3 comments/ 20592 views/ 3 favorites Thomas Ch. 01 By: Andymacdon Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction but has some basis in reality. © The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Chapter 1. The ship rolled her way across the Mediterranean Sea, the weather was pleasantly warm. We had left the Suez Canal on a warm but blustery morning. As Second Mate, I'd been on duty on the exposed after deck, supervising the handling of the heavy mooring lines. This was dirty, heavy work for the men but they were used to it and they would soon be back in the seamans' mess and getting outside a steaming mug of tea, despite the temperature. There was a new man. A young man. He'd joined us at Port Said to replace a seaman due home on leave and he attracted my eye as the gang worked. Fair haired and well built, he must've been about twenty or so. He seemed a bit lost and I realised that the other men had been together as a crew for several voyages. He was the newcomer. He stood by himself, not part of the general banter that was always exchanged between the men. He had definitely caught my interest and I hoped that our paths might cross during the voyage. But if they did I would have to be very careful, Officers were never gay, and if they were, they never, ever fancied deckhands! As Second Mate my duty was to keep the "Graveyard Watch" - at midday and midnight I climbed up to the Bridge to keep watch until 4 o'clock. Once clear of the Canal life got easier, the busy shipping lanes gave way to the open ocean and the many different ships fanned out on route to their various destinations. Now I had time to catch up on the chart corrections. Notices to Mariners, to be cut and pasted, charts to be brought up to date, Light Lists and Radio books to be amended. It was boring work but at least something to do as the ship ploughed Westwards towards Gibraltar and onwards into the Bay of Biscay, and home. Now the radar screen was almost empty of ships. Before, in the Red Sea, it had been peppered with the small blips that indicated other ships. Most, in orderly lines, steaming along the official routes, but now and then, a ferry cutting her way across the lanes. There had been many small fishing boats, slow and vulnerable, and difficult to spot on the screen but now we were almost on our own, only two other blips on the 12-mile scale. My Company always obeyed the rules. For example we always had two people on watch on the Bridge, one of the Mates together with one of the seamen to act as helmsman, if for any reason we had to disconnect the automatic steering, or to act as lookout. He would make the coffee, clean up the Bridge and chartroom area, all those sorts of tasks. To my pleasant surprise, the Bosun had assigned the new seaman to my watch. "Good Morning, sir" he said, as I entered the bridge. He had a strong accent, which I couldn't place. "Good Morning . . . ." "Thomas" he supplied. "Yes, well, Thomas. You've only recently joined the ship, haven't you?" "Yes sir. In ze last port." He looked shy and didn't say anything more, he just went to the cleaning locker and got out a brush. He started to sweep the deck and I went over to the chart table to make a start on some corrections. However, I was distracted, my concentration was not so much on the paperwork as on Thomas's very desirable young body.. In the warm weather he wore just a thin, plain white cotton tee-shirt and well-worn blue jeans. His clothes were well fitting and tight on his very well proportioned young body. He was a very well built and extremely handsome youngster. Strong shoulders, well developed chest above a narrow waist and long, strong looking legs. As he bent over to lift the waste bin I caught a look at his perfect young bottom, firm, sexy and extremely provocative. Thomas looked round and I hastily opened a List of Lights book. "Please, I go to empty the bin?" he asked. "Yep. Oh and tell the Bosun I'd like to see him some time during this Watch." He left the Bridge and I adjusted my cock in my white uniform trousers. Yes, I was gay. But nobody on board, nobody in the Company knew it and I wanted things to stay that way. I would have to be very, very careful. * * * * * * * * * * * * The ship was rolling her way across the Mediterranean Sea and, the weather was warm. We had left The Suez Canal on a windy morning. It was fortunate for me to have got a job as a seaman on board of the English ship. Now, with the European community such things were possible. I come from North Germany. In my country, we are surprised that work is not so easy to get. I trained as Officer at a sea school in Bremerhaven but it was not possible to find a job. I come to England and now I am deckhand in this ship, going through Suez Canal and on the way to England. It is very hot and I am working with the team on the back part of the ship. We have to pull in the heavy ropes that have been holding the ship to the quay. It is hard for me in this ship. All the guys have been together for some months and they very much do not talk with me. I am new. Also I come from Germany. The 2nd Mate is in charge. He is a very handsome man. I like to look at him. He has a very certain way, an officer way, which is a way that I admire. I think I like to get to know him. In the first days when we sailed, I was working in the daytime with the Bosun. I did not like him and I think he did not like me. I had to chip the old paints and put on some new paint. One day, I had to go into a part of the ship called the Coffer Dam and I had to clean in there. I had each day different, not so good jobs. So I was very happy when the Bosun said to me, "Yes, well lad, what's your name again?" "I am Thomas, Bosun." "OK, Thomas, Jason is sick, so you'll now keep the Graveyard Watch, starting at Midnight tonight." "Bitte?" "Not Bitte, speak English damn you." "But I do not understand this Graveyard." "Oh - the Middle Watch. Twelve till Four. Day and night. You just catch up on your sleep when you can." This did not worry me. I was just glad to have a proper seaman job and to be on the Bridge. I would learn some more about being a sailor and some of the duties of an officer. At fifteen minutes to twelve on the first evening in my new job, I went to the Bridge for my watch. Always there are two persons on the Bridge when our ship is at sea. When I was there, by the wheel, the 2nd Mate came in, he was the officer for the same watch as me and I was very happy because he is very handsome and I think he is a nice man, it would be very nice to be working on the same watch with this man. "Good Evening, sir" I said, as he came into the Bridge "Good Evening . . . ." "Thomas" I told him. "Yes, well, Thomas. You have only recently joined the ship, haven't you?" "Yes sir. In Port Said." I was a little frightened of this officer and did not say anything else. The deck was not so clean from the last watch so I went to the cleaning locker and got out a brush. I started to sweep the deck. The officer went over to the chart table, and made some work there. However, I was looking at him as I worked with the brush and I was not so much thinking of the cleaning as of the Officer. Maybe he was only about three years older then me. He was wearing his officer uniform and he was very correct and very smart. He had a very clean white shirt, with short sleeves and his arms were very brown and very strong. He had the gold officer's badges on his shoulders. His shirt was open at the front and I could see that he had some thick, manly hair on his chest. He also was wearing thin white trousers which fitted quite tight, they showed he had a small waist, with no "beer belly" as the English say. He had a nice small waist. I looked quickly below, his white trousers were so very tight and I could see that the front of his trousers were very well filled. Then he turned and leant across the chart table. As I swept with my brush towards that side of the bridge I was looking at the back of the officer. I stared with a great interest at his back. His long back, his long, well muscled legs but also at his strong buttocks. They looked so good, in the tight white uniform trousers. So strong. So much male. I too could see the lines of his underwear through the thin material of the trousers made with cotton. My cock started to grow inside my own underpants. You understand that I do not like women so much. I like men, strong men who look good and know about the world. Men like this so sexy officer. I should have to be very, very careful! * * * * * * * * * * * * Seaman Thomas came back into the Bridge. "Sir, the Bosun I have told