BLOW THE MAN DOWN
by Jason Bonds
Chapter 2
After Damon and Lucky had showered, they put on their work clothes,
which -- aboard the Apollo -- were interestingly casual.
Damon slipped into a tattered, abbreviated pair of jean cut-offs
and put on heavy construction shoes and thick athletic socks, which
he rolled down. His hair balls and the head of his cock dangled in
plain view beneath the frayed edges of his shorts. With his hair
swept down on his forehead, Damon looked like a sexy version of
Lil' Abner.
Lucky -- always the macho man -- put on a pair of tight, faded
jeans, heavy work boots and a sleeveless midriff T-shirt. The
pale-blue shirt exposed his muscular arms and a flat belly and
accentuated his golden tan. He tied a blue bandanna around his
head, leaving the loose ends of the knot trailing down onto his
shoulder. The bandanna, combined with the wild look in his big
brown eyes, made the handsome blonde look vaguely savage.
They started up the steep stairway to the deck above, but Damon
grabbed Lucky halfway up, wrapping his arms around the surprised
fellow.
"You gorgeous brute!" the boy smiled, pecking his lover on the
lips. "Damn, it's good to have you back." Then his expression
became more serious. "Did the probation board give you a hard
time?"
"Naw," Lucky said, running his hand up under Damon's shorts and
squeezing a bare bun. "Just the same old red tape. No hassle, long
as I keep a job and stay clear of the drug traffic." He poked a
finger into the youth's well-fucked asshole.
"Ewww!" Damon squealed, practically climbing Lucky Donovan's big
frame. "Don't get me excited again. We've got work to do."
"You really did miss me, didn't you?" Lucky smiled, glowing with
the self-confidence that came from knowing he was needed.
"What do you think?" the boy said as he sank to his knees on the
stairway and began kissing Lucky's bare stomach. He clamped his
arms around his brawny lover's waist, pressing his face against his
belly. "You know I worship you."
"That's why they call me Lucky," the blonde said as he pulled Damon
to his feet again. "I always get what I want." Then he swatted the
kid's ass playfully. "Let's get to work."
They squinted at the late afternoon sunshine as they emerged on the
deck of the Apollo. The bog trawler was moored, along with dozens
of other tuna boats, at Tampa's commercial fishing docks. Tampa Bay
sparkled in the late sun, which was casting a golden hue on the
fleet of white boats.
"We better finish getting the larder stocked," Damon said, standing
with his hands on his hips and surveying the tranquil scene of
gently rocking boats and gliding sea gulls. "Cotton wants to cast
off at daybreak tomorrow and we're low on a few things."
"I'll go get the hand-truck," Lucky said as he headed for the
gangplank. He stopped abruptly at the portside railing, looking
down at the dock below. "Jesus Christ! Come get a load of this."
Damon sauntered over to the railing, expecting to see some tourist
exhibiting a big fish. His jaw dropped when he saw the guy below.
"Man! That's one bitchin' stud!"
"Awesome," Lucky said dreamily as he leaned on the railing and kept
looking.
Their attention was riveted on a young man on the dock who was
leaning on a ten-speed bicycle. The bike was at an angle, and the
guy was leaning back against it with his feet planted widely apart.
He was scantily clad in a yellow Speedo swimsuit that left little
to the imagination and a lightweight yellow nylon jacket that was
open down the front. A yellow sun visor concealed his face from
their view, but they could see that he had coal-black hair and a
fantastic body. His darkly suntanned skin contrasted sharply with
the pale yellow outfit he wore, and the low angle of the sun made
him look like a bronzed statue.
"Must be a tourist," Damon remarked, noticing the backpack strapped
to the rear of the guy's bike.
"Or maybe a sun god," Lucky said, unable to take his eyes from the
prominent cock-bulge in the guy's nylon bikini.
"Naw," Damon chuckled. "He's got Ft. Lauderdale written all over
him. Definitely a tourist."
Suddenly, the guy glanced up and spotted them. His face was as
beautiful as the rest of him, and both fishermen swooned at his
striking good looks.
"Maybe you're right," Damon whispered. "It's a god."
"I'm looking for Captain Cotton Tyler," the guy shouted up at them.
"That either one of you?"
