Boys in the King's Navy - Part 4 By Bill
Three figures walked briskly through the dimly-lit passageway of the war galley - Captain Zidane, a middle-aged Algerian aristocrat; Samir, the captain's 18-year-old personal assistant, enslaved five years earlier when the American merchant ship on which he was the cabin boy had been seized; and Benjamin Kitts, the 14-year-old powder-monkey of a British Navy gun crew, captured only hours previously when the HMS Apollo was defeated in battle. The first two were dressed in robes of fine material. Benjamin was nude.
As they neared the captain's cabin, a shirtless black-skinned boy was sitting on a stool outside the door, absent-mindedly diddling his stiff penis through the diaphanous fabric of his loose trousers. When he saw the group approaching, the exotic looking 12-year-old jumped to his feet, bowed deeply, and turned the large iron key to unlock the cabin door. Without speaking, he immediately became effeminate and seductive in his body language, and his hand returned to fondling his erection. The boy's sensuous eyes surveyed Benjamin's naked body, and with clearly erotic intent the African sex-slave swiped the tip of his tongue slowly across his upper lip. Two weeks previously he had been rented out to Captain Zidane by an Algiers boy-brothel and was well-skilled and experienced in the sexual arts. His anus tingled in enthusiastic anticipation at the thought of the impending man/boy orgy.
"Master will not require your services this afternoon, Hakim," said Samir. The boy's luscious full lips formed a petulant pout. "When you serve his supper at the usual time, bring a double portion," Samir continued. "Until then, you may occupy yourself as you wish, so long as you stay out of trouble."
The boy made a bow and then ran off, not having uttered a word. He headed toward the crew's quarters, where his considerable sexual charms - and his love of being fucked by men - would find a more appreciative reception.
The captain's cabin was surprisingly ornate for a fighting ship. A significant portion of the room was taken up by an oversized feather-bed, on which sat the despondent Midshipman Chauncey Grosvenor, still completely naked. When he saw the captain and the strange younger man (an Algerian who looked English and spoke like an American) he jumped up off the bed and stood at the bedside. The presence of Benjamin puzzled Chauncey even more; the relationship between the two boys had been awkward ever since the midshipman's punishment, several weeks before, in Captain Westmoreland's quarters. The only thing of which Chauncey was certain was that he dare not cover his genitals, having been chastised for doing so when Zidane had first examined him.
"Ah! Seeing again this jewel of boy-beauty is a sweet pleasure!" exclaimed the captain in the Algerian dialect of Arabic. "He causes my heart to gallop with excitement, and my man-part to stiffen with lust. So pale and smooth and soft is his body. Such splendidly round buttocks. And he has a perfectly-formed boy-part... even though it is uncircumcised. Were it not for the gold that his ransom will bring, I would be tempted to keep him as my pleasure-slave."
"He will not be ransomed for at least a month, Master," said Samir, also speaking Arabic; "so you will have him to enjoy for that time. And this one," he said, motioning to Benjamin, "can be yours to play with for as long as you wish. I think he will retain for at least a year the boyish characteristics that most appeal to you; perhaps for a good while longer."
"He appears a satisfactory bed partner. But the blond-haired one is unlike any I've seen since our illustrious Sultan visited Algiers on his tour of the Empire, and he brought along the top rank of his boy-harem - the most beautiful pleasure-boys from every part of the Empire and beyond."
Neither boy understood the talk, of course, which only added to their apprehension. But when Samir began removing the captain's clothing, with the brisk efficiency of an experienced valet, it was becoming evident what would come next. In another minute, the Algerian captain was nude and reclining on his bed. Though of middle-age, he had not allowed his body to grow fat like the indolent aristocrats at the palace. But he was every bit as sexually decadent as the courtiers back in Algiers, and his manly cock - which was a good bit larger than average in both length and girth - was already stiff with anticipation as he lay back against the cushions and gazed lustfully at the naked boys.
