew the entire treatment, shy of actually getting into his ass. And, as Thor was the first to admit, getting fucked was almost a side dish to the main banquet of Abdul’s incredible, sophisticated hand technique. As they were wrapping up the meal, the Governor made an announcement. Tonight was going to be a free-for-all. Rather than waiting in their rooms for visitors to come, the apprentices were free to celebrate the end of the week by meeting up with anyone they wished to approach, including each other and the older men. Thor at once looked with enquiring eyebrows at Kristian, and as quickly received a nod of approval. The two of them walked off towards the rooms together, leaving a surprised Lars, a resigned Dimitar, a no-longer-jealous Farouk, and a disappointed Xolani behind them. As it happened, Thor had noticed Xolani eyeing him with determination. Under other circumstances, he’d have been happy to give the strapping Kenyan and his impressive manhood a test drive. But after the New Year’s Eve party and today’s additional two fucks, his hole was definitely “Closed for Repairs” for an indefinite period. Fortunately, Kristian had made it clear at the start of the week that his whole interest centred around getting fucked, and the more the better. Thor decided that this was a good time to give his newly learned skills a test run, to try to nail down what he’d learned from Abdul. By the end of an hour and a half, Thor reluctantly let himself slide out of Kristian’s lush ass after having cum inside Kristian twice. Kristian lay there on the bed, gasping for air. Thor had absorbed his afternoon lessons so thoroughly that his fingers had driven Kristian into a nonstop wave of orgasms that went on and on. He couldn’t tell by watching whether Kristian had cum three times or seven, or if it was all just one super-orgasm that only stopped once the convulsions used up all the energy in this devoted bottom boy’s body. “What in heaven’s name did you just do to me?” Those were Kristian’s first words once he’d recovered his breath and gotten a good look at the huge pools of his own sperm all over his chest and belly. But Thor was too busy to answer. He was already down between Kristian’s upraised knees, sucking his own flood of cream out of the ass he had just bred and filled. At last he came up from that job, drooled all that cum out into the pools on Kristian’s body, and said, “Dessert, anyone?” “Give me some of that mixed cream sauce.” Thor spent the next ten minutes licking up all the spooge on Kristian’s abdomen, swilling it around in his mouth, and then sharing it with Kristian in intense, sloppy snowball kisses. “So was that what you learned from Abdul this afternoon?” “I hope so. I did my best to put it all into action.” “Even if that’s just an imitation of the master, I can see why you raved so much about him.” Thor smiled contentedly as he slurped up the last big mouthful of semen off Kristian’s body, which was still quivering from every touch of his tongue. As he did so, he was thinking that his budget, once he got home, could probably stand a weekend trip to Copenhagen in the not-too-distant future.

Chapter 7: Happy New Year! Raucous laughter resounded through the dining area. The festive New Year’s Eve dinner was well under way, and with several unusual features. For the first time this week, there was no buffet. Instead, the special deluxe meal was being served course by course, with everyone ordering from a menu. Another new approach was the seating plan. The entire party – apprentices and senior members – were all seated on both sides of a single large table, laid out in a horseshoe shape. Also, for the first time since the fall meeting, places were assigned – and the entire party was arranged so that none of the apprentices were seated next to other apprentices. Nor were any of them seated next to or across from their sponsoring senior members. As Shawn put it, talking to Thor across and down the table, “Someone planned this very carefully.” The weather all day had been at its spectacular Caribbean best, with the perfect combination of blazing sunshine and pleasant breezes. Equally pleasant was the printed announcement placed under the door of their suites that morning which stated that afternoon visiting hours were cancelled for today. Instead, everyone was invited to participate in a sunset toast on the terrace at 7:00 pm, followed by dinner inside, and then the New Year’s Eve party. The final sentence of the notice certainly caught his eye. Dress Code for Toast, Dinner and Party: Brief Swimwear, Thongs, Leather Gear, or Jockstraps ONLY. As the men all assembled on the terrace, Thor realized that this was the first time he had seen all the senior members with their regular clothes off. The apprentices had certainly made full use of their time in the sun all week, and the delectable tans on their bodies proved it. But there were a number of senior members who had stuck to their rooms for long periods of time, and Thor had never seen them without shirts and trousers. Some of the front and back views he was now taking in for the first time were very eye-catching indeed. Thor wasn’t concerned. He knew that he was looking his best in a new thong which he had bought and packed specifically for an occasion like this. The bright electric blue material showed off his smooth, firm ass and its tanlines to perfection, and was no less generous in highlighting his cock and balls in front. When they all moved into the dining room, he was more acutely conscious of the fact that he had been seated right smack in between Raul and Ramon, both of them looking formidable and spectacular in custom leather briefs and straps. This hot look had Thor busy wondering if [1] this seating was intentional and [2] if it had been requested or suggested by the twins and [3] if this meant that he was going to spend the entire night being repeatedly forced down and power-pumped full of Mexican twin leather sperm. So, his conversation was a bit stilted. But part of his mind forced him to pay due attention to the others in his immediate vicinity at the big table. Across at the other side of the horseshoe, he spotted Farouk, coincidentally (or not) seated right next to Lars. His eye roamed around, taking note of other wealthy men who had not yet come to see him, and admiring those who were closest to his own ideal of hot male perfection. The twins in fact were side by side with Dimitar at the head of that list. As he thought that, he caught sight of Dimitar, his arm draped across the shoulder of Luke, the short-guy champion of the entire group. Thor chuckled to himself at the mental image of Dimitar’s giant cock trying to penetrate the ass of a 1.6-metre-tall guy who wasn’t much bigger around than the tool invading him. Pure porn flick material, that vision. Thor’s hottest imaginings fell short of reality when the whole group shifted to the party room after dinner. This was going to be a party where all possibilities were open and all cards on the table – and sure enough, there were even a couple of tables set up for anyone who felt like taking a turn at poker while relaxing from other kinds of poker. The dance floor, the DJ station, the colourful flashing lights, the giant speakers – all of those were predictable. But that was only one part of the room. Other parts had cozy, semi-private booth seating like a go-go bar. Over at the far side, there was a series of curtained cubicles variously set up with a fuck bench, a sling, a slurp ramp, and – sure enough, a St. Andrew’s cross and a rack of various whips, floggers, and other accessories. At the back, there was a doorway with a sign over it that said “Dark Room” for those who really wanted the anonymous experience. Next to it was another door which led to a sauna, steam room, and even a sizable hot tub on an enclosed terrace outside the building. As he was studying all these possibilities, Shawn nudged his elbow and said, “Holy shit – this guy even has his own private bathhouse!” That made both of them laugh, but only for a second. Shawn had his hand on Thor’s basket, working hard to bring his cock to full erection as soon as possible. Thor’s surprise showed on his face. “Is this legal?” “I asked. Yeah, we’re allowed to play with anyone we want to for tonight. And I want.” With that, he dragged Thor into one of the booths, dropped to his knees, and started sucking on Thor’s bulging thong. In moments, he had Thor’s tool out of the thong and into his throat. Thor looked around, seeing other guys heading for the dance floor or over to the playrooms. His dick jumped in Shawn’s throat at the sight on one of the other apprentices getting tied up to the St. Andrew’s cross by the twins. Some of the guys on the dance floor were already going beyond just making out, with hands sliding down to crotches or into ass cracks and even the minimal clothing falling away onto the floor. Shawn came up from his crotch, pushing his face up against Thor’s ear to be heard over the loud music. “I want you in my ass, now. Ream my fuckhole wide open and pump your babies into me.” Never one to refuse such an alluring invitation, Thor shoved Shawn down onto his back on the booth seat. Shawn obediently raised his legs into the air. Thor took a hefty squirt from one of the convenient bottles of lube placed all around the huge room, spread it all around his rigid cock and fingered the rest into Shawn’s hole. Then he planted his tool against Shawn’s hole. “”Fucking shove it inside me.” Thor gave a sharp thrust with his hips and got over half his tool into Shawn at once. He then leaned hard and forced the rest inside in just a few more seconds. Shawn was hissing and gasping for air, after having the wind knocked out of him by the sudden forceful entry. Wasting no time, Thor began force-fucking Shawn at once. This redheaded muscle stud was definitely his type when he got horny, and he was prepared to fuck Shawn fast and hard. And Shawn wanted it. “Fuck, yeah! Harder, man, harder!” Thor was pounding away on Shawn full speed now, driving deep and straight and fast into the hot manhole under him. Shawn was clutching and grabbing at his body, doing his best to push Thor even farther into his ass. All at once, Shawn’s eyes began rolling up in his head and he gasped, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Cumming!” He hadn’t even touched his own dick, but it was erupting, spraying cream wildly around as Thor pounded right down on top of him, forcing his way to his own orgasm. Before Shawn had even finished shooting, Thor exploded, blowing a huge load of his sperm deep inside Shawn’s muscle butt. He collapsed, gasping, across Shawn’s chest, both of them straining to get air inside their lungs after that first, furious fuck of the night. At last, Thor uncoupled and stood up, a little shakily. He looked down with considerable pride at the sight of his cum slowly squeezing out of Shawn’s ass. He got down on his knees and gave Shawn a considerate tongue bath to get him nice and clean for his next adventure. In turn, Shawn took a few minutes to suck Thor’s cock clean of the cream and ass juices. They parted company with a hug and a kiss, then both set off in search of further fun. Over the next hour or so, Thor got into some heavy hand play on the dance floor, cumming again as one of the senior members fingered his hole. He then wandered off to the steam room, where he found small group lying on the floor, busily engaged in a rimming circle. He got into the circle with them and enjoyed that for a while. Then he moved on to the hot tub, where a senior member unknown to him, whose name was François, sat on his lap and rode on his cock while he jacked the dicks of the two guys sitting either side of him. After a few minutes, François took Thor inside and led him to the fuck bench. “I like to fuck your ass on the bench, lying on your face.” Thor thought that sounded fine. He lay down on the bench, presenting his ass for yet another man to enjoy. Before long, he was spread out, legs and arms hanging down, while François did vigorous pushups on top of him, thrusting deep down inside him each time. His cock was just the right size to keep hitting the button on every single thrust, and before long Thor was drifting off into an ecstatic sexual trance with the endless sensations. In no time, he felt his cum oozing out of him onto the bench underneath his body. Just then, a cock pressed against his lips. He opened up and took it in, down his throat, and sucked on it as François pounded out his orgasm inside Thor’s ass. Then he pulled out, came around to Thor’s head, and said, “He’s ready for you now, Rahim.” Then he pushed his slimy cock against Thor’s mouth, and said, “Clean me up, boy.” Thor obediently sucked the juices off the still-hard cock as he felt Rahim sliding into his open, wet hole. François stepped away, and another cock presented itself for him. This one felt familiar in his mouth. “Well, I never thought I’d see you on the fuck bench, Thor.” Thor giggled for a moment, and then renewed his mouth attack on Farouk, while Rahim silently pounded away at his hole. Rahim came inside him, and again there was a switch. Thor began cleaning the cock slime off Rahim’s tool while Farouk entered him. As that generous tool widened his opening, he started cumming again. And so it went. Another man took Rahim’s place, and then another. Somewhere along the line, someone had fitted Thor’s wrists and ankles into the padded restraints attached to the legs of the bench. He was strapped down, on a fuck bench, in a party room where everybody was all wound up on whatever secret ingredients had been in the food all week, and the line of rampant cocks seeking to breed his hole became endless and numberless. He lost count of the cocks and loads, of the number of times he’d cum himself. He lost track of the time, drifting away in a nonstop erotic haze. As if from a great distance, he heard a voice saying, “Wonder how many loads he’s taken? When I was eating his hole, it just wouldn’t stop coming out.” Finally, someone called a halt. Hands released his restraints, and strong arms helped him to stand up. After a few moments he felt his head clearing, as he looked up into the anxious eyes of Lars. “You okay? You were down there for a long time.” “I think so. It’s gonna hurt like hell tomorrow, though.” Lars laughed. “I didn’t want you to miss the midnight countdown.” Everyone was assembling in a big circle on the dance floor. They stood shoulder to shoulder, the whole huge crew of nearly sixty horny, naked men, counting down the seconds to midnight, with each man firmly gripping the erect cock of the man on his right. “Ten… nine… eight… seven….” The voices rang out in unison, everyone shouting at the top of their lungs. Then: “Three… two… one… HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!” And then, on the stroke of midnight, everyone began madly jerking at top speed, each one trying to make the guy on his right cum again. The hands moved faster and faster, the cocks oozed juice, the men felt their muscles straining to hang on but also yearning to let it go. Suddenly a voice rang out: “All right, Shawn!” Thor’s head snapped to the right and he saw the redhead, his face all screwed up in ecstasy, as another bolt of cum flew out of his rigid tool. That was all it took. By the time another splatter hit the floor, Thor had begun cumming too. The smell of fresh man cream filled the air as loads sprayed out and dropped onto the floor all around the circle. The special cooking was so effective that it took less than two minutes for everyone in the entire group to blast off. Even the older ones were cumming hard enough to shoot high into the air and come down onto the floor with an audible “splat”. Once the huge circle jerk ended, the waiters (also naked or close to it, and also with raging erections) came around with glasses of champagne and everyone toasted the New Year in. Then the party slowly dispersed, with most of the guys heading for places to sit down and catch a bit of second wind before the action resumed – but only to catch their breath. The raging erections all over the room were nowhere near ready to fold yet. Thor wandered out to the hot tub and sat there with Lars and a couple of the other young fellows whom he had never really gotten to know earlier in the week. Miles was a hard-toned jock, a former Olympic swimmer, and Benny was a handsome Filipino with an engaging sense of humour. After about fifteen minutes, Lars said, “Okay, lads, that’s enough rest time. Who’s going to take my cock first?” Benny volunteered without hesitation, and in moments Lars had him bent over the rim of the tub and was eating his ass at full speed and with full intention. Thor and Miles sat, watching and rubbing themselves, and then began making out and groping each other. Once Lars got his cock inside Benny’s thoroughly loosened hole and began pumping, he turned to look at the others. “Fuck train. One of you get your cock inside me, now.” Thor waved Miles forward, and the stalwart Olympian soon had his nine inches sinking inside Lars. Thor in turn slid behind Miles and began eating ass. To his instant delight, a collection of someone’s sperm oozed out to coat his tongue as he sucked at the hole. Meanwhile, Lars was sliding back and forth between Miles and Benny, enjoying the sensations of fucking and being fucked all at once. But it got to be too much very quickly. All the action they’d had already tonight couldn’t stop them from erupting quickly yet again. Benny, a natural-born bottom if there ever was one, squealed loudly and shot a load out over the rim of the tub. The contractions of his ass brought Lars right up to the brink, and Thor recognized the distinctive moan Lars gave out as he shot – a long-drawn “Jaa…aa…aa…aa” which slid down a musical scale. As soon as Lars came, Miles as quickly exploded inside his ass. As they slowly calmed down, Lars snapped to Miles, “Stay inside me.” That gave Thor his cue. He stood up, wiped his pre-cum around his cockhead and embedded his rigid length deep inside Miles in one thrust. Miles groaned, “Yeah, Thor, fuck me.” Thor did his best, but he only lasted for another minute or so before he gasped out, “Cumming…” as his cock convulsed, filling Miles yet again with sperm. After that, they finally calmed down a bit. In due course, Miles and Benny moved off in search of more adventures. Thor, though, settled back into the tub, cuddling up against Lars who didn’t seem to mind at all. “So, Lars, after this big night, what happens next?” Lars laughed. “Do you really expect me to start answering questions now?” “No, but there’s no harm in trying.” “Very true. Your questions will be answered with one more memo that will slide under our door in the morning”. “That can’t be too far off now.” They both laughed. “Oh, this party isn’t over yet. I’m going to crawl out now and go looking for more fun. You surely can’t be ready to quit yet.” “I guess not.” “What you should do is look for any of the club members you haven’t encountered yet – tonight and tomorrow afternoon and evening. That’s my best advice for you.” “Sounds sensible.” Lars moved off, and Thor climbed out of the hot water and started looking around. Back inside the party room, he spotted Benny, now riding a pair of cocks in one of the booths. He headed over that way and fed his cock into Benny’s mouth, giving him some stimulation at the other end from the two hot daddies who were double fucking him. Even after so much exercise, Benny was still more than capable of giving a fabulous deep-throat blowjob, and Thor enjoyed his skills to the full. In about ten minutes, Thor blasted off into Benny’s throat at the same time that one of the two men fucking him was cumming. That guy pulled out, and Benny leaned over to clean his cock off. With the other guy still busy in his ass, Thor settled down over the older man’s head, letting him eat ass while he fucked ass. When the older guy came inside Benny and then pulled out, Thor bent down and cleaned off his cock. Then the four of them moved into close formation, swapping the combined sperm and ass juices around their four open mouths. It was now around 2:30 in the morning, and Thor realized that his cock had actually begun to grow softer. He twitched it a few times with his hand before noticing other men at the party doing the same. He quickly guessed that the “secret ingredients” in the dinner had finally begun to wear off after seven hours or so. It also occurred to him that he was beginning to feel sleepy. It had been a long and full day indeed. He joined the crowd moving slowly towards the exit. As he did so, he realized that Lars was joining him from the other side. Farouk and Abdul fell into place right behind them. Just like an old country dance, but in reverse, with the couples forming up again instead of splitting apart. By the time they had finished showering and drying off back in their suite, Thor was actually yawning as he applied more of the special ointment to his overworked hole. He caught himself yawning, felt self-conscious for just a moment, and then saw Lars doing it too. The time was close to half past three when Thor and Lars crawled into bed, pulling up the covers, and then snuggling in together before letting sleep claim them. “I’ll bet you never had a New Year’s party like that one before, Thor.” “You got that right.” The chuckles from that question and answer quickly morphed into the slow, quiet breathing of exhausted sleep.

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Chapter 6 The More the Merrier On the afternoon of the day after his visit with Dimitar, Thor had another unusual encounter. Instead of one of the hot-to-trot moneymen, it was the Club Governor’s executive assistant, soberly dressed in suit and tie, who entered his room just after five o’clock. “Thor, you are to follow me.” Thor got up, grabbed his bag of supplies, and followed him, not troubling to hide his enthusiastic erection. He was thinking: Why bother? After all, everyone here knows what the score is. What startled him was that the executive assistant led him two doors down the hall, and opened the door of another room, which Thor knew was the room assigned to Farouk. Hmm, a coincidence? They walked in, and saw the Club Governor, naked except for a jock strap, kneeling on the bed and plainly engaged in sucking Farouk’s cock. The executive assistant whispered in his ear, “Lie on the bed beside Farouk.” Then he left, shutting the door quietly behind him. Thor got into position as instructed. Within moments, the Governor dropped Farouk’s rigid tool and switched to Thor’s equally hard cannon. He sucked Thor for a time and then switched back and forth between the two erect young tools, being sure to taste the precum leaking out of both of them. After a couple of minutes of this, he pulled back, eyed Thor and Farouk with a look whose intensity surprised both of them, and barked, “All right, boys, get working. I shouldn’t have to be the one doing all the hard part here!” The harsh, commanding tone of the words was belied by the twinkle in his eye as he snapped out his orders. Farouk promptly scrambled to his knees, got around behind the Governor, pulled down the jockstrap, and started digging into the older man’s ass with his tongue. Thor, for his part, promptly reversed position and slid under the man so he could work on the Governor’s cock while the Governor returned to his rod. Thor was enjoying his end of the assignment. The Governor’s erection had just the slightest amount of curve to it and slid with easy precision right down into Thor’s throat when sucked in the 69 position like this. As for Farouk, he was finding the Governor’s ass both firmer in the muscles than he would have expected from an older man and tighter in the hole than he thought a thorough bottom should have been. Eating that ass and digging into that hole was a total pleasure, and one that he felt Thor should be able to share. The Governor, meanwhile, was moaning and groaning almost nonstop with all the stimulation to two of his main pleasure centers. In just a few more minutes, Thor found himself heaving his hips up and down, pumping his cock into the sucking mouth. His own moans were getting louder and more rhythmic too, as was his breathing, and it was plain that he was working his way up to blasting off. That’s when the Governor suddenly pulled up and away. “Just one rule with me, lads. No one is allowed to cum except as far inside my ass as they can push their dicks.” With those words, he flopped down on his back, raising his legs into the air to expose his hole. Thor muttered, “Fuck! I was just about to cum!” Ever considerate of his friend, Farouk moved out of the way, letting Thor have first dibs. As Thor spit on his tool and rubbed it up and down over the Governor’s hole, Farouk spun around and sat down on the Governor’s face, letting the man have some fun eating his ass for a change. The Governor was embedded deep in Farouk’s ass crack, his tongue shoving into Farouk’s tight hole, when Thor made his move. “Ufff!” The Governor’s response, muffled in between Farouk’s glutes, showed that he had felt the rigid rod being pressed into his fuck tunnel. That hole quickly loosened and welcomed Thor inside, and Thor wasted no time in setting to work. He had that abortive cumshot and orgasm all prepped and ready to go, and he was damn well going to get his rocks off before the boss changed his mind again. He was also quite sure that cumming twice would be no problem. At once, Thor began pumping vigorously and deeply into the strong ass under him, and in less than a minute he let out a loud “Fuck!” as his cock went into spasms, erupting repeatedly into the warm cavern. Farouk let him have just enough time to recover his breath, and then yelled, “Switch! I’m about to cum too!” Thor quickly scrambled out of Farouk’s way, turned himself around, and settled down onto the Governor’s eager face just as Farouk shoved his way inside the hole, eliciting another loud “Ufff” from the Governor. The man gamely went to work on Thor’s hole; Thor didn’t mind at all. He was enjoying the sensations in his butt almost as much as he was enjoying the spectacle of Farouk’s muscles flexing as he slam-fucked the Governor with his whole generous length at top speed. By now, the Governor was moaning and crying “Fuck!” nonstop while Farouk pounded him. Thor found he was already grasping and jacking his own cock again at the spectacle of Farouk driving himself towards the finish line. And then it happened. Farouk gave one more fierce thrust, buried his entire cock inside the Governor’s body and kept rabbit-punching the man’s hole as his cock exploded, pumping out a flood of sperm. The combined loads were squeezing out of the fuckhole around Farouk’s tool even as he tried to force more of it inside. The stimulation of all those slam-fuck hits on his gland drove the Governor over the edge, and his cock fountained up high, hitting Farouk in the face before splashing down over Thor’s back and shoulders. Farouk and Thor dismounted, and the Governor rolled over and sat up. “Sorry to do this to you fellows, it’s been great, but I have some work I need to get back to.” “Damn, I had another load just getting into firing position.” Thor even surprised himself by complaining like that to the boss of the whole wild enterprise, even though he was laughing as he did so. Farouk looked startled too. But the Governor laughed in turn. “Tell you what,” he said, “Eat the rest of that slime out of my ass and then we’ll hit the shower and you can fuck me again there. I love taking it while I’m standing under the shower.” Thor promptly dived down, got his tongue into the Governor’s ass, and sucked out a healthy portion of his and Farouk’s mingled sperm, swallowing it all with evident relish. The Governor laughed again, led the way to the shower, and the three of them got wet all over. Then Thor slid his raging cock back inside the Governor again, feeling even more acutely the control that the older man had over his hole, remarkable indeed for someone his age. It took only a minute for Thor to blow his second load deep inside the ecstatic Governor’s ass, and then the three of them enjoyed the feeling of soaping up and rinsing each other at a slow and relaxing tempo. After he was dressed to leave, the Governor spoke again. “I’m sorry I had to cut this short. You two fellows gave me a session that I’m going to remember fondly for a long time!” He proceeded to hand each of them a two-thousand-euro token, and then added, “You’ve earned a rest. You can both go off duty until dinnertime, and then you can walk yourselves down to dinner. I’ll mark both your doors as ‘Locked’ when I leave.” They both thanked him as he hugged and kissed them goodbye. And then they were alone together, for the first time all week. They looked at each other, chuckling. But it was Farouk who first put the idea into words, although – as it happened -- they were both thinking the same thing at the same time. “This is so weird. You came twice, and I was pretty close to that point myself. I came four times yesterday, four times the day before that. You?” “About the same, Farouk. Sure, I get horny all the time, and can usually cum on demand, but shooting off this many times, day after day, and having a huge wad of cum every single time, that’s not usual.” “Same. After two I’d expect to shoot just a dribble. Like I said, it’s weird.” “Well, Lars said something to me the other day about them keeping us in top fighting condition. I wonder if they’re putting some special herbs or something like that into the food?” “That would explain it, for sure.” Thor resolved to bring up the topic at dinner. He was sure that other apprentices were wondering about the same thing, but he was also hoping to winkle a hint of some kind out of the senior apprentices who were experienced at this Christmas Club gathering. But that was for later. Right now, he had something else on his mind. He drew Farouk over to the bed and pulled him down onto the sheets with a determined hand. Farouk laughed at him. “All that, and you’re still fucking horny? And here, I thought I was bad!” Thor smiled, drew Farouk closer to him, and began kissing him, stroking his body gently, caressing him all over. “No. You are a very good man, Farouk. I thought today might be a good opportunity to help you become even better.” Farouk grew silent and serious at once. “I don’t know, Thor.” “No force, no compulsion. Only if you want it, if you’re willing to try.” “I’d like to try, some time. It feels weird, swapping stories with so many guys who give and take, who love to lay a load inside someone else or get themselves filled up. And I’ve spent so many years trying to avoid it.” “Farouk, that ‘sometime’ could be right now if you want to go for it. Look at the plus signs. We’re friends, we’ve shared a lot with each other even if we haven’t known each other for very long. You can trust me, and I think you do. And now we’ve been given a good solid hour and a half of alone time. This could be your golden opportunity.” Suddenly, Farouk made up his mind. “Yes. If I could pick anyone to introduce me to it, I’d have picked you. And yes, all the signs are positive.” With that, he rolled onto his face, presenting Thor with his smooth brown ass. Thor dived right in and went to work, caressing Farouk all over his crack and his cheeks while he let his fingertip gently stroke Farouk’s tight hole. He could feel the characteristic rougher surface which told him that this wasn’t a virgin hole, even though it was clamped shut as tightly as if it had never been penetrated. That’s when he added his tongue into the action, washing down Farouk’s crack and teasing his hole with kisses. Thor’s mind was full of the horror story Farouk had endured as a teen, and he was determined to do nothing that could worsen his friend’s long-held trauma. It took a while, but Thor got his reward. As he worked away, he could feel the knot of fear and anxiety slowly loosen. He doubled his efforts with tongue and finger, moving faster but still gently and with care. The hole loosened some more, and Thor knew it was time to start pressing inwards with a fingertip. He pushed gently, still licking and sucking at Farouk’s ass, and suddenly the hole loosened more and his finger slid in. Thor held it steadily, twisting it and flexing it easily as Farouk’s hole slowly got used to these new feelings, feelings which weren’t in any way associated with fear or violence or rage or his broken soul. Hard as it might be for an outsider to imagine, Thor’s single finger was unlocking the long night of anguish which Farouk had suffered. The handsome Egyptian was finally having an experience in which his ass became a center of pleasure for him. Now, Thor began slowly pumping his finger in and out, sliding it down until it was almost out of the hole, and then penetrating until his hand came up against the ring. Farouk had now begun moaning, not out of pain but out of excitement. Thor slowly ramped up his efforts, moving his finger in and out faster, and then adding a second finger and carefully speeding it up even more. And then Farouk spoke again. “Ohhh, fuck, Thor. That feels incredible. I never knew it could be like this. Please, let me feel more. I’m ready. I want you inside me now!” “Only if you’re sure, Farouk.” “I’m sure. I want your cock!” “Okay, but if it gets too painful or you change your mind, you tell me right away. I don’t want to hurt you at all.” Farouk nodded agreement, and Thor rolled over, landing on his back. He looked up at Farouk’s eager, handsome face, and gestured to his erect cock, giving a clear invitation to Farouk to hop on and ride. And Farouk, for his part, was so overwhelmed by the incredible sensations of having another man actually make love to his ass instead of abusing it that he quickly got into position, planted Thor’s head against his hole, and leaned back and down with no hesitation. He knew it was the right time, the right place, and – especially – the right man. It took only a minute or so. Farouk’s long-clenched hole was ready to open, and as he felt the first pressure from Thor’s head he relaxed at once and slid slowly but with determination past the head. He kept moving gently up and down and around, stirring his hole into a real welcome. After several minutes, he continued pressing as his ass slowly slid all the way down Thor’s shaft until his butt landed on Thor’s hips – and his hole was full of man meat for only the second time in his life. After several more minutes of working slowly up and down, Farouk slid off and lay down on his back. Thor took the hint, getting into position and taking charge. But he slid his tool into Farouk’s hole slowly, and kept moving in and out slowly and deliberately, checking frequently to make sure that Farouk’s face still wore that completely blissed-out expression. Then he leaned down close to Farouk so they could kiss as Thor fucked him. “Fuck, Thor, this feels amazing. I love it. Give me more.” “You want it all?” “Yeah. And harder. I’m ready for you to really slam me.” Thor began picking up speed, putting real force behind his thrusts. Farouk kept moaning louder and louder as the pace of Thor’s fucking increased. “More… more… fuck me like you mean it!” Thor got up on his extended arms in a full push-up position and proceeded to slam-fuck Farouk as hard as he could go. As he pounded straight down into his friend’s ass, Farouk’s moans and cries of ecstasy got louder and more insistent. His hands were on Thor’s ass now, pulling him down and in with greater force at every stroke. Thor could feel Farouk’s hole clutching and grabbing at him, as he ratcheted all the way up to cumshot speed. “Fuck… fuck… fuck… you’re gonna make me fucking cum!” Farouk’s cry lit Thor’s fuse as well. Farouk’s rigid tool suddenly lifted up and blasted off a rocket-launch of cream. The intense pressure clenching at his cock sucked Thor over the brink too, and he blew another epic load into Farouk’s newfound hole as Farouk kept crying out and convulsing under him. Finally, the insane energy of their coupling ebbed away. As Thor slowed to a halt, he noticed that Farouk’s face was now streaked with tear tracks. At once he was all concern. “Shit, man, did I hurt you?” Farouk opened his eyes wide and smiled up at his friend. “It hurts, but it’s a good kind of hurt, the kind I’ve been wondering about and wanting for years. And it felt so awesome. I’ve never cum so crazy before, and without even touching my dick, or anyone else touching me. Thank you.” Thor lay down beside Farouk, and the two of them embraced, cuddling, kissing, and laughing at the sheer uncontrolled energy which had driven their fucking. It was Farouk who put the feeling into words. “Okay, Thor, now we definitely need to find out what they’re putting in the food.” And they both laughed again. Thor’s phone beeped, and he noted the time as he dismissed the message. “It’s getting near dinner time now. Let’s get cleaned up.” Another long, luxurious shower was followed by the ritual of underdressing for dinner. Farouk pulled out a bright red thong swimsuit which Thor hadn’t seen before. It did everything in the world for his spectacular ass. Thor went with a pair of brief undershorts that thrust his cock up and forward to catch any viewer’s eye. “Damn, Thor. The bulge in that brief’s enough to make me want to tear it right off you now and go for Round Two”. Thor laughed as he shook his head. “Uh-uh. Naughty boy. You need to get plenty of proper nutrition into you so you’re ready for whatever, um, hard work tonight will bring.” Farouk laughed, then turned serious again. Drawing Thor close, he spoke in solemn earnest. “Thor, what we just did – you healed me and set me free. Thank you.” He kissed Thor deeply. It was Thor’s turn for his eyes to get wet. When they reached the dining room, most of the others had arrived and conversation was in full swing. Thor and Farouk had to sit at separate tables, since the apprentice tables had only one vacant seat each. Thor found to his amusement that the chatter at his table had already turned to the whole question of what, if anything, was being put into the food. Several of the guys complained that they had trouble calming themselves down enough to get to sleep at night. One of them, Shawn, was already notorious for going crazy on the dessert table every night, always returning with double servings of the home baking of the day. “Look out, guys, it must be in that apple pie if Shawn keeps getting those kinds of problems!” Everyone laughed, including Shawn. At the far end, the Governor was exchanging a few words with Lars and Abdul. He hadn’t noticed any signs of anything beyond casual friendship while he was with Thor and Farouk that afternoon, but he urged both the sponsors to keep an eye on the situation, just in case. Back in his own room, Thor pondered the words Farouk had spoken. He was concerned. He also remembered how Farouk had spoken of wanting a closer connection to one man. Thor himself was no more ready for a relationship, or even a situationship, than Lars had been. He was determined to remain friendly but avoid any more erotic contact with Farouk for the rest of the week. Thor had gotten himself