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RICK HOWMAN - PART NINE
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RICK HOWMAN - PART NINE
The Story of the Arctic Seal
[Author's note.
This episode is based on NO experience, and less knowledge, of the Arctic or its people. So all information is totally just to serve the purposes of the story. Nothing is intended to portray an accurate account of anything. It's just a story. No offense intended.
In sparking off my imagination, I have used the following resource:
www.firstpeoplesofcanada.com/fp_groups/fp_inuit5.html
End of author's note.]
Baby sat at Tony's feet, listening to Tony reminisce. He often proudly imagined the virile young Tony spreading his seed in all the countries of the world, and felt, whenever Tony came inside him, that he was just the latest privileged member in that club of men, Tony's Fucked Club.
Sometimes Tony fell asleep mid-sentence, or deep in thought; sometimes his stories were so outlandish and stupid, or just boring accounts of his sexual conquests that, sometimes, Baby would zone out and drift off and then try to pretend he has heard everything. Sometimes he fell asleep listening, and he could not tell if Tony noticed or even cared.
But some of Tony's stories had a kind of fantastic quality that kept his Baby's sleepy-head awake with the what-happens-next of it. Like this one: The Story Of The Arctic Seal ...
Tony, comfortable in his robe, crossed his feet, relaxed in his armchair.
"Yeah, I've seen the Arctic. The Ocean. Yeah. I was in the Arctic. For a while. When I was a kid. Well, a young man. Yeah I've been there; I've been to the Arctic. The Arctic Ocean. I've been there. I mean, I was just a lad. I was young. Not that young. I mean, I wasn't, that, young. Twenties. Old enough to get into trouble; old enough to know better. Or, old enough to take the blame but not old enough to be trusted. Or something like that. But point is: I trusted myself. I had this self-confident self-reliance. Independence. Always had. And when you're that age you're looking for adventures, you're looking for experiences. So yeah I was in the Arctic." Tony laughed, aware that it sounded exotic. "Canada. The Frozen North. Yeah.
"The thing about it was that I prized myself. That's the difference. I always have. I was physically at that peak you hit when you haven't developed all the bulk muscle you're going to have later, but you make up for it by agility and hardiness. I was slim but extremely fit. I wasn't interested in sports, but I was all about challenge, endurance, physical and mental training, and adventure, plus I was studying and there was a brainy research side of me that made me want to collect stuff and look at it for hours on end, writing notes and so on. That was the academic side, and I had this project I was doing, through Uni, researching the indigenous people of the Northern Territories, as they were called then. I hatched this plan to live with them, hopefully live as they lived, and just study them, anthropologically. I hoped to ... well in retrospect I don't know what I hoped to achieve. It was all an excuse for an adventure. I thought I might get a PhD out of it. That was the official reason.
"I managed to find this settlement, in Canada, that was completely cut off nine months - except for a landing strip which a propeller plane used to ship goods and people in and out.
"Well, I say totally cut off. The locals could always get about. They had dogs. These dogs they prized more than their women."
He laughed.
"So I organised my contacts, via the university, packed some stuff and, well, that's how I arrived. See. Yeah. I just decided: I could afford and wanted to take six months out of my life to do something pretty, well it was pretty extraordinary, I guess. A cut above your usual gang-bang-through-Bali type escape. What I mean is, it wasn't my idea to be a sex tourist; just because I did end up that way doesn't mean I meant to.
"I tell you what, it was fucking cold! Big surprise. My supplies weren't adequate. I don't mean I hadn't planned - but the plans weren't good enough. No way could you imagine the cold of that fucking place. You could literally lose your dick if you peed in the snow. I had tons of stuff but I had to wear it all. All of it. The layers were inches deep. All my underwear. All my shirts. All my jumpers. All my trousers. It was like I was a walking wardrobe. When the locals saw me they laughed like kids at the circus; pointed and creased up - I won't forget. Their laughing mouths were like their dark faces had been cut with a saw where you could see these enormous snowy gates of big strong teeth. Amazing. Their eyes were just folds filled with eyelashes and, you know, primitive mirth. They stood in rows, rosy cheeked, blinking at me out of the circles of their fluffy sealskin hoods.