and soon he comes." he said. "Yes, very well. Thank you", I replied. I went back to the chart table to continue with my corrections while the watch went on without incident, an hour passed and Thomas worked around the Bridge, tidying things up. Already, I thought, he seemed a good lad. Able to see what needed to be done without having to be told. At one point I glanced up. He was standing in front of the radar, peering at the display. His legs were apart to steady himself against the roll of the ship and I was able to gaze at his bum. Oh yes! It was what I always thought of as a cheeky bum. Pert, tight buns filling out the thin, well worn blue denim of his jeans. Often, too, when he was sitting in the seat by the wheel, one of his legs would be jumping, a habit that I always attributed to a sexy young man. Oh God, this was one very sexy sailor boy. And to think that we would be sharing eight hours in twenty-four together on the Bridge for a long time to come. But watch it, Andy. He's sure to have at least one girl friend. A sexy handsome lad like that. By now I'd discovered that in addition to the young handsome, almost pretty face, topped with longish blond hair, Thomas had very light blue eyes. The sort of eyes that gazed directly into yours, when you talked to him. The more I watched him, the more I began to desire him. "You want that I should get you some coffee, sir?" I jumped. His words cut through my thoughts. I felt almost guilty that this Billy Budd of a sailor might be able to see what I had been thinking. "What? Oh yes, coffee. Yea, great." "How are you drinking the coffee, sir?" Thomas enquired. "NATO standard." I grunted. "Bit . . . Please?" Thomas looked puzzled. "Yes, NATO standard. That means milk and sugar. One sugar." I replied. Thomas grinned and my heart (and my cock) lurched. Thomas went off to the small pantry behind the bridge and I watched his delectable arse as he rolled his way across the deck. He was soon back with the mugs of coffee. "There was no cup with saucer." he said offering me one of the mugs. "Nope. We always use mugs on the Bridge. And so, Sailor Thomas, where are you from, with that funny accent?" "I am coming from Germany, sir. From the northern part of Germany where I was making sea-school. But it was not possible for me to find any sea jobs." "Well, you're a lucky lad to've got a job with this Company," I told him. "Yes sir", he answered, "and now I am happy that I am on the watch with you." "Oh?", I answered, "and why might that be?" Thomas blushed, deep red. Suddenly he looked even younger, more innocent - and oh so desirable. "Because now I can make sea knowledge, which is my profession. I want one day to be officer at sea." "Well, well, well," I replied, "we'll have to see what we can do about that." I gave him a friendly grin (not too friendly, I hoped) and wandered over to the Starboard window. I had a good look for any ships that might have right of way over us. This, I hoped, covered any hint that I was finding this Thomas a very interesting young man. It also covered more than a hint of the slowly increasing bulge in the front of my tight uniform trousers, caused by our conversation. This was one highly sexy and desirable sailor. * * * * * * * * * * * * I came back to the Bridge. "Sir, the Bosun I have told and soon he comes." I said to the officer. "Yes, very well. Thank you", he replied. As the watch continued, I worked around the Bridge, cleaning and tidying things up. These British people were not so clean at their work as we in Germany would be. At one time I was standing in front of the radar, looking at the display. I was thinking that it might be that the officer should want to look at me so I was standing with my legs apart to steady myself against the roll of the ship. But also to show off my sturdy backside. I think that maybe my bum is quite sexy. I thought to myself, Oh, it would be so good if this strong handsome officer could be a little bit interested in me. I know that I am wearing thin, blue jeans which I have washed many times and which would show off my bottom very well, in case anyone should be interested to look at it. I think that for the right strong man, I am a very sexy sailor boy. Also now a lucky sailor who had the good fortune to be sharing eight hours a day together on the Bridge with this so sexy officer. And once or twice I think that he maybe was looking at me in a certain way. But maybe this is not true. maybe I think that, only because that would be so very nice for me. So much what I want. I never have had a girl friend, by now I know that it was men that I like quite a lot. Strong men who can make strong thoughts and actions. Strong men like this officer, the more I watched him, the more I began to feel sexy for him. "You want that I should get you some coffee, sir." I asked of him. He jumped. He had been thinking, of what, I wondered. "What? Oh yes, coffee. Yea, great." "How are you drinking the coffee, sir?" I enquired. He said not so clearly something about NATO. How could this be connected with coffee. "Bit . . . Please?" I asked him, puzzled and remembering that the Bosun had been not so pleased when I spoke words of German. "Yes, NATO standard. That means milk and sugar. One sugar." he replied. I grinned at him. Now I was understanding. This was an English joke. My heart (and my cock) lurched as I went off to the small pantry behind the bridge and I thought of this strong man that I was wanting to know so much better. I came back with the mugs of coffee. I was worried because there was no cup with saucer. Then officer told to me, "Nope. We always use mugs on the Bridge. And so, Sailor Thomas, where are you from, with that funny accent?" "I am coming from Germany, sir. From the northern part of Germany where I was making sea-school. But it was not possible for me to find any sea jobs." "Well, you're a lucky lad to've got a job with this Company," he told me. "Yes sir", I answered, "and now I am happy that I am on the watch with you." "Oh?", he asked of me, "and why might that be?" I was sure that I blushed. This young ship officer was so strong and sexy and confident. "Because now I can make sea knowledge, which is my profession. I want one day to be officer at sea." "Well, well, well," he replied, "we'll have to see what we can do about that." He gave me a friendly grin and wandered over to the window. I thought that I could notice a slowly increasing bulge in the front of his tight uniform trousers, but, again, this was probably only because that was what I wanted to see. He was a most sexy and exciting officer. I wanted so much to be his friend - and perhaps, more. * * * * * * * * * * * * Eventually 4 o'clock came. 0400 and time to hand over the watch and nothing particularly interesting to tell the on-coming watch-keeper. Thankfully I dismissed my new watchman, went off the bridge and wandered down the alleyway to my cabin. And sleep. And a very sex-charged dream about a young, blond and very sexy German sailor-boy. I got up for breakfast and then tried to read a book. Without much success because my thoughts were still dominated by the good-looking young guy who, for the time being, would be sharing the lonely hours on the bridge with me. I didn't bother about lunch. It is very easy to eat far too much in a ship where good food appears regularly, three times a day without you having to lift a finger to prepare it - or to clean the dishes afterwards. Soon it was a quarter to twelve, time to make my way to the bridge and the midday to four watch. But there was a big difference about this particular watch and it came in the form of a long-legged, tall, blond and blue-eyed young German sailor-boy! He was already there when I arrived. I nodded curtly to him and proceeded to take over from the previous mate. Once I had the watch I went over for a close look at the radar. Nothing to worry us. No ships which had right of way over us then over to the chart table and soon I was engrossed in Notices to Mariners, one of my main responsibilities. I tried hard to keep my mind, and my eyes, off Thomas. I must be careful. At one point he stood near me and I caught his young-man scent. Clean, a slightly soapy smell and just a hint of that indefinable musky man-odour that I so loved. I looked up, he was staring down at me, "You wish for some coffee, sir?" he asked. "No thanks. Not yet. It's a bit hot for coffee just now." I answered. He walked away to the other side of the bridge and I was able to look, undetected and uninterrupted at that gorgeous young body. Yes, his pert butt was just as sexy as I'd fantasised