thoroughly washed, cleaned, douched, erect, and ready for anything when his evening visitor hours began. He looked up to see one of the twins entering the room. He knew that their names were Ramon and Raul, but he didn’t know how to tell which one had moved into his space – not that it mattered. A few seconds later, the other twin walked in. As these two prime specimens of Latin male undressed, Thor took in their beautiful smooth brown skin, their handsome faces, their muscular arms, legs, and bodies, and the thick curving tools that he finally got to see hanging between their thighs. He knew from dinner time conversations that these guys were both dedicated tops, who loved to fuck ass, spitroast, and even DP with a younger man. Well, Thor was ready. He scrambled up onto his knees, and went to the first twin, sucking that big cock into his mouth and feeling it instantly getting bigger and harder. Before he swallowed the tool for a third time, he felt another mouth going to work on his crack and his hole. Over the next few minutes, he went back and forth several times, turning around repeatedly so each of the twins could get access to his mouth and his ass. After a few rounds of that, they pulled Thor to his feet and knelt down in front of and behind him. Soon, Thor was getting his dick swallowed deep in front while his hole was being eaten out and tongue-fucked with even more determination – and skill. Thor had never yet encountered anyone who was such a virtuoso of oral sexual skill. Again, the twins spun him around and he learned that their faces and bodies weren’t the only respect in which they were identical. Before long, these two experts had him just about hanging on the ropes with their busy mouths, and they hadn’t even begun to fuck him yet. Finally, one of them spoke. “Ramon, you first.” Now he knew which was which. Raul left Thor’s cock behind, standing up and kissing him with plenty of tongue, while reaching down to pull his cheeks apart. In seconds, Ramon had begun pressing his cockhead into Thor’s hole. Thor relaxed and opened out, but Ramon still challenged him by pushing hard and deep almost before he knew what was happening. Advance reports of the twins’ aggressive tactics weren’t exaggerated. In no time flat, Ramon had worked up to full fucking speed in Thor’s ass, stretching his hole as he drove deep and fast and hard. Thor could tell that Ramon was ready to cum now, and Thor knew he was about to get bred deep and full. The real surprise was that after just minutes, he was almost ready to shoot as well. Raul left Thor’s mouth long enough to ask a question. “You ready to cum, boy?” “Yes… sir!” Thor had to suck in a gasping breath between the words. “Give to me!” Raul dropped on his knees again, taking Thor’s jumping dick into his mouth once more as he jacked his own cock. Behind Thor, Ramon was pounding his ass at jackhammer speed, grunting his pleasure as he rose swiftly to the peak. And then it happened. Within seconds of each other, Ramon growled loud and low as he exploded inside Thor’s ass. Feeling the warmth spreading inside him, Thor as quickly erupted into Raul’s mouth. As his cock fired, he felt more warmth as Raul’s load spilled out all over his feet. Raul stood up, plainly swirling Thor’s load around in his mouth. “How does his cream taste?” Ramon asked. “Come and find out.” Ramon slipped out of Thor, stepped around to the side, and Thor watched as the twins eagerly launched into a wild snowball kiss, swapping Thor’s hot cream between them before each one swallowed a portion. Raul quickly moved back into aggressive top mode. “Clean my feet, boy.” Thor didn’t mind at all. He got onto his knees, and with care and precision licked up all of Raul’s spilled cream off his feet. It tasted great. “Now, clean my cock. Get it ready to go inside your ass.” Thor quickly swallowed Raul’s cock to the base, then bobbed up and down on it, making sure to get all of the shaft as wet as possible. When Raul was ready, he grabbed Thor by the shoulders, pulled him up, twisted him around, and flung him, face down, across the bed. He leaped right after Thor like a pouncing leopard, pinning his prey down and quickly thrusting his thick cock into Thor’s hole. Even loosened as he was, Thor had to muffle a scream at this sudden vicious invasion. “Ramon, get over here and shut this fucker up.” Ramon scrambled onto the bed, slapped his cock across Thor’s face, and growled, “Open up and take this one, boy.” Pinned down as he was, Thor had no choice but to obey. He opened his mouth wide, dropped his jaw as far as he could, and let Ramon face-fuck him with as much force as he wanted. As he struggled with the two giant-size dicks spit-roasting him, Thor took several minutes to look up. When he did, he could plainly see his two masters leaning across his back and wildly kissing each other again. Thor’s ass was on fire, his throat was aching, but he kept up his valiant fight to take all of that cock, hoping to end the party sooner rather than later. It was a vain hope. Having come once, the twins were definitely in for the long haul this time. Thor had no choice but to hang on and endure the vicious thrusts from in front and behind. But suddenly, the powerhouse fucking in his throat and ass came to a dead stop. Thor looked up. “Two in one?” Raul’s question wasn’t directed at him. “I’m in.” Neither was Ramon’s reply. Thor had just one second to realize the awful truth. Oh, shit, no, I’ve never done this! Before his panic could get any farther into full terror mode, Raul grasped his body like a rag doll, and then rolled over, bringing Thor up on top of him, legs flailing uselessly in the air and cock still embedded in his ass. Ramon moved in and, before Thor could even squirm in protest, he shoved his underwear into Thor’s mouth and then proceeded to stuff his cock into Thor’s hole, right on top of his brother’s equally huge, rigid dick. Thor let out a gurgle. It was all the scream he could get out of his mouth which was clogged with Ramon’s ripe briefs, tasting of old sweat, piss, and cum. The twins came to rest, their two cocks shoved deep inside Thor’s ass. Thor knew he had no choice but to go along for the ride, so he did his best to breathe deeply through his nose as he tried in vain to ignore the screaming ache in his hole, so abruptly stretched far wider than it had ever been before. Although he didn’t see it, Ramon was actually signaling to his brother to stop and wait for a minute or two. Raul was plainly a lot closer than his twin, and Ramon wanted to maintain their personal rule of always cumming right at the same moment when they were fucking a guy’s ass together. It was their favourite way to finish off a DP session. Thor’s hole gradually got used to the massive intrusion. Just at the point when he was feeling less like moaning and more like screaming, Ramon started to move, pumping his dick slowly in and out while Raul held still and let him do the work. After a couple of minutes of this, Raul began to work his cock too. Before long, the two of them were thoroughly fucking their newest bottom boytoy, moving in alternate thrusts so that their two cocks would rub against each other’s shafts as they worked their way in and out. Thor was starting to feel a bit more comfortable, too. He was floating in a kind of supreme bottom trance, filled and fulfilled all at the same time. He was moaning, yes, but in pleasure now rather than in agony. The twins were hitting buttons that had never been hit before, not even by Dimitar, and opening up new horizons for Thor in the universe of taking cock. Now, the twins wanted to change up their position. As soon as Ramon slipped out of his hole, Thor felt a gaping emptiness. He felt even emptier a moment later when Raul also pulled out. His ass had never gaped so widely, and it simply refused to close. That was just as well. After a few moments of scrambling around, the twins had gotten on their backs, legs interlaced, cocks jammed up against each other and sticking straight up into the air. Thor didn’t need a diagram to know what to do next. He was in desperate lust, he had to get those cocks back inside his ass, and he was all set to do it as soon as possible. “Fuck!” With that single exclamation, Thor swung his leg over Raul’s imposing thighs, planted his ass against the two red, dripping cockheads and slowly forced his way back down until both of them were inside his body again. Then he began to ride. Up and down he moved, rising and falling faster as he found the right pace that let him work those two big tools without losing either one of them. As Thor worked his tormented ass on those twin cocks, the soundtrack from the two hot guys under him assured him that he was on the right track. “Fuck, this guy’s hot.” “So fuckin good. He’s squeezing me so hard.” “Greatest DP bitch ever.” “Right. Hot fuckin bitch boy.” “Gonna paint his insides.” “Right with you, bro!” Thor worked his ass muscles as hard as he could go, considering the huge strain that Raul and Ramon were placing on his ring. Soon enough, he heard the words that signaled the impending end of his torment. “Gonna fuckin cum!” “Right. Fucking fill his hole up. Let me feel you.” Thor bounced again, once, twice, three times… and on the third bounce one of the rigid dicks inside him convulsed, laying a huge pool of spooge inside his gaping ass. Almost before he could realize that he’d been bred, the other cock let go, its owner stimulated and overwhelmed by the sensation of hot cream flowing over his sensitive dickhead. Thor jammed himself down as hard as he could manage on top of the two thick meat sticks flexing, pulsing, exploding inside him. At last, the twins’ orgasms ebbed away, their cocks slowly softened (about bloody time! Thor thought), and the tools slipped, one by one, out of Thor’s ass. A steady stream of hot cum flowed out after them. Thor was privately thinking that he might never get his hole to close again, but he bravely turned around and sat down on Ramon’s face, letting Ramon kiss and tongue and clean out his ass pussy. In moments, Raul had turned himself around to get in on the rimming action as well, and Thor was actually able to relax a bit and enjoy the stimulation of having these two hot Latin hunks eating and probing and cleaning his slack ass lips. Half an hour later, the three of them had showered and cleaned up, the twins had gotten dressed, and Thor was tucking a pair of tokens for 100,000 Mexican pesos into his private stash. He grew a little wide-eyed later on when he plied the currency conversion app and learned that he was now richer by nearly 10,000 Euros just from this one session. But then, as Ramon said, “We fuck many guys. We never meet one like you that take it all and like it.” Thor’s private thought: Thank goodness, I’m a better actor than I thought! As the twins were leaving, they hugged and kissed Thor, thanking him for a fantastic evening. Just as they were stepping out the door, Raul looked back at Thor. “You get good rest now. Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve party.” The door swung shut. The quiet click resonated in Thor’s mind like a funeral knell. So, this whole week so far was just a warm-up for the Big Night? Shit, I’m fucked. And then he laughed as he realized that he was already Thoroughly Fucked, even before the New Year’s Eve party pushed him right to the limit and beyond.

Chapter 5: Heavy Lifting and Loading The next day, by eleven in the morning or so, the entire party was to be seen on the deck area around the enormous free-form pool, or on the adjacent beach. Swimming in the pool and the ocean alternated with lazing in the sun. Hectic pool games alternated with snoozing and some cuddling on the double-size loungers. What might surprise a normal observer of gay resort life was the near-total absence of any groping, grab-ass, serious making out, hands inside swimsuits, and so on. Everyone was already feeling tired, and everyone knew that more recovery time was essential if they were going to make it through the week without completely going to pieces. Off to one side, Farouk and Thor were putting their heads together again, comparing notes, and sharing feelings. “I just don’t know if I have the energy to go through with this for a whole week.” “Farouk, you need to stop worrying about it. Have more faith in yourself.” “It’s not just physical stamina I’m worried about. Emotional. I’m realizing that I really want to meet that special someone and settle down. A life of endless hook-ups with random strangers just isn’t working for me like it did when I was twenty.” “I’m not with you on getting to that point – well, not yet anyway. But what I do know is that you need money to live, and we are getting pretty well compensated here.” Even as he said it, another one of the older men sauntered by, dropping envelopes on the foot end of each of their loungers. They called out their thanks and then opened the envelopes – and found a token for “US$100” in each one. “Like I said….” Thor’s perfect comic timing made Farouk laugh, and Thor joined him. “I don’t know, Thor, I didn’t really consider the possibilities of going husband hunting while we were here, but now that I think of it….” They both laughed again and then ordered more drinks and some snacks from the next waiter who came by. Later on, they joined in a rowdy game of volleyball at one end of the serpentine main pool, although they played on opposing teams. And then, as the clock approached the magic hour of 5:00, they walked off together towards the special rooms, having found that they were located just two doors apart. Their departure was watched carefully by several of the older men. There were a few people among those present who had seen these two young men settling onto two side by side loungers once again and had begun to wonder if Thor and Farouk were a couple or perhaps were drifting towards becoming one. Lars was one of them. This was not a development which he had foreseen, or he never would have followed through with bringing Thor for this Christmas week. Before leaving the terrace himself, Lars had a few quiet words with the Club Governor who nodded in agreement, then signaled for his personal assistant and gave him some concise instructions. By 5:00, Thor was ready to roll again, lying on his bed naked with his cock jutting up into the air above him. Right on the dot, his door opened and closed and in walked a man he hadn’t met before. In fact, this man was a stranger who had just arrived, as Thor would certainly have noticed him earlier. This man, perhaps age 40, was a good solid 5 inches taller than anyone else Thor had seen yet on this holiday. Not just tall, he also had a beefy, muscular build, well shown off by his fitted tee shirt and tight compression shorts. To make sure that Thor didn’t miss the point, his visitor grabbed the bulge in his shorts, giving it a firm squeeze and then eyeing Thor in a manner that indicated not suggestion or enticement but command. Thor began to scramble back to his feet, but before he could get off the bed this dominant man leaped on top of him like a stalking leopard, pinning him down, and proceeding to grind his bulging basket against Thor’s rigid cock. He then kept Thor pinned down with a hand to the chest while he used the other hand to yank down his own tight shorts, letting free a cock which was already up to eight inches and plainly still growing. “Now, suck!” Commanding, demanding, the first words he had spoken came out in a deep, heavily accented voice which made it plain who was in charge here. Thor got the message at once. “Yes, sir.” He quickly got the head into his mouth and began working on it. The man holding him down smiled a little. “Good boy.” When Thor took too long at drawing more of the huge tool into his mouth, he earned a sharp smack on the cheek. “Deeper, now!” He coughed the thick, blunt end out. “Yes, sir.” Then he dived right back on it, going deeper, or at least trying to. Thor wished he’d taken some time to practice on his Official Rod Rammer Dildo (“Modelled From the Actual Erect Cock of the Famous Adult Film Star!”), to loosen his throat more. He was struggling as he hadn’t struggled since he was a total novice. “Deeper, boy.” The merciless hands grabbed the back of his head and forced him to go farther down. Thor had thought he’d gone as far as he could, but he now found he’d been wrong. He kept struggling to breathe as those strong hands refused to relax their grip, pushing him forwards and downwards onto the man’s tool, which was now past ten inches long, still growing, and getting harder with it. Thor gagged again, pushing the man away, but almost before he could get a breath in, let alone two or three, the hands were forcing him back to his task. “Suck me, boy. Take it all!” “Yes, sir.” Thor made another valiant attempt to swallow the huge intruder. By now his throat was aching, his eyes were watering, but he managed to get another inch farther down. He was only about an inch and a half away from burying his nose in the guy’s bush. The intoxicating scent of natural man in his nose somehow loosened his throat muscles and he dropped down that last short distance, hitting the bottom at last. His relentless dominator actually purred at the sensation. “Ahhh. Good boy.” Then he began pumping. Pulling out and then thrusting back in and down, this giant fucked Thor’s face without mercy, driving and pounding until Thor had tears streaming out of his eyes. He knew that this was how he was going to take the first load of the day – the steadily rising grunts and growls from the top guy made that obvious – and he hoped the man would cum soon. He did his best to work his aching mouth and throat around that enormous tool. It was working, The sounds were getting louder, the strokes were getting faster, the man’s breathing was getting more and more irregular. Then he emitted a loud roar, thrusting all the way down Thor’s throat again as the floodgates opened and multiple pulses of semen jetted out, one after the other. It was all Thor could do to hang on for the ride. Finally, he pulled back, That enormous dick slid out of Thor’s mouth, and the man wiped the remaining sperm on and around the tip across Thor’s cheek. “Gooood Boyyyy….” This time it really was a cat’s purr of contentment, long and low, rumbling out with a note of warm satisfaction. “Thank you, sir.” Thor managed to speak the words between bursts of choking and spasms of coughing as he struggled to swallow the whole enormous load. He figured that this man must have shot off three times as much as a normal top, and he realized ruefully that he was probably going to be in for a prolonged round of bathroom visits tomorrow morning, a usual penalty for him after enjoying a binge of sucking and swallowing. The giant top man rolled off Thor and laid down beside him, drawing him close. Thor felt like a small child in the embrace of this enormous man. Very much to his surprise, this big dominant top man now switched modes, going in for a prolonged and enjoyable bout of easy kissing, warm snuggling, and gentle caressing. After a time, though, that gigantic cock began refilling for another round. “You have toy?” “Right here.” Thor scrambled off the bed, opened his bag, and came back with the Official Rod Rammer. His partner recognized it at once. “Rod Rammer! Very hot man. Very nice fun boy too.” It took a second for Thor to process that one, but when he did his eyebrows shot up in shock. “You fucked Rod Rammer???” “He like big dick in his ass. Very much he like. I give him plenty. You like too?” Thor was still struggling to wrap his mind around the image of Rod Rammer, the top’s top of all time in gay porn, taking this monster cock into his hole and actually enjoying it. But he managed to squeak out a reply. “Yes!” “Good boy. We use toy first, open you up.” Thor took the hint, rolling onto his face and thrusting his hips up, then sliding a pillow underneath to hold his ass up high. Behind him, he heard the slurp as the pump on the bedside table delivered a squirt of lube on demand. Then the cool touch of the liquid in his crack, the spreading of lube across his hole, and the blunt finger gently penetrating him. He was grateful that it was gentle. The finger moved farther in, twisting and flexing as he worked to relax, to open, to prepare for what was coming next. Another slurping sound and he could hear the hand sliding up and down the dildo, spreading the slick lotion all around the shaft and over the tip. Then he felt the tip resting against his hole. He took a deep breath, huffed it out, pushed out with his hole, and the lips opened, the tip lodged inside. Thor was ready. Relaxed and ready. He worked backwards and swallowed the first five inches of the toy into his ass. “Good boy.” The tone was quieter than before, almost friendly, Thor thought. He swung his head around and looked back. Just as he did, he felt a big paw caressing his ass cheek. Then he saw this aggressive giant smiling back at him as he slowly rotated the toy, pushing and pulling it in and out of Thor’s ass. Thor moaned his approval and loosened some more. Another inch vanished inside him. Thor had a sudden surprising thought. This guy’s making me feel totally safe, in a way I’ve never felt before. Is this the same unpredictable volcano-ready-to-erupt that came into my room a while ago? He moaned again. “Good boy. You like?” On a sudden inspiration from nowhere in particular, Thor replied. “Yes, Daddy.” His partner’s face blossomed into an ear-splitting grin, and Thor realized that he had just pushed the magic button. This guy’s main turn-on was the daddy scene, and Thor had stumbled right into it without even being told. The dildo continued stroking in and out of Thor’s ass, moving smoothly and without haste. It kept brushing up against Thor’s gland every few strokes – just enough to keep him well revved up. “You take mine now?” “Yes. I’m ready now, Daddy. I want yours inside me.” The dildo slowly slid out. Two huge hands fastened onto his waist, pulling him upright. Then this huge man, this daddybear out of a porn wet dream, laid down beside him on his back. He smiled warmly at Thor and gestured at that killer cock, standing bolt upright out of a forest of hair. “My good boy. You ride me now.” Thor did his best. Even with the preparation, and even though he was willing to give it his all, he struggled to get past the first bit. The head, yes. But after that, the shaft got wider and his hole was stretching and straining to get past that wider bit. At last he managed it. Now he was able to slide a bit farther down. He had about half of it inside him. “You like?” “It hurts, Daddy – but I want it.” Thor could feel his various internal functions struggling to get out of the way of this tree trunk. He pushed. Another inch vanished inside. He had to bite his tongue to avoid laughing at the sudden image of Farouk trying to fight this giant off so he could stick to his top-only role. Another inch went into him. “You okay, boy?” “I’m getting there.” Thor’s face was contorted with the effort he was making but he was rewarded with another inch. He was about two thirds of the way there, but the rest just wasn’t going to go in without some more active persuasion. It was time to start riding. Thor drew up slowly until he had just the head gripped in his ass lips. Then down. Another struggle to get past the thick part. Up. Down. It was getting a bit easier now. His hole was growing accustomed to the thick part, and he was now able to slide past it either up or down with less effort. His giant companion’s face was wreathed in a blissful smile. Thor knew he had to try even more. He reached the bottom, moving faster, and was rewarded with another inch and a half. Now it felt like a log had been jammed into his ass. He ran a hand down his belly and felt the unmistakable sensation of that massive tool poking into his abdominal wall from the inside. And he still didn’t have all of it in him. He changed the arch of his back a bit, pushed down still more, and there he was – completely impaled on the biggest damn cock he’d ever seen in his life. And he was still moving, despite the pain and the strain. Now his ass was smacking down onto the man’s body with every move. “Good boy. Now we fuck. Turn.” With one huge meaty paw guiding him, Thor pivoted around that door post inside him. Then the giant wrapped his arms around Thor, lifted forward and stood up. Thor was hanging in the air, how far off the floor he couldn’t guess, but those huge muscular arms weren’t letting him go anywhere. His partner was guiding him to ride, and he did. Slowly at first, then faster, until he was bouncing up and down on that enormous dick, arms around the man’s neck, legs flopping free in the air. This would be the greatest porn fuck scene of all time if a camera caught it, Thor thought. “You want cum, boy?” “Fuck, yes, Daddy. Cum in my ass!” He bounced a few more times and then the giant forced him down all the way onto that massive tool and held him there, roaring and grunting. Thor couldn’t have worked his ass muscles to save his soul, but he didn’t need to do that. He could feel that huge log contracting and pulsing inside his body and knew he was getting filled up with a load for the ages. At last, the waves of orgasm ebbed away, and his partner let him down onto the bed. Thor was gasping for air as if he had done all the work himself. “Gooood boyyyy.” The purring cat had returned. They were lying on their sides now, facing each other. The gigantic tool was still embedded deep in Thor’s body and showed no sign of shrinking at all. But its owner caressed and kissed him gently, and Thor responded in kind. “That was amazing, Daddy. Thank you.” After they’d been making out for ten minutes or so, still firmly connected together, Thor guessed that he was still going to get more. “I give you more?” “Yes, Daddy. It’s your pussy, use it.” And the action began again. This time, they remained on the bed, with the huge top man pinning Thor down to the mattress. The only switch came when he pulled out long enough to roll Thor onto his face and then worked that girder back into his boy’s hole. Thor was feeling the strain. It was a peak level experience, no question, but he was definitely feeling the strain. He lay there, moaning and whimpering, beaten into submission at last. And that giant cock kept right on plundering his ass pussy, on and on – until, finally, the enormous tool convulsed and blew out another epic load of sperm, sperm which in moments was squeezing out of Thor’s tortured hole around the huge shaft that was still twitching and pumping deep inside him. It ended at last. That enormous cock gradually softened, and Thor’s ass was able to squeeze it out, although it would take a few minutes for that wide-open gape to close up again. A slow cascade of two giant economy sized loads of spooge oozed out of the cave and drooled slowly down Thor’s taint and onto the bed covers. His enormous daddy leaned down and slowly, meticulously licked up all of the wayward sperm, and then he rolled Thor over and kissed him, exchanging those two immense loads with his boy. “That my good boy.” “Thank you, Daddy.” They took a lengthy shower together, carefully cleaning and soaping each other, and then rinsing each other off and toweling each other dry. Then that giant top man pulled his clothes on, tucking his pride and joy carefully back into his compression shorts. Thor slipped on his own shorts and, as the chime rang for dinner, they headed out to the dining room together. During the meal, Lars dropped by and asked Thor to step away from the table for a moment. Taking him over to the wall, Lars asked, “What did you do with Dimitar? I sat with him at dinner and he couldn’t stop talking about his ‘good boy’ and what a wonderful time he had. I asked him to point you out.” “I took all of his cock in my mouth, and then in my ass. And he came 3 times, 1 mouth and 2 ass, just for the record.” “Well, that’s not nothing. Each year, there’s maybe one apprentice who can take his whole cock one way or the other. But I’ve never seen him looking so happy, and I’ve known him for years.” Thor thought back over the afternoon, and then it hit him. “Oh, right. And I called him ‘Daddy’.” “Is that so? Very interesting. So that’s his scene. That must be it. He couldn’t stop talking about you until one of the others asked to change the subject. You really made a big impression on him.” “That’s good to know. He sure as hell made a big impression on me.” “I can imagine,” Lars replied in a dry tone. After dinner, Dimitar met Thor at the door to walk him back to his room. When they got there, Dimitar wrapped Thor in his big arms, kissed him some more, and then asked, “You sleep with me tonight?” Thor’s hand instinctively went down to feel his very sore ass. “I don’t know….” “Okay, no more play. I want to sleep with my good boy. See you look at me when I wake up.” Thor made up his mind. “Yes. I will sleep with you for tonight.” “I come back for you at midnight.” He kissed Thor again and left. Thor took some more time to clean himself up, and to apply some soothing ointment to his aching fuckhole. He made a private vow that he was definitely not going to bottom again for at least two days. He hoped that whoever was coming in for the evening wasn’t planning on fucking ass. But nobody came for about half an hour. Thor wondered if this was normal. Then, a few minutes after ten, the door opened. He looked up in surprise when Dimitar walked in again, along with the executive assistant to the Governor. It was the assistant who spoke. “None of the other members are coming in tonight, Thor. Dimitar spoke to me, and I am releasing you for the rest of the evening. Use your extra rest time well.” “Thank you, sir.” The executive assistant left. Thor pulled his things together, and as he did, he asked Dimitar a question. “Is this usual? I mean, nobody coming in for the evening.” “It happen. The old men, not get hard so easy as young boy like you.” “Is that all?” Thor’s voice took on a slightly stern note. He was remembering what Lars had told him at dinner. Dimitar’s face flushed into the endearing look of a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I maybe tell some of them to see other boys now. Your ass need rest.” Thor laughed and Dimitar joined in. He wrapped his big arm around Thor, drawing him close to his side, and they walked out of the room and down the hall to the guest suites wing, with Thor resting his head contentedly on his daddy’s shoulder. He was thinking of the token for five thousand Euros which he’d found in his toiletry bag, but also of the feeling of comfort and safety that had come to him in the afternoon. They walked into Dimitar’s suite on the top floor – one of the extra-large suites with the best view of the ocean. There weren’t many personal possessions around, though, and Thor deduced that Dimitar had not only arrived late but also had not sponsored an apprentice. He stood at the window, admiring the view of the moonlight sparkling across the water. Dimitar walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around Thor. They stood like that for a few minutes, and then Dimitar said, “Come. We get in bed now. We tire each other out today. Sleep now.” Thor turned back towards the bed, peeling his clothes off. He hesitated for a moment when he got down to his jockstrap, then slid that off too. His daddy was already in bed, enjoying the view. Thor slid down under the covers, and Dimitar smuggled him close. Thor cuddled right up to the big man, draping an arm over his chest as he curled up, resting his head in the crook of Dimitar’s broad shoulder and brawny arm. Thor’s sleepy mind summed up his day and its ending. I think I need more of this in my life – not just sex and partying, but this kind of closeness and this feeling of safety. They soon fell asleep like that, and both of them slept a long sleep of deep contentment. Thor awoke as the sunrise splashed around the edges of the blackout curtains. He slipped out of Dimitar’s embrace, got up, pulled on his shorts, and slid between the curtains, opening the door to step out on the balcony in the fresh morning air. A perfect morning to just stand here and drink it all in – this entire incredible experience. Ten minutes later, Thor was relaxing in one of the chairs on the balcony when the door opened again, and Dimitar stepped out, carrying two cups of steaming hot coffee. As he put the cups down on the table, Thor stood up and then embraced him while they kissed in the morning light. “Good morning, Daddy.” “Good morning, beautiful boy.” “Thank you for the coffee.” They sat side by side, sipping the coffee and each immersed in his thoughts. Despite being still completely worn out by the ace in his hole yesterday, Thor couldn’t stop glancing at the monster inside the front of Dimitar’s boxers. Even relaxed, it made a more than impressive bulge. Dimitar noticed. “You like, boy?” “I like, but there’s no way I can take it again after yesterday.” Dimitar smiled shyly. In a hesitant voice, he asked, “You do… something else for me?” “What would you like?” “I not do it often but… you fuck me?” Thor couldn’t conceal his astonishment. But when he looked at this big man with the pleading, puppy-dog eyes, he simply couldn’t resist. Nor could his cock, which was rapidly swelling up in the front of his shorts. Without a word, he stood up, took Dimitar’s hand, and led him inside. He pushed the big guy face down over the edge of the bed, then peeled down his boxers and buried his face in Dimitar’s deep crack. At the same time, he wiggled his own shorts down and off. In no time, he had his tongue probing into his daddy’s hole, digging right into the biggest ass he had ever eaten. Twin mounds of solid glute muscles were squeezing his head on either side, but he was getting there, his tongue was hitting the surface, it was delving down into the musky hole. His hands struggled to grip the asscheeks, but he couldn’t even dig into the solid muscular hardness. Thor let one hand wander down below his busy mouth, down into the canyon between the massive thighs, until he found something else that was hard. He wrapped his hand as far around Dimitar’s dick as he could get, feeling it pulsing under his touch while his tongue drove further into the tight manhole. Dimitar moaned and groaned his loud approval. Thor withdrew his tongue, replacing it with a probing finger that got inside the tight hole, feeling the muscles clamp down hard on him. As Dimitar kept moaning, Thor finger-fucked him, eventually adding a second finger to loosen the hole even more. As he kept working his hand in and out, he leaned down and murmured, “Ready for your boy’s cock inside you, Daddy?” “Yes, yes! Give me cock, boy! Want it in me!” Thor moved up over that muscled ass and planted the tip of his cock against Dimitar’s hole. He began pushing, and the hole opened and let the head in, then clamped down again. “Loosen up, Daddy. Just relax. Relax so your boy can make you feel good.” All the time, he kept the pressure on, steadily leaning down and forward. After a few minutes, he had sunk all the way inside the burly man under him, his hips pressed down right against his daddy’s muscular butt. “I’m all the way in you now, Daddy. You’ve taken my entire cock.” “Good boy. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard!” Thor took him at his word. Even though his cock felt like it was trapped inside a virgin ass, its owner had made clear what he wanted and there was no real hint of rejection or struggle, just some very tight and hard-working muscles controlling the hole. Thor had to add some extra lube because of that iron grip, but he enjoyed the next ten minutes as he had rarely enjoyed fucking an ass before. The snug fit and hard stroking of his daddy’s ass muscles were part of it, but so was the feeling of gratitude for the chance to give this generous man something he really wanted. “That’s my good daddy, taking his boy’s cock so well.” “You wonderful boy, fuck me great. Go harder.” Thor ratcheted up the speed and started slamming in harder and harder. “Yes! Yes” “Fuck… fuck… that’s so good. Fuck, Daddy… I’m getting close…” “Yes, boy! Fuck Daddy deep, hard. Want your cum!” “Gonna give it to you… fill you right up… fuck, Daddy, I’m… fucking cumming!” “Cum in me!” Thor felt his cock swelling and let out an inarticulate roar as his tool convulsed, flooding Dimitar’s deep hole with a sudden explosion of sperm. “Yes! Yes! Give to me, boy!” Suddenly the hole seized his dick in a death grip. He had to stop fucking because he couldn’t have moved if he tried. Below him, Dimitar was convulsing, his cock exploding all over the bed underneath them. As his orgasm ebbed away, and the vise-like hold on Thor’s cock relaxed, he started stroking again and in a matter of ten seconds or so pumped out the rest of his load, the part that had been choked off and held back when Dimitar hit his orgasm. Thor suddenly felt weak in the knees. He slowly pulled out and then fell on the bed beside Dimitar, eyes closed, sucking great lungfuls of air. Then he felt the giant hands taking hold of his face and opened his eyes. Dimitar was smiling down at him, an angelic smile. “Thank you for fuck me so good. You my wonderful boy.” They kissed and cuddled for a while longer, and then got up and showered together, helping each other with cleaning off all the evidence. When they were dressed and ready to go down for breakfast, Dimitar stopped Thor, looking him in the eye. “You my wonderful boy. I give you special present.” He pressed something into Thor’s hand. Thor looked at it. A token for ten thousand euros. “No, it’s too much.” “Take, boy. You earn. You take my cock, you give me yours. You make me happy, call me Daddy. Special, beautiful boy. You take.” With his big hand, he curled Thor’s fingers gently around the token. “Thank you.” “I see you again some day.” Thor didn’t even have to think twice. “I hope so.” A last embrace and kiss, and they headed down to breakfast. Thor headed back to his suite with Lars after eating, to change for the pool and to stow the token away safely. Lars caught him as he stepped out of the shower. “So, you spent the night with him.” Thor nodded happily. “Good for you. He’s generous. But I don’t like that smile on your face. Trust me, this isn’t the time or place to fall in love.” Thor laughed. “No need to fuss, Lars. It was special, but it wasn’t love. Something else, I’m not sure how to describe it.” Later in the day, though, as he drifted in the pool on a floating chair, Thor figured it out. It wasn’t love they’d exchanged. It was understanding. Each of them had found and realized an essential part of the other, recognized it, and honored it. They had each reached out and touched some need in the other, a need usually hidden deep inside. As it happened, they didn’t meet again during that Christmas week. Both of them were too busy playing the field. In the many years that lay ahead, though, a night or weekend spent together became a regular feature of each winter, a highlight in the year-end holidays for both Thor and Dimitar. It was a chance to catch up, to share experiences, and to rekindle that special and never-failing bond of understanding and closeness between them.