"I mean, I pretty soon found that there were guys in that huddle of amused locals who were more interested in another thing. Their eyes rested on me in a fearsome fascinated way. I already knew that look so well. I already knew my influence on guys."
Tony moved his legs so that his robe fell open revealing his sexual organs like a pile of fallen boulders at the back of a dimly lit cave. He saw Baby watching it with more fascination than he was attending to the story. He pulled his robe apart like a tent so that light fell on his swollen dick and spread his knees apart so that it lolled on his testicles, half awake. Baby watched it move; his lips parted unconsciously and he leaned forward without being aware of it.
"Don't," said Tony. "That's for later, understand." He reached out and grabbed Baby's head, pulling it towards his lap, spreading his legs so that Baby could rest his head on Tony's crotch of thick man meat like a pillow.
"I love that look. I know all I have to do is move in: the door's open. There's a welcome within that's as irresistible to me as it is undeniable to them. I love that look. There's a look in their eyes that just, just like a helpless soul within, drowning within, grasping for physical manhood. They are - I mean I can literally feel their hunger."
Tony started to chortle as he said this, in a slightly manic way, stroking Baby's head, digging his fingers into Baby's scalp almost painfully. "Oww that hurts," thought Baby, but put up with it despite his irritation until Tony stopped sniggering and resumed the story with his hand just rested on Baby's head, patting it occasionally.
"So, I just let them take their time; come to me; watch them finding ways. Funny thing is, they can't help it; they can't hide it and the more they try the more obvious they are. You're the same."
Baby glowed with a strange sort of pride, or comfort, at being recognisably what he was. Tony's hand resting on his head pressed his face into Tony's huge cock and weighed down through his neck and into his core.
"What makes me hard is the things men will do for it. And all I have to do is, whatever I want. I like that, but I wasn't expecting it from these Arctic guys. Dogs yapping, that was all their interest. Plus Caribou. So there was this one in particular, when I asked why they were laughing, said I should get some proper, suitable clothing. And he said it with a grin that made me want to undress him there and then to look at him, what was hidden underneath all that fur. He said skin was proper warm and proper dry, not stupid western plastic garbage. Clearly he thought I didn't know about it; clearly knew better than I did how to thrive and be comfy in this cold climate. But also: he just wanted to see me. He wanted to see my cock. I know; but he did. I could tell. He wanted to know if it was big. And then he wanted to touch it. And then he wanted to feel it. And then he wanted to feel what it would be like if I fucked him. So that's where we're going with all this. He started by offering to get -"
"Hold on, hold on," interrupted Baby, unable to lift his head away from between Tony's legs. "Didn't he have a name, this guy?"
"Oh yes he had a name. Strong name. Amaq, his name was. Amaq. It means 'Strong' in the local. Amaq. So he started by offering - well there was a crowd of them, laughing. I had put my entire wardrobe on."
"Like Joey and Chandler," said Baby, with a laugh.
"Er?"
"Friends episode."
"You need to stop, interrupting, lad."
Baby felt Tony's hand tighten on his scalp. He bit his lip.
"They were laughing. Amaq, who was part of this group stepped forward and said, in a really unique French-Canadian-Inuit accent, 'Hey man can I help you get you skins.' Which wasn't a question. He was offering to help. But I knew immediately two things, which was, one, I needed help, and, two, he needed something from me. Though he was cool, about as cool as you like, I saw it in his eyes; I recognised that look. He was completely friendly, but he kind of ... never looked me directly in the eye. He looked round me rather than at me, or past me, I'd say, and into me, but then at the last second he raised his eyes and when our pupils locked it was like he wanted to communicate.
"And he had dogs.
"I was suspicious because I thought these men were only interested in taking the piss out of stupid English; but he said he could see I needed help! I thought he was being cheeky at first til I realised he meant it kindly. He was just being friendly. He said I needed skin. So that's how it went. I didn't know what 'skin' entailed. I thought he would sell me some stuff. He didn't - though he kind of did."