it, for all those hours. I blushed as I remembered the morning's dream and the exciting liberties I'd taken with that same bum. Watch it! I ordered myself. Just be careful. Forget it, its off limits as the Americans would say. I turned back to my work, alternating between chart corrections and the radar watch throughout the rest of the four hours, ignoring Thomas and burying myself in ship's work. Soon it was 4.00pm and time to hand over. As soon as I was free of the watch, I walked off the bridge and went to my cabin. That was it. It was much the safest thing to ignore this exciting young man. God knows what trouble I might get into if I allowed myself to express the natural friendliness, let alone any hint of sexual overtones which were my real feelings for this young man. We steamed Westwards down the Mediterranean, through the Gibraltar Straits and out into the Atlantic Ocean. Northwards now, past the Iberian Peninsular and started across the Bay of Biscay. At this stage the weather was still hot and sunny and off watch we all wore a minimum of clothing. One afternoon at the end of the watch, I'd wandered onto the fo'c'sle head for a bit of exercise and a general look round. A short walk I was in the habit of taking at that time. Suddenly, hidden behind a ventilator shaft, I'd come across Thomas, lying on his stomach on a towel, sunbathing. I had been walking quietly and he obviously hadn't heard my approach, I stood transfixed. That gorgeously sexy long-legged and slender young body, spread out defenceless and vulnerable with the twin, sun-browned mounds of his buttocks displayed so pertly. My cock sprang up into instant, throbbing hardness at the sight of this sexy young sailor, naked and innocent. Available - but only to my gaze. He must have sensed my presence because he raised his head, looked round at me and smiled. He started to roll onto his side and I longed to stay, my gaze riveted onto his sexy body, about to learn exactly what he had between his long brown legs, to look with lust at his private parts, his crotch about which I had fantasised for several days now. Was his cock large or small, thick or thin, more important, cut or uncut. Uncut I hoped, with a long, tightish foreskin, from which the head of his prick would just peep shyly out at the world, waiting to be coaxed out into the open air by an eager lover. Thomas Ch. 01 His name is Thomas, not Tommy or Tom but Thomas. He was never allowed out to play with the other kids, has never seen another kid, and has never been to school or to church. Never has he been outside the mansion. There is no need; the mansion has a library on the scale of any large university. Only, he cannot read and can only look at the books that have pictures. It was for his own good they felt, not to educate him. How better to control him. Besides, even if he wanted to go out, which he does not, there is no one around for miles in every direction. Their closest neighbor is fifteen miles away and they don't own a car nor have a license to drive. The estate encompasses hundreds of acres and is surrounded by an iron gate too tall to scale. There is only one road in and out, the mountain road and it is as steep as it is treacherous and in dire need of repair. The gate is opened remotely. It is the perfect hideaway for someone who wants to hideaway. Anyone approaching could be seen from the upstairs suite of tower rooms from a great distance away. Yet, no one came unless summoned to deliver needed supplies. The distance of their hideaway from the endless road kept away the curious. With all the overgrown shrubbery swallowing the grounds, the forest reclaimed the land all around the mansion years ago, but for the main road that was now in need of repair, too. Few knew a house was even back there and those who knew about the mansion did not know that it was still inhabited. Why would they? No one dared venture that far into the woods. There was no need and rumors abounded that the woods were haunted by ghostly ghouls and scary spirits. Besides, the road was on private property clearly marked with signage everywhere. "No trespassing. Poachers will be shot." In all his twenty-five years on the planet, Thomas has never been past the front door and has never been outside. He has never seen the sun, the stars, and the moon, but for whatever glimpses he can catch of them from the interior outside courtyard of the mansion. They keep the doors locked and hide the keys and, with the shutters closed and the heavy drapes drawn, not even sunlight gets inside. Really, there is no need for him to leave the mansion, now, that they are self-sufficient and have been for so many years. They grow their own vegetables and have a deep well with clean water all of which is contained within the interior outside courtyard of the mansion. Thomas has everything that he could want and he wants for nothing. Because there is no television, radio, Internet, newspapers, magazines, or mail, there is nothing to make him want anything outside the four walls of the mansion. His world is everything that is within the house. He's happy because he doesn't know any better. There are three of them, Irene, Maureen, and Kathleen striking examples of descendants from the Emerald Isle. Red haired, fair skinned, and freckled with blue eyes ablaze that color their faces like the blue sea colors the earth, as seen from outer space. They are sisters. Only, they are as crazy as they are beautiful. Before they were born, their father, along with his six brothers, migrated here from Ireland so long ago to make it big in America and they had. It was prohibition. It was the roaring twenties with booze, broads, and gambling making them rich. Before income taxes, there was plenty of money everywhere until the crash of the stock market heralded the deafening sound of poverty and despair and the end to their unlimited money machine. Only, Thomas O'Riley had already accumulated vast wealth, he had as much money as did George Vanderbilt, Andrew Carnegie, and John Rockefeller, only without the overhead. He only had this one house after all and lived alone with his daughters and without servants. He was rich beyond his wildest imaginings and he left everything to them, his three crazy daughters who were his sole survivors. They told Thomas that they were his aunts, but they were not. Besides, illiterate and uneducated, he is unsure what an aunt is, anyway. Like Thomas, no one knew that Irene, Maureen, and Kathleen existed. Every day, they wore a different dress. There are several hundred dresses from which to choose. Their father stocked the house with everything needed before he passed and before he passed he put the fear in them, too. Their father told his daughters that strangers murdered their mother and that they were outside looking to murder them, too. Never are they allowed outside the house. Never are they allowed to open the door, open the shutters, draw the draperies or to open a window. Yet, he assured them over and again, so long as they stayed in the house, and only went down to retrieve the supplies together and to take the gun, they would be okay. He was crazy, too. When they were born, he gave them more than wealth, their inheritance included lunacy, too. It was a bittersweet inheritance to be so wealthy and, yet, so nuts. To be continued... Thomas Ch. 02 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction but has some basis in reality. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. I came off watch today most excited. I had good conversations with my officer, Andy. I told him about Wayne and this made me to feel much better. Always it is good to talk with somebody if you have problems. Now if I am having problem with Wayne I will tell him "Fuck off". But the best news is that Andy has said that I may stay with him at his apartment in London. Oh it is difficult for me to wait. Such a thing will be so good. I still think that maybe he likes me in a special way but that it is not possible for him to show it to me. I will like to see where he lives and to help him to make a nice place. I will work very hard and I will try very much to please him - in all ways. * * * * * * * * * * * * The ship steamed on past Ushant and into the English Channel, then through the shipping lanes and so to the Dover Straits where lines of ships trundled Eastwards and Westwards passing the narrow passage between England and France. The river Thames grew nearer and nearer. Now we picked up the Estuary pilot and then the Docking Pilot, then at last we were at Tilbury and those who were due for leave were free. Free. FREE. I had already packed my gear and quickly changed into smart shore-going rig, I grabbed my bags and set off for the gangway. On our last watch together, I'd agreed with Thomas that it would be best if we travelled independently to London and meet up at Liverpool Street station. As I walked down the gangway, I could see him standing with a group of other crew members who were also starting their leave, he looked a bit lost and flustered but I couldn't do anything to help him at the moment. The little boy lost look and the baggy jeans and shirt that he was wearing made him look vulnerable and oh so sexy. My cock gave a stiffening jerk as I thought of him sharing the privacy of my flat in just a few hours. After so long, there was such a short time to wait, soon I would know, find out whether he could be mine. To have, to hold, to smell, to lick, to love - to make long slow, passionate love, to fuuuuuucccckkkkk. Oh how I longed to get into young Thomas's jeans and to find out what was inside his German sailor-boy underpants. To possess, to protect and yet to ravish and claim as mine. How would he react to that? I had ordered a taxi and bundled my gear in and set off for the station; the train journey to central London was quite short and on arrival the group from the ship all parted company with cheery waves and wishes for a good leave. I wandered over to the telephones and pretended to make a 'phone call; as I stood there Thomas came up and stood near me. I glanced around and saw that all the other crew members had hurriedly dispersed, most of them down into the Underground station so I grinned at Thomas and indicated that he should follow me. Then I walked over to the taxi rank and joined the short queue there. In no time, we were at the front of the queue and able to grab the next cab that came in, I glanced all round but there was absolutely no one I knew in sight. With a big grin I dumped my bags inside the taxi and indicated to Thomas to do the same. "In you go," I said to him. He shoved in his bags and climbed in after them, flopping down on the seat. I climbed in beside him and we were off. "Rotherhithe, please cabby. Through the tunnel and along Rotherhithe Road. I'll tell you when we get there." I settled into the taxi seat and glanced at Thomas. His face was a picture of eager excitement, he caught my glance and wriggled happily but didn't say anything. I caught his smell, he was hot and sweaty but it was an aphrodisiac to me. I love the scent of a hot, virile young male. I caught a whiff of his under-arm sweat, it made me as randy and as horny as hell. I pointed out the Tower of London as we went over Tower Bridge, both of these obviously interested him, then South of the river and we soon arrived outside the flats. I paid the driver and we unloaded our gear, and in a moment we were inside the flat. I paused just inside the door to look around. Everything seemed just as I'd left it before going off to join the ship at the start of the voyage. Basically tidy but, as I'd said, quite a lot to do to get it looking really nice. I looked across at Thomas, standing just inside the door surrounded by our gear. Now he had that rather lost look again, slightly nervous and very vulnerable. I could'nt bear it any longer, all those long months of working together, of being so close on the Bridge, alone together but kept apart by fear and discipline. I acted purely on impulse, I walked slowly towards him, gazing deep into his eyes, he looked so serious, so vulnerable, so in need of assurance and protection. We stared at each other, suddenly Thomas darted forward and our lips met and we kissed. Lip to lip at first, but he forced our bodies together, then Thomas's lips parted and I felt and tasted the warmth of his mouth. I smelt the young maleness of his body. We pressed urgently into each other, our arms encircled our bodies, our tongues duelled in our joined mouths and Thomas gave a deep, deep sigh, almost a groan of pleasure. I too sighed, with love and relief. It was all right, he'd made the first move, he'd rushed forward to kiss me. He loved me as much as I loved him. We remained locked together in a kiss of increasing passion. Our bodies grinding and humping together, our mouths glued one to another. Then I broke away from the passionate kiss and nuzzled into Thomas neck; again breathing in the intoxicating odour of this wonderful young man. He rubbed himself against me and I could feel his cock, ramrod hard, as it ground into my crotch. After what seemed to be an age, a wonderful, lustful, sexual age, I broke away from him. He gazed at me and a look of fear crossed his handsome features. I could see that he was terrified at the urgent lead he had taken. "Oh Thomas, don't look so worried. I have wanted to do that for such a long time. It has been so difficult keeping my feelings for you hidden for so long." His look of relief and of love made my heart jump and in an instant we were locked together again in a second passion-filled kiss. This time Thomas broke away from me and then I felt his fingers fumbling as he tried to pull down the zip of my wind-cheater jacket. Slowly he opened it and pulled it off my shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor. He put his face onto my chest and rubbed his nose backwards and forwards, I could feel him rubbing across my nipples which stiffened at his touch. He nosed in under my arm, obviously breathing in the sweat-scents, he worked his face from side to side, then upwards and downwards, from time to time glancing up into my eyes, checking to make sure that I was all right with what he was doing. My eyes must have told him the answer to his unspoken question and his face slid further down, across my stomach until he arrived at the front of my thin cotton slacks. Now he was nuzzling into my groin, rubbing his handsome face into my most intimate and private places. He was breathing in my male essence and from the sounds of appreciation from deep within his throat, he was getting the greatest pleasure from it. Thomas rubbed his face back and forth across my crotch and unable to help myself, I thrust myhips forward so that my rock-hard cock rubbed urgently into the probing, searching face. Thomas's hand snaked round and palmed my buttocks, forcing my manhood even closer and making my cock jolt with pleasure. Since the time I first met this slim, sexy, young stud, the anticipation of what was now, at last, happening, had been awesome. I put my arms under his and pulled him upright again then I squeezed him hard as I looked into his shy eyes. I was so lucky to have such a sexy young sailor-boy here, with me in my flat. Thomas trembled in my arms, he was nervous, sure, but I could tell he was excited too. We shared a smile, yet not a sentence was spoken as I grasped his wrist and silently lead him into the well lit sitting room where I could better see the sheen of his sandy blonde hair, smooth facial skin, T-Shirt, and baggy jeans which hinted at what I already knew was a firm young arse. I couldn't stop now. My sexual excitement was frantic. I spun him around positioning him with his arms and legs spreadeagled, police search style against the wall. As I lifted each foot up I swiftly removed his sneakers and socks. I slowly slid my hands upward over the front surface of his slacks hesitating only slightly when my palms reached his hot, hard throbbing manhood and I sought to estimate the size of the shaft that was swelling inside. Next I slipped my eager hands under his shirt as I raised it over his head and shoulders, he wriggled and helped me in removing it. I was shivering from the excitement of stripping such a gorgeous example of young manhood. Now the shape of his bum was beter defined. Plump, fuckable with the material of his jeans stretched more tightly across his seat. TMy fingers did an eager search for the buckle of the belt supporting his soon to be discarded jeans. I swiftly slid the belt from the buckle and unzipped him allowing them to slide down to the floor. I stepped back for a moment to survey my studly prize. Strong firm legs, dusted with soft blond hair and his bum, Oh that BUM, hidden only by the thin, tight seat of his cotton underpants. As I knelt down to cast his jeans aside, I placed my hands between his thighs to spread his legs, and shifted my gaze upward to again torture myself with the sight of that shapely, arse. I just had to brush my face across the plump contents of his briefs, breathing a stronger scent of maleness. I longed to really rub my nose into the crack but hesitated at this stage. I knew what I so desperately