Chapter 4: Holidays Can Be Hard Work Dinner was served as a buffet. Checking it out before diving in, Thor was relieved to see that there was a huge assortment of different foods, including plenty of high fiber choices. Once he had his plateful of food, he made his way to the table nearby where a group of the other apprentices were already seated. They were all young, in awesome shape, handsome with looks to draw any eye, and underdressed to kill. Their outfits ran the gamut from swimwear and jockstraps to lacy lingerie and G-strings that left nothing to the imagination – anyone’s imagination. And they were all talking. Thor got it. He understood now what Mark had been telling him. It was practically an instant trade union that he’d joined. In a situation where the older men held all the cash, and therefore all the power, knowledge was almost the only power that he and his fellow apprentices had in hand. He saw Farouk at the next table, tossing him a smile and a friendly wave as he sat down. But mostly he sat and ate, letting the conversation flow around him. Thor was a born listener, always learning a great deal just by keeping his ears open. “He made me breed him twice. I wanted to save some for later, but he wouldn’t let me….” “Watch out for that tall, thin black stud – Xolani. He fucking reamed me out with his 11 thick inches for close to 2 hours before he blasted in me the second time….” “You know the governor? Spoke at dinner last night? He’s a real bottom animal, had 2 of us in there to take care of him – we both filled him up….” “Those twins are something else – sexy, eager, big dicks, really hot fucking animals in bed. I had them both inside me at once.” The young man who’d spoken turned to Thor. “What’s your name, silent one?” “I’m Thor.” “Kristian. I saw one of those twins eyeballing you as you were going along the buffet. Smart money says you’re going to get double-blasted by those two hunks.” Thor pondered the warning for a moment. “What’s their thing? Top, bottom, kink…?” “I can’t say. I’m total bottom so I just lay there with my ass wiggling in the air and they took the hint – and me.” “Hmm. I’m more of a verse guy – like to give almost as much as I take.” Kristian leaned over and let his hand linger on Thor’s forearm. “Is that so? I wouldn’t mind playing with you at all. You’re sexy, hot, …” and his hand dropped down to caress the bulge in Thor’s tight swimsuit “…and well-equipped and prepared for anything.” Thor chuckled. “I can see why those twins went for you like that. I’d love to get together some time with you….” “Get a room, you two.” The snarled comment from one of the veteran apprentices at the next table, accompanied by a lewd wink, brought raucous laughter all around. “Just not this week. We need all the stamina we’ve got for our jobs here. But let’s swap numbers.” Everyone laughed again as Kristian and Thor exchanged numbers – everyone, that is, except Farouk who looked a little unhappy as he watched from the next table. “Wait a minute, guys! Just a thought.” It was the one who’d spoken about sharing his bed with the governor and another apprentice. “Speaking of jobs, did anyone get any tips?” The conversation stopped dead. All of them paused, thought back, and then shook their heads. One of the Christmas apprentice veterans at the next table took pity on them, and leaned over to put his oar in. “I’m not supposed to say too much, fellows, but – just keep your eyes open.” And he chuckled as he said it. Thor dropped out of the conversation again as he pondered the meaning of that remark. When dinner ended, Mark was waiting for him by the door. He put his arm around Thor’s waist as they walked back to the private rooms. Once they were inside the door, he turned Thor to face him and began kissing him again. Thor felt Mark’s hands digging down under his waistband and gently probing his hole as Mark’s tongue was probing his mouth. The temperature was building up and Thor felt certain that Mark liked him enough to stay for another round for the evening. But then Mark drew away – gently, but firmly. “That was a great afternoon, Thor. I really enjoyed playing with you.” “I had a great time too. Thank you, Mark.” “You’ve got some time if you want to clean up before evening hours begin at 9:30. See you around.” One last kiss, and Mark left, tossing a final smile over his shoulder as he headed out the door. Thor laughed, setting the privacy sign as he turned towards the bathroom for a quick cleanup. As he slid his swimsuit down, he felt something scraping against his ass crack. Reaching back, he pulled out a small card and a coin. He looked at the coin first. It was clearly engraved: “U.S.$500.” The card said: “Exchange tokens at the cashier on Sunday before you leave.” Thor chuckled, palming the coin and note and putting them into the inner security pocket in his small bag which he then locked. After his quick wash, Thor headed back to the bed, remembering to reset the sign on the door. It took a few minutes longer, but only a few, before he once again had his dick proudly flying at full mast, ready for whoever came. In his mind he was thinking it’s amazing how a $500 tip can motivate a man’s cock. A few minutes later, the door opened. This time, Thor didn’t jump – he was ready. The door closed and there came again the gentle click and beep. Thor gave his tool an extra pat for good luck just as an east Asian man he hadn’t seen before walked in. No words were exchanged. This man was plainly the strong, silent type. He stripped away his clothes, revealing a firm, toned body with a thick seven inches and an enticing round ass. Thor instantly thought to himself I could enjoy this one either way. The man got onto the bed and got into a 69 position with Thor, revealing that he was a good five inches shorter. Thor had never really thought of this size difference as a source of erotic possibilities, but now he was finding that playing with a smaller body that was still all man was really revving his motor. In no time they were swallowing each other’s cocks deep down their throats. His partner simply rested his hands along Thor’s sides, but Thor was busily massaging his partner’s ass cheeks and running his fingers into the crack to tease the hole. Each time he did this, the man moaned. Thor took that as a go-ahead signal, that he was going to take the lead and fuck this man in his tight little ass. He began thrusting his finger into the hole, quickly discovering that this man was all lubed up and ready to go. Meanwhile the mutual cocksucking was shifting Thor into high gear. His partner lifted off, grinned at him, and then slid forward and sat down. He positioned Thor’s cock at his hole, leaned back, and felt the whole firm tool slide deep into his ass. His face took on a look of sheer bliss as he began riding. Thor was startled. This ass was a lot tighter than he had expected, feeling almost like his friend Sven’s butt had felt seven years earlier, on the day they’d taken each other’s virginity. No question, though, this Asian guy was an experienced cock rider and knew exactly how to give his active partner a great ride. Active, hah, Thor thought, he’s doing all the work and I’m just lying here and enjoying it. At that exact moment, the older man leaned down, grasped Thor’s shoulders, and then rotated over onto his back, pulling Thor up on top of him. And he spoke his first words. “Now get to work.” Inwardly Thor was laughing at himself. But this was an easy order to follow. He began pumping deep into the hole, enjoying the sensations from the grasping and clutching ass muscles. In no time he found that he was getting stroked so well by that tunnel that he was close to exploding. That, it seemed, was no problem. His partner was moaning and crying aloud and then, without even being touched, his dick lifted up off his belly and fired off a cannonade of hot cream that smacked into the wall above the head of the bed. The sudden abrupt way that his hole seized on Thor’s cock triggered Thor’s own orgasm, and he exploded deep inside the man’s ass tunnel. Naturally, he began to slow down a bit at that point. But his partner had other ideas. “No! Keep fucking me!” Thor got back into gear, resuming his energetic ramming. He now had a bit more time in hand and began varying his position. He leaned down and straightened his legs until he was doing full pushups on (and in) this Asian guy’s ass. He rotated to the side, fucking his partner at a 90-degree angle, then turned right around until he was facing his partner’s feet as he kept on plowing that hole. Then he had an idea, remembering something Lars had done with him a few weeks earlier. He grasped his hands around his partner’s back and then levered backwards and upwards until he was standing up, holding this small Asian man in front of him as the man bounced up and down on his cock. That cock was painfully rigid. Thor had never had such a durable and lasting erection, nor had he ever felt the urge to cum again in such a desperate way. But he wasn’t quite ready. He laid his partner down and pulled out, then rolled the smaller man over like a rag doll and thrust back into his hole. Now he found himself lying down on top of his older man toy and thrusting deeply and savagely into the ass – which was now noticeably loosening. The urge to cum, the primal need to breed and seed, was taking control. Thor was no longer even conscious of what he was doing. The wails of ecstasy from his smaller partner were coming distantly through the roaring in his ears as his furious lust drove him onwards into the wildest orgasm he’d ever experienced. “Cumming…” he gasped out as he forced half a dozen more vicious thrusts into the small Asian ass under him and then kept right on, thrusting with animal ferocity into the hole again and again as his tool pumped out multiple gushes of his seed. Finally, he slowed down, slipping gently out of that hot ass as his cock at last softened. He rolled off to the side and studied his partner’s face. There was a smile of sheer contentment on that face, but then he opened his eyes and there was wicked glint there which Thor didn’t trust. “Come on. Shower.” The man leaped up, seized Thor by the hand and dragged him into the shower. Thor expected some soaping, rinsing, maybe some gentle stroking and a few kisses. Wrong again. In seconds he found that he was forced up against the wall, with that small Asian man pulling his arm behind his back to keep him in his place. Next thing he knew, there was a face with a hyperactive tongue buried in his hole, and the guy was slurping Mark’s seed out of him. “Mark filled you right up. It just keeps pouring out. Now bend over and spread your legs.” Thor did as he was told, pretending surprise, but inwardly he was filled with glee at getting fucked again by his second partner of the day. Thirty minutes later, he was feeling a lot less gleeful as this Asian stud, having already dropped one load in his butt, continued ramming at top speed into him. Does his stamina ever run out? That was Thor’s first thought. The second thought, right behind it: Will I have this much energy when I’m his age? But now, he wanted to focus on bringing this guy off, getting him to blast a second load so he could finally relax. He knew it had to be getting close to midnight by this time, so he kept working his tired ass muscles as much as he could. Finally, after another ten minutes of endless ramming, the Asian guy forced his cock in one final time and gushed out another massive load of his sperm. And Thor heaved an inward sigh of relief as he felt that rampant tool at last begin to soften. Much to his surprise, his partner now softened up and became much more intimate, cuddling and kissing as the water flowed over them. They took turns washing each other down and then rinsing each other off. At last, they got out and dried off. The man got dressed, while Thor pulled on his jockstrap and watched idly. He then escorted his guest to the door and kissed him goodbye before thanking him. No tip? After all that workout??? The alarm gave out the melodious cascade of chimes marking midnight. With a sigh of relief, Thor pulled on a shirt and shorts from his bag and then slipped on his sandals – and felt something hard under his toe. He pulled the sandal off, turned it over, and caught the coin as it fell out. “160,000¥.” Thor had to pull up the currency converter on his phone, typing in “Japanese ¥ > $U.S.” Wow. That’s like a thousand dollars U.S.! Thor had to admit that this guy was definitely a gentleman, even if his conversational skills were all but non-existent. He made his way back to the suite and found the lights on low. Lars was lying, propped up against a pillow, and studying his phone. He looked up and smiled. “A good first day?” “Busy but fun.” Lars laughed. “You’ll be busier before the week is out.” “I don’t know if I have enough in me to keep going that long.” “Ah, they really made you work, then.” Thor nodded with a rueful expression on his face. Lars laughed again. “Don’t worry. We have ways of keeping you on your feet and in peak fighting trim.” Thor turned and headed for the bathroom. “You’re walking a bit slowly. Feeling the pain?” “Four loads worth of it.” “I’ll put something on to ease that for you.” Fifteen minutes later, Thor was lying next to Lars, cuddling with his sponsor as they drifted towards sleep. The ointment Lars had applied to his aching hole was easing the pain far better than the usual hemorrhoid stuff, and without the hideous smell that always turned his stomach over. Lars put his phone down and turned to kiss Thor once more. Then he tapped the switch and the room plunged into darkness.

Chapter 3: And Just Like That, It’s Christmas On the final and darkest Wednesday of November, Thor received this message on a special secured e-mail account for which he had been handed a security access code in person by Lars. _________________________ November 27, 2026 To: All Christmas Club Apprentices From: Christmas Club Governor Subject: Christmas 2026 Gathering This year’s Christmas Gathering will take place from December 26, 2026, to January 1, 2027, and will be held at the private island resort lodge of Club Governor Emeritus Widdifield. Your individual sponsor will be responsible for making all arrangements for transportation from your home community to the international airport on the island of Barbados. From there, limousine and yacht transfers will be arranged to the private island on December 26. Return transfers to Barbados Airport will be during the morning and early afternoon of January 2, 2027. The entire group will convene for dinner on the evening of December 26 at 8:00 PM. On the morning of December 27, each of you will be assigned a personal room in the party wing. This will be in addition to the private suite in the resort which you will share with your sponsor. Beginning on the afternoon of December 27 at 5:00 PM you will be in your personal room each day from 5:00 PM to midnight. Each personal room has private toilet and shower facilities, as well as a house phone and a minibar. All necessary basic supplies will be provided. If you wish to bring specific clothing items, fetish items, or personal toys, please do so. Exceptions: [1] Whichever club full member is in the personal room with you at 7:30 PM will be responsible for escorting you to dinner and back. He will direct you as to how you are to be clothed for dinner. [2] After dinner on December 31, 2026, you will be escorted directly to the large function room on the main floor for the New Year’s Eve party. [3] Personal members may also, at their own discretion, take you from your designated room to another apprentice’s room for more extensive activities. Outside of the designated personal room hours, your time and your activities will be entirely at your own discretion. Any tips you receive during your stay will be yours exclusively. The Club’s full members trust that you will enjoy and take complete advantage of all your many opportunities during this sunny Caribbean holiday. _________________________ Thor smiled in an inward way as he read this document over a second time. He had no trouble discerning the meaning hidden behind the innocent-sounding words of much of the text. His task would be to jack and be jacked, suck and be sucked, rim and be rimmed, fuck and be fucked – and maybe more -- with as many different partners out of the 16 older men at the October meeting as he could get through in the space of a week. While he was thinking these horny thoughts -- and getting more than a little hard in the process -- his phone pinged. He opened it, read a message from Farouk, and promptly hit the callback button. “You’ve read the memo. Sounds interesting, doesn’t it?” “More than just interesting, Thor. Abdul just let something slip when I mentioned to him that I’d gotten the memo. He told me there could be anything up to forty older guys at this orgy. That’s the full membership of the Christmas Club according to the rule book. We just met the tip of the iceberg at that first meeting!” Thor’s mind worked through a rapid recalculation. It was shaping up to be a very busy Christmas season indeed, and plenty of hard work for what he’d expected would be a holiday. “It could get a bit overwhelming, but I’m definitely up for the challenge. What about you, Farouk?” “Kind of scared, you know why.” “I know. But look, bring all your toys and things with you and you can always put on a show and get them wound up and shooting off that way.” “True. Okay, Thor, I’m in.” A month later, Lars and Thor set out to fly from Oslo to London, and from London to Barbados. _________________________ At five o’clock in the afternoon of December 27, Thor was lying on the bed in his designated private room, waiting for his first caller. He’d been preparing for this for some time, swearing off from any sex or jerking off for the last 5 days, and he was both well rested and horny. He was finding it hard to avoid reaching for his cock, which was sticking right up in the air above his crotch, glistening in the subdued light. He’d come to the room directly from the pool area, where he’d been alternating between swimming and tanning. He had a t-shirt and some shorts in a bag, as well as a jockstrap, his hat and sunglasses, but he had walked off the pool deck and down the hall in the party wing wearing nothing but his brief red swimsuit and his sandals. Pulling the swimsuit down once he was in the room had been all the stimulation he’d needed to grow a full hard-on at top speed after 5 days of abstinence. He jumped and stiffened his back instinctively, then forced himself to relax and smile, as he heard the door opening. When it shut, he heard the click and a discreet beep as the “Privacy” lock was engaged. Mark walked into the room, and Thor’s cock jumped in sudden interest. He’d been watching Mark at dinner the night before, noticing the man’s powerful muscular build and the generous bulge in his well-fitted trousers. A few streaks of silver in his carefully styled hair did no harm. Thor had always liked older men. He’d gotten an even better eyeful out by the pool this afternoon and had certainly noticed that Mark was looking his way often, and with great interest. Mark grinned broadly as he saw what was waiting for him on the bed. He leaped onto the bed and laid down right on top of Thor, grinding his bulge against Thor’s hard-on as he began kissing the younger man. Thor got a hand in between them as they were making out and began undoing the buttons on Mark’s shirt. Sliding his hand inside, he began squeezing Mark’s bulging pecs and twitching his fingers over the nipples. Mark gave out a moan of appreciation. Thor upped the stakes by pushing Mark’s shirt backwards onto his shoulders. Mark disengaged for a moment, shrugging the shirt down and off, and then returned his attention to the young man on the bed under him. Thor now swung his head over to the side so he could begin teasing and sucking on Mark’s nipple. Mark responded by playing with Thor’s chest in the same way. Playing with Thor’s body this way was making Mark even harder. He rose up on his knees and gestured to his belt buckle. Thor got onto all fours and crawled towards Mark, reaching up to Mark’s waist to start undoing the belt, and then going on to unfasten the trousers and lower the zipper. The bulge at once began pushing its way out through the opening. Mark went through some more movements to push his trousers all the way down, lifting one knee at a time to slide them right off. With that layer out of the way, Thor began kissing and sucking the bulge in Mark’s tight underwear. He could feel Mark’s tool getting even bigger and harder, and he blew through the fabric, letting Mark feel the heat. Then, he grasped the waistband and began to ease the underwear down, until Mark’s big nine-inch cock sprang out and slapped Thor in the face. “Suck that!” Mark’s voice had a forceful edge which might have scared a newbie. But this certainly wasn’t Thor’s first rodeo. Without wasting time on preliminaries, he went right down on that big thick chunk of meat, sucking inch by inch until he had the entire shaft in his mouth and the head right down his throat. Mark groaned again. Up and down Thor’s head bobbed, giving Mark an expert tongue bath which soon had the older man quivering with excitement and repeating the words, “Oh, god… oh, fuck… oh god…” like a mantra. He leaned forward, running his hand down Thor’s back until he was caressing Thor’s smooth, firm ass and sliding his fingers deep into the crack. As his vocal utterance got more choppy and his breathing faster and harsher, Thor pulled reluctantly away. “Why did you stop? I was just about to fucking cum?” “That’s why. I’ve got better plans for your load than just down my throat.” As he was saying this, Thor turned around, presenting his beautiful ass right in Mark’s face. Mark couldn’t resist. He dived right in, kissing and licking that crack, savouring the taste and smell of Thor’s man sweat, the musky aroma of a ripe ass crack. The deeper he went, and the more he worked on the button, the louder Thor’s moans and cries of excitement grew. Mark really loved feasting on a young man’s ass, and he was having a field day with this one, while Thor was getting more and more turned on by the tongue action. Thor’s cock was fully warmed up too, leaking precum in a steady flow. Mark caught a bit of that on his tongue and pulled away. “On your back, now!” Thor obediently rolled over and lifted his legs up over his chest. At once, Mark dived in again, this time giving a minute of sucking time to Thor’s cock. He wanted to get all that delicious clear dick-honey down his own throat. At the same time, he was working his hips up closer, ready to put his big hard nine-incher to work and put Thor’s ass through its paces. “You ready for this now?” “Let me have it!” Mark planted the thick head against Thor’s tight ass and pushed forward, slowly but irresistibly, all the way down to the bottom, to the point where his hips were tightly clamped against Thor’s butt cheeks. Thor was mentally thanking his lucky stars that he’d worked his ass over with a dildo earlier on. In another room, down the hall, another and even larger dick was putting another ass through the gears. In his mind, Farouk was worried. The older Ukrainian man under him, Oleksii, looked much frailer than most of the men he’d seen so far at the gathering, and he didn’t want to jeopardize his chances by fucking Oleksii too hard and injuring him. But Oleksii insisted. In a guttural, heavily accented English, he ordered Farouk: “Give me hard. Fuck me deep. Want your cum!” Farouk complied. Oleksii’s ass at least was still strong, the hole gripping tightly at Farouk’s big tool. He started slowly, driving into the older man’s tunnel. It took a bit of time for him to work around some of the obstacles, but at last he had a clear shot and was able to begin reaming that hole all the way to the bottom. Pulling out. Thrusting back in. Oleksii reached back, grabbing at Farouk’s muscular butt, pulling him in farther and deeper on each stroke. Farouk had raised himself on his arms into a push-up position, rising and falling faster and faster as he drove himself towards climax. From the louder and louder wailing, it was obvious that Oleksii was enjoying the experience just as much as Farouk, if not more. So, Farouk put it into words. Leaning down, he spoke right into Oleksii’s ear. “You want me to give you more?” “More. Yes, more.” “You want me to cum in you, shoot my whole load deep inside you.” “Yes. Give me cum!” Farouk drove into the willing ass even faster, and suddenly Oleksii let out the loudest wail yet as his ass clamped down hard on Farouk’s tool. “Cumming!” Farouk forced his way one last time through that suddenly steel-hard ring and exploded all the way up in Oleksii’s fuckhole. His dick kept quivering and pulsing, shooting out more and more. At last, he pulled slowly out and watched as the lava flow of his own cum started pouring in slow motion out of Oleksii’s gaping hole. He bent down and sucked up all the cum he could get. Then he laid down beside Oleksii, turning to face him and kiss him, exchanging that warm juice with him as he did so. They caressed each other gently as they shared the cum load between them, gradually easing their breathing until they fell asleep. Seconds later, back down the hall, Mark exploded deep inside Thor’s ass, giving him a similarly large load. Thor quivered and moaned as he felt the warmth spreading through his guts. But he only had moments to enjoy the sensation. Mark wasn’t done yet. He pulled out, rolled Thor onto his side, and got done behind Thor, ready to fuck him in the big spoon position. His cock slid back into Thor’s ass and he resumed pumping, but much more slowly. “Please make it last longer. This is too good to end in a hurry.” “That’s exactly what I’m doing, Thor. I want to make this last too.” Mark and Thor kept it going for over an hour longer. Mark pumped in and out of Thor for a few minutes, then pulled out for another time of kissing each other. He slid back in for some more fuck strokes, and this time when he pulled out, he rolled Thor over and spent some more time eating his ass. He then sat on Thor’s face to enjoy having his own ass eaten. Mark continued to lead the dance like this, taking Thor through a whole range of different positions. He fucked Thor standing up and pressed against the table. He fucked Thor by having the young man sit down on his dick while he sat in the chair. He picked Thor up, holding him up in his arms as Thor bounced up and down on Mark’s dick. In between these experiments, Mark and Thor worked through all kinds of licking, sucking, kissing, and fingering. Thor was enjoying all of this very much. As a young man with a long list of young gay friends, he was used to encounters which blew up fast, happened hard, and ended explosively. Two men taking their sweet time to make each other feel good was a new concept to him, and he was finding that it turned him on even more. “I’m about to cum again, Thor. How do you want me to breed you?” “”Standing up again – that felt incredible.” Mark pulled Thor to his feet again, turned him to press his face against the wall, and pushed back inside Thor’s well-worn ass. Thor groaned as Mark speeded up the action, driving his long, thick tool faster and faster into Thor’s ass, driving Thor crazy with lust. His balls were aching, his need was enormous after this long buildup, and he wanted Mark to cum inside him and to make him cum at the same time. Mark was now pounding Thor at top speed, a mighty tattoo of drumbeats as his hips smacked Thor’s cheeks over and over. And then it happened. Mark slammed one last deep stroke across Thor’s prostate and erupted, filling Thor’s hole yet again with his cream. Thor yelled “Fuck” in a strangled voice as he felt Mark’s cream filling him. His cock leaped up and down before erupting an enormous lava flow of sperm which smacked against the wall and then ran down slowly towards the floor. Half an hour later, Mark and Thor were still cuddling each other on the bed. It had been a peak experience for both of them. Thor was certain that Mark had prepared just as he himself had done, swearing off for a number of days and paying special attention to his diet. He said so, and Mark laughed sheepishly. “You’re right – and I know you did, too. Face it, you don’t get this kind of performance or endurance from doing it three times every day. But look, it’s almost 7:00. We need to figure out what you are going to wear for dinner. Suggestions?” “I’ve got my swimsuit, a jockstrap, and my brief underwear. And a couple of tight shirts.” “Model them all for me.” For the next fifteen minutes, Mark laid on the bed, sprawling out luxuriously in the aftermath of the fuck fever, while Thor strutted and turned and posed seductively in front of him. Finally, he made an executive decision. “Stick to the swimsuit. It looks fantastic on you.” “Shirt?” “Don’t need one. None of the other apprentices will wear one either. It’s okay, they always turn up the heat in the dining room, so you won’t freeze to death at dinner time. Now, let’s hit the shower.” They enjoyed a long, sensuous shower, stroking and caressing each other, kissing, and fondling as the water flowed over their bodies. They took turns washing each other up and down, and then just stood, locked together, letting the water loosen their stress and wash away their nerves. In time, they stepped out, dried each other off, and proceeded to dress – or underdress -- for dinner. “So, do I sit with you?” “If you like. But usually, the apprentices all group together at one end of the room while the club members all move down to the other end. After all, Thor, we all want to exchange notes.” With a lewd wink and a dirty laugh, Mark led the way to the door, and they set out to walk to the dining room.