"Give them some directions, Samir," said the captain. "You always know what I enjoy in these matters. Take off your own clothing too. I desire that you join in."
"As you command," said the handsome 18-year-old with a sly grin. Addressing the boys in English, he said "Lads, Captain Zidane is your new master; you are his slaves. Get that into your heads. Your task now is to bring him pleasure... to his eyes, his ears (even though he won't understand what you say), to every part of his body, and especially his cock. If you displease him for any reason, the captain can be rather harsh, so try your best. I may give you some instructions as you go, but it would be better if you took the initiative upon yourselves. I've a notion that any boy who's served on an English ship knows a thing or two about pleasing a man in bed... or at least that you do, Master Powder-Monkey." He gave Benjamin a wink. "First off, you'll stand beside the bed and caress each other with your hands and kiss with your tongues, for the Captain's enjoyment. Go on, now. Make a good show of it!"
Benjamin and Chauncey approached each other cautiously. Benjamin was forcing a sexy smile, but the midshipman was blank-faced and absorbed in his own thoughts, as his mind reacted with shock at hearing that he was now a slave.
"Smile, damn you!" hissed the lower-class ship's boy quietly. "You heard what the man said. Don't be a bloody fool!"
Though it snapped him out of his mental stupor, the upper-class midshipman instinctively took offense and hissed back under his breath: "How dare you speak to an officer like...." But before Chauncey's last word came out, Benjamin planted a kiss on the other boy's mouth and wrapped him in a hug. Benjamin's hands roamed sensuously down Chauncey's back to his shapely butt, and his tongue invaded the boy's mouth. The midshipman responded in spite of himself, as his brain instantly generated sexual arousal. He also realized that Benjamin had probably saved him from punishment, and he relaxed in the other boy's arms, returning the caresses. Their tongues entwined sloppily, outside their mouths, as a show for the Algerian captain, while their stiffening cocks slid together obscenely.
"They make a handsome pair," said Zidane.
"That they do, Master," Samir replied as he finished removing his own clothes. He slid onto the bed next to the captain and began stroking the older man's prodigiously-sized cock, as he had done so many other times during his five years of slavery. "Shall we see if they have skill with their mouths?" Samir asked.
"Of course! Test out the blond one first."
"Blondie," said the American, not recalling Chauncey's name. "Get on your knees and suck Benjamin's cock for a bit.
Chauncey knelt down immediately and captured Benjamin's erect penis in his mouth. Memories of sucking the barely-pubescent cock several weeks previously filled the midshipman's mind as his lips began working up and down the slender shaft. He accentuated the slurping of his lips and tongue in hopes that the wet sounds of sex would please the captain.
After a couple minutes of receiving the blow-job passively, Benjamin added to the display by grasping handfuls of blond hair and pulling Chauncey's head forward, while thrusting his cock into the sucking mouth. That began a vigorous face-fucking, punctuated by Benjamin's exaggerated moans of pleasure.
"Alright lads; lie on the foot of the bed and suck each other at the same time. Do you know how to position yourselves in the six and the nine?" Both of them nodded, though it took Chauncey a moment to connect the two numbers with the act he'd discovered in sex-play with his young cousin on their country manor. Samir positioned them to best visual effect. "Benjamin on your back; Blondie on top. Let the captain get a good view of Blondie's butt, and of both your cocks moving between lips."
Samir kept up his part as well, continuing to gently masturbate Zidane, snuggling against his master's body, and pressing his own erect cock against the man's thigh. They both watched as the two boys energetically sucked each others' young-adolescent cocks simultaneously.
"They use their mouths well," said the captain admiringly after watching the sex-show for several minutes. "Tell the beautiful one to come and lie with me, while the slender one sucks me."