Lucky jabbed Damon in the ribs with an elbow. "Shit! We should've
guessed. Cotton's got something new going."
"What?" the guy yelled from below.
"Naw, man," Lucky shouted back. "The captain's not here now." He
leaned out, sucking in his belly and flexing his biceps, smiling
seductively down at the guy on the dock. "You sure I won't do?"
"Lucky!" Damon sputtered, putting his hands on his hips and looking
shocked.
"I have to see Captain Tyler," the guy below shouted, looking
slightly puzzled at Lucky's behavior.
"C'mon aboard!" Lucky hollered.
The fellow nodded and began wheeling his bike up the gangplank.
Lucky grinned at Damon "I don't know what Cotton's got going here,
but if that guy's not gay I'll wrestle a shark barehanded."
"Hi!" Lucky said warmly as the guy came aboard. He extended a hand.
"I'm Lucky Donovan.. and this here's my sweet little boyfriend,
Damon West. What can we do for you?"
"Rick Marinaro," the suntanned stud said, glancing uncertainly at
each of them. "I have business with Captain Tyler. Will he be here
before long?" He sounded stern and business-like.
"He better be along before long," Damon said. "We're casting off at
daybreak."
Lucky was standing close to the visitor with his thumbs hooked in
the pockets of his Levi's, unabashedly looking him up and down.
"What kinda business you got with Cotton?" Lucky asked, doing his
best to look tough and butch. "You sure don't look like any
businessman."
"I have business with the captain," Rick insisted. "And I'm sorry
if you don't like my looks."
"Oh, we love your looks, man!" Lucky said. "Don't you think he's
pretty, Damon?"
"No complaints here," Damon grinned, finding himself growing horny
at the sight of Rick Marinaro's beautiful body. The boy began to
fondle his welling cock, which was hanging out below his cut-offs.
Rick saw Damon playing with his prick. He glanced back to Lucky,
and saw the wild look in his huge brown eyes. Backing away slowly
with his bicycle, he revealed his fear.
"You guys already know what I'm here for, don't you?"
"Yeah," Lucky said confidently. "I'd say it's pretty obvious."
He moved forward, stepping close to Rick again. In the next
instant, he reached out and grabbed a handful of the sexy stud's
cock-bulge, feeling the long prick that was curled snugly within
the thin nylon crotch of his Speedo.
"Hey, man!" Rich shouted hoarsely, knocking Lucky's hand away
quickly. "Knock that shit off! What the hell's the matter with you
guys?"
"Whatdya mean -- what's the matter with us?" Lucky said in
annoyance. "Look at yourself, man. Prissin' your cute ass around
here in that sexy get-up, showing off your bog old cock like that.
You ought to keep our goddamned clothes on if you don't want
anybody touching you -- you crazy fucker."
"Easy, Lucky," Damon said quietly, knowing the bug stud wasn't
accustomed to rejection. "Let's be cool now."
Rich Marinaro moved back a few steps again. His handsome face was
drawn with tension.
"Look," he said, "I don't give a shit what you fags do with each
other... but don't try any of that crap with me. Okay?"
"Fags!" Lucky blurted loudly as his fists clenched automatically.
"Why, you son of a bitch! I'm gonna--"
"No!" Damon yelled, grabbing Lucky's raised fist before he could
hit Rick. The boy looked hard at Rick. "Just get off the fuckin'
boat, man. You're not welcome her. Go on!"
"I'm not going anywhere till I see Cotton Tyler," Rick said firmly.
"And you two goons better leave me alone, if you know what's good
for you. Now, when do you expect the captain? I want some answers
here!"
Lucky and Damon looked at each other in bewilderment for a moment,
then both of them began to grin mischievously.
"This guy's really asking for it," Lucky said.
"Yeah, he is," Damon agreed.
"Okay, buddy," Lucky said to Rick. "So what if Cotton is aboard?
You think he wants to see you?"
"That's what I figured," Rick said, smiling knowingly. "He's hiding
out below." He leaned hs bike against a refrigeration unit and
looked smugly at Lucky. "Take me to the captain -- now."
Pretending they hated doing it, Lucky and Damon led Rick Marinaro
down the steep stairway to the cabin below.
"Where is he?" Rick demanded authoritatively when he didn't see
anyone else below.