Chapter 2 Learning the Ropes “Questions, Thor?” The moon was spreading a sparkling trail across the placid waters as they walked down the boardwalk bridge leading to the guest bungalows. “A few minor ones, and one big one.” “Start with the big one.” Thor took a deep breath. “I’d like to know, for the long term, what you’ve gotten me into here.” Lars chuckled. “That’s the good news, Thor. I haven’t ‘gotten you into’ anything. I’ve put you in the way of an opportunity that could change your life into something completely different from what you had imagined a week ago. Whether you choose to take that opportunity or not is entirely up to you. You can choose to join the Christmas Club, or not. Just one ask from me: if you’re deciding you don’t want to join, just let me know as soon as possible.” Thor mulled that one over for a minute. “It’s hard to say if I want to join in when I don’t really know what it is I’d be joining – especially in the long term.” Lars chuckled again. “I understand. I felt the same way when I was invited twenty years ago. It’s just that we have an unwritten rule about not asking and not talking much about it – sort of ‘whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’ deal. Except that we never meet in Vegas. But I can fill you in a bit.” “That’s all I ask.” The remainder of the slow walk back to their bungalow and the time as they undressed and climbed into bed was taken up by his explanation. As Lars wrapped up, he added on an answer to one question which Thor hadn’t asked. “And just in case you were wondering, no strings as far as I’m concerned. It’s great fun playing with you, but there’s no relationship here. Not even a – what do they call it now? – a situationship? After all, we don’t even live in the same place.” Another clue. He’s not from Oslo then. Thor’s alert mind ticked off another point. “So where do you live, Lars?” Lars laughed again and flung out an arm in a dramatic gesture. “I am a citizen of the world.” Thor joined him in laughing. “Really, I don’t live anywhere, in the sense of having one definite home base. I’m from Stavanger originally and keep a house there, so that’s my address of record for the Norwegian government. But I travel most of the year on business, and have condos in New York, London, Dubai, and Singapore. And what that business would be comes squarely under the heading of ‘we don’t ask and we don’t tell.’ Now, if that’s satisfied your curiosity enough for the time being, can we stop talking and get down to business?” Thor chuckled again as Lars reached down and manipulated his cock. “I guess I can run on that for now.” This as his tool sprang rapidly to life. This time the two of them moved easily into a sixty-nine, sucking on each other’s cocks until first Thor and then, moments later, Lars exploded. They sucked, they swallowed, and then Lars swung back around to lay his head on the pillow next to his young protégé. And then they slept. The next morning at breakfast, Lars told Thor that he was going to be busy all day and into the evening – “catching up with my friends” as he put it. “I’ll be out and about right through until tonight, so if you want to get together with anyone you met last night, it’ll be fine to bring him back here. Tomorrow we leave for the airport at two o’clock, after lunch.” Damn! This guy can see right through me! Thor gave a rueful laugh. “There’s just no hiding anything from you, Lars. I’m going to do my packing first and then meet one of the guys.” “May I ask?” “Oh, so now he wants a situationship.” They both laughed. “I’m going to touch base with Farouk.” “That’s the young fellow sitting by you last night, yes?” Thor nodded, “Yes, he’s another first-timer like you, and from the looks of him that was quite the base he had that any of us would enjoy touching. Have fun going for the home run!” Ninety minutes later, Thor opened the door to admit Farouk. Thor was wearing just his minimal red brief swimsuit and Farouk’s eyes widened. It was obvious that the young Scandinavian beauty was already somewhat aroused. “Come on, Farouk. Let’s get in the pool – for starters.” Once out on the terrace, Farouk lost no time shedding his shorts and shirt, revealing an equally slim-line yellow brief. Thor whistled. “Wow. They sure gave you the giant economy size, didn’t they?” Farouk’s cock was pushing as far up as possible, and its owner had been forced to angle it a bit to the side to keep it contained. He’d also had to lift the sides of his string brief as high up on his hips as possible. Even with those precautions, the head was already starting to lift the narrow waistband away from his muscular belly. The view in the back was just as provocative. Farouk amused Thor by getting on his back in the pool and swimming back and forth at a lazy pace. The pool wasn’t really big enough for proper swimming, but it was a great way for Farouk to keep showing off his endowment, and since it was still growing and now pushing right out under the waistband, he was putting on quite a show. After a couple of minutes, he sat down in the warm water beside Thor and the two of them began making out, with plenty of tongue and several busy hands adding to the excitement. Thor decided he should make the next move, so he stood up, turned his back to Farouk and climbed up to stand on the step. He then pulled the waist of his swimsuit down to reveal his smooth round ass, pushing the suit still farther until it dropped into the water. He stepped out of it, tossing the suit onto the deck and then knelt down on the edge of the pool with his ass thrust out towards the Egyptian stud. Farouk wasted no time, yanking his own suit off and then diving right in and eating Thor’s firm buns, deep crack, and tight hole in a frenzy of lust. It didn’t take long. Thor began moaning, quietly at first but then louder and louder until Farouk slapped his butt and whispered harshly, “Shut up! You’ll have all the neighbours swimming around to take a look!” “Fuck, yeah! We could give them a show!” Farouk redoubled his sucking and slurping, adding a finger in Thor’s hole to the mix. As he rotated the finger and then added another one to it, Thor was getting more and more active, twisting back and forth and flexing his butt muscles as hard as he could go. Farouk now had Thor’s ass as wet as he could get it. It was time. He stepped up and rubbed the head of his uncut cock, standing a full ten inches almost straight up, into Thor’s crack. As he teased Thor’s hole, he reached down with his spare hand and pulled a small bottle out of the pocket of his shorts which were lying nearby. Squirting the lube onto his fingers, he began working it into the hole. He then pulled out another bottle and handed it to Thor. Thor inhaled deeply, drawing the metallic fumes down into his lungs, first one side and then the other. Farouk waited patiently, still teasing the hole until it suddenly relaxed and twitched, opening and pushing out. He grasped the rigid shaft, planted the head firmly against Thor’s hole, and leaned on it. Thor had never taken such a big piece of meat, but the poppers had loosened him up and he opened up, letting Farouk get the bulbous head inside him. Thor let out a gasp and a loud grunt of “fuck!”, then remembered to breathe deep breaths. Another hit of poppers helped too. Then he looked down between his legs and saw the full size of the tree trunk Farouk was pushing into him. Another involuntary cry of “Aw, fuck!” and his hole relaxed still further. In a few more minutes, Farouk had succeeded. His entire thick, hard manhood was buried all the way inside Thor’s ass. Thor was struggling. He wanted that cock, welcomed it, did what he could to help it out, but it was a real strain for him – not just the length but the thickness even more so. But Farouk, having gotten inside, wasn’t going to take “No” for an answer. He began a slow in and out motion, pushing all the way up inside Thor’s straining hole, and then sliding down and out until just the head was clenched inside the muscle ring. Over the next couple of minutes, Farouk slowly ratcheted up the speed of his fucking motions as Thor’s hole got progressively easier to work with. Thor was still straining, but he took it, he needed it, he wanted a fuck for the record books and Farouk was giving it to him. Farouk’s hip bones were smacking loudly against Thor’s lush round ass on each stroke. “Fuck! I can’t hold it. I’m going to shoot!” Farouk’s sudden exclamation lit Thor’s fire too. “Do it! Fucking cum inside me!” Farouk’s thrusts were getting irregular and hitting harder too. He grunted a few times, then let out a roar and shoved his huge tool all the way up into Thor’s body and let the volcano erupt. Thor felt his insides warm up. Pushing his hand down against his abdomen, he could feel Farouk’s thick head jumping and pulsing inside him. Farouk slammed into Thor a few more times as his epic orgasm continued. At last, the pulsations died away and he gasped for breath. Then, in slow motion contrast to the high-energy fucking of a moment earlier, he let his tool slide slowly out of Thor’s body. Also in slow motion, a tidal wave of white cream followed it out, dripping down into the water by the pool’s edge as Thor’s ass struggled to close up again. Farouk flopped back down into the pool, gasping for air after his sudden burst of energy. Thor sat down again beside him, and they stroked each other gently as their breathing and pulses returned to normal. But then, as he turned to kiss Thor again, Farouk realized something. “Shit! You didn’t cum.” “That’s okay, I’ll get my chance soon enough. I’m head of the line to lay a load into your hot muscle ass.” Farouk turned his head away, mumbling something and Thor realized. “Farouk.” No answer. “Farouk, look at me.” He grasped the handsome Egyptian gently by the chin and swung him slowly around. “You’ve never been fucked?” He didn’t really have to ask. The fear was there in the liquid brown eyes staring back at him. Farouk nodded. “Yeah. But just once, and it hurt like hell. My uncle. He… he forced me.” Thor stared in shock. Farouk gulped for air and then went on. “I mean, like, I wanted it, I already knew I was gay, but he just ripped me open. He was crazy drunk. And I had to go to the hospital to get fixed up.” “Shit. How old were you?” The answer was barely audible. “Thirteen.” Thor suddenly exploded in rage. “I’d want to kill that bastard.” But then he felt Farouk’s hand resting gently on his mouth. “That’s just what my father said. His own brother. And it wasn’t just words.” Thor stared at him, appalled. “When he found out I was gay, he thought his brother had turned me that way. I tried to tell him, but he had gone crazy with rage, he wouldn’t listen. Wherever we go when we die…” and he stopped dead, gulping audibly before going on. “I hope… I just hope they’re talking to each other again now, forgiving each other, wherever they are.” “Your father’s dead too.” “The firing squad.” Thor folded Farouk in his arms, holding him close as he broke down and sobbed. He couldn’t think of a single thing to say that would fit the enormity of Farouk’s pain and hurt. He could only hope that Farouk was getting the message through his touch. At last the emotional storm worked its way out of Farouk’s system and he raised his head. “Sorry for letting go like that.” “It’s okay, Farouk. You need to let it out, so let it out.” “It’s so hard. I’ve only ever told all this to one other person.” “The man who brought you here.” Farouk nodded. “His name’s Abdul. He wanted to take my cock just like you did. And then he wanted to switch. He’s a good man. I told him and he said it was okay, we didn’t need to do it. I mean, it’s not like I don’t want to. I play with it myself, with my fingers, my toys, and it feels great. I shoot off like a fountain when I fuck myself with my vibrating dildo. But as soon as it’s another guy and he reaches for my ass, I just freeze right up and clamp down like my life depended on it.” Thor looked at him. So handsome. So frightened. “After what happened, I’d be frozen too. But look, Farouk. I’m not trying to force you to do anything you’re not comfortable doing. It’s just what you want, whatever you’re ready for.” Farouk shook his head in amazement. “Where were all the decent men like you and Abdul when I was young?” He shook his head again. “So this is what scares me about the Christmas Club – that I’m going to meet some guy who’s top only, I’m going to freeze on him, and I’ll end up getting blacklisted from the whole thing. And I need this, Thor. I need it! Not for money, but to give me some self-confidence, to help me get over being paranoid about dating because of what happened, all of that!” “That might happen. But look at who you’ve met so far. Yoshi, last night, he was so shy and gentle and it’s obvious that he’s 100% bottom. And then there’s Abdul, who sounds like a really great guy, and Lars – my sponsor – he’s just as thoughtful and easy-going.” “And there’s you,” Farouk added, the smile coming back at last into his face and his voice. “So that’s four good guys you’ve met, and no sign of trouble yet. Pretty good odds. Come on, Farouk, let’s go inside and get cleaned up and we can talk some more.” A long shower full of gentle touches and kisses followed. They washed each other down with their hands, taking turns with the shower head to rinse every part of each other. After they were dried off, they got dressed and Thor called for some room service for lunch. Another long conversation turned to the whole business of the Christmas Club, and what it was all about. At least, they knew it was about older men having sex with younger men, but they were both wondering about how it was organized and what was expected of them as newcomers. Putting two and two together, with the hints Thor had gotten from Lars and the rather different bits which Farouk had picked up from Abdul, a fuller picture began to appear. And now Farouk was looking scared again. “I don’t know, Thor. Can I even do this? What if I get with one of those daddies that I don’t know yet and he won’t take no for an answer?” Thor’s mother-hen side came to the surface again. “Just make sure you’ve got the resources to make your own way home if he throws you out. And something else… look, you’ve got my number, here’s what you do. Once you find out where you are and who you’re with, you let me know. That way, there’s someone who knows what the score is with the Christmas Club and knows how and where to get you help to you if you need it. Okay?” Farouk nodded. “Okay, that’s enough serious talk, I want to get some more action out of your beautiful cock before dinner time rolls around.” They both laughed, as he took Farouk’s hand, led him to the bed, and then began to undress him. They fell across the bed together, the heat steadily rising as Thor pulled Farouk on top of him and then got them into position to suck each other’s cocks in a sixty-nine. Farouk gave Thor’s dick his best treatment, sucking it deep, kissing and licking along the shaft and around the head, humming as he got the head deep into his throat – he had mastered all the tricks. Thor was struggling much more with Farouk’s huge tool, but he was doing pretty well at getting most of it inside his mouth, even if he couldn’t completely deep-throat the thing. Farouk eventually worked his way down onto Thor’s balls, then down his taint and began eating Thor’s ass. Thor reciprocated, feeling Farouk loosen up a bit as he washed down that beautiful ass crack, then began licking at the hole, caressing it with his tongue as he felt Farouk giving his own ass the same treatment. Both of them were giving off moans of satisfaction. That’s a good start for him. He’s taking this rimming play and liking it. Thor could feel his own ass loosening and blooming. He knew that it was time, and he needed that huge tool back in his ass. He rolled onto his back, spread his legs apart, and lifted them into the air. “I’m ready, Farouk. I want you inside me again.” Whether because of having already been stretched that morning, or because of the bonding that had taken place between them, Thor found it much easier going this time to get Farouk’s big sledge hammer inside him. And, because they had already blown off some steam earlier, they were able to take their time and enjoy the experience much longer. Farouk enjoyed fucking Thor in missionary, because Thor was flexible enough to fold himself double and pull Farouk right down on top of him, enjoying the body-to-body contact and the intense making out. But then, Farouk pulled out and rolled Thor onto his face before entering him again, lying full length along Thor’s back and wrapping his arms around Thor’s body as he plowed deep inside. Then it was Thor’s turn to roll Farouk onto his back and climb on top, sitting right down onto the full length of that huge man meat and pumping up and down as the head kept bumping against his prostate. And that brought Thor off, grunting and moaning as his dick convulsed, spraying several massive squirts of cream up over his pecs and abs. That was Farouk’s cue to pull Thor up and off so he could get on top again, lick all that warm cream up into his mouth, suck the remaining trails of it off Thor’s cock, and then exchange it all with Thor in a passionate kiss, ending when both swallowed their share. But they weren’t done. Both of them were still hard, and Thor was already stroking himself again as Farouk sank back inside him, big spoon to Thor’s little one. “Fuck, yes! Never had someone do me like this. Don’t stop! It feels so great!” “Feels great to be inside you this way too. Going to keep fucking you like this till I shoot my load inside you.” “I want that load. Give it all to me, fill my hole with your sperm.” “Yeah – gonna fill you up all the way.” Farouk was pounding into Thor faster and faster, and Thor was matching him for speed as he pounded away on his own dick. Both were so turned on that this explosion was going to happen soon, for both of them. “Oh, fuck! Drive it into me! Cum in me!” “Fuck! Gonna cum… in your hole… shoot my load up into your guts....” It wasn’t just the dirty talk. Farouk’s thick head was nailing Thor’s prostate on every stroke, and Thor’s moans and cries showed that he was just as close as the stud plowing him. “Do it! Shoot it! Oh, man, you’re gonna fuck the cum right out of me!” “Take it… take it… fucking cumming… now!” With a last ferocious driving thrust, Farouk forced his way deeper inside than ever before as he exploded into Thor’s fuckhole, right at the same moment that Thor blasted off a second load, just as big as his first cum had been. The two of them lay there, heaving insanely huge breaths as they slowly calmed down from their double climax. At last, Thor spoke. “Unbelievable… what an incredible fuck. I’ve never cum right at the same time like that.” “Neither have I.” Farouk’s huge tool was still lodged inside Thor, still hard, and neither of them showed any real urge to disconnect. At last they got up, went into the bathroom for another shower, and then pulled on their swimsuits to go back outside and relax in the pool for a while longer. As they were sitting there, arms around each other’s bodies, Farouk sighed. “What?” “I was just wishing I felt ready to take it the way you did. I’d really love to have you be the one to teach my ass how good it could feel.” Thor kissed him. “Thank you. Wherever you are, when you do feel ready, there will be a good man who is the right one to take you through that experience.” Thor was no fool. He could tell that Farouk was trying to express love for him, at least at some level. He couldn’t deny that he was feeling drawn to the young Egyptian hunk too. But he kept the brakes on, having already learned the hard way that he simply wasn’t matured enough or ready to settle into a relationship with one man – and he guessed that Farouk wasn’t really any more ready than he was. At last, Farouk sighed and got up. “I’ll have to go. It’s about an hour to sunset, and Abdul wants us to have dinner in the restaurant for this last night.” “It’s all good, Farouk. Lars is off and about through the evening, so I’ll just call up some room service for dinner.” When Farouk was all cleaned up and dressed again, Thor walked him to the door. “Thank you for an amazing day, Thor, and for being so supportive and understanding.” “And thank you, Farouk, for giving me an ass ache that I’ll remember for a long, long time.” They both laughed before Thor went on. “Seriously, it was a great day – great fun, and a great new friend as well.” “Then, thank you – my friend.” And they hugged and kissed for several minutes longer before Farouk went his way. Hours later, Lars returned to a dimly lit room – and was a little startled. Everything was neat and tidy. Thor had taken it upon himself to call housekeeping to come and remake the bed, and he had tipped the housekeeper well for the trouble. Likewise, he had called room service to clear away the dishes after he’d eaten and again tipped the server well for the two trips out to the bungalow. Now, Thor was lying in bed, watching a classic movie on the giant TV screen. He looked pleasantly drowsy. “Hello, Thor. The suite is a lot neater than I expected. Didn’t Farouk come after all?” “Oh, yes. He came and spent the day here. He had to go because his elder, Abdul, wanted to have dinner in the restaurant. But we had a great time all day.” Lars was even more puzzled. That last remark certainly hinted at wild fun and games, but there was an oddly thoughtful, almost sad, note in Thor’s voice as he spoke. So Lars privately resolved to say nothing more. After all, it was no business of his unless he really did want a situationship or more after all – and that he certainly did not want. “Glad you had a good day. I’ll just get cleaned up and then we can get some sleep.” “Good. The movie’s almost over anyway.” “I don’t recognize it. What’s the title?” “Tight Little Island.” Lars chuckled as he headed to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, Lars laid down on the bed, on his side, facing Thor – who at once rolled towards his older companion to kiss him goodnight. As they embraced, Lars instinctively ran his hand down Thor’s back to caress his ass, and Thor flinched at the touch. “Ah, you did have a good time, didn’t you?” “Did you?” “Touché. As my former partner in England used to say, ‘Ask no questions and you’ll get told no lies.’” “Precisely.” Lars laughed again, at the shrewd way in which Thor had diverted his curiosity and turned it back on him. He made a mental note for the file which he was compiling on Thor: Thoughtful, clever, quick responses, and not easy to catch off guard. In five more minutes, they were both asleep.

THE CHRISTMAS CLUB Chapter 1 The Annual Meeting Lars was facing the big mirror over the dresser as he tidied his hair. His eye, though was actually fixed on the attractively naked young man sitting on the end of the bed behind him. Lars had met Thor less than a week earlier, in a shopping mall washroom, when he had spotted the cute young blond covertly eying his tool sideways as they each released a stream into the urinals. Even though it was mid-morning, it had been plain that Thor was ready, and more than ready, to get into some action. Within a minute after Lars stepped closer to him, they had their hands on each other’s tools in a classic “let’s fuck” handshake. At 40, Lars was apt to take a bit longer to get going, but Thor was half his age and had needed only one touch and squeeze to shoot right up to a full erection, his seven inches jutting up and out at a proud, aggressive angle. So aggressive, in fact, that he simply couldn’t squeeze it back behind his zipper fast enough when the door creaked as another man entered. The newcomer had taken in the scene at a glance, nodding approvingly and winking at Lars as they passed him on the way to the exit. In ten more minutes, Lars and Thor were naked together in a suite of the adjacent hotel. Despite his forceful name and aggressive erection, Thor proved to be the kind of quiet young fellow who enjoyed being manhandled. That suited Lars right down to the ground. In two minutes, he had his eight-inch spear buried deep in the younger man’s throat. Four minutes after that, his tongue was lashing and drilling in the deep valley between Thor’s beautifully proportioned ass cheeks. Three more minutes found Lars buried deep in the hole, driving and thrusting with his entire eight inch length deep into Thor’s snug ass tunnel. Lars was enjoying himself more than he’d expected he would. Thor might be young, but he was skilled at working his ass muscles to give his partner’s cock a delightful ride, and his busy butt had Lars moaning appreciatively as the older man pounded deep inside his hot young ass. Lars had changed up the position several times, first letting Thor sit on his spear and ride up and down on it, then picking the young guy up and pinning him against the wall, legs over shoulders as Lars drilled full force into him. Then he’d dropped Thor onto his face on the bed and lay on top of him, nuzzling his partner’s back and shoulders as he fucked straight down into the delightful ass under him. Those deep strokes brought Lars off the first time. An hour later, give or take a few minutes, after Lars had dropped a second big load into Thor’s hot young fuckhole, he had invited Thor to join him that night for a week-long trip (with all expenses paid) to a resort in Mauritius. Thor hadn’t even bothered to pretend to think it over. He’d dashed off home to grab his passport and get packed (“You’ll need a few nice clothes,” Lars had said) and was back within the hour. Then it was off to Oslo Airport, where they snagged the last flight to London. After a late supper in the airport hotel’s glass-walled restaurant, another wild round of fun and games with Lars slurping all of his two loads our of Thor’s hole (before adding a third one for good measure), they’d curled up together and enjoyed a good night’s sleep. The next day, after a late and leisurely start, they’d left the hotel on a pre-arranged late checkout before joining the ongoing overnight flight to Mauritius. A deluxe limousine awaited them at their destination for the ride from the airport, bringing them quickly to the deluxe resort on its own private coral sand beach, where they’d settled into a generously spacious overwater bungalow. In no time, they had shed their travel clothes and pulled on swimsuits before heading out to the terrace. It was perfectly screened from view from all of the neighbours. It was the first time that Lars and Thor had really been able to take a good look at each other in broad daylight. Thor had enjoyed to the full the sight of Lars’ hot, hard body as he made his way to the plunge pool and stepped down into the water. Once Lars turned around and sat down on the underwater ledge, he’d enjoyed in turn the way that Thor’s snug, minimal swimsuit clung all around his insistent, semi-erect cock and full, round ass. As soon as Thor climbed down into the pool, Lars drew him over to sit down, an eager hand already clutching at Thor’s butt. At once, they began making out hot and heavy, with duelling tongues plunging into each other’s mouths as their hands groped and squeezed and rubbed the two growing bulges. After a minute, Thor got up, climbed onto the rim of the pool, and sat down on his haunches, pulling his tiny red swimsuit down over his ass cheeks as he did so. Lars immediately swung around and plunged his face into that tempting deep valley, eating and tonguing Thor’s hot ass as fast as he could go. Thor moaned in delight as Lars expertly pushed his tongue into the hole, opening Thor up and getting him ready for a hard cock. But Lars suddenly pulled away, slapped Thor’s bare ass, and hissed quietly, “Get down in the water – now!” Just as Thor dropped obediently back into the pool, he caught the throbbing sound of the engines as a dive boat full of snorkelers from an adjacent resort came chugging by. The two of them waved at the boat, getting several friendly waves in return. All the time during this interruption, Lars had his other hand hard at work under the water, palming and squeezing Thor’s bulge. After the boat had passed out of sight, Lars got up on the rim of the pool and bent over, sliding his swimsuit down to offer Thor his ass. Thor dived in right away, licking and sucking while pushing a finger into that inviting hole. His cock got even harder under the water when Lars moaned, “Fuck, yes! That’s so good. Get your cock into me now, dammit!” Although Thor preferred to play catcher, he was never one to say no. Thor drew Lars back down into the pool and then planted his cockhead against the older man’s hole. After a minute of pressure, he felt the hole give way and his cock moved slowly inside. Lars groaned, hissed, gritted out his words through the tension, “Fuck, that’s so hard… haven’t had a dick in me for ages… push it right in there, get it all inside me.” Thor had always fantasized about fucking out in the open air, doing it in broad daylight, It was bonus that he now found himself fucking this hot, muscular daddy, burying his cock quickly and repeatedly in Lars’ tight, willing hole. Just the realization that he was living out his long-held fantasy was enough to override his normal brakes, and he fired off a big load inside Lars almost before he knew what was happening. Being young and well-trained, he was able to keep right on plowing without any delay. But Lars changed the game up again. He pulled away from Thor, spinning around and growling, “Time for you to get it.” But Thor dodged away from him and dived under the water. Lars watched with amusement as Thor chased down and captured in his mouth a couple of small traces of his cock cream which had escaped and were drifting lazily in the pool. Then he came up, smiling, and kissed Lars, letting the recaptured sperm swish around between their mouths. After a moment, Lars broke the kiss and spun Thor to face the wall – then aimed his dick into Thor’s crack and leaned over his back, pushing deep inside the younger man’s muscular ass. Lars, too, was immensely turned on by the public nature of their coupling and exploded inside Thor within a few minutes of hard-driving fuck action. They kept kissing for another minute or two as they recovered their breath from the wild action, but then Lars said, “We’d better get inside before we get the sunburn of a lifetime. Didn’t even take time to put on sunscreen!” The meeting resumed in the enormous walk-in shower, and Thor took advantage of the mood to fuck and breed Lars again, taking a little more time to enjoy the process before going for the grand finale. Over the next few days, their holiday idyll in the sun continued. It was all relaxing, all fun, all enjoyment, all amid the tropical paradise of the resort and the well-nigh perfect weather. All this time, though, Thor was getting more and more curious. Much as they enjoyed the days spent snorkelling, the lengthy soaking in their private outdoor pool or the hot tub in the palatial bathroom, the lazy lunches and deluxe dinners on their terrace, and the frequent wild sexual episodes in the gigantic bed (or out of it), he could tell that Lars was getting edgy. Several times, he’d spotted Lars reading over a lengthy printed letter, with a schedule attached. He hadn’t asked any questions, but he had deduced (accurately) that Lars had some business to deal with while they were here. Then, there had been the morning when they’d decided to have breakfast in the restaurant for a change of pace, and he’d spotted Lars exchanging covert glances with a brown-skinned man at another table. On their fifth day, Lars had finally said something. “Thor, we have a formal meeting to go to tonight for dinner. We’ll need to be dressed to walk along to the main lodge and the restaurant. We’ll leave at sunset.” “”Formal as in jacket and tie?” “No, a good shirt, trousers, and dark shoes will do.” Thor heaved a silent sigh of relief. He was a casual guy and hated having to get dressed up in a suit. This cryptic announcement had left him full of questions, but he held his peace. Being a travel-date “boyfriend” to an obviously rich man was a new role for him, but he had the good sense to keep his thoughts private and wait for Lars to set the tone. As the two of them sauntered into the restaurant that evening and were escorted by the host to a private dining room, Thor got two of his questions answered at once with just a quick look around. There wasn’t a woman in sight anywhere, and every one of the nine older men already in the room had a sexy younger man standing close beside him. Thor immediately recognized a couple of the younger men as hotties that he had spotted while roaming around the resort, either at the bar in the main lodge area, or on that picture-perfect beach under the swaying palms. He’d made the right guess, too, as he now realized, when he’d seen those young men wearing swimwear as skimpy and provocative as his own. With drinks in hand, Lars and Thor began making the rounds of introductions as more guests arrived behind them. Thor’s agile mind picked up several more details before they had gone halfway around the party. The men were an assorted lot from all corners of the globe. One of them was the man he’d spotted Lars looking at in the restaurant the previous morning. Despite their diversity of origin, or perhaps because of it, all the men in this miniature United Nations were conversing fluently in English. What intrigued Thor most of all was the realization that all of the older men knew each other. However, only some of the younger men present greeted Lars by name, while others appeared to be strangers to his wealthy partner. If that was the right word – perhaps “sponsor” would have been nearer the mark. Thor was feeling more and more with each passing minute like a debutante being formally presented at court. The cocktail hour carried on for closer to two hours. Thor found himself getting into conversations with almost all of the older men present. He also had a chance to chat with a couple of the younger guys. As he worked his way through a second margarita, he loosened up a good deal, joining freely in the laughter that now echoed through the room. He grinned from time to time, too, when a roaming hand brushed against his bulge or momentarily cupped one of his firm butt cheeks. Thor was no fool. He could guess that this “meeting” was eventually going to end up in various bedrooms in the resort – and he was definitely up for that, in more ways than one. As it turned out, he was absolutely right – but the grand finale wasn’t going to be quite as straightforward as he was thinking. It was well past dark before they finally got the call from the head waiter to sit down to supper. Out of the corner of his eye, Thor had spotted a couple of servers roaming around the room and placing name cards at the four square tables (set for eight guests each), always after a quick, quiet exchange with one of the older guests. Having noted that, Thor was not altogether surprised to find himself seated next to Yoshi, an older Japanese man, while his neighbour on the corner was Farouk, a studly young Egyptian whose sizable bulge in his snug, tailored trousers had already caught Thor’s attention. Conversation flowed easily around the four couples at the table. None of the young fellows in the party had been seated at the same table as the older man with whom each of them had arrived. There was Lars, Thor noticed, sitting at another table next to a young hottie who looked Polynesian. The meal was light on quantity (a sensible plan so late in the evening in the tropics) but of the very finest quality, as were the wines served with each course. There was only one detail which didn’t quite fit the picture. At the end of the meal, each of the older men filled in what appeared to be a scorecard of some kind which Thor didn’t see clearly as Yoshi had turned half away from him. Farouk and Thor exchanged puzzled glances at that. Then the white-haired gentleman acting as the chair of the meeting got up to speak. In a bland, business-event voice, he thanked everyone for coming, with a conventional wish that he trusted that everyone was enjoying the meal and the resort as a whole. Then he added on a sentence which sent Thor’s eyebrows notably higher than usual. “I will look forward to seeing all of you again in two months’ time, gentlemen.” Thor did a quick mental calculation. It was late October now; two months would bring them to Christmas.