In a moment, Chauncey was lying on the opposite side of Captain Zidane from Samir. Chauncey tried his best to repress the distaste he felt for the pirate captain who had defeated his ship in a one-sided battle that killed dozens of his shipmates, and who was now pawing lasciviously at the boy's naked body. Zidane was oblivious to any disdain, caring only about caressing Chauncey's soft smooth body and exploring every accessible surface of the boy's flawless pale skin. With growing lust, he began fondling Chauncey's youthful erection, while plunging his tongue into the hesitant boy's mouth. At the same moment, Benjamin's lips were stretched wide, sliding ever-farther down the man's fat erection. The penis was among the thickest he'd ever sucked, but he was well practiced in taking a large cock into his throat. The man purred with sensual delight as he tongue-kissed and masturbated the beautiful aristocratic boy, while being expertly serviced by Benjamin's skilled mouth and his deep throat.
Samir stayed by his master's side, watching the scene, but did not participate. He was relieved that the Algerian was enjoying the boys' efforts. During the 5 years since his capture, it had been Samir's daily chore to keep his master sexually satisfied, whether by his own actions or in procuring a constantly-changing series of boys like Hakim for his enjoyment. The American never underestimated the casual cruelty that the captain could exhibit when anything displeased him - as the faded whip scars on Samir's own back would attest - and he always strove to keep his master content.
"Shall I have the blond boy mount you, Master?" he asked, anticipating the next phase of sexual service.
"Yes! A fine idea!"
"Blondie," said Samir to Chauncey. "Lie atop your master, kissing him intensely and rubbing your body against his. And Benjamin, you shall lick your shipmate's arse-hole to prepare it for a fuck."
"Aye, sir!" said Benjamin. He had been conditioned from a young age to follow orders, including sexual demands, without question or hesitation.
Chauncey repositioned himself on Zidane's chest, kissing him with lips and tongue. The captain ran his hands over the boy's back and down to his ripe round buttocks, spreading them apart. Benjamin brought his face down to rim the boy's asshole with vigorous laps of his tongue. He drilled at the clenched pucker, lubricating the passageway. Then he spit twice on his hand and twisted his palm around the captain's cock-head, slathering it with saliva and directing it toward Chauncey's anus.
"Sit up and ease your bum down on his cock," Benjamin said. "I'll hold it steady for you and aim it in." The midshipman tried to back into the man's erection, but winced in pain as the broad cock-head pressed against his tight hole. He pulled away and then tried again, gritting his teeth, but with same result. "Come on, mate," urged Benjamin. "Sit yourself astride his hips, like you was ridin' a horse, and then ease down on the saddle. Ain't ya never been fucked this way before?"
"No," Chauncey whimpered. He's been fucked only twice before, and only once by a man - Captain Westmoreland - whose cock was of rather smaller proportions than Zidane's. But he did as Benjamin suggested, sitting up straight and bringing himself down on the upraised erection. Benjamin used his free hand to pull down on Chauncey's hip, but the boy cried out as the fat cock-head again stabbed painfully at his tightly clenched anal circle.
"Ouch! Stop! I can't do it!" wailed the upper-class boy.
Benjamin exchanged a worried glance with Samir. They both looked at the captain, who seemed to be losing his patience.
"I think, Master, that this one needs some encouragement to motivate him," said Samir, as he shooed Benjamin aside and brought the flat of his hand down sharply on Chauncey's butt.
The boy yelped again, as much in surprise as in pain. But then he clamped his jaw shut, determined not to cry out any more. He knew he could do so, having taken many a bare-bottomed spanking from his private teacher back on his family's manor. Chauncey's body trembled as the young man's hand rained down rapid full- strength smacks on the reddening butt, but the midshipman silently accepted the painful punishment.
"Are you ready to ride your master's cock, lad?" asked Samir. "Sorry to hurt you, but if I hadn't done it, Master might have ordered you caned by the big sailor who lit into your foolhardy skipper's backside a while ago."
"I think I'm ready now, sir. And... thank you, sir," said the humbled boy as he wiped at the tears running down his face.
Benjamin gave Zidane's cock a few sloppy sucks to wet it again, and Chauncey repositioned himself.