"Get him!" Lucky yelled.
In a sudden flurry of activity, Damon and Lucky grabbed the rude
visitor and threw him to the floor. A few punches were exchanged
before they subdued him, but nobody was seriously hurt. Then,
before Rick knew what was happening, they had him face down on the
floor and had tied his hands together with a sheet. A minute later,
they had secured each of his ankles to exposed water pipes, leaving
him spread-eagled on his stomach. He struggled for a few minutes
before he accepted the fact that he was securely bound and
helpless.
"Help me strip the son of a bitch," Lucky told his young lover.
"We'll give him a fuckin' he won't ever forget."
"This is a federal offense!" Rick said hoarsely, twisting his neck
and looking up at them.
"It sure as hell won't be my first federal offense," Lucky laughed
as he stopped down and yanked the visor from Rick's head. "Hey, man
-
- you've got real pretty hair. You know that?" He ran his fingers
through the guy's lush black hair.
"I... I don't know about this, Lucky," Damon said nervously.
"Don't be a fuckin' titty-baby, Damon!"
"All right, all right!"
It became immediately obvious they wouldn't be able to pull the
guy's jacked and trunks off while he was tied up that way, so Lucky
ran to the galley and found a knife. When he approached Rick with
the knife, the guy's face went pale.
"My God!" Rick blurted pathetically. "Go ahead and fuck me if you
want to -- just don't kill me!"
"I'm not gonna kill you, you fuckin' idiot," Lucky laughed as he
knelt down and began cutting the nylon jacket so it could be
removed. "I just want to get you naked."
"Oh, thank God," Rick murmured, relaxing and resting his cheek on
the grimy floor. After that fright, getting fucked in the ass
seemed a relatively harmless prospect.
After the jacket was cut away, Lucky handed the knife to Damon.
"Here. You do the honors with the Speedo, kid."
The perverse excitement of committing rape caused Damon's cock to
stiffen and project from his cut-offs while he knelt and cut away
the flimsy nylon bikini from Rick's loins. Once he had cut through
the fabric, he yanked the tattered Speedo away, revealing the guy's
gloriously suntanned buns.
Lucky whistled at the sexy sight. "Look at that! This guy sunbathes
naked -- he's tanned all over."
"Uuummm!" Damon purred approvingly, feasting his eyes on Rick's
naked body. "He's beautiful."
There was no doubt of that. Rick Marinaro was stunningly beautiful.
His lithe, sinewy body was a study in muscular symmetry. His deeply
tanned skin was smooth and flawless, and a sparse growth of black
hair coated his powerful-looking legs. The cutely rounded cheeks of
his ass were smooth and tan, and there were sexy dimples in his
lower back, just above each bun. The crevice of his ass was
hairless, and his furry balls could be seen mashed against the
floor between his sprawled legs.
"How about if you fuck him first?" Lucky suggested. "Kinda break
him in a little before I have at him with my twelve inches."
Rick raised his head and looked around. "If you guys do this, I'll
report --" Then he saw the knife gleaming on the floor behind Lucky
and decided to keep quiet and submit.
Damon pulled his cut-offs down over his shoes, stepped out of them
and then knelt between Rick's spread legs. The ominous silence was
punctuated by the creaking and groaning of the boat. The excited
youth bent down and ran his tongue experimentally up Rick's
ass-crack. Rick flinched at the touch of Damon's tongue.
"That's one helluva good-lookin' ass," Lucky said. "Go ahead and
eat him out. I would!"
Damon smiled at Lucky. Then he drove his tongue hard against Rick's
hairless asshole while he used his fingers to spread his
ass-cheeks. After titillating Rick's asshole for a moment with his
tongue-tip, the boy fucked his tongue into the tightness of the
resisting sphincter. The ass-ring relaxed after a moment, and Damon
was able to fuck his hot wet tongue in and out of the guy's ass.
"Lord!" Rick moaned when he felt the boy's tongue lubricating his
asshole with warm saliva. "You guys don't stop at anything."
"To hell with that," Lucky snorted, reaching over and jabbing his
finger into Rick's wet asshole.
"Uuungh!" Rick grunted, tensing the muscles of his body.