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Chapter 5: The Crowning Moment George stirred slowly awake, conscious only of a distinct feeling of well-being. For the moment, he had forgotten where he had gone to sleep the night before. He had slept very deeply and peacefully, a thing which did not always happen when he was living ashore. Daylight was shining around the edges of the heavy curtains at the windows, but only a little, and he wanted to get up and look out – not just to see what manner of day it might be, but also to try to remember where he was and why. This certainly wasn’t his home in Jamaica, wherever else it might be. He pushed aside the richly-embroidered quilted coverlet, and slid out of bed, padding over to the window in his stockinged feet. Prying the curtains aside, he noted first the sheer size of the glass panes in the window, proof positive that this was a truly wealthy home, and then gazed out at a sunlit vista of symmetrical formal gardens, centred around an elaborate fountain. It was all a far cry from his much more modest home down by the harbour on Port Royal Point in Kingston, and even farther removed from the low deck beams and sloping deck of the captain’s cabin on board Egeria.. This whole expedition to England, right from the outset, had turned into a huge eye-opener, in more ways than one. Speaking of eye-openers, he swung back to the room behind him, to see that the bed covers had already been thrust aside all the way by his bedmate. Ah, yes, that was young Matthew, the aptly-titled Earl of Butcombe. He was lying face down on the bed now, his pert and firm buttocks rising out of the covers with a distinct air of invitation. Memory returned in full force. George had travelled for months, making the long and tedious voyage from Jamaica to Portsmouth aboard the West India packet, to attend at the court of Queen Anne, and to make a personal but highly informal application for a letter of marque. Such a letter of marque, once received, would license him to use his own vessel as a privateer or private ship of war and to prey on the commerce of England’s enemies. In the Caribbean, that could mean any of Spain, France, the Netherlands, or Portugal, according to the rapidly-shifting currents of diplomacy, dynastic marriages, and the terms of peace and war in the eighteenth century. In theory, the practice of issuing letters of marque by colonial governors had ended before George had been born in 1692. In practice, he had heard, the letters could still be had, but only by applying in person in London (and applying very much on the quiet), and only with some kind of sponsorship from the higher echelons of English society. George had already approached the Duke of Bridgwater, an acquaintance of his late father, with a written request. A return letter from the Duke’s private secretary assured him that his request might possibly be granted, but only after he had appeared in London and paid his respects to the Queen and to the various other leading figures at the court. The Duke, the secretary had further informed him, would sponsor Treston to enter the court, and invited Treston to reside at his London town house during the weeks when the court convened at St. James Palace. In closing, the secretary had informed him (a trifle haughtily) that full court dress was essential and that he ought to arrive in London at least a month before the court assembled, to acquire the appropriate clothes before it was time to move into the Duke’s house. The whole tone of the letter reeked of privilege and of the belief among the English aristocracy that men like George were uncouth bumpkins from the outer fringes of the wild lands. So George had sailed from Kingston in the spring of 1722, aboard one of the regular packet ships which carried mail, passengers, and small items of cargo between the islands and London. The entire plan became a trifle skewed during his voyage. Along its way, the West India packet had interrupted its leisurely progress to call in at Bermuda, and there received the sad news. The Queen had fallen ill again and was not expected to recover. When he arrived in England on August 3, he stepped ashore into a country deep in mourning, and learned that Queen Anne had in fact died, two days earlier, and the assembly of the court in September, following the Coronation, was now being planned to welcome the new King – a German prince from Hanover, who was the late Queen’s nearest relative of acceptably Protestant religion. George was advised that he really ought to remain for the ceremonial accession and crowning of the new King. He knew enough to take that as an order, however polite the language. He'd emitted a monumental sigh on hearing this “advice,” but then reflected that it was a good thing that his successful business, and the inheritance from his father, had suitably padded up his strong box. It also occurred to him that this visit to England would be a suitable occasion to enquire into setting up one or more secure bank accounts. However, for the moment, he was forced to write letters, explaining all these details to the company’s acting head, Kiru, and the manager, Silas, back in Kingston. With any luck, the letters might reach Kingston before George himself could expect to return. Maybe. Privately, George was more than a little distressed to be separated for so long from Kiru, but the prospect was looking a little less bleak this morning than it had the day before. In London, George had stayed in a recommended hotel, the Golden Cross, while he acquired the necessary court clothes, as well as more sombre dark suits for the period of public mourning. Then he went on the assigned date to the Duke’s London town residence, Harptree House. There, he showed his letter of invitation, and after his chest and bags were taken in charge by a footman, he was met by an undersecretary who informed him in a snotty tone of voice that he must address the Duke, and the Duke’s private secretary (an Earl no less), as “my lord.” He was then escorted to the private secretary’s office. “Mr. George Treston, my lord,” the undersecretary pompously announced. “Thank you, Pensett,” the young man by the desk said loftily. The undersecretary bowed out, closing the door as he went. Pensett’s departure from the room was definitely an example of “withdrawing” – far too stately to be called simply “leaving.” “Good morning, Mr…. ah… Treston.” “My Lord.” George offered his most stylish bow. “Oh, for God’s sake, let’s drop all that tedious court protocol now.” George’s head jerked up in comical surprise, and the young man facing him laughed heartily. “My name’s Matthew, pleased to meet you.” George studied the handsome face, the trim figure, the snug breeches, and then noticed that Matthew was studying him as well, and in the same way. He didn’t mind a bit. “You probably weren’t expecting a titled Earl to talk to a lowly commoner this way. I was just granted the title last month and I’m still not used to it. You know, having people bowing and scraping to me. Well, let’s get down to business.” Matthew indicated a chair for George, and then perched on the edge of the desk in front of George while describing the schedule for the remainder of the day. Matthew thrust aside the tails of his lavish brocaded coat, allowing the now-noticeable bulge in his breeches to press forward. “You’re to see the Duke at half past four, after he takes tea with the Duchess. Refreshments will be served in the reception room at 6:00, and the procession will enter the dining room at half past seven. You will be partnered with Lady Lydia Galbraith, the lady in waiting to the Duchess.” As Matthew said this, he was discreetly (or not so discreetly) adjusting the lump in his breeches. “You’re expected to make conversation with her, and with the gentlemen on either side of her and the ladies on either side of you.” His droll tone as he rolled his eyes conveyed the tedium of conversing with ladies as opposed to engaging in much more interesting activities with the men. “Once the Duchess and the ladies retire from the dinner table at the end of the meal, and port and cigars are handed around, the formal part of the evening is ended.” George ventured a guess. “And the informal part can begin then, yes?” Matthew grinned and winked in agreement. His interview with the Duke consisted of a mixture of tediously detailed instructions in court protocol along with a whole series of intriguing looks and gestures. George had no trouble deducing that the Duke of Bridgwater found him just as interesting as his secretary had done, and for the same reason. George could then connect the dots and understand just how such a plainly man-loving young man as Matthew had used the Duke as a means of working his way into the heart of the aristocratic inner circle. Several hours later, the port and cigars duly distributed, George had risen from the dinner table and taken his leave, cued by a discreet smile and tilt of the head from Matthew. He had exited the dining room through the same door by which he had seen other men coming and going, guessing it would lead to the privies. As he walked that way, a panel in the wall suddenly opened beside him. A hand reached out, seized his arm, and dragged him quickly in, and the panel silently swung shut before he could even utter. “What the devil…?” A lantern swung up, illuminating the grinning face of Matthew. “I thought,” Matthew drawled out in an amused tone, “that this was what you wanted.” With that, he dropped his hand and caressed the bulge in George’s breeches, feeling it hardening under his hand. “Oh, good, a nice big one.” George moaned quietly as Matthew worked on him. He tried to reach for Matthew to return the favour, but Matthew waved him off. “Not yet. Come this way.” As they walked through the twisting passageway and up two flights of stairs, Matthew was quietly explaining to him. “You can’t run a house like this without these hidden passages inside the walls. They let you get from place to place without everyone seeing you.” “Aren’t you worried about running into some of the servants in here?” “Not now. The private maids and valets are all waiting in the rooms of their respective gentlemen and ladies, while everyone else is downstairs, attending on the party. I’d be more worried about running into the Duke or the Duchess and having to ‘not notice’ whoever they had with them.” With that, he chuckled as he thrust open a door. “Here we are.” They entered a sitting room, where a sleepy-eyed valet snapped to attention. “It’s all right, I shall attend to myself tonight, Davies. You may go to bed.” “Very well, my lord.” The valet bowed out, with a knowing smile on his face. They walked through into a bedroom. Not palatial, but a decent size. Candles were burning on the lampstand on the floor, the curtains were drawn, and the handle of a warming pan could be seen sticking out from under the covers. Matthew put down the lantern he was carrying and at once began to undo his clothes. Hangers awaited in the open clothes press. He began to hang his breeches and coat, then turned to George and said, “Well, what are you waiting for?” “Just enjoying the show.” As George said that, Matthew was pulling up his silken shirt, revealing a nicely-toned body. His drawers dropped next, giving George a prize view of his rigid cock, more than ready for action, and his smooth rounded buttocks. With that, George shifted into high gear, as rapidly dispensing with his clothes and hanging them neatly aside, then stripping off the under layers. While he finished, Matthew was removing the warming pan and turning down the coverlet. “I was right. A good, big one. Bring that thing over here and let’s get in together.” As George scrambled into the bed, Matthew extinguished the candles, one by one, and then dropped into bed next to him, pulling the covers up as he did so. George pushed up against Matthew’s body, feeling their hard cocks dueling in between them like swordsmen. He reached down to grasp Matthew’s shapely erection and found that the head was already wet with juice. “My, my, aren’t you all fired up and ready to explode.” Matthew chuckled. “Not exactly. I just get wet right away and keep on leaking for quite a while.” With that, he pushed his mouth onto George’s lips, prying them open with his tongue. At the same time, his own hand wrapped itself around George’s pole and began to squeeze and stroke it. In no time, two sizable erections were both ready and more than ready. But George wasn’t quite certain of what to do next. It wasn’t that he lacked experience – far from it. But this was another matter altogether. What was the correct protocol when you were bedding down with a member of the titled aristocracy? Normally, it would be a case of bow, scrape, and do whatever was asked. The problem was that the Earl of Butcombe was acting like he felt it was much more blessed to receive than to give, as he turned over and rubbed his firm round ass against George’s rampant (and now leaking) tool. George finally shrugged and let instinct dictate his actions, reflecting that, if he was wrong, he could always go back to Jamaica empty-handed – and wouldn’t mind doing so as long as he succeeded in piercing and filling this beautiful aristocratic ass at least once. With that thought, he dug his fingers into Matthew’s crack and found, to his delight, that the man was not only clean but nicely moistened with some scented lotion. He worked the tip of his rampant cock into place and began to push. It was plain at once that he had made the right choice. The Earl was certainly no shrinking violet. His hole opened right up with no delay, allowing George to slide inside him and keep right on sliding to the bottom of the well. There he lay, stretched out along the back of a titled Earl, no less, with his rampant cock buried deeply inside the Earl’s tight hole. But then he felt that hole chewing in a demanding sort of way on his cock and knew that it was time for him to stand and deliver, so to speak. George began sliding his erect tool out of the warm hole which caressed it, and then back in. Matthew, Earl of Butcombe, moaned in ecstasy as George Treston drove deep into his body, over and over. But then George cried aloud and, with a violent contraction of his loins, spewed a massive load of sperm inside the Earl’s titled butthole. The three months away from Kiru and the three weeks without the ministrations of Jeremiah, the talented cabin boy on the West India packet, had done their dirty work. Matthew cried, “Oh, no!” His tone was disappointed. But George hastened to reassure him by resuming the pace of his fucking and slowly speeding it up. Before long, his hips were slapping loudly against Matthew’s firm round ass on every stroke. Now that he’d spurted once, George was in a fair way to keep going for quite a while before his next explosion. And Matthew was loving every minute of it. His loud moans and the twisting motions of his body made it plain that he was a natural-born bottom, and indeed that he had an uncommonly sensitive ass. After a few minutes of this treatment, his hole seized right up on George’s rampant cock as he convulsed in his first orgasm. George kept right on fucking, and discovered to his delight that Matthew, like his own talented apprentice Blaine, was one of those rare men who could keep right on having orgasms in a chain, one after another, on and on until he was practically screaming for relief. And because his hole kept right on grabbing at George, on and on, it didn’t take too much longer for George to bestow a second load into that talented ass. George’s legs were getting a bit sore. He decided to force a change of position, hoping that the Earl wouldn’t be too upset at him for acting in such an inappropriate and forward manner. He pulled out, climbed up on the bed, and lay down beside Matthew, then pulled Matthew up onto his side so that George’s cock was in position to slide into him from behind. Thus positioned, George resumed his energetic fucking of the Earl, ramming deep and hard inside and pulling all the way out, again and again. Matthew squealed each time he slammed his cock deep down into that hole, and then exhaled loudly as he pulled out. It was more than he could stand, and his chain of orgasms finally died away, but only after he’d made a thoroughgoing mess of the bedcovers. George speeded up, sensing that the evening was about to come to an end, and in less than a minute his, too, managed to reach a third climax. He pulled out at last, rolling onto his back with a gasp of exhaustion. It had been the biggest workout he’d given himself in quite a while. Beside him, Matthew’s slow, gentle, quiet breathing settled down to a steady rhythm as sleep claimed him. George let himself go and fell asleep right after. During the night, he woke up to use the chamber pot, then pulled the eiderdown over both of them and fell asleep again. Now he stood by the window, enjoying the view of the gardens in the morning sunlight alternately with the view of the enticing body lying on the bed. Then the door opened, and Davies, the valet, entered with two cups of tea on a tray. He smiled at the sight of George’s naked body by the window and put the tea down on the table – then proceeded to rouse his master. Once Matthew had recovered consciousness, Davies handed him a note. He read it once, then again, and then dismissed Davies and sprang out of bed. “Good morning, my lord,” George said, chuckling. Matthew laughed for a moment, then turned serious. “I need to move fast. The Duke wants to see me in an hour. I’m sorry, but I will have to ask you to wait until I’ve prepared and gone.” “I have all day, as far as I know.” Matthew picked up and rang the hand bell. Davies entered again. “Davies, bring hot water and lay out my fresh clothes. Then, go to the kitchen and make up a breakfast tray for Mr. Treston. After he’s eaten, you can help him to wash and dress, and then show him the way to his room through the passages.” “Yes, my lord.” After Matthew had washed, dressed, and gone, Davies came back again with a breakfast tray, and another note, this one for George. He opened it and read: Kindly present yourself in the Amber Drawing Room At Four O’Clock this afternoon To take Tea with the Duke and Duchess of Bridgwater. After he’d enjoyed his breakfast, and been shown to his room, he pondered what he would do to occupy himself between ten o’clock and tea time. As he was mulling that question over, there came a knock at the door – the main door, the entrance from the main hall. He got up and opened the door, revealing a strange young man in servant uniform. “Yes?” “My name is Herne, sir. I am assigned to take care of you and attend to your needs during your stay here at Harptree House. To begin with, I have been told to show you the way to your own room.” “Thank you, Herne. Let’s go there first.” It was a brief walk along the hall and around a corner until they came to a pleasant room which faced out on the courtyard in the middle of the house. George’s bag and sea chest were already there, placed next to the clothes press and the chest of drawers. “I can tend to unpacking your clothes at the first opportunity when you are occupied elsewhere,” Herne said in a discreet voice. “If you don’t mind, Herne, I’d like to ask you a few questions.” “Of course, sir.” “First of all, since I’m invited to tea this afternoon, which way do I go to find the Amber Drawing Room?” “It’s downstairs, sir. I will show you.” “Thank you. And second, since it’s going to be a while until tea, where can I go to get a light meal between now and tea time?” Herne smiled. “If you wish to go downstairs, there is a buffet laid out in the private dining room between twelve o’clock and half past one. Or, it you prefer, I will be at your service to bring what you wish to your room.” “I should prefer to go down, I think. And finally: where do I go to head outside for a walk in the gardens?” “I will show you that as well, sir. If you need nothing more here…?” “Not at this time, thank you.” “Then we may as well go down now, and I will show you what you wish to know.” Nothing there but respectful attention, George thought. No such subtle signals as he’d gotten from Matthew. Nor was there any sign of the slightly insolent smirk he’d observed on Davies’ face. While Herne might not be on the “available” list, it was plain to George already that, no matter who did what, the servants would immediately know all about it. He followed Herne along the hall, and around the corner to the sweeping main staircase, fitted like a frame around a cascading crystal chandelier. They descended to the main floor, and Herne began pointing things out to him. “The Card Room, sir. The Garden Room. This is the Amber Drawing Room.” He proceeded a few steps down the hall and then indicated an open double door on the other side. “The Private Dining Room. As you can see, sir, the tables are already laid out for the luncheon buffet.” At this point, he doubled back and walked past the main stairs in the opposite direction, then pointed out a short hallway where several steps led down to a double French door. “The exit to the gardens, sir.” “Thank you, Herne. I think that covers all I need to know for now. No, wait, one last thing. How do I call you when I need you?” “In your own room, sir, simply ring the bell. Here in the public rooms, you can ask the butler or one of the footmen to locate me.” “Thank you, Herne. That is all for now.” George studied Herne as he walked away. The man carried himself very well, and his uniform fitted him very neatly, allowing George a good guess at what lay underneath. It was a pity that he hadn’t given away any clues. Ah, well, time enough for that. At four o’clock he was introduced into the Amber Drawing Room by a footman. A little to his surprise, there were no other guests than himself. Conversation was stilted at first but soon warmed up. The Duke’s normal irascible tone was considerably sweetened by his wife’s presence, while her low but melodious voice was pleasant to the ear. They asked him many questions about life in Jamaica, and he in turn asked about London, and about the ducal manor in Bridgwater, three days’ journey to the west. But George couldn’t rid himself of the impression that, throughout this congenial chat, both the Duke and the Duchess were trying to undress him with their eyes. Later that night, after another and only slightly less formal and boring dinner, George was relaxing in his room. Herne was giving him a foot rub after prying his too-tight formal shoes loose from his feet. Both of them pricked up their ears at the sound of a quiet knock, or was it a scratch? It came from the door to the inner passageways. Herne went over and opened the door, disclosing a young woman. “Excuse me, Mr. Treston, sir,” and here she dropped a most beautiful curtsey, “but her Grace the Duchess would like to have a word with you. In private, if you please, sir.” The last words were unmistakably directed at Herne. House shoes on in place of evening shoes, George followed her through the passages until they came out in the private sitting room of the Duchess’ suite. She curtseyed again, and then withdrew. “Thank you for coming, Mr. Treston.” “My lady.” George bowed to her. “Oh, do let us dispense with that tedious courtly protocol. I asked you to come here because I heard that you spent last night with Matthew.” George’s embarrassed grin gave her the answer she expected. “I heard from Anna that you gave him quite a wild ride.” “Yes, I did.” “And I wanted to take a turn in the saddle myself.” “Well, Ma’am, I don’t normally give lessons to ladies.” “I expected that to be your answer. But are you sure…” and here she reached up and removed the towering, curly wig, “that I am a lady?” George, bereft of words, gaped at the sight. Shorn of the masses of curls, the Duchess was unmistakably a man. Holding the wig in one hand, he walked over to the table and rang for the maid. Anna returned to the room, taking the wig, and escorting him into the next room, signalling to George to come with them. He followed, dazed -- but also intrigued. The evening became even more intriguing as the Duchess (as George supposed he should still be considered) calmly proceeded to undress Anna, the maid, who now also was revealed to be an attractive young man. As they disrobed, they took turns helping each other to wipe off their elaborate feminine make-up. George had also begun to undress now, and Anna now took a moment to show him a special cupboard for the guest clothing. Soon the three of them were standing, naked, checking each other out. They made an interesting mixed trio: one slender young lad, one man in his twenties, and one older man heading towards middle age, but still well worth anyone’s time. Their cocks were arranged in size in the same order as their ages, with the largest cock of the lot belonging to the Duchess. However, if George was expected to be scared or intimidated, his “hostess” was due for a disappointment. The man who could regularly take everything Kiru had to give him would never be intimidated by mere size, no matter how impressive. In no time, George was on his knees, sucking on that generous slab of meat while the young fellow lay on the floor in front of him, giving his own cock a treatment. Act Two saw the three of them up on the sizable bed, with the “Duchess” eating George’s ass while he in turn ate the ass of “Anna”. Once both of them were thoroughly loosened up, the show proceeded to the grand finale, as George entered the boy’s ass while the “Duchess” entered his. He’d never experienced such a sensation before, fucking and getting fucked all at the same time, and it aroused him mightily. In the end, after an hour of exhaustive activity, the guest of honour had cum three times inside the maid, no less, while the hostess had bred him twice. Not to be outdone, “Anna” had spewed two loads all over the bedcovers. Anna was also the first to recover. In commendably quick time, he had slipped back into his maid’s dress and wig, done a rapid make-up job, and was once again the demure servant to the life. Anna curtseyed to them both and withdrew, after asking the Duchess what time she would like coffee and asking George if he had any instructions for Herne. The Duchess remained, cuddling on the bed with a bemused but satisfied George. “Well, Mr. Treston, I imagine you have a few questions you would like answered. And please don’t fuss me with any protocol. It’s so out of place at this hour and in this state of undress.” They both laughed before George came out with the foremost question in his mind. “Are all the ‘women’ in this house men in women’s clothes and wigs?” “Not all, but many. And some of the servants who appear to be men are actually women. We planned it that way when we decided to get married.” George shook his head, dazed, as she went on. “I was an actor when Robert met me. There were a few of us who dressed as women for parody shows which we did in private homes. He was a guest at one of these parties, and he guessed almost at once that I was actually a man. After we’d spent some time together, we made a match of it, and we brought along a number of my theatre friends as servants and members of the household. Matthew was one of them. “It takes a great deal of money to keep everyone happy, of course, but Robert has made some astute and profitable speculations in London real estate, while I had already had a successful career at clipping the bank accounts of wide-eyed, wealthy young men who couldn’t resist a big cannon. So all of the household staff are very well paid, certainly better than if they were employed in the Royal Household.” Their conversation continued along those lines for a while. In time, George got up, dressed, kissed the Duchess good night and wished him/her sweet dreams, which made both of them laugh again. Back in his room, he found Herne waiting, stolid and stone-faced as ever. Herne assisted him to prepare for bed, and then disappeared with a polite but meaningless “Good night.” And George lay awake for some time, pondering everything he had learned. The next evening he had to disappoint Matthew, who had been hoping for another night of fun and games. “I’m sorry, your Lordship, but I’m all worn out after the last two nights.” “Rumour has it that, when you’re at home, you’re good for every night.” George laughed at that, but his laugh soon turned sad and serious. Having hot sex on tap any day and every day was all very well, but there was no substitute for time spent with the man he loved. Matthew quickly apologized. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. We all heard from a business associate of the Duke about your legendary love affair, and I should have known that you’d be missing him. Come on, let’s just cuddle up and you can tell me about him.” They proceeded to do just that, and George was definitely relieved by having a chance to talk about some real part of his life, in this bizarre nest of pretences and disguises and false fronts. Matthew held him close and stroked him gently as he talked, and that simple gesture of caring went a long way too. In the end, they fell asleep together like that, with Matthew holding George close. Life continued on for the next month at Harptree House, even as the preparations for the coronation and the court assembly went forward. George fucked repeatedly, or got fucked by, the Duke, the Duchess, the Earl, Anna (whose real name was Leonard), Pensett (who became far less pompous and officious after George bred him), Davies, and others. When the time came for the Coronation, the Duke had numerous official engagements, most important of them being the Accession Council. He and the Duchess, and the Earl with them, had to attend a number of high-level parties (“mind-numbing boredom,” as the Duchess complained to George later at night after one of them). For the Coronation itself, they even wangled a seat for George at the very back of Westminster Abbey, no mean achievement when eighty percent of the Abbey’s capacity was taken up by people required to attend by reason of protocol. The big moment George was preparing for came a week and a half later, when the Court officially assembled. Herne had dressed him to perfection in his court clothes, ensuring that his curled formal wig was exactly adjusted on his head. Lady Lydia had taken him in hand at the palace, leading him through the echelons of under-under-secretaries and sub-sub-officials. So well had his hosts trained him that he felt not the slightest quiver of nerves as his name was announced by the usher. He advanced, making the three ceremonial bows, and then bent to kiss the ring on the King’s hand. He even managed to withdraw backwards and over to the side without tripping over his own feet. There were still a string of formal balls to be gotten through, but the Harptree dancing master had ensured that he knew all the steps and wouldn’t disgrace himself or his hosts. However, with the Coronation and the Court Assembly out of the way, the most nerve-wracking parts were done. All that remained to be done now was to wait for an appointment with the King’s personal advisor for the colonies, where he might receive the hoped-for letter of marque. Another two weeks elapsed after the Coronation and the Court Assembly had happened, and the first three formal balls had passed, before George got the notice he’d been awaiting. Three mornings afterward, he presented himself and his letter of sponsorship from the Duke at the offices of Sir Vincent Hilperton, the personal advisor. After a brief and apparently pointless conversation, Sir Vincent thanked him for coming in the sort of bored, official tones which too plainly added the unspoken words, “and don’t stumble on the way out.” However, as George retreated into the antechamber, he was intercepted by a secretary who handed him a large envelope which contained the long-awaited letter. The Duke had already admonished him that the less people knew about his mission the better, so he settled for quietly informing the Duke that he had received the thing which he sought. From the lack of response on the Duke’s face, George deduced (correctly as it happened) that his host had known the outcome for some time, if not since before George even arrived in London. But he took it philosophically, understanding better than many older men that the hoops must all be jumped through in the correct order. That being the case, it was time for George to prepare for the long voyage home. He purchased another trunk to hold all his London finery from a leading maker. He found a date and time for a westbound ship which would take him across the ocean to Antigua. From there, he could readily get a berth on a ship heading for Jamaica – perhaps even one of his own ships, such as Euphemia, which called at Antigua from time to time. He worked in reverse order through his multiple partners at Harptree House, spending time or even full nights with each of them in turn. Last on the list was Matthew, the Earl of Butcombe, and here yet again George was invited, or expected, to spend a whole night. He gave himself a night off before his final night with Matthew, knowing that Matthew would expect him to plant at least two good-sized loads inside his firm round ass, and perhaps even more. The truth was that, ever since the night when Matthew had invited George to confide in him, the two had become good friends as much as bed partners. As ever, George had no trouble at all in rising to the occasion, giving Matthew a rousing fuck at bedtime, and cumming inside him twice. Then, in the morning, he continued in a gentler vein, sliding his way into Matthew’s warm, wet, welcoming hole to awaken him, and then pumping him slowly and gently until the floodgates opened and he poured a third load inside the Earl. Afterwards, as they relaxed while still joined together, Matthew sighed. “Dammit, George, I am really going to miss you when you’re gone. Nobody, and I mean nobody in this house fucks nearly as energetically or imaginatively as you do.” “Nobody? Really?” George had certainly enjoyed the variety offered to him as a guest. “There’s only one man here who comes even close to you.” “Who is that?” “Herne.” “Herne???” The shock in George’s voice matched the comically wide eyes and mouth. Matthew couldn’t help laughing at him. “What, you didn’t know? Well, no, that’s obvious that you didn’t know. I’m surprised.” “Herne never gave any indication that he was interested at all.” Matthew chuckled. “Well, he is, but in a different way. If you’d made a move in that direction, you would have found yourself escorted to the cellars and fastened down somewhere while he teased you, tickled you, tormented you, and finally turned you over so he could give you the works. I love getting myself filled up, but even so I can only take the full Herne treatment a few times every year. It takes a while to recover, and for the marks to die away, so I have to do it when I have no business appointments to worry about for the next week or so.” George shook his head, bemused. His main thought was that he was glad he hadn’t made a move in that direction any time during the week of the Coronation. The next day, Herne packed all of George’s belongings neatly away, certainly far more neatly than George could have done. George spent the day making final rounds in public view, tipping the various servants and enjoying a final round of tea, dinner, and conversation with the Duke and the Duchess. They, too, had enjoyed his presence as a guest, and not just in bed. As the Duke put it, in his normally irascible voice, “You’re a breath of fresh air among all the stuffed shirts I have to put up with.” The next morning, a carriage came to the front door to convey George to the docks where he would board the packet for the Atlantic voyage. His trunks and bags had been sent ahead over night and were in place in the hold and in the cabin. The ship’s captain showed great courtesy in taking him around to see where all his possessions were stowed. He knew that George owned a fleet of ships in the Caribbean, and wanted to be memorable, in case he ever wanted a change of career from the tedium of long Atlantic voyages. It was a long voyage, and it was tedious, but George at least managed the lucky break of finding a ship two days after he landed in Antigua which would call at Kingston on the way to the Caymans and Belize. That last leg of the trip passed off quickly enough, and George found himself and his belongings being landed on the new pier. And there was his humble house – humble, yes, but it certainly looked homelike to him after so many months divided between strange ships and stranger palaces. He hired a young man to load his things onto his donkey cart and convey them to this house and gave the lad a generous tip on delivery. Then he could finally relax. He had the house to himself, but he had expected that, since Carmelita wasn’t in the harbour. The odds had been not very good in any case that Kiru would happen to have been at the home base. He settled into a chair in the sitting room, quietly pondering everything he had seen and heard, and all he had learned, during his adventures. Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, there came a knock at the door. Not a polite knock, Not the quiet, gentle scratch on the door employed by the servants at Harptree House. This was a peremptory knock, a commanding knock, even an urgent knock. George sighed and pulled himself to his feet. He opened the door to Silas Braydon, accompanied by a younger man. George didn’t know him by name, but his face was vaguely familiar. It was Silas, though, who opened the conversation in hesitant tones as soon as they were inside. “I’m sorry to interrupt you, George. I knew you’d be resting after your long voyage, but I have very serious news to share.” “Well?” “And you must prepare yourself for a terrible shock.” “All right, Silas, come on, out with it.” Silas still hesitated for a moment, but he knew that his time was up. “I’m so sorry, George, but here it is: Kiru is dead.”