"Push open your butt-hole as the prong is slidin' in, mate," whispered Benjamin, as the other boy slowly impaled himself on the rod of cock-flesh.
Though he had little experience being fucked, Chauncey had much more experience as a 'top', having paid to bugger several of the ship's boys aboard the Apollo. All of those boys seemed to have enjoyed bottoming for the young midshipman. And the time Chauncey had been fucked by Westmoreland, the pain of penetration had eventually given way to something more closely resembling pleasure.
With a stoic effort, he not only refrained from crying out, but managed to look as if he were enjoying the burning intrusion of the man's thick circumcised cock into his ass. And, sure enough, the more he flexed his legs to slide the stiff penis back and forth inside his chute, the more tolerable it became. It was still quite painful, but he knew he could get through it. He even generated the sighs and moans of lustful pleasure, even though he felt no such thing.
Zidane resumed his exploration of the beautiful boy who was now riding his cock. The man's hands wandered over Chauncey's body, feeling his silky blond hair, stroking his shoulders and chest and arms, then grasping Chauncey's hips to establish the desired cadence of up and down fuck-strokes. And then the captain's fingers went to the boy's crotch, fondling the soft penis and ball-sack lasciviously in an effort to coax it to erection.
Meanwhile, beside them on the bed, Samir and Benjamin were beginning to engage in activity of their own.
"Come to me, boy," said Samir.
Benjamin lay beside him on the bed. He felt at ease with the young man, and the two snuggled together in a tender embrace. Samir was quite handsome; strong, yet sensitive; sensible, yet clearly smitten with Benjamin. He reminded the boy of Angus, the Royal Marine corporal on the Apollo who'd become Benjamin's dearest adult friend, and whom he hadn't seen since before the battle.
"I've taken a shine to you, Benjamin," said Samir in a whisper.
"My shipmates call me Kittsy, sir. You can too if it pleases you."
"Then Kittsie it shall be. I wasn't fooling when I said that I'd look out for you. I convinced the captain that you shouldn't have your balls sliced off, like what happened to the other lad, and I'm trying to have him take you as his personal servant, as I've been. I was in your same situation 5 years ago when my ship was captured. I was 13; the cabin-boy on the merchant ship Elena Gaye, out of New Bedford and bound for Genoa. Captain Zidane changed my name from Samuel to Samir, had the foreskin cut from my dick like a Muslim, and kept me as his slave. I'll tell you, though, that my life has been easier than the fate of my shipmates, who toil in cruel labor... if they're even still alive... in the mines and quarries, the brickworks and tanneries, or on the rowing benches of galleys like this one. Your young officer there will get ransomed and sent home in time. But unless your government is more generous than I expect, you won't and neither will the sailors from your ship. So your best bet is to do as I did - make yourself sexually desirable for the captain, learn to please him intensely, and learn his language quickly. With some luck, things will turn out as tolerable for you as they've been for me."
Just then, Captain Zidane turned his attention from Chauncey, and spoke to Samir.
"Come nearer, my love, and have the dark-haired boy mount your cock while the blond one rides mine. And have your boy face toward your feet so I can see his buttocks and watch as your cock spears his hole."
"Yes, Master," said Samir. He directed Benjamin to give him a quick suck to lubricate his cock, as he positioned himself so he was leaning back on the same cushions on which the captain reclined. Then he positioned Benjamin so he was straddling the young man's hips, facing away. As Benjamin took the man's cock inside his anus and eased into a comfortable fuck-rhythm, he looked over at Chauncey right beside him. The midshipman managed an uneasy smile, and Benjamin gave him a wink, as both boys rode men's cocks and showed off their sensuous young bodies.
Impulsively, Chauncey leaned toward Benjamin and kissed him. When Benjamin responded in kind, their tongues emerged to renew their show of wanton open-mouthed kissing. Chauncey's hand grabbed hold of Benjamin's cock and began stroking it. At that moment his own youthful penis finally began stiffening in Captain Zidane's hand, much to the Algerian's satisfaction.