"What do you mean?" said Baby.
"I mean, he, wanted something in return. Obviously."
"Sex."
"Yeah well, I thought that as well." Tony wiggled his foot. "Remove my slippers." Baby sat up, the warm imprint of Tony's prick on his face, and adjusted his position so that he could remove Tony's slippers.
Tony lifted his prick up and stretched it and let it drop back into his leg. "With your teeth," he said. Baby smirked. "I'm not joking. Do it."
Baby lowered his face and gripped the toe of one of Tony's slippers in his teeth. He dragged it off the foot and sat up, letting it dangle from his mouth before tossing it to one side. Then he did the same thing with the other one. Tony wiggled his toes. "Massage my feet."
Baby used both his hands.
"Was he cute?" he asked.
"He was cute alright, though it was difficult to tell through all the clothes. He had a muscled build, athletic. He was slim. Beautiful face. Kept smiling. Always happy. You don't often see that in a man, in a subservient man. It was the smiling that got to me. I found it confusing."
"How so?" Baby kneaded the balls of Tony's feet and bent forward to kiss his toes.
Tony smiled, "Good lad."
"Amaq. He had his own way. He knew what he wanted. He had a very deep voice and it made him sound assertive even when he wasn't being assertive. That was a thing, I learnt. But in fact even if he wasn't sure what he wanted, he still wanted it, and, like it says, the heart knows. The heart of a sub; it knows. It has its own way of ... getting what it needs." Baby kissed Tony's feet. "You're like that." Baby smiled and felt horny and wanted Tony as well. "You're like that. So. Amaq started saying he knew how to help, and patted me on the back, these thick fur mittens, and rubbed my back unnecessarily hard and unnecessarily long. I let him. I said to him, deliberately, 'What do I need?' and he said, 'You come' - which seemed like the horniest thing I'd ever heard, because it sounded to my ears like a direct invitation to fuck, which it was, but also it wasn't: He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards this shed. I just went along. I knew we were getting sexy, and I hadn't fucked all journey and I was getting pretty ... you know. So I wanted to get to it."
Baby took a deep breath and tried to look sympathetic; Tony never went without, so this, and when he was younger and proportionately even more horny - Baby could see he would have been in torture, needing to get some.
"We went in, just him and me. Inside it was cold, just not as cold as outside. Our breath still made fog. I said, 'You ever cold?' But he just shrugged. I mean, I could feel it on my face. As he entered, he pushed off his hood; his hair was long and black and tied back from his face. He flicked a light on, and there were these racks of stuff: parkas, leggings, mittens, boots, hats, shirts, even underclothes; all fur. He indicated a big pile of skins, like rugs, and peeled a few off. So I could see ... Everything was fur. He showed me: fur on the inside - you wear two layers - fur against the skin - imagine that. How's that going to feel? - and then another layer with the fur turned facing out. Two layers - that's the trick.
"The way he removed his clothing was so I could see how everything worked to contain the heat; how the skins worked to contain the heat of the body and bake it in, like an oven. He explained it to me, all, and then he showed me: He opened his top layer, buttoned in a really complicated way and overlapped so the fur just sort of uncurled from his chest like a piece of hairy bacon. Then, with that layer open, he unbuttoned the next, revealing his chest, and then peeled them both off his shoulders and slipped out of it so he was completely naked before I had a chance to notice it was happening. And I couldn't believe it. Underneath ... wow, he'd got this super body! Dark, shiny skin. Boy was he fit. Slim but super built. Super tight. Super hot. A bit like yours, but more muscles. Very fuckable. Very something I could, I knew, I had to make use of it. He was literally shining, his soft red-brown skin rosy and so fucking, the heat coming off.
"And of course he was hard as a rock, his prick so gorgeous and lovely, standing up, waving about, wet at the tip with a trickle of pre dripping down the shaft into the bit of hair on his balls. I wanted to touch but he took my hand in his hands and placed it on his pec, palm down, and I felt this heat like unbelievable - where I was fucking freezing my nuts off I was so uncomfortable. I said to him, 'You're burning!'