Chapter 4 Fresh Start George’s meeting with Braydon, the manager, was awkward and stilted. There were so many questions George wanted to ask, and he didn’t know where to begin. For his part, Braydon was being very circumspect, revealing little of substance in his conversation. He was struggling with trying to find the best way to tell this young man that he was now the sole owner of the Treston interests, the fleet of ships, the warehouses, and all the goodwill which the business had built up through multiple generations. In fact, though, and unknown to Braydon, George already knew. His father had made a will when George turned twenty-one, placing the entire business in George’s sole ownership in the event of his death, and he had given a copy of the will to George. George gave his thoughts to that subject for a minute. He was also aware that, in the will, his father had made generous provision from his own personal funds for George’s younger twin sisters. George hadn’t actually met his sisters for years. In fact, Richard Lajambe had adopted the girls when he decided to move back to England, a move which Edward had wholeheartedly endorsed. The girls would have much better marital prospects in England, and their appearance, more and more resembling their mother, would no longer serve as a perpetual rebuke to the unkindness with which Edward had treated his Esmeralda. Now, with the payout from the estate, there would be generous dowries for them both as well. Meanwhile, Braydon was still sitting in the captain’s cabin, and still hemming and hawing over the key point of the will. George decided to help him out. “Mr. Braydon, is there something you don’t want to tell me? Something, perhaps, to do with the future of the Treston business?” Braydon looked suitably startled, and then laughed. “Mr. Treston, you are just like your father – always a step ahead of me!” George chuckled too. But then he said, “He’s been training me for this ever since I was born. My father made certain that I would know exactly what was expected of me. I also know my father’s ideas of protocol. But I am not my father. I would prefer that we address each other on a first-name basis, since so much of the success of this company rests in your hands. So please, for the future, call me George.” “Silas, then.” And they shook hands on that. The remainder of the meeting went much more smoothly, now that the ice was broken. Before Braydon had even left the ship, George had already made his first two business decisions. The first was that he was going to remain as captain of Egeria. As he got a grip on the business, he needed to be able to check back in with Silas at headquarters as often as possible, and only Egeria with her relatively short circular routes could help him do that. His second decision was that Carmelita and Egeria would both remain in port for ten extra days. George had a signal to that effect sent to Carmelita. The house where he and Kiru had lived during the docking of their ships had been purchased outright by his father, and then left to him in the will. That gave them again a quiet refuge during those busy days in Kingston. The first night, Kiru spent several long hours holding an anguished George close in his arms as they lay in bed together. It wasn’t for sex. George badly needed to give vent to all the surging tides of emotion which he had been holding in all day, and just as badly he needed the comfort that he could only find in the arms of this one man. Kiru understood all of that, and he had already decided that whatever he could do to help George would be done freely and without holding back. They cuddled together, talking, listening, kissing, until sleep at last caught up with George as his tears abated. Silas spent the next week and a half preparing letters to go out to all the shippers, producers, exporters, and others in the trade world whose business had been held up by this family crisis. The letters explained that Mr. George Treston, son of the late Mr. Edward Treston, had now taken his late father’s place as the owner and operator of Treston Shipping, and apologized for the unavoidable delays in forwarding goods during this family crisis. George spent hours poring over documents, letters, financial information, getting a handle on the bigger picture of what could now fairly be called his company. He held many long discussions with Silas. He also had a meeting with a local solicitor, to draw up his own will. In it, he placed the entire ownership of the company into the hands of Kiru in the event that he should die. The solicitor hesitated, raising his eyebrows in a marked manner at this idea. Seeing that reaction, George offered to take his business elsewhere. The solicitor gave way, and the documents were duly drawn, signed, and witnessed by his clerk. Privately, though, the solicitor had his doubts that the will would stand if it were to be challenged in a court of law. Each night when George returned home after his long day immersed in business, Kiru was there to take his mind off the issues and restore some balance in his life. Kiru teased him. “I went through all that work trying to be a great sailor and leader of my crew – just to end up as the stay-at-home wifey of the new owner, who’s almost young enough to be my son!” They both laughed, but then Kiru drew George into his embrace and the laughter dissolved into sighs and moans of satisfaction. George was gradually realizing a great truth that many people never discover – that home isn’t so much a place as it is a state of mind, and when you are in a place that gives you that kind of calm, peace, breathing room, and comfort, you are home. For George, that all meant “Kiru.” It was only when they were together that he realized just how much he needed this partnership with this man to anchor his life. When he tried to explain it all to Kiru, he found that the right words weren’t there for him, but Kiru got the message all the same. “I understand you, George – and I feel just the same way. Now stop talking and give me your best shot again.” George promptly rolled Kiru onto his back, lifting his massive thighs into the air. He dived into his man’s deep ass crack, spreading the cheeks apart and licking over the musty, man-smelling hole which waited there for his attention. Kiru emitted deep sighs of satisfaction. It always felt so amazing to him whenever George was the one eating him, and he understood why. As for George, he never tired of working with lips and tongue, not just on Kiru’s ass or cock, but on any and every part of his body. On this night, he wanted to give Kiru the most incredible, thorough tongue bath possible, and he wanted it to last for as long as he could keep it going. He was more than ready to fuck this spectacular ass, but he wanted to give himself as much time as possible to anticipate it, to build up an equally spectacular load of his seed to fill Kiru’s hole. And that took time, but for George it was time well spent. After he had massaged and licked and kissed every inch of Kiru’s body, Kiru finally got tired of waiting. “S’wounds, George, aren’t you ever going to push it inside me?” George smiled. “Yes – but only when you’re good and ready.” Kiru groaned in disappointment, and George chose that exact moment to plant his cock against the ass lips and force his way inside. The groan shifted tone into a loud, long-drawn “Aaaaahhhhh” as the shaft penetrated, spread, opened, and finally pushed completely inside. Kiru dropped his legs onto George’s shoulders and reached up, grasping George with his hands and pulling him down so they could caress and kiss each other as George thrust and pounded into him. George certainly did pound him that night. He hammered his way inside Kiru like a pile driver. Kiru was tough, and immured to pain, but even he was finding this treatment a bit hard to take. He felt certain that George was working out some emotional burden which was expressing itself in violent physical activity, so he hung on and endured as George battered at his ass. Finally, George’s powerhouse strokes got more irregular, his breathing grew harsh, and Kiru knew that the end was coming. He squeezed down hard with his muscles, grasping George’s dick in an ecstatic grip as George prepared to erupt into him. And then it came. George slammed in a series of half a dozen of the most violent strokes yet, and then cried aloud as his cock contracted and spewed a torrent of juice inside his man. Kiru hung on as George kept jamming it repeatedly into him, hung on as he felt the contractions and knew that he was getting a load like none he had ever received before. Even the slave guard who had raped his teenaged ass the night he was taken captive hadn’t filled him up with so much sperm. At last George quieted down, slowed to a halt, and slipped out of Kiru’s ass. A slow tidal wave of his seed oozed out of the ravaged hole and ran slowly down onto the bed sheets. Kiru emitted a small moan of pain – George had ripped him. After a few more moments of hugging and stroking, Kiru excused himself and got up out of the bed. Opening the drawer in the chest by the wall, he drew out a small bundle of cloth. Unwinding it, he drew out a couple of leaves from a plant which glistened with some thick liquid. Reaching back, he pushed the leaves up into his hole, holding them there as the hole closed up and drew them in. “What was that?” George’s question was genuinely curious. “Medicine. I learned it from an older slave when I was in the market in San Juan. It heals the body when it’s been torn, ripped, or cut.” George looked surprised for a moment – and then realization. “Dear God in Heaven, Kiru, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Kiru walked back and lay down with him again. “Why didn’t you stop me?” “Did you want me to stop you?” “Well…” “George, I didn’t stop you because I knew that you needed to get all the hurt and anger and fear out of your system. I let you keep going because you couldn’t do that without my help.” George shuddered in relief as Kiru’s arms came around him again. For a few horrible moments, he’d been afraid that Kiru would walk out on him. This fear, too, Kiru could detect. “I could never leave you, George. I love you, and you love me, and we’re in this together for life.” Much later, as George finally fell asleep, Kiru remained awake, watching this love of his life breathing gently and evenly, relaxed, at peace, for the first time in weeks. His thoughts clearly emerged in his own mind. When I’m with you, George, I am at peace too. All too soon, their two weeks of quiet time had come to an end. This time, the two captains walked side by side from the house to the landing where they hired a boat to take them out to their ships for their return to work. Inevitably, there had been departures from the crews of each ship. Every time they anchored in Kingston for any length of time, there would be a couple of sailors who would take their pay packet and head ashore, never to be seen again. Roger and Eli, Kiru’s first mate, had filled the vacancies by promotions, hiring new apprentices in each ship to complete the crews. As the two ships sailed in close formation down the channel and passed beyond South Key into the open ocean, George had one of his crewmen on board Egeria hoist a signal. Egeria to Carmelita: goodbye and good luck. The return signal came quickly enough, but George had to take an extra moment deciphering it as the key word wasn’t a code word but was spelled out, letter by letter. At last he got it. Carmelita to Egeria: Thank you, boss. Same to you. On the second full day out from Kingston, George was walking on the deck of Egeria in the sunshine, thinking thoughts of Kiru. He was remembering the scene early the previous morning when Kiru had mercilessly pounded his hole into gaping submission before they’d returned to their ships, pondering the question of how that scene might have appeared to an observer. Of course, that train of thought was causing a bit of swelling. As he walked and thought these thoughts, his eyes were drawn to the sight of Blaine, the newest apprentice, busily scrubbing down the decks around the main hatchway. Blaine was tall, and the scrubbing handle was not really long enough, forcing him to lean forward and bend down as he applied the working end to the planking. Of course, what caught George’s eye was the lush curve of the young man’s butt, pushing out the material of his breeches in an enticing way. George found he was catching his breath at the sight. Blaine was already handsome enough in front, his skin the colour of milky coffee thanks to his mixed parentage, but this rear view was a real thing of beauty. Suddenly, George realized that the young apprentice had caught him staring and was flexing his buttocks, squeezing and releasing the muscles. It was obvious that he was asking for his captain’s attention. One more memory of Kiru distracted George’s attention for a moment, and then he shifted his eyes back to Blaine. It would certainly be weeks and could be months before he saw Kiru again, but he had no intention of settling for the infrequent attentions of Roger during that time. Roger was good, no doubt about that, but would only give to another man. George liked giving too, and as he watched Blaine blatantly teasing him, he felt sure that he would like to give his newest apprentice a full-on welcome aboard his ship. The chance came the same night, when George timed his departure from the deck to coincide with the moment when Blaine’s on-duty time ended, and he was heading below. It was a simple matter to arrive at the main hatchway at the same time, forcing Blaine to give way. At the bottom of the ladder, George waited for Blaine and then ordered him to follow. In moments, they were entering the captain’s cabin. Blaine stood respectfully to attention. George closed the gap between them, running his hands over the outline of Blaine’s body, and then working at undoing the buttons which would release the young apprentice’s breeches. At this point, Blaine grew hesitant. “What’s wrong?” George asked. “Uh, sir, the first mate had told me to report to the aft cargo hold.” George grinned. “Not to worry. That can easily be mended.” He had Blaine stand behind the door while he opened it and bellowed, “Pass the word for the first mate.” It was a matter of a minute or so before a knock came. George opened the door, admitting Roger, and then closed it. “I trust you will forgive me for interrupting your quiet time,” George drawled out in an amused tone. Roger took one quick look at the now-undressed Blaine and decided that he could tolerate the interruption. He and George proceeded to remove their clothes as quickly as possible, and then turned their full attention to the handsome apprentice. Roger moved in first, grasping Blaine’s shoulders and pressing downwards. Blaine knew at once what this man wanted, and he dropped to his knees, opening his mouth to begin licking and kissing and sucking at Roger’s cock. George moved in beside Roger and stuck his cock forward alongside Roger’s. Blaine now had two pieces of tasty, prime man meat to absorb his attention. He worked back and forth between them, swallowing one and sucking on it for a minute, and then pulling off to give his attention to the other. After a few minutes of this, both cocks were glistening with his saliva, so he turned his attention to the balls underneath them, washing those down and popping them into his mouth one by one to warm them up. By now, both Roger and George were moaning from Blaine’s exertions, and their dicks were leaking a steady stream of clear fluid. Blaine returned to the dick heads to lick up the tasty juice, swishing it around in his mouth and swallowing it. He loved the taste. Roger was ready to go farther. When Blaine was working on George again, Roger reached down and planted his hands under Blaine’s armpits from behind, drawing the young man to his feet. As he pulled Blaine up, he stepped forward so his erect cock would slip neatly right into Blaine’s crack. Roger then proceeded to slide his meat up and down between Blaine’s firm round buns, letting the fleshy mounds stroke him. George now went to his knees and sucked on Blaine’s cock, which was also leaking plenty of juice. George too loved that flavour. Roger dropped down in his turn and buried his face into Blaine’s shapely butt, licking and slurping at the crack and the hole while Blaine went off into a fury of moaning, making wordless noises of enjoyment. The two men between them were driving their young apprentice into a whirling world of ecstasy, entirely losing his conscious control and becoming solely a vehicle for unlimited sexual arousal and pleasure. When they’d gotten him all the way into this detached and uncontrolled state, Roger stood up and placed his raging tool against Blaine’s hole, and then pushed forward. The hole, fully lubricated by Roger’s mouth and tongue, opened at once and Roger’s dick sank inside his tunnel. As he slid in, he felt the muscles around the opening go into convulsions. At the same moment, George had to pull off in surprise as the young fellow’s cock exploded into his mouth and down his throat with absolutely no warning. He grasped Blaine’s shaft as his tongue worked to lick up the hot cream, but it was a losing battle. Blaine just kept pumping more and more out. As soon as the stream slowed down, Roger began pumping in and out of his ass, and in mere seconds his cock exploded again. Blaine was so far caught up in his disjointed state that he simply couldn’t stop as he kept right on blasting off in one orgasm after another. All that gripping around his shaft soon brought Roger up to the point of no return. He slammed hard and deep into Blaine’s ass five or six times and exploded inside the convulsing tunnel. Blaine kept wailing as his cock kept jumping up and down and shooting while he felt Roger cumming inside him. Only when Roger pulled out did Blaine’s endless orgasm finally slow to a halt. The young fellow was gasping for air after that nonstop chain of cum explosions. Roger came over and whispered something to George, who was still wiping the lad’s cream off his face and licking it up from his hand. Then they switched places, with Roger taking station in front of Blaine’s quivering cock while George got behind him and entered him, sliding easily inside in the nicely loosened hole lubricated with Roger’s spit and sperm. Blaine groaned again and immediately started flexing his muscles, wanting to feel George filling him up even more. George let out a loud “ohhh” as he felt that hole stroking and sucking on his cock, demanding his sperm. He began to pump the younger guy’s ass hard and fast, pounding deep inside him. George was in full rut now. He needed this, needed to mark and breed this boy just as Roger had done a few minutes earlier. For just a moment he had a vision of the two of them fucking and filling this sweet ass over and over throughout the voyage. But then, instinct took over and it was too late to think, too late to stop, too late to do anything before he blew out all his tension in this hot young man’s butt. He pumped harder, harder still, and then his cock exploded as he forced it all the way inside, pulsing out his seed into Blaine’s cute young body. Blaine moaned aloud as he felt George’s sperm mingling with Roger’s inside him. At last, George softened and pulled out. Blaine had just finished cleaning all the semen and butt slime off Roger’s dick, and now turned around, obediently cleaning off George’s tool as well. At last he released it, his duty complete, and stood up. Both men kissed him, and then kissed each other. And George summed it all up. “This is going to be one spectacular voyage.” Roger nodded agreement. Blaine, more forthright, grinned as he said, “I certainly hope so, sir.” And they all laughed. By the time George had made three more voyages in Egeria, with Roger as first mate and both Roger and Blaine as regular company, he had acquired a thorough grasp of all aspects of the business which he now found himself leading. He had also reached one truly momentous decision, all on his own. It was a reflection of the most basic differences between George and his late father. It was time indeed for George to put his own stamp on the family business, as all his predecessors had done in their turns. It was his great-grandfather, Josiah Treston, who had made the decision to shift the business from Bristol in England to the New World. Grandfather Ebenezer in turn had shifted the base of operations from Charles Town to Port Royal, changing the company forever into a regional trading business which maintained contacts with the old country. His father, Edward, had expanded the business by adding newer and bigger ships. Now it was George’s turn. At last came the time when George was ready to explain his grand idea to Silas Braydon. The timing was dictated by the next occasion when both Carmelita and Egeria were in port at the same time. For this meeting he broke another long tradition by bringing Kiru along with him. As he explained to the startled Silas, “As we get more and more spread out over longer distances, it’s important that there is at least one person other than the two of us who is privy to the inner workings of the business. I am naming Kiru as my deputy in the running of this company, with full power to exercise my authority whenever I am absent, and subject to my review upon my return. I am trusting him to use this authority sparingly, and only as necessary. His innate good judgement is my guarantee.” Silas looked decidedly uneasy at this idea, but he agreed all the same. George now proceeded to unwrap the major blockbuster which he had chosen to drop at this meeting. “I’ve also decided to withdraw Ernestine V from the West African trade. At the moment it is profitable, but there are more and more ships pursuing that business every year and the profits are not what they were. Also, there is a slowly rising tide of opinion against slavery on both sides of the ocean, and it’s only a question of time before the entire slave trade gets outlawed or stamped out. I would rather stay ahead of my competitors rather than running from behind to catch up with everyone else.” Kiru felt a need to put his oar in, and his choice of words as he did so marked a momentous shift in itself. “Sir, what then do you plan to do with Ernestine V?” George smiled. He had seen the flash of excitement and gratitude playing across Kiru’s handsome face as he made his big announcement. “For the moment, I plan to reassign Ernestine V to the Charles Town/Virginia/Boston triangle – we can certainly use both her speed and her capacity to good effect in that region. As well, her armament will give better protection against the pirates who are getting restive again in the Bahamas and up the coast. “In the longer term, I would like to build a sister ship, similar in size, capacity, speed, and armament, and upgrade our service to England. The packet ships which are operating there have their hands full as it is, with their contracts to carry the mail and with passengers. We can carry our own freight to a much bigger extent than we do now, without diminishing their business in any way. I have no interest in competing for mail or passengers. I plan to focus instead on carrying sugar which is being produced more and more here for export to England. That’s a profitable cargo, and the profits will more than repay us for the extra expense of building and crewing one or more fast ships. For all of that, I will have to go to London and meet with the owners of the two main packet fleets, as well as establishing a line of investors.” Silas spoke up. “These are interesting plans for the future, George. For the moment, though, Ernestine V will need a thorough refit before she can be reassigned.” “Of course. We’ll keep Captain Blackstone on to supervise the refit. And we’ll give him the full pay he would normally receive while at sea. He’s too good a man to lose.” Again, Silas looked a trifle startled, but George knew his mind, and certainly wanted to be proactive in retaining all the good men he had inherited along with the business.” Kiru spoke up again. “You’re very wise to do that, sir. Men as competent and as effective as Blackstone don’t grow on trees.” Both Kiru and Silas had found that they were getting their eyes opened. George had grown a great deal these last months, and not just in years. His insight into the business in all its aspects impressed both of them. Silas in particular noted how George was much more forward-thinking and gave much more heed to long-term planning than his father had ever done. That night, George couldn’t help commenting about how Kiru had formally addressed him as “sir”. Kiru replied, “George, my love, you have made yourself thoroughly the head of this company, put your hands on the rudder, and trimmed the sails to a new course which owes nothing to any of the work your father and grandfather did. As a captain in the line, it’s appropriate for me to address the owner and operator of the Treston company as ‘sir’. There’s no question – you are in charge and complete master of the situation. Silas knows that, and I know that.” George smiled. “I did tell Silas that I wanted him to address me on a first-name basis. You should too. You are a fine captain, but you are also my second-in command and designated replacement in my absence.” “Is that all?” Kiru’s face wore what could only be called a smirk. George laughed, drew him closer, and began kissing him again, reaching down to fondle Kiru’s enormous cock as he did so. Over the next couple of years, the pattern rolled smoothly forward. In due time, George realized that the conditions were ripe for him to move his grand plan ahead. He began by offering the role of captain of Egeria to Roger, who was now more than ready for the responsibility. Roger had thanked George with one last impressive fucking, shooting two loads of his juice into the owner’s deep hole. Roger was overjoyed at the prospect of finally being able to ask for Alice’s hand in marriage, having now met the demands of her father. George spent the last couple of months on shore, organizing everything to run smoothly in his absence which would last for six months at least. Kiru came back from an extended voyage about two weeks before George was going to leave on the packet service to London, and George promptly ordered that Carmelita remain in harbour for that time. Kiru didn’t object. The final night came all too quickly. As they lay together in bed, Kiru kept his cock deep inside George while he lay on top of his man after having filled him with two big loads of his sperm. George wrapped his legs and arms around Kiru as they kissed nonstop. It wasn’t the first time they’d ever fallen asleep, still linked together, but this time they slept that way all the night through. George awoke in the morning to feel Kiru’s tool, hard and hot, still nestled snugly inside him. But then it was time for him to go. The packet was sailing at noon, and there was no telling how long he might wait for another ship if he missed this one. One last lingering embrace and kiss at the door, and then George was walking down the street, setting his face and his steps towards a new adventure.

Chapter 3 Change of Command George and Kiru remained together for another two years in the Carmelita, linked in a rock-solid relationship which was a marriage in all but name. During that time, the ship’s first mate, Seddon, died unexpectedly, falling overboard and drowning during a seizure. Kiru appointed George as the interim first mate, pending their return to Kingston. There, the business manager confirmed the appointment. When Ernest returned from his four-year sojourn in England, he simply smiled at the sight. It was perhaps forgivable that he looked a bit smug at having guessed correctly what was going to happen behind his back. Both of the pair had often had moments of unhappiness and even bleak despair because of the emotional holes in their lives, and Edward was actually thrilled to see that these darker moments had all but vanished. His strongest captain and his son and successor had helped to complete each other in so many ways – and it was this completeness that really put the smile on Edward’s face. But he had no time to sit still and enjoy his success. Shortly after his return from England, his flagship, Ernestine V, made port in Kingston under the command of her first mate from the northern fjords, Torvald Ericsson. From him, Edward learned that Captain Worrickton had taken early retirement – wrapped in a sailcloth. He had been killed in a duel with a competing slave ship captain in one of the river mouths on the Gulf of Guinea. His rival had offed him by a thrust with the sword which went cleanly through his heart. The crew had brought the body aboard the ship, sailed out into the ocean, and buried him at sea in the traditional manner. All this had, of course, happened some months previously, and Ericsson had been forced to assume command for the remainder of the voyage to San Juan, and then at last back to home port in Kingston. Edward had planned to take command of Egeria as a stopgap, but now realized that he was going to have to return to sea in one of the bigger ships. Since the older captain of the Euphemia had retired for health reasons, he decided to shift the captain of Egeria to the Ernestine V, and take command of Euphemia himself. This meant that Egeria would need a new captain – and that left him with only one other person who could conceivably assume the commanding role. He hated to do it, but it was time – and it had to happen. Edward called in his son. “George, I assume you know that we have a problem – a shortage of competent officers. Because of what happened, I’m going to have to go back to sea in command of Euphemia. I’ve looked around a bit in Kingston, and I haven’t found anyone who’s available that I’d be willing to trust with one of my ships. So, it’s a problem. I’ve shifted Captain Blackstone to Ernestine V, I’m going to assume command of Euphemia, and now I can only think of one person already in the company who might possibly be up to the commanding role for Egeria. It’s fair enough to call this the junior command of the company, since she’s the smallest ship and serves the most local ports in Grand Cayman, Hispaniola, and the Bahamas as well as Jamaica itself.” George knew that this conversation was of the kind that he and his father would be having more often in future, as he had to become more involved in the workings of the company. “Who did you have in mind, sir?” Edward hesitated for just a moment. “I’m looking at him right now.” Edward was pleased to see that George didn’t flinch right away. His eyes showed that his mind was racing, adding up all the pluses and minuses, the challenges and the consequences of this promotion his father wanted to give him. Edward could see the exact moment when George’s thoughts landed on the reality that he and Kiru would have to be split up. It was only then that his face fell – and he began to look uncertain. “What is it, George?” “It’s hard to explain, sir.” “Let me help you out with that. It’s Kiru. You’re in love with him. You love him just as much as he loves you, and both of you want nothing more than to be together.” George’s jaw had dropped. When he finally recovered his composure, he asked one question: “How did you guess?” Edward smiled, a smile that showed more compassion than George had ever seen in his father’s expression before. “George, I didn’t even have to guess. It obvious to the eye as soon as anyone sees the two of you together. There are so many little things – the way you stand closer to each other than men usually do, the way you give each other little touches on the arm or shoulder, the way you turn and look at each other from time to time, the way you finish each other’s sentences….” George cut in. “Are you angry, Father?” Edward laughed. “Far from it. It’s the best thing that could have happened, for both of you.” “Then why are you going to break us up?” But George already knew the answer, even before Edward spoke in reply. “It’s not because I want to, believe me. But there’s a basic rule you’re about to learn the hard way. It’s summed up in three words: Business Before Pleasure. The simple truth is that Kiru has done his job all too well, training you to such a pitch of skill that you and he are both essential to the Treston business as captains. I wish it weren’t so, but I need both of you to lead crews on two of the ships, and that’s all there is.” “I know, sir.” George was still monumentally unhappy, but he could see the point even before his father finished explaining it to him. Business was a hard taskmaster, and that was all that could be said. “But I can give you a small consolation. Both Carmelita and Egeria are due for docking and careening. I’ve arranged for the work to be done at Robertson’s shipyards. You and Kiru can certainly feel free to spend some time together ashore while the ships are being repaired.” Edward went even further than his words suggested. He rented a house in Kingston so that his son and Kiru could have some privacy during the time their ships were taking turns at the shipyard. At the same time, he left some pretty strongly worded “suggestions” for George. Kiru laughed when he read them, and smacked George’s bare butt in the morning as he said, “Come on, Captain, time to get moving and start to learn your new job!” Kiru now helped George to navigate the challenges of preparing a ship for sea – the ins and outs of provisioning, of topping up the armaments and the magazine, of onboarding and stowing the cargo, and most of all, of running down and signing up a quality crew. Quantity was not an issue. The brothels and taverns of Kingston were filled to overflowing with experienced sailors. The trick was, as Kiru explained it, to find the right men. “You don’t want a crew made up of experienced drunkards, George. This is where you learn to see under the skin, to decide quickly whether the man you’re meeting for the first time is going to be good crew or trouble. And then you learn to make snap decisions.” “I’m going to make a mess of this.” “Probably you will, George. That’s normal, in a first command. The important thing is not to think of it as a mess – think of it as a lesson learned, so you won’t make a mess the same way again. And then, next time, do better.” In a few days, George had assembled a big enough scratch crew to take Egeria to sea for trials when her repairs were completed. As first mate, he had his contemporary, Roger. This healthy, well-formed young man had been Captain Edward’s main squeeze on his last voyage, but he had also proved himself thoroughly as a sailor and a leader. George was, as it happened, completely ignorant of Roger’s history with his father. All he cared about at this stage was having a competent second-in-command, and he’d achieved that. Busy as they were in daytime, George and Kiru managed to spend all of their evening hours together. Their respective crews knew what the score was, or at least that their two captains were living together, but it’s doubtful if many of them ever sensed just how deep the still waters were running beneath their leaders’ business-like outward appearance. They made love together every night, anxious to build up a store of memories against the time when they must be separated. One night, Kiru would take George and give him another one of his signature mind-blowing fucks. The next night, it would be George’s turn to return the favour. While his cock wasn’t as sensational, that didn’t matter at all. The two men were now coming together much more for the emotional sensations than for the physical act. The time of their parting came. George’s ship, Egeria, was ready for sea first, the bottom newly coated with sealant tar and copper, the upper works bright with new paint and gold lead, the figurehead of Egeria herself newly cleaned and embellished, and the crew all in place. George awoke early that day. He was due to sail with the morning tide, and the ebb was due to begin at about nine-thirty. Between excitement and trepidation, George was wide awake at five o’clock and unable to get back to sleep. He studied the sleeping form of Kiru next to him as the early dawn light seeped into the room through the shutters. It was a sight which never failed to excite him. George lay there, stroking his cock gently as he studied this magnificent man, his lover. At last he could bear it no more. He bent down and began to suck on Kiru’s cock, encouraging it as it rapidly began to swell and harden. As he worked, he heard Kiru’s voice, “Well, I wondered when you were going to wake me up.” George laughed and pulled himself up and into Kiru’s arms. “This is it, then. I want you to give it to me one more time, before I have to go.” Kiru rose magnificently to the occasion. George’s hole, now thoroughly accustomed to his massive erection, welcomed him in. The two of them, locked together, moving in unison, became as one yet again. George’s rhythm of contracting his well-trained muscles milked Kiru’s cock in perfect time with his slow yet mighty thrusts. Their arms locked around each other’s bodies, the two of them took each other slowly but irresistibly right up to the moment when Kiru hammered suddenly, fiercely downwards into George’s body and spewed his usual torrent of man juice into his younger partner’s body. After they’d finished, they lay together in the dawn quiet, caressing and kissing each other. And then it was time. They got up out of bed, washed and dressed, and had a last goodbye at the door, with a final deep, heartbreaking kiss. George took up his kitbag and swung it onto his shoulder, and then walked away down the steps and along the street to the landing where he could hire a boat to take him out to Egeria as she rode easily at anchor. He didn’t turn and look back, if only so that he wouldn’t burst into tears in public. Kiru went and stood by the window, watching through his telescope. He didn’t move from his post as the boat reached the ship, as George swung himself and his gear on board, and as the topsails blossomed. He continued watching as Egeria hoisted the anchor, gathered way, and swung easily around to head down through the channel, away from Kingston, away from headquarters, away from him. She passed by Port Royal Point and still Kiru stood and watched through his telescope. Only after the sails had dwindled into a dot beyond South Cay did Kiru finally lower the glass and turn back from the window, setting his face firmly toward his own day’s work, as he prepared Carmelita to return to the sea at the beginning of the next week. On board Egeria that evening, George and Roger had finished the work of sailing day and had a chance to relax and walk the deck together while talking over the plan for the voyage. On this trip, they were going first to Grand Cayman, then on to Belize, and a final call at Roatan before returning to Kingston. The two fell easily into a good working partnership as the ship sailed westwards. Despite a spell of calm weather which slowed them down, Egeria anchored off the shore of Grand Cayman on the third day out. George and Roger worked together as a team, directing the men as cargo to be offloaded was swayed up from the holds and dropped into the lighters alongside. Then came the outbound cargo, some for delivery to Roatan but the bulk of it going right around their route and back to Kingston. Similar routines followed at Belize and Roatan. Both captain and first mate had plenty of experience with planning and executing these offshore anchorage stops, and the crew worked well. As tradition dictated, the crew enjoyed a quick swim in the ocean after their work at Grand Cayman was done and before they sailed. It was a tricky channel through the reefs, so they would wait for daylight to sail. George stayed on board. The water looked tempting, but he wanted to set a tone as captain that he was on duty even when others were not. His father had never bothered to remain on his dignity at such times, but George was acutely conscious that almost all of his crew were older than he was (at the ripe old age of 22), and he refused to let crew discipline slacken until he felt more at ease in his role. He also remained on board in Belize. But when they reached their final port in Roatan, Roger had a talk with him. “Sir, that’s twice now that you haven’t joined in the ritual swim. I’ve heard the crew talking. They’re starting to think you’re too full of yourself, too pompous, too aristocratic to mingle with us lowly sailors. You should jump in today. I can keep watch on deck.” George thought for a moment; he could see the justice in what Roger was saying. “Thank you, Roger, I will do that.” Roger nodded to the boatswain, who blew his whistle and bellowed, “Crew on deck to jump in the ocean!” The eight sailors came tearing up the main hatchway, buck naked, shooting like rockets one by one over the side of the ship and into the water. “Coming, sir?” the last one called. George quickly handed off his telescope to Roger, whipped his clothes off, and dived neatly over the side of the ship to the accompaniment of whistles and hoots of merriment. They swam around in the water all together for a few minutes, laughing and joking, while Roger watched, smiling. He could see the danger of a split between captain and crew vanishing like a puff of smoke. But he could see more than that, and certainly liked what he saw. After about fifteen minutes, the crew all climbed aboard. George settled the issue of precedence before anyone began climbing by stating firmly, “I will go last.” That way, he also got a grandstand view of the parade of naked asses and cocks. The truth was, though, that George wasn’t really looking. In his head, he was mentally counting the days until the end of his fourth voyage, in about six weeks time. That was expected to be the next time that Egeria and Carmelita would both be in Kingston at the same time. At last he climbed over the side at the end of the parade, seized the towel which Roger held out for him, and rubbed himself dry, feeling happier than he had felt since coming aboard. He gave orders to secure the ship for sea, but then glanced at the horizon and the setting sun and added that they would sail at dawn. After eating dinner, he retired to his cabin. The boatswain, who was doubling as the second mate on this small ship, had the deck from eight to midnight. Roger would be on duty from midnight to four in the morning, and George would take the deck then, using those early hours to advantage to think through the hazards on the voyage back up to Kingston. At six o’clock, as the sky was lightening, Egeria weighed anchor again and set course for home, steering first around the southeastern end of the island and then heading off to the northeast. George remained on deck for much of the day. He always loved being at sea, feeling the motion of the ship beneath his feet, the tropical breeze on his face, watching with one eye always on the sails and the crew, while the other idly scanned for dolphins and flying fish – and perhaps a larger whale for variety. Being out on the open ocean had always given him a feeling of peace. He needed it. There was no one he could talk to, but the truth was that the separation from Kiru was weighing heavily on him. He did his best to remain approachable in all circumstances, but he felt more and more as if the one place he wanted to be was in his cabin, where he could hide his unhappiness from the eyes of his crew. He did his work, did it well and thoroughly, earned the respect of the sailors and of his first mate, but otherwise he kept very much to himself. Roger sensed the tension and the unhappiness causing it, and he understood, better than George would have guessed. He, too, was missing someone – his lady love ashore in Kingston. He had hoped to be given a captain’s position, as that would have given him the financial security to ask for her hand. Her father, himself an old sea dog, would settle for nothing less, and he knew it. For all that, Roger didn’t begrudge George the captain’s role. He was sharp enough to realize that George’s training was moving into its final stages. Not only that, but Roger liked the owner’s son and looked forward to many years of working for George when he took over from his father in the top office of the company. The next evening, as the ship continued to the northeast, Roger decided to take the bull by the horns. He buttonholed the captain who was on his way to his cabin again. “Is everything all right, sir?” George sighed and thought for a moment. “With the ship and the