Zidane reached over to feel Benjamin as well, fondling the boy's slender butt. His fingertips slid down to brush against Samir's slippery erection as it slid in and out of the tight asshole.
The sounds of sex filled the cabin - moans and grunts; muttered words of lust spoken in Arabic and English; the slapping sounds of fucking and the swishing sounds of masturbation. All four participants were now totally involved in the giving and taking of carnal pleasure.
"Turn around to face me, boy," said Samir to Benjamin after a while; "so I can stroke the cream from your cock. The captain enjoys the sight of a young lad's spunk shooting out."
Benjamin swung his legs around, smoothly rotating 180 degrees while impaled on the man's rigid erection. As the boy resumed flexing his legs to ride the cock, Samir reached for the slender adolescent boner. As the man worked the boy's foreskin back and forth on the perfect youthful glans, Benjamin groaned with unfeigned ecstasy. After only a couple minutes of vigorous masturbation, Benjamin's penis shot off a spray of boy-cum onto the man's chest and hand. Samir could feel the spasms of the boy's asshole, clenching at his cock, and he pulled Benjamin to his chest, hugging the boy and thrusting his hips vigorously. He'd never been very good at holding back his first orgasm of a sex-session, and this time was no different. He urgently pounded his cock into Benjamin's body until his climax exploded in his brain and out from his throbbing cock. Pulses of hot semen shot into the boy's rectum as the two kissed again, deeply and passionately.
Zidane and Chauncey kept fucking at a steady pace, though the attention of both was focused on the erotic scene that unfolded right beside them. And as Benjamin and Samir snuggled together, whispering to each other in the afterglow of mutual orgasm, Zidane was re-positioning Chauncey face-down on the bed and penetrating him from behind. When the captain was enjoying a good fuck, he could keep going for a very long time, switching among a variety of positions.
Just as Samir and Benjamin were playfully fondling each other to renewed erections, in preparation for another sexual coupling of their own....
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
"Demons from Hell!" muttered the captain. "Who would dare to disturb me at a time like this?" He yelled out: "Enter!"
The ship's first-mate opened the door, staring wide-eyed for a moment at the sexual tableau, and then looked down at his feet deferentially.
"A thousand pardons, my captain, but... but...." His voice trailed off as he looked up again at the beautiful naked boys atop the equally naked men.
"Spit it out, fool," said Zidane. "Why have you interrupted my pleasure time?" He was already pushing Chauncey off of him and rising up from his bed, his large dark-red cock sticking up fully erect, slick with the juices of the boy's rectum.
"The English fleet is approaching... many ships, and two of them carry a hundred guns each! Coming at us from both east and west. The French warship has signaled that he is fleeing. I hesitated for as long as I could before disturbing you, but...."
Just then, the boom of canons sounded from a distance.
"You son of a syphilitic whore! How long have you known this?" Zidane quickly threw on his clothing, assisted half-way through by Samir. "Join me on deck after you dress," said the captain to his personal slave. "And lock up these English boys." The captain hurried off, together with the humbled officer.
Benjamin and Chauncey were totally confused, not having understood any of the Arabic conversation. As Samir related what had been said, the boys' expressions showed a mix of anxiety and hope, but they dared not express to the young man what they were thinking.
Samir surprised them by saying exactly what was on their minds: "This is our chance for freedom, lads! I have a plan to aid our cause; something that I worked out long ago, just for such a situation. It will take boldness and bravery to carry it out. Are you with me?"
"Aye!" shouted both boys at once.
Samir led them through a side door into his own small cabin, adjacent to the captain's. From a trunk he pulled items of clothing, both Algerian and European. The three of them put on English trousers, but Algerian jackets. Samir also retrieved two daggers and a pistol from a hiding place. He gave the daggers to the boys and primed the gun as he quickly described his plan.
