Trawler Initiation
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- Author
- sr71plt
- Genres
- Gay Sex Stories
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- gang bang, gay anal, gay first time, muscle, nonconsent, rough, sea, trapped
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- Completed
Summary
Would it make any difference if I told you that the captain had gotten me drunk, and that I’d never done it before, and that, other than the soreness, I wouldn’t be half aware that I had done it last night? Somehow I don’t think you’d care—or that the bruiser would care either. And the captain said he wouldn’t tell anyone if I came to his cabin again tonight. And he said it in such a way for me to understand that it wasn’t really a request—out here on the open water, where it’s just those of us on this trawler.
Flustered, I say I don’t know what to say. What I’m thinking is how the bruiser heard. The captain’s cabin isn’t anywhere near the quarters for the rest of the crew. But what I say is that I’m not easy like that, and will think about it.
I’m trying to remain calm—cool. Trying to cool man my way out of the cabin. But if they’d seen me riding the captain’s cock that second time last night they’d have a right to think I sniffed after it anywhere I could get it. I’d just been letting loose. And he’d gotten me drunk. Three months on the sea completely free from the constraints of land and college. And the captain was a stud and a half and he wore practically nothing, just a Speedo—just like all of us when we are out to sea. It was just a fling. Just a summer madness to mark the end of the school term. And he got me drunk. I’d thought about it, yes, and I’d fantasized about it when I was thinking of signing onto the trawler, because I’d heard what could happen on these isolated vessels out on the open water. But I’d never done it before last night.
“Think fast,” you say and turn to the bruiser and say, “What do you think, Big Jim? Right here on the table?”
The bruiser giggles, stands, and pops the biggest cock I’ve ever seen out of his Speedo. I’d been eyeing his basket for days, wondering who would be up to taking it that big. That was part of why I’d been staying away from him. In shock, I stand. You reach out and grip my forearm, but I brush your hand away and lurch for the hatch out to the deck.