crew, yes. The captain, maybe not so much.” “I know how you feel because I feel the same way – and for the same reason. You need to work out some of your frustration. So do I. Maybe we could help each other out.” As he said that, Roger reached down and grasped his bulge, then leaned towards George and let the back of his hand brush George’s crotch. There was no chance of George mistaking his first mate’s meaning. Nor did he. As if for the first time, he noticed Roger’s broad shoulders and tight waist, and the growing bulge in the front of the first mate’s pants. His physical tension and frustration overrode any emotional scruples he might otherwise have felt. He opened the door of the cabin, pulling Roger in after him. Clothes flew at top speed in all directions. George couldn’t sense for a minute what role Roger might want to play, but since his muscled ass was just as attractive as his thick tool, George would be prepared to do it any way he wanted. But then Roger sent a clear signal, pulling George close to him, grinding their crotches together as he stretched his arms down George’s back to begin playing with his captain’s ass. In just another moment he had his index finger prying into George’s crack, seeking the tight button which he would undo to get into the captain’s tight hole. As he poked and prodded, the hole suddenly took on a life of its own, opening up and letting Roger’s finger in, then clamping down around that finger and trying to suck it further inside. “Ohhh… nice….” Roger’s voice came out in a low purr, feeling George’s ass opening to him, begging Roger to fuck him deep and hard. “You like this, George? You like my finger inside you? You want to feel my big cock in there?” “Yeahhhh.” The low, hot-breathed sound hit Roger’s ears like a flatiron, demanding to be taken and used and filled with cock and sperm. With that, Roger pulled away. “Get on your face,” he snapped. George spun around and knelt on the cot, head down and ass thrust up. Roger dropped onto his knees on the deck, forcing his face into the deep crevice between George’s firm, round cheeks. His tongue was already out, probing, seeking, digging into the mounds to find the gate to George’s body, the tight hole where Roger could have his way, feeling this beautiful young man’s deepest and most personal inner sanctum. George kept moaning in delight as Roger’s tongue teased his body into a ferment. He could happily have let Roger keep eating him all the way to the finish line. But Roger had other ideas. He was a man on a mission, and he was going to plunder his captain’s hole, wasting no time about it. He stood up, spat in his hand, wiped it all over his rigid dick, then placed the head right against George’s hole. “Get ready.” George took a deep breath and then bit down hard, swallowing the scream as Roger gave his tool a mighty shove, forcing the whole shaft inside George’s ass in one quick thrust. Nor did he stop there. He fucked George with power and speed, plunging in and out repeatedly. He wasn’t gentle, and he knew from George’s reaction that he didn’t have to be. George kept reaching back, grabbing at his thighs, pulling him in harder and harder on each stroke. Roger began slapping at the sides of George’s butt, the repeated smacks from his hands punctuating the slapping sounds as his thighs beat out a fucking tattoo on George’s firm round cheeks. George was crying out now, a repeated refrain of “Yes… yes… yes…” as Roger pounded deep into him. His hole was grabbing at Roger’s dick, urging the first mate to work it even harder. But then Roger’s cock cast the deciding vote, suddenly swelling even larger and then spitting huge globs of his sperm deep inside his captain’s ass. Roger breathed deeply, snatching at the air as he came down slowly from his explosion. But George hadn’t peaked yet. He urged Roger to keep driving it into him, and after a brief pause to catch his breath, Roger obliged. The second round lasted even longer than the first one, but Roger was more than equal to the task, plundering his captain’s body even deeper and harder than before. He now reached around and grabbed George’s swollen member, stroking it firmly as he drove his own farther and farther inside. And then it happened. George gasped aloud, and his cock spasmed in Roger’s hand, spraying his own sperm across the cot. The spasms grasping at Roger’s tool brought him back up to the brink, and with a loud grunt he pumped another load of his juices into George’s no longer tight hole. At last he withdrew slowly, and flopped down onto the cot beside George, who obligingly shifted over to make room for him. “You enjoyed that.” George’s voice wasn’t accusing, just matter of fact. “Oh, yes. So did you – but I knew you would. You and Kiru are the talk of Kingston.” “What are they saying about us?” “Just that you’re seen as a married couple now, nothing much else.” “And you?” Roger thought for a moment – and then, for the first time ever, he answered such a question with complete honesty. “I really enjoyed it. Women or men, I like it all. It was a nice change of pace.” “Nothing more, Roger?” “What have you been hearing?” Roger’s tone carried an edge of worry. “Nothing at all, that’s why I’m asking.” “Well, George, when I said it was a change of pace, I wasn’t referring to being with a man instead of a woman. What I really meant was that it was a change to be giving it to the captain instead of getting it from him.” George pondered that for a moment and then suddenly his eyes opened wide. Roger laughed. “That’s right, George. You’re not the first ship’s captain I’ve done it with. And he was really good – excellent cock-sucker and a great fucker.” George was in absolute shock. Why it had never occurred to him that he and his father had this experience in common, he couldn’t even guess. But the revelation that his father, too, enjoyed fucking male ass and sucking cock had completely overwhelmed his mind. Roger got up to get dressed, then leaned down to kiss George goodnight. “Hope you’ll sleep better now, captain. I know I will.” He slung his coat over his shoulder and left the cabin with a jaunty wave. George rolled over and quickly fell asleep, filled and satisfied. And tomorrow, they would be back in Kingston. The next voyage saw the Egeria calling at Montego Bay, Nassau, Grand Turk, and Providenciales before returning to Kingston. The two trips after that added one or two more stops to these, Port Antonio and Cap-Haitien being among the occasional calls, but the basic pattern was set and continued on the usual round with each voyage lasting 10-12 days. By now, the crew had welded together into a tight-bonded unit, doing all the regular tasks with complete efficiency and minimal wasted time. George wouldn’t have taken the credit to himself, but he had exercised excellent judgement in picking his team. Of course, his positive frame of mind owed a great deal to the occasional visits from Roger. The first mate’s energetic fucking served to keep him from curling up into a ball of misery when he was off duty. At least twice on every voyage, Roger would plant his rigid dick deep inside George’s ass and pound him deep and hard until he exploded inside. George didn’t just ask for it; he demanded it. “Hurt me, damn your eyes, hurt me! Rip me wide open! I want to feel you in there!!!” He couldn’t have explained this sudden urge for rough, hard, painful ecstasy if he were asked. It just seemed like the right way for him to relate to his first mate, to still be in charge even while Roger was taking charge of him. At last the day came when Egeria came sailing up the channel into Kingston for the fourth time since George had taken her on his first voyage as her captain, six weeks earlier. As chance would have it, Roger was in command – but George was also on deck, looking around at the familiar surroundings, surveying the ships docked and anchored, and watching Roger’s handling of the entire arrival process. And it was Roger, thanks to his telescope, who was first to spot the familiar profile of Carmelita’s distinctive rigging. “Sir, Carmelita is here already – two points to starboard, behind Port Royal Point.” “Ah, yes, there she is.” Roger could tell that George was keeping his feelings on a tight leash, but he felt sure that inwardly his captain’s heart was singing for joy. And so indeed it was – but only for a moment, as George kept staring at the distant masts.. “Roger, what’s that flag flown in her rigging. A signal?” Roger looked through the glass. “Sir, it’s….” His voice died away as the meaning of what he was seeing dawned on him. “Spit it out, man.” “It’s the Union Flag, sir, but she’s flying it at half mast.” George’s heart fell with a sickening thud. Anticipating joy and love, he now had to prepare himself for loss and sorrow instead. Egeria moved farther into the harbour, around closer to Carmelita where there was space for her to anchor, not far offshore from the Treston warehouses. Roger took the ship through the rest of the arrival manoeuvres, timing the dropping of the anchor and getting in of the sails to perfection. Just as Stubbs, the boatswain, announced that the crew could stand down while the anchor watch was set, Roger and Stubbs spotted the boat at the same moment. “Sir, Carmelita is sending a boat to us.” “Thank you, Stubbs.” George was mentally bracing himself. As the boat drew closer, though, he spotted the imposing figure and coal-black skin of the man he loved, and he felt a quick rush of relief. But still, there was that half-lowered flag. The boat drew alongside, and Kiru swung himself up the main chains and onto the deck. George looked at the bleak expression on Kiru’s face and felt his heart sinking again. This could mean only one thing, the only other thing which he would dread to hear. George braced himself anew. “Captain, I bring grave news to you. Your father has died.” George forced himself to hold his rigidly erect posture and preserve his calm face. “How did it happen?” “He fell ill of the yellow fever, and it carried him off three days ago, just as Euphemia was sailing into Kingston harbour. I am so sorry for your loss. The manager is waiting for you ashore at the pier. He will come out to you as soon as you are ready to receive him.” With that speech, George knew that his apprenticeship had ended. He turned to Roger, whose solemn face showed that he understood exactly what a momentous event this was. “Send the boat to the pier for Mr. Braydon, if you please, Roger.” Kiru, returning to his own ship, heard the twitter of the boatswain’s pipe from Egeria, saw the boat rowing away towards the pier, marked the slow descent of the ship’s flag to half mast. He’d been impressed by George’s calm demeanour in the face of such unhappy news. Kiru knew perfectly well that George would now be expected to step forward and take on the ownership and control of the entire company. Like his father, he would certainly go to sea again, but business affairs would increasingly claim his time. Kiru knew how badly George would need the calm and peace that only he could give at this time. It wasn’t the homecoming either of them had hoped for and anticipated, not at all, but it had to be faced. And if George could face it and not flinch, then so could he.

Chapter 2 Growing Up at Sea When George was thirteen years old, Edward made a long-planned change to the company’s overall business operations. He commissioned one of the leading builders in Kingston to construct a new addition to his little fleet. This order brought about the launching of the Ernestine V, the vessel which became his new flagship. The name was an obvious choice, since the older and slower Ernestine IV had met a sad end on an uncharted coral reef – a common hazard. The new build was the fastest and best-armed ship in the family’s history – a basic necessity for the latest trade opportunity which he intended to pursue. Edward Treston himself captained the new vessel for her first two working voyages. George was on board and learning every step of the way. There was a lot to learn. Each stage of the ten-month voyage had its own distinctive cargoes with special rules for care and handling. The outbound leg from Kingston saw the Ernestine V loaded with casks of sugar, molasses, and rum, and with expensive spices from Grenada and St. Vincent. As well, there was a lively trade in coffee from Colombia and silver from Bolivia. These last two products were supposed to be royal monopolies of His Most Catholic Majesty, the King of Spain, but somehow a certain amount always managed to vanish from the official caravans and the fleets of the Spanish treasure galleons, only to reappear later in the cargo holds of the Ernestine V. Some of these expensive and highly profitable cargoes were landed in North American ports such as Charleston or Boston, but the bulk of the cargo always continued on across the Atlantic. By tradition, the Ernestine V docked in the company’s birthplace port of Bristol, offloading and selling the luxury goods for generous profits. A portion of those profits went to purchase various kinds of trade goods which would be of value at the next port of call. Business concluded, the ship was reprovisioned and then set sail for West Africa. In one of the river estuaries of the Gulf of Guinea, along the so-called Gold Coast or Ivory Coast, the ship would anchor, and Edward would set up negotiations, doling out the various items purchased in England in exchange for hundreds of bewildered young men and women linked together by chains and ankle irons. Once these were herded aboard and arranged, lying on their sides in tightly-packed rows in the empty open spaces of the slave deck, the ship sailed again, bound for San Juan or Santo Domingo, the sites of the two most profitable slave markets in the company’s home region. The human cargo was offloaded and auctioned in the markets at an enormous profit, and the Ernestine V then made a brief passage to Kingston to purchase more of the assorted luxury products which commanded such generous prices in England. Throughout this multi-leg itinerary, the Ernestine V’s crew had numerous opportunities to display their prowess with loading, aiming, and firing the vessel’s numerous guns. Some of the firing was done purely for target practice, but each leg of the trip brought the possibility of armed encounters with pirates, enemy warships, or jealous rival slavers. This last group quickly learned to cut the Ernestine V a wide berth and detour around her at a safe distance. Edward Treston had equipped his pride and joy with the latest and most accurate cannons for long range work, making her as dangerous as a porcupine would be if it actually could, as rumour had it, throw or shoot its quills at an enemy. After spending nearly two years commanding those two shakedown voyages, Edward turned over command of the Ernestine V to one of his senior captains. A certain cold-blooded disregard for others being a useful accessory for a slave trader, his long-time associate, Captain Worrickton, fitted the role to a “T”. Edward Treston used this interval of time ashore to school his son in the business side of another new venture in the company’s affairs. Edward then took up the position of captain of his other new ship, the Carmelita, a ship designed from the outset with a shallow draught which enabled her to venture close inshore in the coastal waters of the Spanish Main for the dangerous work of acquiring contraband coffee, gemstones, and silver, among other things. Voyages on the Carmelita were a useful way to introduce George to the fine arts of bribery, smuggling, spying, and double-crossing, all essential knowledge as applied to this kind of clandestine and risky activity. This training led George to grow much more adventurous, entering his teen years with a decided taste for risky business and a devil-may-care attitude towards personal risks and the legal powers that be. The work was risky, without a doubt. His Most Catholic Majesty’s naval ships were perfectly capable of blowing the Carmelita out of the water if the Treston ship were caught at its work, and they would not hesitate to do so – in theory, at least. But Captain Edward knew the best points of sailing of all the Spanish ships in the Caribbean, certainly far better than their captains knew or understood the capabilities of the Treston ships. He also commanded superior intelligence networks of the sort best developed by distributing ample quantities of Spanish gold dollars – always under the table, naturally. Evading the clumsy vessels and lackadaisical crews of His Most Catholic Majesty’s navy was simplicity itself compared to passing out bribes which were substantial and desirable enough to keep the trade channels open. It was on the Carmelita that young George first encountered in person the third and by far the most significant influence in his life. Kiru had begun life in West Africa, before being scooped up by one of the frequent raids which kept the visiting slave ships well-supplied with cargo. He had been purchased to serve as one of the family slaves. Kiru had been taught to read and to write by an English missionary in his home community on the Gold Coast, and he’d developed a most unusual taste compared to many of the slaves – he was a voracious reader of books. Not just poetry, either – his favourite reading included books of scientific information and history from all parts of the world, areas which had been recognized and studied by English authors, and he soon surpassed almost all of his shipmates in literacy and in knowledge of all kinds. George’s father, who used everyone’s skills whenever he could, was mightily impressed by Kiru’s appetite for knowledge, and his cultivated speech which sounded almost as if he had been educated in England. He decided to teach Kiru some basic business concepts, and the results were rewarding indeed. Recognizing Kiru’s physical strength and agility, his sharp mind, his impressive knowledge base, and his undoubted shrewd grasp of the business, Edward liberated him from slavery and hired him as an apprentice seaman on the Eugenia. Within two years, Kiru had developed such a grasp of the techniques of sailing, and of leadership responsibility, that Captain Treston had promoted him to second mate. It was only one of many things George’s father did that would have raised eyebrows – and hackles – in the family’s old home in England. Kiru’s status raised enough hackles as it was, even in free and easy Kingston. When the Ernestine V was introduced into service, Kiru had balked at the invitation of transferring to her to serve as first mate alongside Captain Treston. Versatile he might be, but Kiru bluntly refused to play any role at all in the slave trade. He exchanged some harsh words with Edward on the subject, and he threw down the gauntlet by telling his boss to go ahead and fire him if that’s what he wanted. That was not what Edward Treston wanted at all, and Kiru knew it perfectly well. At last, Edward saw that in this one area he was not going to get his way, and he didn’t want to lose one of the best men in his entire company. His solution was to take the Eugenia’s first mate into the Ernestine V, leaving Kiru on the Eugenia as first mate until his other new ship, the Carmelita, should be ready, two years later. George first sailed on the Carmelita at the age of fifteen, and he simply couldn’t take his eyes off Kiru. Right away, the second-in-command role was something no other English ship’s captain had ever dreamed of handing over to an African. Then there was Kiru’s coal-black skin, which gave him a huge advantage over most of the crew in coping with the blazing Caribbean sunshine. Equally eye-catching to George, though, was Kiru’s massive muscular body, large dangling manhood, and big round balls, which were all on display whenever they anchored. When the ship was in port and all the loading or unloading was done for the day, custom decreed that everyone would get some downtime to leap into the ocean and wash themselves clean. This was where George really couldn’t keep his eyes off Kiru. That sexual part of his education began two weeks into the voyage, on the night that ship was on passage from Port of Spain in Trinidad to Roatan Island in Honduras. Young George wandered down past the hatch that led down to the cargo hold and heard men’s voices grunting and groaning. He’d learned enough long since to understand that sailors on long sea voyages didn’t confine their leisure activity to dice or cards, nor to the women they could get their hands on in Kingston or at other ports of call. When he sneaked quietly down the ladder into the hold and looked around, George soon realized that the hot scene of his dreams was on the agenda this night. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he could make out the pale white form of Samuel, the ship’s boatswain. He was bent face-down over a bale of dyed cloth from Trinidad, and Kiru was working hard, buried deep inside Samuel’s white-cheeked ass. George could feel his own cock getting hard, could feel it beginning to leak. But he didn’t move, hanging there by one hand and one foot on the ladder, staring incredulously as Samuel took the full length of that swollen, rigid tool over and over, the pumping motions getting faster and faster. His eyes opened wider and wider still as he watched Samuel’s ass getting stretched into a bigger gape with each stroke. Samuel was experienced in taking cock in his hole, but that massive black third arm was opening him up farther than even the blacksmith or the cooper in Kingston had ever managed, and the head was striking sparks out of him as it penetrated deep inside his channel with each powerful thrust. As the action got faster and faster, Samuel twisted and squirmed with great energy, as if he were trying to escape from Kiru’s onslaught, except that he was making certain that he got as much of the huge black stud’s fucker inside his body as possible. Now Kiru was grinding out words in his deep, rich bass voice. “Get ready, Samuel. I’m going to spend in you – fill you up with my man’s seed.” Samuel cried out, “Yes! Now!!!” Then he shuddered, his contracting loins spewing multiple squirts of his own sperm onto the bale of cloth as Kiru roared and erupted deep inside his body. The noise, and the explosions, went on and on. George wasn’t even conscious that he had let go of the ladder with his right hand and grasped his own manhood through his breeches. He snapped back to reality to find the cloth under his hand sopping wet, and to feel the hot sperm running down his legs. As Kiru slowed to a halt, George turned and fled. Kiru smiled to himself. He had seen the son of the boss staring at them from the ladder and drew a likely conclusion. In truth, Kiru was only confirming what he had already suspected. George staggered back to his hammock in a daze. He’d jerked off many times, watching the men of the crew getting it on, but he’d never been so swept up in the erotic fire of lust as he had on this night. His cock refused to go down. All he could think about was Kiru’s massive erection, as he imagined it sliding up inside his body. He kept handling his own dick until he had exploded twice more. Then, finally, he managed to calm down enough to clean himself off and fall asleep. Was it just a coincidence that Kiru came to find George the next day? “Your father, the captain, spoke to me, told me to teach you all I know – about the sea and ships. We’re going to start now.” So Kiru said, but George hoped that there was a double meaning in the words. Just the sound of Kiru’s dark, deep voice made the hair on George’s head quiver. Captain Edward had trained his son by a mixture of books and lectures. Kiru used more of a hands-on method, taking George all around the ship with him and showing him how different parts of the standing and running rigging did their jobs, how the various fittings along the decks and bulwarks allowed them to be rove or hauled, and demonstrating how the positions of the sails affected the ship’s behaviour, depending on the direction and speed of the wind. The times when Kiru wrapped his enormous arms around George’s much more slender body to show him exactly how and when to pull on a rope or adjust the wheel – well, those lessons set George quivering even more than the man’s voice. When they weren’t involved in the mechanics of working a ship under sail, Kiru told George endless stories about all the various ports of call to which he had sailed, and even harked back to his own younger days in Africa. As he talked, George realized more and more just why his father had freed and promoted Kiru, over the objections of his numerous peers in the shipping world. Kiru was plainly a master of his work, an expert of the kind that every ship needed ready at hand, not least because of the small size of the ship’s crew. It was an old chestnut for merchant sailors to cut off any complaints from the men of Her Majesty’s Royal Navy with the undeniable fact that the merchant ship had to make do with five men where the man o’war did the same job with fifty. Just how it was possible to navigate and manage a ship this size with a tiny crew, and how to get the best work out of the crew at all times, those were Kiru’s specialties. Kiru was also a different kind of man from Captain Edward in one very significant way. Where the captain snapped, snarled, barked, and fired insults at his men, Kiru was far more apt to urge, to invite, to treat the men as men and not as animated sail-pulling machines. This, even more than his skin colour, made him stand out like a sore thumb when they were in company with other ships. The captains based in Jamaica, to a man, believed that the harsh old school was the only way to run a ship. Kiru baffled them by getting results as good as, or better than, any of them without resorting to their old hard-edged style of command. His leadership quality often led to the Carmelita making all sail, weighing the anchor, and getting under way while others were still getting the crew into position for those manoeuvres. Young George was quick to notice the difference in those results, and to notice the difference in the mood and attitude of the crew when Kiru was leading them, versus when his father was in command. One day, he asked Kiru. “Sir, why do you not shout at the sailors as the captain does?” That was another thing that would have ground a great many gizzards, both ashore and afloat – the spectacle of the son of a white man addressing a black-skinned African man as “sir”. The thing was, Kiru was far more than just a black man, whether you looked at his undoubted breadth of knowledge, his skill at handling ships, or at one of his other and even more striking attributes. Addressing him as “Sir” came naturally to George, without even thinking about it, as he was still a very junior member of the crew and Kiru was second in command. George’s question hung in the air for a moment as Kiru turned and looked directly at him, his face solemn and serious to a greater degree than George could ever remember seeing. “It’s like this, George. When you’re chained to the slave deck for weeks, given nothing to eat, poked and prodded by strangers’ hands in the market, sold and bought like a bolt of cloth, seen how many get broken by the humiliation… let’s just say that it teaches you a thing or two. I treat the crew the way I wish someone had treated me. I got lucky – your father picked me out and gave me a life of my own. I hope to be the luck in a similar way for some of our sailors. Can’t be that if I harass and beat them the way I was beaten.” The more George thought about it, the more he sensed that Kiru was onto something, a secret that almost nobody in either the merchant fleets or the Navy would ever be able to see. He guessed, and as it turned out, guessed rightly that it wouldn’t be long before Kiru was given command of a ship of his own. It happened sooner even than George expected. His father decided to take some time to oversee the British arm of his operations and handed off management of the company’s work in Kingston to his business partner, Silas Braydon. More to the point, he passed on the command of the Carmelita to Kiru, who thus became the undoubted first African man ever to captain a British-designed and built sailing ship. If Kiru’s role as first mate had rubbed the rigid-minded members of the Kingston old guard the wrong way, seeing him standing proudly in the august place of Captain came near to causing them to burst into flames. When Edward asked George what he would like to do next, George shyly replied that he was happy to stay on board the Carmelita and continue learning the trade under Kiru’s direction. Edward’s face displayed an enigmatic smile upon hearing those words. He was no fool and had already guessed what it was that his son really wanted to learn from the fleet’s newest captain. Ever since that night when he had watched Kiru plowing deep into Samuel’s ass, George had been a silent eyewitness to a number of other encounters of a similar kind. Of course, whoever was Kiru’s target of the moment was of less interest to him; it was watching Kiru’s impressive physique at work that caught and held his eye. During his first voyage under Kiru’s command, George passed his sixteenth birthday – an event celebrated with great energy by the entire crew as the Carmelita lay at anchor in Port of Spain. Everyone knew or guessed by this time what it was that George wanted most of all, and they all guessed that he was going to get his wish that night. Later on, Kiru went off to do his final rounds of the day, seeing that all the remainder of the crew were settled in the foc’s’le, with only the two men of the anchor watch on deck. When the captain returned to his cabin, he was a little surprised to find George standing right outside the cabin door. “You looking for something, young George?” George did his best to give a lascivious smile as he groped the front of his breeches. Kiru smiled in return, and his smile was the real deal – horny as a young boy himself and hot as the fires of hell. He pressed his hand against the front of his own breeches, and the size of the lump made it plain that he had a serious lust for the young man. He opened the door, drew George in after him, then closed and bolted the door behind them. Gesturing to the open skylight next to them, he then pressed his finger to his lips and George nodded, quivering with excitement. He found it hard to contain his excitement as they undressed, seeing Kiru’s bulging muscles and swelling cock closer at hand than he’d ever seen them before. George gulped as Kiru reached out, took him by the hand, and placed George’s fingers right onto the massive black shaft of his tool. George knew what it was that Kiru wanted. He’d seen the captain getting that kind of help from others. George dropped, a little clumsily, onto his knees, and began to lick at the enormous head. Kiru showed him how to peel back the skin and release the tender head into the open air. As soon as George wrapped his lips around that head, Kiru shook in excitement from head to foot. He than placed his hands onto the back of George’s head, and steered him along the shaft, down to the base, and then back up to work on the head some more. Kiru needed to demonstrate the next part himself. He pulled away from George and lifted the young novice to his feet. Then Kiru knelt down and began to suck George’s cock, taking the lad’s head and shaft right into his mouth and sliding down until most of it was in his mouth and in his throat. He breathed loudly through his nose, showing George how to avoid choking. After a minute of this treatment, Kiru sensed that George was about to erupt, and he didn’t want that to happen – not yet. He wanted to feel George cumming when he was buried to the hilt inside that tender, virginal asshole. He murmured in George’s ear, “Now, you show me.” George again went to his knees and proved that in this, as in so much of seamanship, he was a quick learner. Wanting it so badly was a big part of it. George quickly mastered the trick of dropping his jaw and letting the manmeat slide through and into his throat as he breathed deeply through his nose. Kiru grasped the back of the boy’s head and began gently face-fucking him, his thick knob straining the back of the boy’s throat as he pumped it deeper and deeper at each stroke. He was getting his first taste of precum as he sucked, the juice mixing with his saliva into a heady cocktail in his mouth. George’s jaw was aching by this time, but he badly wanted to suck Kiru to completion, to feel the mighty bolts of man juice streaming out into his mouth and down his throat. But there was something else that he wanted even more. He pulled off of Kiru’s massive cock and stood up, still caressing it firmly as he turned around and rubbed his pert buttocks against the oozing head. Kiru leaned down and asked him, “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “You know it’s going to hurt. You ought to start with someone smaller.” “I’m sure. I want you to be my first.” “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” With that, Kiru bent George over the cot and took a washcloth, soaking it with water from the pitcher, then washing down and wiping the boy’s ass. Once he’d cleaned George’s crack, he bent forwards and began to lick and tongue the mounds, then dug down in between them to find the tight hole and go to work on it. George moaned fiercely, but Kiru grabbed another cloth and reached up to shove it into his mouth then returned to his task. As he ate the boy’s hole with increasing energy, he quickly had George squirming in excitement, rising onto his toes in the desire to push more of himself back into Kiru’s aggressive tongue. Then Kiru introduced a finger into the action, keeping up his licking and kissing and sucking as he wormed the finger into George’s hole up to the second joint. By this time, George was breaking a sweat from the fury of his reactions to the treatment that Kiru’s tongue and finger were giving him. He had imagined the feeling of a thick slab of cock wrenching his hole open, but he’d never expected such overwhelming waves of ecstasy crashing through his entire body. We was so consumed in his lust that he didn’t even notice when Kiru began working some kind of lotion into his quivering hole. But then George felt the blunt head of his captain’s thick black cock pushing against his tight opening, and he instinctively seized up. Kiru wrapped his arms around George’s shaking body and placed his mouth right against George’s ear. “Breathe, George. Deep breaths. And relax. Just let your muscles go slack. Push out – and then relax. And keep breathing, deep.” He kept murmuring the words quietly, soothingly, a mantra of calm and release in the young man’s ear. And George heard him, took it in, gradually managed to relax his muscles, let his hole open, let the enormous intruder force an entry. All at once, the entire head was lodged firmly inside his sphincter. George wanted to cry out the pain, but the cloth was still there in his mouth, silencing his voice. He kept breathing, deep, harsh breaths, sucking air out of the sky, struggling to keep control of his body as the thick, black shaft forced its hard path inside his body. George wanted to scream from the pain, but even more he wanted to yell aloud to Kiru to push the rest of it into him. The want soon won the battle. Once he was over the shock of the initial entry, George managed to relax somehow, he couldn’t say how, and the huge plunderer slowly slid deeper and deeper inside him. It took another fifteen minutes of slow, cautious, movement, but finally the moment came. Kiru had managed to sink his entire massive tool into George’s virgin hole, the rim clenched around the very root, the huge shaft feeling to George like someone had inserted a new bone into him. It hurt him, it hurt like hell, but George didn’t complain or cry out. This was what he had wanted, all that he had wanted. This was the greatest dream of his young life, to have the entire manhood of this massive hunk of masculine power embedded deep inside his body. And he wanted more. Kiru could never remember afterwards how he had managed to hang on as long as he did. As it was, it seemed a miracle that he actually managed to delay his orgasm for three minutes after his hips had landed firmly against George’s sweet young ass. All he managed to do was to start moving slowly, drawing his giant rod a bit out, and then sliding back in, while George kept on moaning and hissing in total sexual abandon. But then time ran out. George lost control, and his harshly-stretched asshole struggled to contract as he exploded, spraying his cum across everything in reach as he experienced the wildest orgasm of his life. Those sudden, violent contractions did it for Kiru as well, and before he could even think of what to do, his cock was convulsing and pumping his seed deep inside the young ass of his junior crew member. In time, George’s ass forced the intruder out. The two of them lay, side by side, gasping for air after the strenuous climax of their mating. Kiru pulled the cloth out of George’s mouth and used it to mop up the stream of cum pouring slowly out of that no-longer-tight ass, as the hole refused to close up from the beating it had taken. Then he planted his bulging arms around George’s slender body and drew the boy into an embrace. Their mouths joined together as George, having just lost his virginity to the captain’s rock-solid tool, now experienced his first ever man-to-man kiss. And time stood still. “Happy Birthday, young George.” Kiru’s voice held a warmth which George had never heard before. His answer was equally warm, an incongruous contrast to the formulaic words: “Thank you, sir.” Within another week or so, George had abandoned his hammock in the tween decks and moved into the captain’s cabin. There was nothing really startling about this to the rest of the crew. The relationship between Kiru and George would have been impossible on a naval ship, but in this setting there was no particular negative vibe towards a senior officer sharing his quarters with a crew member. The attitude among merchant seamen at this distance from their homeland, in this as in so many matters, was tolerant, with a strong feeling of live and let live. Over the next two years, George’s training in seamanship moved forward at a great pace. So did his training in the fine arts and skills of man-to-man sex. Kiru was an incredible teacher in both of those subjects. George, for his part, thoroughly understood how fortunate he was to have such an amazing teacher. During these key years, Kiru had taught George just about everything there was to know during their nightly shared sessions in the captain’s cabin. George had experienced every position imaginable, learning about the hundred and one ways he could arouse his partner with fingers and tongue. Nor did Kiru do all the heavy lifting by any means. As a big, muscular man with a thick, long cock and heavy balls, it was normal that other men expected Kiru to take charge all the time, but the truth was that he enjoyed being on the receiving end too. As with taking Kiru’s cock inside his own ass, George had quickly begun to master the techniques of how to make Kiru feel good while enjoying the experience of fucking the captain’s ass in return. In time, his favourite position was to fuck Kiru in missionary, lying right down between the man’s massive muscular thighs and stroking and kissing Kiru as he drove his arrow-straight tool deep into the captain’s strong hole. Although Kiru worked George to the bone on deck and in the rigging during the daylight hours just as much as he did with all the rest of the crew, George held no resentment for that. After all, Kiru was just as unsparing with himself as he was with his sailors. Not for him the life of idle luxury, sitting on the quarterdeck and fanning himself with a palm leaf while the crew drove themselves into exhaustion. Some captains were known to behave that way, but Kiru was never one of them. He was a born leader, and he led from the front, rather than driving his men from behind. It was this leadership quality more than anything which had led George’s father to single him out and train him for an officer role. Now, Kiru was doing the same with George. He hadn’t even needed the explanation that Edward had given him to know that George was being prepared to take over the leadership of the company in his turn. At the moment, Kiru was George’s superior officer, but he knew full well that a day would come when he would be taking orders from George. That prospect didn’t bother him at all. What did begin to trouble Kiru was the realization that he was developing serious feelings of affection towards his employer’s son. It was hardly surprising. In a life stripped of all opportunities for family affection, George had become an emotional anchor for Kiru, a person who gave him positive support and a safe shelter from the cross-currents of life. In truth, Kiru had never been given the chance to develop any kind of positive relationship with another human being after he’d been brutally torn away from his home and his mother when he was still only ten years old, give or take a bit (he didn’t actually know for certain how old he was nor which day of the year was his birthday). Lying in bed, nestling up against George’s ass with his cock buried inside, or simply falling asleep with his arms wrapped around his younger lover – all of this was a heady emotional tonic for the former slave. It was a heady emotional tonic for George as well. His own life had been bleak since the tragic death of his mother, given the austere, even cold, emotional climate of his relationship with his father. George felt the affection flowing out to him from Kiru, and he returned it in full measure. By the time he had reached his eighteenth birthday, George had come to regard Kiru as his full partner, his husband, his lover – call it what you like. Perhaps, then, it was unsurprising that George’s eighteenth birthday should have ended the way it did. Since the rest of the crew really liked George, they went all out to throw a special party on the big day “to welcome the newest man joining the crew of the Carmelita!” There were little presents, most of them handmade knickknacks and such, and the cook even baked a cake generously flavoured with Barbados rum. The rum flowed freely that night, too, but George didn’t make a fool of himself. He’d long since found that he didn’t care all that much for the taste of liquor, and he’d learned how to sip slowly and cautiously while others guzzled heartily. As for Kiru, he knew perfectly well that danger could appear at any moment in any of a hundred unexpected ways. He, too, drank slowly and with caution, determined that no harm would come to his ship because of his carelessness. The party was a huge success all around, and George floated to bed on a cloud of personal exhilaration. And that was when he received the best gift of all. Kiru had fucked him very slowly and gently, remaining face to face with George in missionary throughout the entire act. Despite his size, and his muscular build, he could be very gentle when required and he was gentle now. He remained joined with George, mouth to mouth, hands to body, and cock to hole, through a solid hour of sexual ecstasy during which George came three times while Kiru pumped two big loads of his hot African sperm into George’s body. As they lay quietly, stroking each other in the afterglow of that intense peak experience, it was Kiru who said the magic words: “George, I love you.” And George, despite his youth, wasn’t the least bit surprised to hear that. This was the way it was, the way it had to be. It was the most natural thing in the world that Kiru should have said those words, and it was the most natural thing, too, that George’s next words, in return, would be, “I love you, Kiru.” Kiru would feel remorse later, knowing better than his younger lover that life would tear them apart from each other soon enough. George still lacked the maturity to know that there was, in the end, no such thing as a happy ending. Death lay in wait around many unexpected and dangerous corners in their adventurous world. In the emotional high of the moment, though, Kiru hadn’t been able to restrain himself from reaching out to grasp the happiness that was there for him to take, freely offered. Nor had he been able to resist the glowing happiness in George’s face when he had said the magic words back to Kiru in reply. And perhaps, he thought, George did understand, in his own way, that this happiness which they shared was for now – but not for all time.