wanted to do, but I loved this boy and did not know what might shock him and be distasteful to him. As I slowly arose, I slid my hands sensuously upward inside his legs. My left hand moved on upwards stimulating the smooth muscles of his back while my right hand stopped at the spot where his briefs were obscenely stretched by the mass of the manhood that was imprisoned inside. I grasped the swelling only for a sensuous second or so as my hand retreated to join the other in a gentle massage of his spine. I sensed the slackening of his arse muscles then I sensously slid the back of the briefs down exposing the tanned skin of his exquisite, enticing buns. My heart was racing as I kneaded, fondled, kissed and sucked those cheeks with my hands and mouth. I would have persisted if I hadn't been interrupted by his sighs and my anticipation of what lay ahead. I put my hands on his waist and I slowly turned him round to face me and looked him squarely in the eyes. Our eyes and smiles met as I pushed his shoulders firmly against the wall. Our eyes never parted as I lightly fingered his shoulders, then his face, then sternum to the solar plexus until ending at his stomach. When he was completely relaxed, my fingers slowly probed southward just entering the waistband of his briefs, the last obstacle to his total nakedness. His eyes told me he was ready to surrender so I slowly settled to my knees as I licked my way from his nipples to his navel. We were both quivering in anticipation as, for the first time, I took a long look at the true scope of the bulge in his underpants which ended in a small damp patch. My own cock was rigid in my own slacks as I inserted my fingers further into his underpants until I brushed across the first pubic hairs. I quickly glanced upward into his eyes as I began to slowly slip down his underwear. He eyes spoke in surrender knowing that in seconds I would be casting my eyes upon his rampant penis. My groin was sizzling as, inch by inch, I slowly stripped away the thin cotton separating his secrets from my eager eyes. That patch of soft pubic hair signalled the unveiling of his privacy. What was revealed was a sensuous, subtle swelling beneath the supple skin of his cock. I felt a shiver up my spine. Now I was staring at, and smelling the special odour of as amwesome a closeup uncut cock as I had ever seen. My cock and entire body throbbed at the sight. My hopes had just been fulfilled. I scrutinised every square inch of this 6 inch tumescant shaft covered at the end by the most supple looking sample of skin I had ever seen. It curtained the glans in artful abandon, with just a small tip of the head shyly peeking out from within. The soft scrotal sack of smooth hairless skin, holding his treasured spheres, hung low between his muscular thighs. Although I was overcome by the sight before me, I slowly placed my hand under the sack to hoist Thomas's young balls, then I tried to run a finger of that hand into his arse trench, but I could not insert the finger and hold those balls comfortably at the same time. I watched studiously as his supple foreskin began to slowly slide back exposing, bit by bit, a shiny smooth cockhead like I had never witnessed. As his cock continued to engorge, the foreskin retracted suddenly as it dropped behind the rim of the glans. Now his weapon had turned into six inches of shaft hardened steel. I lost all restraint and began to stroke the splendid shaft vigorously adding another half inch. Now I was smelling the full odour of this very aroused young man's groin. The unique man-musk, sweat, musk, sex. I couldn't keep my mouth off this beautiful piece of maleness for a moment longer and I sucked passionately until I coaxed even more rigidity into the six and a half inches. I was in a frenzy as the finger that I had been sliding up and down between his plump arse cheeks now eased slowly up through the tight ring of muscle into the hotness of his anus and felt for his prostrate, while I enthusiastically sucked his stunning cock. I could feel by the internal pressures and spasms building up in his sphincter that he would explode in a moment so I stopped, withdrew my mouth from his cock and squeezed his shaft between two of my fingers just above his balls. His tension relaxed and the explosion was delayed. I plunged my mouth eagerly onto his shaft again and repeated the same thing at least four times. The ejaculation delaying technique was building up pressure and he his urgent sighs and groans were a begging for me to let him gush forth. Finally I couldn't wait any longer as I wanted to let the groaning, writhing Thomas cum and to watch his cock spurt out its love juices. I sucked more vigorously than ever. Squeezed his balls and stimulated his anus. I could sense him building the final pressure I wanted. His moans were unrestrained. He was thrusting his sword wildly into my mouth. His back arched, he gasped, and I could feel its imminent explosion. I released his uncut cock from my mouth with a final lip-smacking suck so strong that the foreskin pulled forward. I grasped his pre-cum and saliva soaked shaft in my eager hand and stroked it lightly but vigorously. I took my eyes away from the beautiful cock only momentarily, and for the first time saw him in complete surrender. Groaning, thrusting, sweating, - he was in my complete control while his beautiful cock had complete control over me as well. Now he shouted in ecstasy as I simultaneously felt his whole body tremble and internal muscles spasmed violently and forcefully surged his cock tube, jetting the hot, sticky semen on its journey. A staccato stream of hot semen jetted forth past the foreskin of his steel hard shaft. It soared skyward past his sweat covered stomach, sternum, and shoulders and soaked the wall behind him. I stroked and stroked, stunned, as the seemingly endless spurting persisted. His knees buckled as his shuddering body, now covered by slippery streams of his seed, slowly slid downward. As he slumped to the floor, the seminal explosions subsided to a mere trickle of juice seeping from the now enfolding shield of the protective foreskin. He lay there naked and vulnerable, as I stood above him observing his every inch, admiring his beautiful body and cock with its special shield. He looked up at me, panting but with love and complete servitude in his eyes as I relinquished control. Now I really knew that he was mine. In a completely voluntary fashion he was mine, my slave, my worshipper. I was his hero. * * * * * * * * * * * * At last we came to Tilbury and those who were for leave were free. Free. FREE. I had got ready my clotheses and my possessions some days too early because I was so excited to get to London. Now the ship was stopped at the dock and we had finished with the heavy, dirty mooring wires. All was finished on the aft deack and the Bosun said that we could dismiss. So I am going to my cabin and quickly I changed into the clotheses to go ashore in. After the time at sea my jeans that I had bought were a little bit smaller and I had to struggle to fit them to my stomach. But I did not mind so much, they were of thin cotton and I am thinking that they would make me look sexy. Wayne was laughing at me. "Where are you going for your leave then, pretty-boy?" he asked me. "Got some twinky friend to shag the arse of you for ten days?" Not pretty-boy but strong, handsome man, so safe, powerful and friendly that I love so much, I wanted to tell him. At last I was taking my luggage and walking for the gangway. On our last watch together, Mr Macdonald had arranged that we should go not together to the middle of London and then we would meet at the high train station. As I came down the gangway, I was standing with some other crew who were getting ready for the journey into London. I did not know where to go and so I would go with them, I was glad that the officer had said that I should not go with him, it would have made a difficulty. But I was a little bit confused, suddenly to be off the ship and to not know quite what I was doing. I could see my officer also getting ready to leave the ship. I was to go to his house, to be alone with him and my manhood gave a stiffening jerk as I thought of us sharing his apartment and I so hoped - his bed, just with the two of us in only a few hours. After so long, there was such a short time to wait, soon I would know. Know whether we were to be intimate friends. To be able to make wonderful love, for him to penetrate me. Oh how I was longing for Andy to feel my body, to know if he loved me as much as I wanted to love him. To know his body, his