"He was so hard and hot for me too. And he had locked the door immediately, so I went for him, instinctively grabbing his head by his ponytail and sticking my tongue in his mouth, suddenly feeling my long journey of sexual deprivation as fresh desire to make use of a willing man directed me. He let me do that for a bit, then pushed my chest and said, 'Now you. Now you.'
"So I was wild to have him. So despite the cold I let him undress me. He clearly loved doing that, 'Here, let's strip this off and I will get you hot like me also.' Like he would ..."
"What did he say when he saw it?" interrupted Baby, unable to restrain himself. Tony gave him a stern look. "The size of it ... I mean. Wasn't he, you know, surprised?"
"My clothes were more difficult to remove, and sticky with sweat," continued Tony, ignoring him. "I felt disgusting, but he helped peel them off and then, when I was standing in the cold - but yeah, he was surprised by it. He looked like he'd struck fucking gold. Like you look at it. He grabbed it, like he couldn't believe it, and literally pulled me towards him and held me so all his heat from his body flowed out of him and into me, and then he was holding me like an octopus, arms and legs all round so my body - he pushed me to the ground, onto this pile of skins like a bed, tugging one huge skin over his back like a tent - suddenly we were in a hot pocket of his fur and his skin. His heat and me. He was all over me; moaned when my 'huge' dick flipped between his legs; bit my ear lobes and kissed my eyelids and said, 'I want you to in me ... and please ... please ... me."
"My body was underneath and I was entering his tight willing cunt almost before I knew what was happening. He held my hardon inside him - he guided it in, shutting his eyes, concentrating, breathing - and then he was fucking himself on it, flicking his dick and moaning already and hurting himself to take it, like he hadn't in months either and couldn't not take it. And he said, 'I make you happy', like it was an order to himself. He was so natural. He was in so much pain and made me hurt him even without me having to tell him to do it, or even doing it consciously.
"It was such a pleasure fuck cs he was so hard and tight and horny and willing, kneeling astride me, pressing into my chest with fists. Long hair flowing. Etc. His back narrowed to a vee of two ridges that dropped into firm buns that all I wanted to do was grip them and fuck the juice out of them."
Baby unconsciously tightened his abs and his anus when he heard this, picturing it was his own body getting fucked and stretched open.
"I knew it was torture for him, but he focused and took the whole lot and then fucked himself on it until it was smoother and smoother. He instinctively knew how to edge himself so he was always aching to carry on and have more and could take it. It takes practise to do that but he knew instinctively. That was so hot. I asked him if he'd ever been with a girl and he laughed. So I don't know the answer. But when I asked him if he had been with other men he laughed differently, and I could tell, he had been."
"Obviously! How many men?" asked Baby, wondering what his answer would be in comparison.
"The village, I guess," said Tony with a frown. "I never got much of an answer to that. But I could tell, he knew he loved getting fucked. I knew, Ietting him kiss me and clamber on top of me, straddling it and guiding it in. Asking me if he was tight? He was. Eventually he was relaxed enough and wet enough I could screw him easily, and I was punting along like a dream. He was a strong man. Not much bulk. Skinny, so his muscle was defined. Very strong. Wanting to be fucked and not ashamed to beg me to, 'Make it deep.' He wouldn't let me tell him anything. He just wanted to be on top of it and hammering down. I was a bit overwhelmed, like, who's in charge here? 'I want to share with you,' he said, edging himself insanely to slide it deeper and deeper and harder up inside. 'Make it deep.'
"He was so smooth. I remember his dark pointed nipples when I was fucking him and him folding his legs and bouncing on it and this look on his face like he was willing me to hurt him. I really got off on that. I mean it was like weeks and I hadn't held another man's naked flesh - I wasn't used to that! 'Make it deep!'
"He was lovely to touch. He had these tattoos all over his shoulders, tribal, you might say, but these were real tribal, like the real thing; authentic Arctic custom marks and symbols. Very sexy.