Chapter 1: The Making of a Sailor It was dark down here inside the ship’s hull. No light could penetrate into the cargo hold in the night time. Dark, but not silent – the endless creaking of the ship’s wooden fabric and the masts, the rushing roar of the ocean’s waters on the outside of the hull, the sloshing of water in the bilges – the cargo hold was always a noisy place. By rights, Andrew should have been asleep in his cot. But he had an appointment down here which he was anxious to keep. Earlier in the day, he had cornered one of the apprentices, a handsome youth named Peter, and told him, “Meet me in the aft cargo hold at midnight.” Since he was the second mate, and Peter a rank beginner as one of two apprentices in the crew, Andrew had no fear that his orders would be disobeyed. The ship’s bell rang, pairs of strokes with a pause after each pair. Four pairs. Eight bells. “Where in hell is Peter?” Andrew wasn’t aware that he had actually muttered the words aloud. “Here, sir,” another voice responded out of the darkness. Andrew peered in that direction and caught a glimpse of a pale form coming towards him. As Peter drew nearer, Andrew was pleased to see that he had already taken off his shirt. “Good. You know why we’re here.” Peter nodded, and without further ado slipped out of his trousers and underclothes, exposing his lower body – the buttocks swelling in a tempting curve, the cock already lifted clear of his balls. Andrew did the same, gesturing wordlessly to his erect manhood. Peter dropped to his knees with all the grace of his eighteen years and went right to work on Andrew’s tool. With almost no delay, he managed to get the whole thing deep into his throat. Andrew smiled between his moans of pleasure. An experienced young man, not a rank beginner who had to be shown what to do at every step of the process. Andrew was prepared to train newcomers, whether to sail the ship or to suck and get fucked, but he much preferred to work with more experienced young men. Peter was experienced – no doubt about that. His talented mouth and throat worked wonders on Andrew, and before long he simply had to pull his cock out. He didn’t want this to end until he had sampled the young apprentice’s enticing ass. He pulled Peter to his feet and spun him around. Peter knew exactly what was intended. This man wanted to get right into his hole with no waste of time and get his rocks off as fast as possible. Well, that was fun enough in a way – but he was hoping he could entice the hunky second mate into staying a bit longer. Perhaps he could even flip the action if he played his cards right. He’d certainly noticed Andrew’s hand straying to play with his own ass as Peter sucked him. Peter planted his hands against the frames of the hull, leaning forward and thrusting his sweet round ass cheeks out and up. Andrew’s hand landed there again, several times, with considerable force, before it slid into the crack and his fingers began playing with Peter’s hole. Andrew’s cock jutted up even harder and higher as he felt that squirming hole clenching at his fingers. It was time. He added some more spit to his hand, wiped it over the head and down the shaft, and then pushed the blunt tip of his cock up against Peter’s hole. Peter pushed back, opened up, and in no time Andrew had entered him stretching him open, and thrusting further and further inside. It took only moments until the second mate’s tool was completely embedded inside the apprentice’s welcoming ass. At once, Peter’s ass began squeezing and chewing on Andrew’s rampant cock, so much so that Andrew wasted no time before beginning to hump the apprentice. His pumping action picked up speed rapidly, and the air was filled with resonant smacks as his hips bounced repeatedly off Peter’s lush round ass cushions. Peter reached down with one hand to grasp his own cock, but Andrew smacked the hand away. “No! Don’t touch it. Save yourself!” Peter grinned at what he took to be the meaning hidden within those words. He flexed his muscles, working his tight hole around the second mate’s dick, squeezing it harder and harder. He wanted this man’s cum load inside his body. Suddenly, Andrew pulled away, and snarled at Peter, “Get on your back on the deck.” Peter obediently laid down quickly on the boards, rolling onto his back and lifting his legs into the air as Andrew dropped down beside him. Andrew got himself into position, planted his red, throbbing tool against the hole, and pushed his way inside again. Peter let out another loud moan, a moan not of pain but of satisfaction. Anyone could tell that this slim, young apprentice loved having a rock-hard man’s cock inside his body. Andrew resumed fucking, pushing down into Peter’s ass over and over. Peter stretched his arms out, wrapping them around Andrew and pulling him even closer. This was the kind of fucking Peter really liked – close in, face to face, arms holding his partner as close as possible. Andrew kept heaving his hips up and down, driving towards the moment when he could seed this boy’s cute young ass. Then Peter stretched his arms downwards, grasping Andrew’s ass firmly. The second mate had just time to think, Oh my stars, this boy’s got really long arms – and then Peter sank his long forefinger deep inside Andrew’s hole. He knew he was taking a risk. Doing something like this to a superior could get him thrown off the ship, figuratively – or even literally, and with all the sharks in the ocean around them, that would certainly prove fatal. But he had guessed and taken a chance. And his guess proved right. “Oh, my god, that feels so… keep doing it, boy!” Peter kept fingering Andrew, working around until he suddenly hit the magic spot. He’d found his own, quite by accident, when he was fooling around with his own ass one day. Then an older sailor had taught him that every man has one, and how to find it. And now, his long arm and slim finger had found Andrew’s spot for him. Peter rubbed the little lump two, three, four times, and then Andrew suddenly slammed in hard, seized right up, and held himself against Peter’s body as his cock erupted, spraying an enormous load of cream inside the boy’s taut, round ass. Peter cried aloud in delight as he felt the second mate’s warm sperm gushing into him. But he didn’t pull out his finger. He was still hoping. In a couple of minutes, Andrew’s breathing slowly diminished to normal as he regained stability after that enormous climax – and it was right about that time that he realized that Peter still had a finger buried in his butt, the sensation of that finger rubbing at his magic spot was still incredible, and (most of all) that he wanted to feel a dick inside his own body. “Did you spend yet, boy?” “Not yet, sir.” “Good. Get that rod of yours inside me and drive it in there until you’ve dropped all your seed into my hole.” “Yes, sir.” Peter squirmed out from under Andrew and pushed the second mate down to the deck. Andrew laid down on his face, spreading his legs apart and waiting for the invasion. He did not have long to wait. Peter was thrilled at the thought of plowing and seeding Andrew, and he couldn’t wait to start. In no time, he had Andrew’s ass lubricated with his spit, the hole quivering from the repeated invasions of his tongue, and had his cock in place, pushing against Andrew’s tight little hole. “Relax, dammit!” Normally, Peter would never have dreamed of using such language to the second mate. But he had the man under him, he was going to fuck the second mate’s furry butt, and he was expected to dominate, to subdue, to control, and to mark his man. Having invited him to switch roles, Andrew couldn’t very well complain at being ordered around. Not that he wanted to complain. Andrew had started out acting the role of the man in charge because that was what his position in the ship demanded, but the truth was that he actually enjoyed being dominated and controlled. And now he was going to get exactly what he wanted. And Peter gave it to him. The apprentice with the smooth body and the angelic face gave a mighty shove and buried his eight inches to the hilt inside Andrew’s butthole. Andrew yelled aloud, and Peter silenced him with a flat-handed slap. “You wanted it, you’re getting it, so shut your gob!” Andrew moaned loudly as Peter began pumping into him, but another vicious slap put a stop to that. Peter had learned much from all his previous experiences with being fucked by men, and he used it all, stirring his dick around inside Andrew’s guts, dragging it out, and then slamming back in on the exact angle that would hit the magic spot inside Andrew on each plunge. It was working. Andrew was getting more and more wound up as Peter drove into him, quickly approaching the point of no return again. Peter knew it too. It was plain that this strong, aggressive treatment was turning Andrew’s crank in a big way, and Peter knew that it was time to push the lordly second mate all the way to the wall. He abruptly speeded up, driving in and out of Andrew’s hole at top speed like a mad thing. Andrew cried aloud again as his cock spasmed, shooting another load of his sperm onto the deck under him. The sudden contractions of his tight hole did it for Peter, and in seconds he was slamming up against the second mate’s muscled cheeks, bursting the dam and erupting multiple shots of his white-hot sperm into the older man’s fuck tunnel. This time both of them took longer to recover. It said much for the enjoyment he’d taken from the experience that second mate Andrew actually turned over, embracing and kissing and caressing the boyish blond apprentice at some length. And then, abruptly, their cuddling reverie was broken by a loud moan not far off, a moan which was quickly followed by the sound of several wet splats against the deck. Peter sat up suddenly. “What was that?” Andrew muttered, “Must have been the captain’s boy. He’s always prowling around at night. Get your clothes on and get out of here.” “Yes, sir.” Both of them chuckled at the sudden pointed tone in Peter’s voice. Less than a minute later, the hold was quiet again – well, as quiet as it could ever get – apart from the solitary figure groping around in the darkness, until he found what he was looking for. His hand wiped up several globs of man cream off the deck, and he licked and sucked them clean, moaning in pleasure again at the taste. There followed some quick slapping sounds, and then another series of splats as he added a few extra shots onto the deck to join the ones the second mate and the blond apprentice had spewed there not long before. In the early morning sunlight, George Treston appeared on the quarterdeck of the ship, named Ernestine IV, looking out at the skies and estimating the weather with a seaman’s trained eye. He owed his position as an apprentice to his father. George’s father wasn’t merely the captain of the Ernestine IV. He owned this ship and three others, as well as dock facilities in Jamaica, Antigua, Barbados, and the Bahamas. The Treston company was a known and respected commercial presence throughout the British Caribbean Islands. George stood with his feet braced apart, swaying easily and naturally with the send of the vessel as it climbed and swooped over the waves on passage from Jamaica to Antigua. This in spite of the fact that he was barely fourteen years old and only on his second voyage. That is, it was his second voyage as a formal member of the crew with assigned duties. You could only call it the second time if you discounted the many earlier trips in which he had sailed as a boy, following his father everywhere above and below decks and learning the essentials of the trade – and of some other incidentals – by watching, listening, and remembering everything. As it happened, he was remembering the lively scene he had witnessed in the cargo hold the night before. The memory was making him grow hard yet again. George had been intrigued, not so much by the role of Andrew, the second mate, as by his fellow apprentice, the smooth-skinned, blue-eyed blond boy named Peter. He’d looked like a son of the gods when his clothes had come off, and George wanted to enjoy coupling with that beautiful body the same way that Andrew had done. Of course, getting a chance to be fucked by either Andrew or Peter wouldn’t be a bad thing either. George had seen it all but had yet to experience any of it – beyond the thrill of playing with himself. His attention shifted again, as a change in the wind called for the sails to be trimmed anew. George scurried to join the others at the halliards. Once the bustle of trimming settled down, he resumed his thoughts. The early growth of George’s seafaring knowledge and skills had owed much to his father’s insistent drumming of the essentials into his head at every turn as he grew up. It owed even more to the fact that trade between the multiple islands of the Caribbean, and between the islands and North America or England, had been the family business for several generations. The letter “IV” in the name of the company flagship, Ernestine IV, was proof of that, she being the fourth flagship of the Treston firm to bear that honoured name. Ernestine had in fact been the ship’s cat in his great-grandfather’s day, a more than dedicated mouser and ratter. The sailors in Ernestine’s time claimed that she was the most valuable member of the ship’s company. None of this was ever explained to outsiders. They were left to suppose that “Ernestine” had been the lady love of the company’s founder back in Bristol. Let them think that. It wasn’t something that George’s father, Edward Treston, had ever talked about, either, maintaining a resolute silence in the face of persistent questioning from George’s mother, an island woman whom his father called Esmeralda. George’s earliest voyage of all was the absolute height of foreshadowing, not to mention unorthodox. The boy set sail into the world of ships and the sea via the birth canal. His mother produced him after an extended labour aboard a small coastal vessel making a rough passage from Kingston around Jamaica to Montego Bay. She had informed her “husband” Edward that she wished to go to her mother’s people on the north shore of the island to birth her child, and to be cared for afterwards. Esmeralda was no fool. She knew perfectly well that Port Royal was full to the brim with highly competent gamblers, bootleggers, and whoremasters, but suffered from a distinct shortage of such feminine luxuries as trustworthy midwives. Edward had consented to her plan, albeit reluctantly, and in accordance with local tradition had given the captain of the coastal trading packet a substantial bribe, with the promise of as much more to come, once his wife was delivered safely and unharmed to her mother. After that farewell, he had himself set out on one of his regular trading voyages to San Juan. The treacherous waves accompanying George’s birth were triggered by the catastrophic 1692 earthquake which swept most of the boozy, riotous pirate city of Port Royal into the ocean, taking the headquarters of the family business with it. Edward’s timing for his voyage to Puerto Rico had been perfect, in the sense that he and his ship were unharmed although somewhat tossed about by the ensuing seismic waves. After returning to a wharf and warehouse which were missing in action from an acreage of land which was no longer to be seen, George’s father shrugged, wrote off his losses, and set to work to start over again. In the event, this actually meant setting up shop in a newer and bigger warehouse and wharf farther up the bay on the inland side of what remained of Port Royal Point, facing the site on the mainland which would henceforth be known as Kingston. In due course, Edward built up a fleet of four vessels. Once George had reached the age of eight, his father began taking him along on some of his trading trips around the Caribbean Sea and up the eastern coast of the Thirteen Colonies. Not so the longer voyages to and from England, which lasted for months at a stretch. Captain Edward needed to supervise his company’s affairs on the spot, and disappearing into the far reaches of the North Atlantic Ocean for months at a time was a task best left to his subordinates. Was George’s father actually married to his mother? That was something that George was never able to find out for certain. There had certainly been a ceremony in Port Royal, of a sort, presided over by a gentleman dressed in the robes of a Church of England divine. Edward George Treston and Esmeralda had sworn the oaths of a conventional marriage to each other and had honoured those hallowed oaths – at least in word, if not always in deed. But there was a catch. There was no formal certificate of marriage. Port Royal being the kind of city it was, the odds were pretty good that the presiding “clergyman” was actually a former priest of the Church of England who had been defrocked due to sinful excesses of gambling, drunkenness, whoring, you name it. The wedding, then, such as it was, likely lay well outside the bounds of the orthodox marriage vows. That, as matters developed, was certainly an omen. Like most men from Europe who found themselves in the islands, Edward Treston made no real pretence of being faithful to his wife. Esmeralda might have been the light of his eye, but there were others who drew his attention below the waist. Esmeralda knew this perfectly well, going to great efforts to try to flush any other women away and out of his life. Perhaps it was fortunate for both of them that she remained unaware that there were also men she should have driven off. Edward’s onboard adventures had begun when little Georgie, less than a year old, was still being cuddled and nursed at all hours of the day and night by his mother. Need it be explained that Edward was a seething mixture of frustration and physical discomfort by the time his ship sailed after a two-week break ashore? His mating organs nearly burst into flames on the spot when Hugh, the boatswain, introduced Sean to him, explaining that the previous apprentice had disappeared before he could be paid off. Sean had providentially been right there on the dock when he heard Hugh complaining that they needed that extra pair of hands and the young guy who had taken off would have to be replaced. Sean immediately stepped forward and offered himself, and after a few quick questions was brought aboard to sign the apprenticeship agreement. Watching as Hugh issued orders and the crew made sail and hoisted in the anchor, Edward was pleased to see that Sean listened and followed orders uncommonly well for a novice, not to mention the enticing sight of his buttocks rounding out the seat of his breeches. His upper body was soon on even better display as the tropical heat forced him to strip off his shirt. Edward could have sworn that Sean had caught his eye for a second and had then begun to twitch and clench his ass muscles in alluring enticement. When Sean came off watch duty at 8:00 that evening, Edward was waiting for him. “Sean!” “Yes, sir?” “When do you go on watch again?” “Not until 4:00 in the morning, sir.” “Good. I have a job for you to tackle. Come with me.” Edward led the way down to the stern of the ship, where he opened the door of the captain’s cabin. As soon as Sean saw the bed, his face broke into a hot grin. When Edward closed the door, Sean immediately stepped up, reached out, and palmed his crotch through his breeches. “Is this the job you had in mind, sir?” Edward’s quiet moan confirmed that Sean was on the right track. So did the roaring erection which bulged up inside his pants in no time flat. Edward quickly realized that Sean should already be rated as “Able Seaman” in at least this area of work. His new apprentice was far from inexperienced, and very soon a wet stain was growing on the front of the captain’s breeches. By this time, Edward had torn off his shirt, and he now stepped away to remove his breeches as quickly as possible, until he was standing in the cabin naked. Sean positively licked his lips in anticipation as he went down to his knees and began to lick on Edward’s rigid cock. The captain groaned aloud as the young but skilled apprentice went right to town on him. His hands buried themselves in the boy’s flaming red hair and pushed him repeatedly down onto his senior officer’s manmeat. Sean knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew he was going to get results as a steady stream of sweet juice leaked out of that swollen dick and onto his taste buds. But even with that hint, he was startled at how soon the climax came. In barely two minutes, the captain began panting, “Oh… oh… oh… ohhhh…!” and then his muscles convulsed, and a thick blast of white cream exploded into Sean’s sucking mouth. Sean sucked and swallowed as fast as he could, but he was no match for the flood which backed up in his mouth and flowed down his chin. Edward grasped at the timber framing of the ship for support as his knees began to give out under him. Edward gasped for air as Sean swallowed the last of his load and then stood up in front of him. His bright green eyes locked with the captain’s dark brown eyes as Edward gradually recovered his normal poise. “Will that be all, sir?” The question sounded perfectly respectful, but as Sean asked it, his hand went again to the captain’s cock, giving it another squeeze. As he did so, he noted with pleasure that the tool in his hand showed no signs of softening. Nor was that surprising. “Not in the least.” Edward reached out, grasped Sean’s hand, and drew him close. He kissed the boy’s lips lightly at first, then much harder, as his hands reached around to grasp the young ass and draw him closer. Sean was loving being embraced so tightly by this impressive man, but he wanted to feel it closer still. He took one of Edward’s hands and guided them to start pulling his shirt up over his head and off. Edward drank in the sight of a taut young body, lightly dusted with freckles as he might have expected with a redhead, with the pert nipples poking out at him. He then lowered his hands, and began tugging the boy’s breeches down and off, exposing the lower half of his body to view. No argument was possible. Sean’s ass was a thing of beauty, and Edward couldn’t wait to enjoy it. He turned Sean around and stepped up behind him, rubbing his wet cock up and down in Sean’s crack as he worked his hands up and down the front, from the pec muscles to the cock and balls. Then it was Edward’s turn to drop down onto his knees and bury his face inside Sean’s deep crack, spreading the round hills of the youthful ass apart so he could drive his tongue right down and into the hole. Here, again, was the proof that Sean had done this before – and many times. Almost at once, his tight hole yielded and let Edward’s tongue slip inside him. The captain kept tongue-fucking the apprentice until Sean was moaning nonstop, murmuring, “I want it… I want it…” over and over. Edward stood up again, spat in his hand, spread it around the head of his tool, and then planted the bulbous tip against the hole and began to push. At once, the boy’s ass spread open, and his head slid right inside before the muscles snapped shut behind the rim. He then pushed on, slowly but steadily, as his shaft sank all the way inside this beautiful young hole. Sean was sighing and moaning quietly in his delight as this stalwart man took him all the way, fucking his hole right to the bottom, over and over. As the speed of the fuck increased, Sean braced himself against the massive oaken rib curving up along the cabin wall, straining to hang on as his captain used his ass, fucking him into a dazzling haze of erotic sensations. That firm, straight cock was bumping up against his button every time it drove in, and Sean knew he was going to cum soon. He tried to hang on, but in just another minute the captain was fucking the cum out of him – and he hadn’t even grabbed and stroked himself. “Awww… fuuuck…!” he cried aloud as the sperm rocketed up his shaft and spilled onto the deck in front of him. Despite the sudden clenching spasms from the muscles, the captain kept right on fucking him, harder and harder. In moments, Sean began cumming again, and then yet again. Edward kept right on driving into him as the waves of orgasm kept washing over him. The repeated muscle spasms gripping his cock started pulling Edward up to the brink, and then he erupted in multiple shots inside Sean’s clenching channel. Finally the cum stopped flowing, Edward stopped moving, Sean stopped cumming repeatedly, and the two of them slowly wound down from the most incredible climax either of them had ever experienced. When Sean’s ass forced Edward’s slowly shrinking dick out of the hole, it was followed by a tidal wave of his hot sperm. The semen flowed gently down Sean’s legs, even as Edward tried to lick it all up. Then he stood up, turned the dazed apprentice around, and kissed him deeply, using his tongue to share all that hot cream with his partner. Sean clung to him, partly in ecstasy, and partly to keep from falling over. That powerhouse fuck and endless orgasm had really worn him out. When Edward realized that Sean was struggling to stay on his feet, he picked the lad up and carried him in his arms over to the bed. He laid Sean down there, pushing him back against the bulkhead, and then lay down next to him, drawing his partner into his arms. They embraced and kissed gently. “Sean, that was amazing.” “Amazing doesn’t begin to describe it.” “Would you like to do this again?” “Not tonight. I’m done.” Edward chuckled. “I meant tomorrow morning. Or tomorrow night. Or whenever.” Sean realized exactly what Edward wasn’t precisely saying. It took him just a few seconds to think of a comfortable bed versus a swaybacked hammock, sensational sex on tap, and best of all the tenderness in the captain’s voice when he’d asked his question. It was an easy decision. “Yes, I would. I’d love to. Thank you, sir.” And they fell asleep together, arms wrapped around each other. In the morning, he’d sucked a first load out of the captain’s dick to wake him up properly. Then, that night, he’d let Edward fuck him and cum inside him twice more. Scarcely deterred even then, he’d sucked Edward into yet another erection, took that raging tool back into his hole – and the two of them had fallen asleep like that, big and little spoons, with a blissful smile on Sean’s face. He loved falling asleep with a man’s hard meat deep inside him, and Captain Edward, experiencing that treat for the first time, found it just as enjoyable. The two of them had remained a regular couple, at sea at least, for several years. Between Sean when out at sea, and Esmeralda when at home, Edward was completely contented. In time, Sean’s skills on the business and navigation side of things led Edward to appoint him as first mate of one of his other ships, Euphemia. He and Sean both missed their long relationship, losing no chance to revisit it whenever both of their ships were in Kingston at the same time. Now, with George having come aboard his ship, Captain Edward restrained himself from any further activities of that kind as he bent his energy instead to raising the next generation of the Treston family. It was an active education. The captain was a stern taskmaster, and he began at once to drill his son in the fundamentals of seamanship. He also tutored the boy in mathematics and astronomy, scientific backgrounds of immeasurable value in a shipping business. By age 10, George had his own sextant and was taking noon solar sights and working out the ship’s position with commendable care and accuracy. In practical terms, young George applied all the energy and fearlessness of youth to mastering the skills of climbing the rigging, and soon could be found racing up and down the ratlines with a speed which would have done credit to the most experienced of topmast men. Edward also lectured his son, in short but trenchant episodes, on the basics of the mercantile world, the skills of negotiating deals, the values of different cargoes, and the kinds of record keeping which would endear him to his shore-based customers. Edward wanted to shield his son from some of the rougher aspects of life on board ship, and had the young boy sleep beside him, on a small mattress on the deck in the captain’s cabin at the stern. Alas for good intentions, George was an even more than usually inquisitive boy and managed to explore all kinds of nooks and crannies – which was how he had first spotted men fucking together. He also managed to find out a good many other things which his father would rather he hadn’t known about – some of them involving Edward’s propensity for slick and underhanded business deals. One thing, though, he never learned about until years later, and that was his father’s liking for a firm male ass to fuck when a woman was nowhere to be found. George’s father knew without a doubt that his son was going to figure it all out sooner or later. Men at sea in wooden ships got just as horny as men on land, and they saw no reason to keep their bodily needs in check while out on the ocean and without female company. There was scarcely a night that didn’t see at least one roaring fuck scene played out in the cargo holds of any of the Treston ships. Other crew members, more brazen still, simply ripped off their pants, bent over the breech of one of the cannons, and took a fellow crewman’s raging erection right out in the open. In time, it was plain to see that Edward Treston had every expectation that his only son should follow him as the sixth generation owner of the family business, and he was making certain that young George should be as fully prepared as possible. Only son? Yes – and George was destined to remain so, as far as Edward was concerned. Nine years after her son George was born (and after she had miscarried twice), Esmeralda became pregnant again, under circumstances which had appeared decidedly suspicious to Edward. She had insisted, amid floods of tears, that the child was indeed his and no one else’s, but he remained doubtful. Then Esmeralda had given birth to twin girls, both of whom shared Edward’s distinctive dark-red hair colour when their hair grew in. Edward had the grace to admit contritely that he had been wrong. But Esmeralda wasn’t there to see or hear herself vindicated. She had died shortly after childbirth, bleeding uncontrollably, and George had suffered the first devastating loss of his young life. He had loved his mother, not least because she had treated him with great affection – which was more than he could say for his father, who often regarded him as more a business apprentice than his child. George was not altogether wrong in feeling that way about his parents, but he was very far wrong in extrapolating this to a belief that his father was incapable of any human feeling. The truth was far otherwise. Edward mourned for his Esmeralda, mourned to a degree which would have shocked many older and more experienced men than his son. The fact that he concealed his grief under his customary stern, gruff countenance when outside of his own private quarters proved less than nothing about his emotional state. In his own way, he was overset and knocked off his feet just as much as his son. Esmeralda had reached places deep inside his emotions which no one else had ever been able to touch in any way. Despite his pain and loss, Edward was acutely conscious that he had to make some provision for his three children, and he filled the gap in the lives of his infant daughters by acquiring Phoebe, a slave girl with a better than average command of English, to be their nurse. He then arranged, through his contacts, for her to live with the babies in the home of Richard Lajambe, another merchant who now lived full time ashore in Kingston. For his son, George, his provision was to take his son with him again on his next voyage.