arms, his chest, his stomach, his private, secret places. That they could be mine to touch, to smell, to lick, to suck. I so wanted to give private, intimate pleasure to my officer. That would also for me give the greatest pleasure. To be in such a loving relationship with my hero that I would feel able to touch any intimate part of his body. Also to have the intimate, private parts of his body to touch and feel me. To penetrate me, to make me HIS. How would he react to that? Some of the other sailors had a taxi. "Where're you going, Fritz?" they asked of me, "into London. Wanna ride with us?" "Yes, that would be good for me." I answered. Then I crammed myself into the taxi with all of the other sailors, with our luggage on top of ourselves we just managed all to get in. Our train then soon arrived at one of the Mainstations for London and we all said Goodbye as we went many ways for onward journeys to our homes or to our leave addresses. Suddenly I was alone and I looked around, what should I do now? What now would happen. Oh! but there was Andy making a telephone call. I looked but all the other sailors had moved away from the station, it was OK to walk across to join with Andy. He smiled widely at me and made a sign that I should follow him, I did this and we went again to a taxi. Thomas Ch. 02 They put the fear in Thomas early, when he was young. They told him that his mother, their sister, was murdered by strangers and that it was not safe to leave the house, ever. They told him that the strangers were outside and were looking for him and would do the same to him that they had done to his mother should he ever venture out of the house. Only, his mother is still in the house. She's buried in the basement beneath the concrete where their father installed the new oil furnace. Thomas's mother was not their sister, but a stranger whose car broke down outside the gate and when they saw she was pregnant, they invited her in with the supplies that were at the front gate when they went down to retrieve them. They invited her to stay and treated her like a sister. Irene, Maureen, and Kathleen even helped deliver her baby, the boy they named Thomas claiming him as their nephew after they suffocated her with a pillow and buried her in the cellar. They had to kill her, their father told them that she was one of ones looking to murder them and that it was all just a trick to get inside the house and kill them as they slept. They believed him, of course. Why wouldn't they? They were just as crazy as was he. They named him Thomas after their father, the only other man the three sisters had ever known intimately. He was a horrible man. He had incestuous sex with all three of his daughters. Yet, they did not know any better, as this is the only life that they have ever known, too. What a world. What a way of life for them, so tragically unfair for three beautiful women to be so lost and out of touch with reality. Their father lost his mind when his wife died delivering the last of her babies. The doctor was summoned along with the midwife, but they were killed along the way when a bolt of lightning spooked their horse and their carriage was thrown from the mountain road. Their bodies were never recovered. Their father, Thomas, was left to his own devices to deliver his babies, triplets. Nearly out of his mind then with grief for his dead wife, the love of his life, and with worry for their babies, he cared for his three young daughters, as best as he could. Only, the more they matured, the more he slipped away into insanity and into a world of his own. When they grew into beautiful women, their charms were too difficult for a crazy, lonely, old man to resist. He bought them dresses, hundreds upon hundreds of dresses and had them fashion the dresses for him, changing and unchanging as he leered at their young, naked 18-year-old bodies. They all looked so much like their mother, Arlene that he thought for sure that they were his wife reincarnated times three. As was the custom of men back then, he deflowered them, used them, and abused them, until they too slipped away into an unstable mind that was twisted and deformed by years of incestuous sex and endless solitude. He thought he was being a good husband and not a horrible father. What did he know, he was crazy. He bolted the doors and did not allow anyone in or anyone out. He was the youngest and the last of seven brothers who had made their money off the backs of the poor when the country was young and before income taxes. He outlived them all. None of them lived very long, anyway. All died tragically by accident, of course, suspiciously, you could make a case if you had a mind to do that. He was the only surviving brother after all. Only, the death of each of his beloved brothers created a deep wound of despair, depression, and loss. Then, again, it was a violent time with more unsolved murders than solved murders. Back then, there were no forensics scientists and crime labs, it was all circumstantial and supposition. Guilty or not guilty was only black and white and never shades of gray. His brothers all had a will, of course, and one by one, they left him everything. He never knew what it was to work for money, never had to worry about money, everything was delivered to the estate and left at the doorstep including the good fortune of his inheritances. Over the years, all he had to do was to wait for the driver to leave before opening the gate to bring his supplies inside. He telephoned his banker the next day to withdraw the cash needed to pay for what he had ordered. Everyone was paid. Everyone was happy. No one wanted to rock the boat. So long as there was someone at the house to accept the supplies and telephone the banker to pay the bill, no one cared any more about him or his crazy family. Besides, no one even knew who or how many lived in the mansion. They never saw anyone emerge. They figured they were all crazy and they were right. Yet, back then, it was none of their business how a man raised his family and how a father raised his daughters. Besides, they thought he lived alone, until his daughters were the ones calling to order the supplies and arranging the payment of the bill. To be continued... Thomas Ch. 03 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction but has some basis in reality. © The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. * I got up onto my feet. Also I pulled up my underpants and my trousers. I came close again to Andy and I kissed him on his mouth to show my gratitude. At the same time I rubbed my hand in the front of his trousers. There I found his hard cock, it felt quite big. It was so very hard in his trousers. But he said to me, "Wow, Thomas, you're certainly one hot, horny young sailor-boy. You must've cum a gallon of spunk. Look at that mess on the wall. I know we plan to do some decoration but I hadn't intended to start so soon." Then he added "let's have a look around, shall we?" He took me by the hand and led me out of the room and into the kitchen. It was small but very neat, like the kitchen on a small boat. Then he showed me a bathroom, the guest bathroom he said it was. And it was for me! Then he led me into a small bedroom, I thought also that this might be for me, but not. Now he led me into a larger bedroom which opening from it another bathroom was. "This is our room." he said to me. I very much liked to see Andy's apartment but I was still feeling very horny. Although I had just had a huge orgasm and spunked a great load of semen, I was still feeling sexy and I did not think that Andy yet had cum, unless he had filled his underpants with love-juice, he had not yet had orgasm. I longed now for him, to feel him to penetrate me, to help him to experience the same intense love-pleasure that he had given to me. Quickly I moved over to his bed - our bed and lay on my back, gazing into my lover's eyes. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * After our quick burst of love-making in the sitting room, I realised that I hadn't shown Thomas the geography of the flat. I took him by the hand and led him round, guestroom, guest bathroom, kitchen and finally into the master bedroom. Andy was gazing at me like a love-struck young puppy and after only a moment's glance round the bedroom, his eyes full of love and lust, he threw himself backwards onto the bed. His eyes issued an unspoken passionate message. Although this young sailor-boy had delivered seemingly a pint of jism and achieved a frantic orgasm, I could see that he was still as horny as hell. He lay on the bed, submissive and eager for further pleasure. I reached down and slid down the zipper on his slacks and popped open the button at his waist, the back of my hand feeling again the hot, smooth flesh of his belly, then I started to tug his trousers off his long legs. Thomas obviously enjoyed the attention and lifted each leg to make things easier. I got the trousers off and now the boy was again down to his pair of sexy briefs, really they were very well-worn. I gazed longingly at the swollen pouch outlining the dormant prick and balls slumbering in their fragrant prison of thin cotton. I could see some pre-cum stains from our recent previous excitement that Thomas had so obviously enjoyed. There certainly was the very large bulge in the crotch of those briefs. How I looked forward to really seeing his backside again with his buns emphasised by the thin cotton of his briefs. Thomas's legs were as perfect as the rest of his body. They were long and muscular and covered with a fine blond fuzz. His feet had high arches and thin ankles, and they added to the striking beauty that he possessed. I seized Thomas quite roughly by the shoulders and flipped him over onto his stomach, now I could not be gentle, I needed this boy, needed him badly and I sensed somehow that Thomas needed to be needed. He just moaned slightly and I could tell that he was really on a sexual high. Now that he was rolled over on his stomach, I was greeted by the sight of his tapering back and briefs covered arse. After our previous burst of love-play, I no longer felt any inhibitions about what I could and couldn't do. My young sailor was proving to be an ardent and enthusiastic lover. This time I placed my face over the thin cotton covering of his delicious young bum, I breathed in the funky, exciting scents of young man. Sharp, sexy and stimulating. "All right, Thomas, I'm going to pull off your underpants now, are you ready to really submit yourself to me, so that I can work on your body and make us both feel great." I whispered into his ear. From the way he moaned, I could tell that the answer was "Yes". I leaned in a little closer and pressed my lips against his soft cheek. He didn't pull away, and I knew that this sailor was putty in my hands, ripe for my pleasure - and his own. I eased down his briefs and peeled them off his body. I couldn't resist it. I held them to my nose and breathed in deeply. His arse was now presented to me in all its glory, which was considerable. It was just about the most beautiful piece of boy arse that I have ever seen. While the rest of his body was firm and stretched taut, his arse was rounded and well packed and full. The skin on that arse was as smooth as a baby's, and the whole picture glowed with youthfulness. I reached down and gently stroked that arseflesh. Shudders of delight coursed all through my body as I felt the warm powerful buttocks. Thomas moaned slightly and parted his legs. I could see that sweet arse crack, and it looked so downy and inviting that my head started to swim. "All right, Thomas, you will take deep breaths and really concentrate on relaxing. I'm going to sit on your butt, and begin to rub your back" I said. I felt as if Thomas and I were alone in some other world. Thomas was naked and his body was mine. His perfect, downy, white body. He was a strapping young man, and he was naked, and he was longing for me to possess him and I for him. I sat on his arse. It felt incredible to be sitting on those twin glories, they were the softest of seats. When I sat on his arse, Thomas exhaled loudly and I could tell that he was really relaxed. I reached up into his hair and massaged his scalp, and Thomas moaned with pleasure. There is nothing more exquisite in life than receiving a good massage. He was breathing deeply now, and I could tell that he was increasing his passion with each breath. I then turned my attention to the other end of my lover and started to work my way up his legs. I massaged the tense calves, then the backs of his knees and finally the full and muscular thighs. Thomas was purring like a cat under my expert ministrations. I finally reached the heart of my desires, that sweet arse and the dark and inviting little crack between it, that magic place buried between a boy's legs, waiting to be relaxed, opened, taken. Here was this gorgeous, sexy sailor-boy, lying on my bed just waiting to be taken, to be fucked, to be rogered and to have my semen spunked hard and deep into his eager, pliant young body. This boy was what I wanted so desperately and I could tell he wanted me with equal, eager desperation. I started to massage and knead his sweet arse cheeks. The flesh was so soft in my hands that I started to purr myself. I never felt flesh this smooth and soft before my whole life. Pressing those arse cheeks was like pressing a cloud of flesh. I eased his legs apart and I looked down between them. I was treated to the sweetest of sights. There was his little arsehole, all tiny and puckered, the sweetest pink colour. There was some soft and downy blond hair around that arsehole, and I had to restrain myself from licking his sexy hole. I longed to swirl that soft hair with my tongue and breath in the fresh boyish odour that was drifting up to my nostrils. I started to rub the flesh between those luscious arsecheeks. I wanted to go slowly now, I didn't want to risk losing his passion by moving too quickly. I oh so gently stroked the top of that crack with my fingertips. I placed my hands, fanned out, on his arsecheeks, and I started to rub my way down the crack with my thumbs. I got to the area around his actual man hole and I gently pressed at the flesh with my thumbs. I moved closer and closer until I was actually pressing at his ring. I was pressing at that manhole with gentle insistence. I could feel that virgin arsehole starting to relax and I knew that Thomas was enjoying the way that my fingers felt on his sensitive flesh, I brought one of my hands up to my face, sniffed the wicked smell on my fingertips. Then I brought them down to that puckered place and I ran them over the hole again and again, massaging it well. "I'm going to penetrate your arsehole now, Thomas, and I want you to relax and allow me in. I wet a finger and wetted down that tight little gaol. Then I tapped my fingertip against that tight ring of muscle again and again. I watched with growing arousal as that sailor-boy's arsehole opened up and my fingertip slid inside. Thomas moaned at the way it felt to have his manhole invaded like that. That bum was mighty tight and it gave my fingertip a real good squeezing. I stopped right there to give that arsehole a chance to get used to the intruder. With my other hand, I massaged the flesh around his ring. Within about a minute, I felt his sphincter relaxing and I was able to slip my finger up there another inch. "I know that feels good to you, Thomas, everyone loves the way it feels to relax their arse and let it be massaged. I want you to really relax and concentrate on opening up your arsehole. I want to be able to slide my whole finger up there. Let me really feel you really relax that arsehole" I purred, leaning down and pressing my lips and nose against his back. I pressed lightly with my finger and his arse opened up and I slid my finger all the way in. It clutched my finger incredibly tight and I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like wrapped around my cock. I brought another of my fingers up and slipped it in. I was surprised at how little resistance I encountered. Thomas was really starting to loosen up. I spread his legs further apart, and reaching up to the reading light above the bed, I turned it on. My cock really started to respond at the sight before me. I started to push at the arse walls with my fingers, and I could feel his body starting to respond, alternately gripping and releasing my fingers. Thomas lay there mewling with pleasure, making slow fucking motions with his hips. He was ready! I pulled my fingers out, and he groaned with disappointment. He pushed out with his arse muscles. His hole opened up to about the size of a dime. It looked incredibly hot opening up like that. "That was very good, Thomas, I want to work on your arsehole some more. Do you want me to work on your arsehole some more?". He just moaned a 'yes'. I leant down, and started to lick at his hole. As I did so, I lightly tickled his balls. My tongue moved down and around - I could tell that Thomas had never felt sensations like that before. He wriggled his bum, pressing my tongue onto the hole. I wanted to get that manhole so hot that the kid would be begging