There was no longed for visit from my handsome and solicitous first mate. I felt myself obsessing during this sexual fast. However, two nights later he appeared in my room holding a tray containing anise biscuits and a tall yellow drink.
He smiled at me. I immediately and shamelessly lowed my bed clothes and exposed my already rampant prong. He ignored the sight and placed the tray on my naked stomach. I shrugged inwardly and took one of the flavorful biscuits and followed with a large quaff of the drink.
The drink was sweet, too sweet, but there was an acidity that mitigated it. It was interesting and I found that I wanted more. I finished it greedily, the upturned glass flowing into my mouth like a baby bird drinking from the mother's beak. .
As this was going on, Jamie had gone to a corner of the room and was slowly divesting himself of his uniform. He folded it carefully unto a chair and proceeded to remove his one piece underwear. He stood completed naked for my eyes to examine him. The boy was as beautiful as a statue. His perfect body skin glowed with health. Although he was hairless on his arms and legs, his thick bush of underarm hair and the luxuriant pubic area was especially erotic by contrast.
"Peter, Peter, you're going to be my pumkin eater." The import of this nonsense rhyme was clear to me.
"I understand," I said.
He moved closer and said, "It's your turn. I have made you drunk with my attentions but I am parched with unmet sexual desire. Only you can ease this."
As he spoke, he moved closer and finally lay his prick on my lips as I lay on the bed. His penis was marvelously fashioned, a gentle arc of flesh, curving upwards, its arrow shaped head moist with dew. The dew was like a drug to me. I opened my lips and drew his hot member onto my tongue and licked it greedily.
"That's right Peter-boy, suckle it as a babe at the breast and you will be drinking my milk before you know it."
I went mad with desire. I was a pig, slurping and moaning over his flesh stick. At one moment I turned by eyes upward and was shocked to see that he was evincing a broad smile, a victorious smile, but soon that was replaced by his eyes rolling upward and his mouth pulled into a grimace as his orgasm was upon him. I wasn't prepared for the volume of his release. It poured into my mouth, as he held the back of my head firmly. It spilled down by chin and dripped unto my chest. Finally the outpouring ceased. He let out a satisfied breath and patted me rather hard on my cheek and immediately retrieved his clothes and dressed without another word to me.
I felt like a used street walker. My anger was short lived as the drink must have contained a sleeping draft. I fell into a deep sleep.
A few days later the shout came up from the deck that Jakarta was in sight. Mr. Sparrow on my right hand whispered, "There's Gosnosian's yacht, moored there."
This was more than a yacht. It was an ocean going steamer, a smaller version of an liner. Flags on the upper deck bore the same insignia as on my jacket buttons. I passed my hand over the buttons and received a shock. The buttons were smooth without the coat of arms that were on them before. The outer layer had been prepared to peel off, or the buttons had been replaced.
I reported this to Mr. Sparrow who smiled at me and stated that all will be revealed shortly.
We docked. Men came from the large ship and began to unload our cargo. First the first time I saw it. It consisted of fifty or so identical packages wrapped with brown waxed paper. I had never seen anything like that.
I began to question Mr. Sparrow. "Now Captain, do not ask so many questions. It's time for our lunch."
This was our final meal of this voyage and the young chef had surpassed his own excellence. He had purchased delicacies from provision houses on shore and we feasted on duck and pate and many elegant cakes. A bottle of wine was presented to me, it was a gift from Mr. Gosnosian, originating from his own winery.
The great surprise was that Mr, Wong was invited. He appeared to have scrubbed himself down, shaved and wore a smart, pressed uniform. I appraised him anew as a fine specimen of manhood. He congratulated me on a successful voyage and hugged me enthusiastically, kissing me on both cheeks with his full lips, leaving wet traces.
He backed away and noticed that I was swaying a bit. The wine must have been stronger than I thought. In one fell swoop he picked me up as if I were a child and carried me to my stateroom. Once inside he began to undress me. I was slipping in and out of awareness, but I heard him greet Frenchie, the Chef. Again I saw that Frenchie was naked as was Mr.Wong. I moaned as the young Chef began nibbling on my nipples. I became immediately aroused and began crying out in passion. Mr. Wong was laughing and he drew up my legs exposing my white, hairless backside.
"From Captain to bumboy today, sir. You'll enjoy the trip. Oh my, what a fine rosebud you have, virgin I expect. Luckily, though I am a big fellow, my prick is of normal size, just perfect to teach you buggery."
To my horror I welcomed the intrusion of his organ into my most private and protected place. I not only welcomed him but I felt my hole open up with greeting. He slipped in and began sawing over an organ inside me that brought waves of ecstasy shooting up and down my body. I was crying out in pleasure and finally grunting like an animal as my orgasm overcame me. I slipped into unconsciousness.
I do not know how long I lay there, sperm leaking out of my arse hole, but gradually I became aware that the giant and the cook were gone. They were replaced by Mr. Sparrow, dressed now in mufti. He was sitting on a chair near the bed, patiently awaiting my wakefulness.
"Captain, my captain, what a sight you are, but I am sure the fucking was memorable. It is now time to tell all before I leave the ship. There are now only two of us aboard, the rest have long since left."
"How will we man the vessel for the return?"
"You are nature's fool to quote Shakespeare. Do you know what our cargo was?"
I shook my head.
"It was opium. The plan was to transport it to Gosnosian's ship where it was to be converted into Heroin, now becoming a popular drug in America among certain users. This operation would make a large fortune for our mentor, especially if we could repeat our trips back and forth, but unfortunately, the Dutch got wind of the operation and have confiscated the cargo. Incidentally, here is the key you always desired."
"Did they arrest Mr. Gosnosian?"
"Oh no, he is on the high seas now. They already have a target person to arrest.?
"Who?"
"You, the Captain, the one who signed all the cargo papers and sailing schedules and wrote the log. Most important, the keeper of the key. The dummy needed for the undertaking."
He motioned toward the key.
"Well my duties to keep you dumb and happy were successful and I should confess that they were not entirely unpleasant. You are a lovely man and you suck prick well."
He left and I rose wobbly to dress. As I completed my wardrobe the door burst open and four uniformed police filled the room. They immediately confiscated the cursed key and arrested me.
My protestations of innocense to them and later in court fell on deaf ears. I was imprisoned here in Jakarta for one year. My master's papers were cancelled but I signed on to a freighter heading for New York City. Prison was harsh but I was a popular fellow with the rough men there. My popularity was also resumed on the freighter. One can find some good in bad luck.
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