"Are we set, then?" he asked. The boys nodded, grinning excitedly.
The first destination was the ship's storage room, where they began piling arm-loads of swords onto three squares of canvass. When a group of Algerian sailors entered to get weapons of their own, Samir merely said: "Captain's orders," and the explanation satisfied them. Samir might have been a slave, but he spoke with authority after 5 years as the captain's assistant.
The three of them half-dragged the heavy bundles of weapons, with Samir leading the way, down two flights of steps to the rowing deck. After grabbing the ring of keys that hung outside the door, Samir opened the sturdy lock, and they entered a large room containing 60 naked galley-slaves, sitting four-across, two per oar. The brutally rapid pace of rowing was being beaten out on a drum, and the wiry muscles of the slaves strained with exertion. The sounds of the drum, of whips striking bare backs, and of groaning men pushed to their limit combined with a nearly overpowering stench to create a hellish environment. The two Algerian overseers were so busy moving up and down the center aisle between the rowing benches, whipping the galley-slaves to make them row even harder, that they didn't notice the intruders at first.
As Samir took aim with his pistol and dropped the overseer who was farthest away, Benjamin and Chauncey pounced on the other, slashing and stabbing with their daggers and quickly dispatching him. The rowers looked on with initial disbelief as they continued pulling at their oars for one or two more strokes. Then they stopped rowing and let their oars go slack in the water. A third Algerian, who had been beating out the rowing pace on a big kettle-drum, dropped face-down to the floor.
"Please masters! Mercy! Don't kill me!"
"Help us free the rowers, then," ordered Samir.
Four long chains ran down the length of the room, passing through rings that were welded to the shackles around the rowers ankles. After each chain was unlocked it was pulled from the other end, rapidly freeing the slaves.
At first, a group of them pounced on the drum-beater, clawing at his body in rage and strangling his neck.
"Don't bother with him!" said Samir in both Arabic and English. "Take up a cutlass and do battle with the sailors and officers up on the main deck. The English ships will soon catch up to us with our oars slack in the water. You will be free men if you fight hard, and you can take your revenge for the abuse you've received."
A shout went up, and they ran out the door and up the passageways, cutlasses in hand. The naked men were thin and dirty, most having long scraggly hair and beards, but their shoulders and arms were incredibly strong. They poured out onto the deck like wraiths rising from Hell, and they fought ferociously.
Samir, Benjamin, and Chauncey returned to the storeroom to gather up yet more weapons, and then made one more stop before joining the fight. Not far away was the locked room in which were held the captured sailors from the Apollo. The prisoners were tightly packed in the too-small room. The only one not standing was Captain Westmoreland, curled in a ball and moaning in pain. The wounds from his savage beating had scabbed over, but the internal pain from his brutal rape by a monstrously large cock still raged in his guts.
When confronted by the single Algerian guard outside the door, Samir said: "My master wants the English captain brought to him. Open the door." While the guard pondered the strangeness of the situation, Benjamin neatly sliced his throat from behind. Samir and the two boys cast off their Algerian jackets and were now dressed just like the British sailors that they were freeing.
As the new group of insurgents entered the battle on the main deck, and the galley sat nearly dead in the water for lack of oar-power, a swift British frigate overtook them. The HMS Athena was a near-twin of the Apollo. Sharpshooters in the rigging began picking off Algerians with efficient precision, and in another moment it was over. Freed slaves and prisoners shouted for joy, joined by cheers from the Athena's crew as the frigate pulled alongside.
Benjamin, Chauncey, and Samir (who henceforth would again be named Samuel) were made welcome aboard the Athena, signing on as crewmembers. As the story of their actions spread throughout the crew of the frigate, the three were hailed as heroes.
Later that night....