"Shit! He is tight as hell," Lucky said. "This is gonna be one
fantastic fuck!" He pulled his finger from Rick's ass. "Go to it,
boy Fuck the shit out of him!"
Damon moved into a push-up position above Rick's naked body. When
he guided his cock-head into the crevice of Rick's ass, the young
stud moaned and clenched his ass-cheeks in anticipation of the pain
he knew would come.
"Relax, man," Damon whispered near Rick's ear "Don't make it hard
on yourself." And, while he was whispering, he could smell the
sweet clean aroma of Rick's beautiful black hair..
Damon nudged insistently against Rick's resisting asshole with the
blunt tip of his prick, finally forcing his cock-head within the
tightly clasping ass-ring. Rick sucked in a deep breath, remaining
still in hopes the boy would go easy on him.
Rick Marinaro had never had a cock fucked up his ass before, and he
didn't realize how fortunate he was that Damon was going to fuck
him first with his eight-inch cock. Had Lucky gone first, fucking
his foot-long prick into that virgin asshole, it would have been a
grisly experience for the poor fellow. For a young stud who
regarded himself as straight, eight inches of cock up the butt
seemed more than adequate for an introduction to ass-fucking.
Damon slowly fucked his thick cock into Rick's tight asshole,
advancing in short increments as the resisting sphincter slipped
along his cock-shaft like a taut rubber band. Rick's ass-guts felt
hot, encasing the boy's prick snugly.
"Oh God... oh no," Rick moaned pitifully as he felt Damon's cock
advancing deeper into his guts. "Damn!" He clenched his teeth and
his fists in response to the surge of pain that radiated from his
shocked asshole. "No... no... no..."
But Damon pressed onward fucking more and more cock-meat into
Rick's ass until his belly came to rest against the guy's smooth
ass-cheeks.
"Aw, fuck!" Rick blurted, banging his forehead on the floor as he
felt Damon's kinky crotch hair grinding against his ass. He could
feel the boy's balls dangling down between his sprawled legs,
touching his own balls. "Goddamn it!"
Knowing that a prick was buried to the hilt in his ass gave Rick a
hideous feeling of degradation. It was unmanly to be lying there on
the floor, getting fucked in the ass -- and besides that, it hurt.
Damon halted there, leaving his cock fucked in to the balls and
giving Rick a minute to adjust to having his tight ass stuffed full
of cock- meat. Lucky scrambled around behind them, getting down on
the floor so he could see Damon's cock enter Rick's ass.
"You're awfully good-looking," Damon whispered near Rick's ear.
"Matter of fact, you're downright gorgeous, man."
"This is one time I wish I was ugly as hell," Rick murmured. "I
don't like anything about this."
"Really?" Damon asked honestly. "God, I just love to get my ass
fucked. Love it!"
"Well, why don't you two cock-suckers fuck each other -- and let me
out of here?"
"Let's get some goddamned action here," Lucky said loudly, slapping
Damon's naked butt. "Fuck the bastard!"
"Your buddy's nuts," Rick whispered. "You know that?"
"No he's not. He's wonderful I love him."
"Why? Just because he's got a bug hunk of meat?"
What the hell are you two jabberin' about?" Lucky said irritably as
he raised up to look.
"Nothing important," Damon said quickly.
Then the teenager began to fuck Rick's ass, plunging his cock in
and out of the hot sheath of the young stud's ass-guts rapidly.
Lucky got down between their legs again, watching Damon's prick
slither into the guy's tightly clasping asshole. The boy's hairy
balls were bouncing heavily, slapping against Rick's smooth
ass-cheeks on every downward fuck-thrust.
Rick hadn't realized it until now, but while he and Damon had been
talking, his ass had become more accustomed to being stuffed with
cock- meat. The fucking wasn't quite as had as he had expected and
he soon discovered that by forcing himself to relax he could make
it easier on himself. Still, although the searing pain was
subsiding, the awful humiliation of being used this was more than
he could deal with.
"You guys aren't actually gonna cum in my but, are you?"
"Sure," Damon laughed while he went on fucking. "I mean, it'd be
kinda stupid to fuck you and not cum. Hell, that's what fucking's
all about."
"Oh God," Rick groaned, feeling that getting his ass fucked full of
cum would in some way be the ultimate deflowering of his manhood.
"Damn you guys!"