"I remember gripping his gorgeous tight buttocks and then his narrow waist, the way his abs contracted into a hollow arch of six-pack slabs, and forcing myself into him and him saying, 'I want you to happy please'; kissing me and really just opening himself like a super tight but also, you know, super loose, so that I could penetrate him, hilt-hitting his balls hard, mashing him and, I could tell, ripping him but also, making it cum. His long black hair came loose like a girl's, fell in my face and dropped with sweat as he worked himself up on me. And as I gave it into and went so deep and I ejaculated into him his eyes just sort of melted and emptied and then filled as he came too. All over me. And he wiped his hair out of his face, shooting his load whilst I was shooting my load into him. Filling him up. He wiped his hand off on the fur where a big dollop of cum sort of disappeared into the hair like magic. He fell forward and held my shoulders, I had my hands on his neck, and his whole body was convulsing, like mine, with a sort of post-orgasm quake that went on for some time, burying his face in me and shaking. We were both heaving for breath so much. I'll never forget. He was grinning like a cat when he lifted himself off me, his pretty hole was leaking my cum all down his legs and all over my shitty prick. When he stood up and walked he had my cum running down the insides of his legs. It was incredible. I remember thinking, That's my cum. When I stood up, the furs were all sticky and wet but he rubbed them vigorously and said, 'That's normal. It goes.' Like that. Dripping cum. And laughing.
"I tell you what, the cold never bothered me again. I never felt it once after that. Like his heat had infected me, or like ... inoculated me against it."
"Fuck," whispered Baby, his tongue on Tony's big toe and suddenly even more aware of his cock and his balls between his legs and the air touching his arsecrack, open and willling, and Tony's fat prick something like miles away, up there, beyond his knees. Out of reach.
"Keep sucking," said Tony, "that's it. Afterwards. Amaq walked me up to one of the Inukshuks - they're like these windows or gates in the landscape the locals have built, out of whatever materials lie around. Very holy. In the spring thaw they monumentally frame the landscape and stress it's sacred nature. We stood before the giant opening, absorbing the section of land and sky it cropped into a picture, and, well, I have to say, I was moved. I was genuinely moved by it. I couldn't think in clear sentences. All I could do was feel the greatness of this earth and the incomprehensible space around us, and he took my hand and squeezed it meaningfully, like, as if to say, like, 'This, is us.' "
Baby listened in silence.
"It was pretty amazing," said Tony, blinking. He looked at Baby, then continued, "Amaq fell to his knees before the Inukshuk and I knelt with him, like the whole universe was an altar and we were praying. 'I want to be your man,' he said. 'You are,' I said. And I really meant it. And then he said, 'I want to be your woman too.' Which was so hot. I was going to fuck him there and then with the Inukshuk as my witness but, well ... it wasn't practical!" Tony smiled. "But later. Oh boy. I tell you, he was alight, and so much fun to use him like that, again and again." Tony smiled again. "That's total ownership! When it's witnessed by the universe!"
Baby was so hard and hot for Tony's cock.
"It was so funny because as we were walking back from the Inukshuk, our elbows bumping each other; stumbling and kicking the rocks on the path, he was singing to himself, his black hair stuck on his face; he looked at me again and again, singing this lovely local song, really pretty - until I listened and I realised it was 'Love, Love Me Do', you know, by the Beatles! But sung in an accent. So funny.
"I could see I had made him really happy as only a man like me can make a sub happy: His face had changed; he was happy within like he wasn't before. But that's also when he started to be sad. Before the cum was even dry on the bedsheets - because we went back and fucked again, obviously, but this time on a proper bed, my bed - I had him on his back with his legs around me and as I exploded with a shot that barrelled right through him, I saw his eyes melt in that way of his, 'Thank ... you ... tTon-eey,' he said, jerking onto his chest, then he was immediately asking, he was asking me, 'Stay longtime?'
"And I said, 'No.'
"I was trying to take it slow, but he was annoying me. 'Take me with you then,' he whispered. And I said, 'No. That won't be possible.' But I stayed inside him until I was sure I had drained my sperm completely inside, and he was safe.
"It was like that."
"He loved you," said Baby.
"Yeah. I guess so," said Tony. "Pity for him."
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END OF RICK HOWMAN - PART NINE