Chauncey lay on his bunk in the midshipmen's quarters, wearing only thin cotton under-britches in the warm summer air. His head was spinning from too much wine at the celebration thrown for him by the Athena's officers. The handsome young aristocrat had re-told his story so many times that he could no longer clearly distinguish fact from embellishment. But now his mind turned to Benjamin, and sexual desire began to consume him. His hand went to his crotch as he fantasized getting naked with the other boy... kissing each other passionately... grasping each other's cock and stroking as their passions rose. Perhaps there was a place on the Athena where they could get together for sex. As he masturbated his stiff penis, the fingers of his other hand went to his asshole, still sensitive from the earlier fucking, and toyed with the delicate flesh. Fantasies inflamed his desire as his fingers rubbed and probed his anus, picturing himself getting fucked by the lower-class ship's-boy. That fantasy carried him all the way to a body-shaking, cum-spurting orgasm. In the calm after his climax, Chauncey pondered what Benjamin might be doing at this very moment.
Meanwhile, down in the crew's quarters....
Samuel (no longer Samir) stood with his arm around Benjamin's shoulder as they watched the black-skinned 12-year-old dancing. Hakim was naked, his hairless body and shaved head glistening with sweat in the heat. He was exotically beautiful, subtly effeminate in manner, and his slender penis was fully erect as his hips gyrated sensuously. The small open space in which he danced was defined by a tight circle of enthusiastic sailors, marines, and ship's-boys who watched him hungrily. Those who were close could see a trail of semen flowing from his anus and down along his inner thigh. Hakim hadn't kept count of how many times he'd been fucked that day, first by Algerian sailors, before the battle, more recently by British men and older boys. The African sex-slave was officially a prisoner, but he was confident that he could manage nicely by continuing to follow a simple formula: always be sexually appealing to men, and savor the pleasures of sucking cocks and being fucked in the ass. It mattered not a bit that the masters were now Englishmen rather than Algerians, so long as he could stoke their lust for his own benefit.
"Ain't it about time for the wog lad to service a boy or two?" called out a sailor. "How's about the hero of the battle?"
Everyone's eyes turned to Benjamin, who smiled and said in a loud voice: "Thanks mates, but I'm tuckered out tonight. Next time." In a softer voice he said to Samuel: "Maybe you and me can do it tonight, someplace private-like."
Benjamin's refusal didn't dampen the crew's enthusiasm to be entertained by a display of increasingly intense boy-sex. "How's about Toby," someone else called out. "He's always game for some cock-play!" One of the more senior ship's-boys, grinning broadly, was nudged through the crowd. He stripped off his trousers - his only garment - as he approached Hakim. Toby was a self-confident lad of 13 years, with a sturdy young body. His barely-adolescent penis quickly pulsed upward to erection without being touched.
Though he couldn't understand English, Hakim knew perfectly well what was expected of him. He knelt on the deck at Toby's feet and took the other boy's sexy boner into his mouth for a suck. The African was an amazingly accomplished cocksucker, having trained and worked for several years in an Algerian boy-brothel. All eyes in the room were fixed on his bobbing mouth as he repeatedly took the full length of the white boy's stiff penis in rhythmic plunges.
Samuel was getting increasingly aroused as he watched the scene and pulled Benjamin closer against him, then slid his hand down from the boy's shoulder to feel his slender rounded butt. The boy in turn brought his hand to Samuel's crotch, squeezing the man's erect penis through his trousers. Around the room, other pairs of men and boys were similarly fondling each other, their lust enflamed by the pornographic display they were watching.
Hakim disengaged his mouth from Toby's cock and turned around with his shapely butt raised up. His anus winked open in invitation to be penetrated. Toby eagerly complied, kneeling behind and sliding his spit-slick cock completely into the hole in one lunge. As Toby began to fuck with energetic thrusts, another naked ship's-boy was pushed forward to have his cock sucked by the African boy-whore.
Some of the man/boy pairs started wandering off, and Benjamin knew the reason.
"Let's follow them," said Benjamin. "This ship's laid out just like the Apollo, and I'd say they're headed to the rope locker."
The End
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