for more, something bigger than my finger! Something about 8 inches long, thick and throbbing. I worked my fingers way into that arse . I was really forcing that arsehole open, and I was wetting it up real well. Then Thomas did something that made me know he was more than ready. He arched up his hips and pushed his arse into my face. I knew that I had to have - and quickly! "How does it feel. Thomas?" I grunted. "So good" the boy purred. "Show me how nice it feels" I said. Thomas reached behind him with his hands, and stretched his arsecheeks apart. Then he arched up on his chest and knees and brought that bum way up in the air. He was telling me his arsehole wanted more action. I was only too happy to oblige! I quickly and quietly slipped out of my slacks and shirts and sneakers. I knelt behind that arse, and I grabbed the base of my throbbing cock. I reached up and felt the boy's cock and it was huge and it was hard and felt incredibly big in fact, and I pulled it down between his legs to get a better grip of it. I slowly pulled it, and Thomas moaned. I let go of it, and it snapped back up and hit his stomach. "Grab your cock, Thomas, grab it and play with it. I want to see you get really hot again" I said. He took hold of his cock and started to beat off. I could tell that the young man was really turned on into a sexual frenzy. He was rotating his hips so that his bum was moving around in the sexiest way. I, too, was approaching a sexual plateau, I had to have this sexy stud, to ream - ram - fuck that gorgeous bum. I grabbed the base of my cock and aimed the cockhead right for his bumhole. I leaned forward and rubbed my throbbing cockhead all over his arsecheeks. "Oh, that feels nice, is that your cock?" Thomas asked. "Yes, Thomas, it sure is. I want you to relax and enjoy the way it feels". Thomas reached behind himself and grabbed my cock. He squeezed it tightly and he moaned with pleasure. Then he felt his way down my cock to my balls and he cupped them in his palm. "All right, Thomas, I'm going to pentrate you. Thomas moaned again, and he leaned back, his bottom opening and literally sucking my cockhead in. I had to moan myself the way that manflesh felt wrapped around my cockhead. Thomas paused as his body began to adjust to the invasion, but after a few minutes, he started to relax. "How does that cock feel up your arsehole, Thomas?" I asked gently. "It feels sooo good" he replied, and I felt his ring opening up and I knew that it was ready, ready to take more cock inside itself. I leaned in slightly and I felt that hot hole parting for my cock. I wanted to bury my cock deep into him, to have all of my shaft inside that young sailor-boy. "Just relax, open yourself up like a good guy and take all of my cock inside you and love the way it feels" I said to him in soothing and hypnotic tones. "I want it, I want so much your cock, I want it inside of me" Thomas moaned as I slowly pushed inch after inch of my cock up that arsehole. I was going out of my skull with the sexual pleasure I was feeling. I just kept pushing until all of my cock was buried inside that lad's manhole. Then I stopped - I wanted to give him plenty of time to get used to the stretched sensation that he was no doubt feeling. Stretched and stuffed. "How does it feel now" I asked him. "It feels big, so big" my eager lover answered. "I want you to enjoy it, I want you to really get into the way it feels, how beautiful and warm that cock feels up inside you. I want you to let your body do whatever it wants to do" I purred. Thomas reached between his legs and cupped my balls, whilst his other hand felt his own arse and the small length of shaft that wasn't buried deep inside him. I started to slowly fuck him as he rocked back and forth. When he rocked forward, I leaned back, so only my cockhead was buried in that sweet manhole. Then I leaned forward when he rocked back, so that my balls were slapping his bum. I leaned down into the lad as we fucked. I pressed my lips against the flesh of his back. I kissed that smooth luscious back again and again. My cock was buried deep in his quivering arsehole and at that moment I loved Thomas. I loved him with my heart and soul. I wrapped my arms around his torso, and took his cock into my hands, slowly wanking him off with the rhythm of my fuck. I withdrew, and Thomas moaned "Don't. Please don't leave me. Fuck me more, please! So hard, so Sexy, Oh Fuck me HARDER." He was one hot guy, enjoying the sexual sensuality of what was happening. He was totally out of his mind, now, and just enjoying his first intimate contact with a man. I turned him over, and he just looked up at me with those trusting eyes. I leaned down, and our lips met. It was the softest of kisses. Our lips hardly touched and yet the energy that was passing between them was awesome and powerful, for it was the energy of male love. I started to explore the yielding warmth of his mouth. His teeth were regular and I let my tongue play over them. Then Thomas pushed his tongue between lips and sparks flew between us. I lifted up his legs, and with one deep thrust re-burieded myself in that tight, warm, luscious manhole. I started to gently fuck the lad again. I pulled my cock all the way out, leaving just the head buried in his gripping ring then slid my cock back into the clutching arsehole slowly and gently. I could feel Thomas's rock hard cock pressing against me. "Wrap those legs around me, pull me closer" I whispered. Thomas threw his legs up and wrapped them around my waist. With each passing second we seemed to be coming closer and closer together, we actually seemed to be merging into one being. I leaned back on my haunches, I looked down at my spread legs. My cock was buried in his tight hole, a beautiful sight. That manflesh wrapped around my cock and squeezing it for all that it was worth. "Come up on your elbows, Thomas, and watch yourself get fucked" I said. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down between his legs. His own huge cock was rock hard and it was oozing a steady stream of precum. His balls hung down below, covered in the thick and curly blond hair. Thomas looked at my cock as it slid in and out of his arse. He was both feeling it and watching it at the same time. We started to pick up our rhythm. Thomas threw up his legs in the air and rested them on my shoulders. He started to really pump his torso so that he was doing half the work of the fuck. "Ride that cock, Thomas, show me how much you like it" I said. I stopped my fucking motions, and Thomas took over. Using the leverage that he gained from resting his legs against me, he started to really move that arse. He pulled his arse off my cock and then slid it back down again. He was a real expert with his body. I gently took his hand off his own cock - I wanted to see him cum without touching himself. I felt my balls contract and I knew that I was close to cuming. I leaned down and kissed my sailor. I put all my heart and soul into that kiss. I really had the boy just where I wanted him. He was doubled over beneath me, totally submitting to me. I rammed my cock one last time into his arsehole, my legs quivering - and I stopped. My cock exploded! I could feel my cock pulsing deep within the young man as it shot wad after wad of hot cum up his arsehole. I moaned even as we kissed. Thomas moaned also, and suddenly I felt his cock jerking against my stomach. There was a great hot sticky wetness and I felt as if we were glued together. My cock, and his, finally stopped cuming, and I kissed him gently. Our sticky bodies didn't want to separate. I slowly pulled my cock out of his arse, and when it came out with a loud plop, I heard Thomas moan with disappointment. I leaned down and kissed his ear. "Thank you" I whispered in his ear. "Ummmmmm" was all that he could muster. We collapsed on the bed together, and Thomas rested his sweat covered brow on my chest, as we both drifted off to sleep. Happily the bed was already made up with a snug duvet spread across it and after a time and without waking up, we worked our way under the covers and snuggled together in the comforting warmth of the bedding. We must have slept for some two hours after our first, marathon mating. Thomas was the first to wake and for several moments he could not figure out where he was. The familiar sounds, the fans, the distant sound of waves against the hull, the sounds of the ship - absent. In a flash it came back to him. After all the many months of frustration, here he was in the bed of his Officer. His Andy lay with his arms and legs wrapped around his young sailor's body.