I Finally Got The Courage (Ch 5) - Sex Stories

I Finally Got The Courage (Ch 5)

I stopped by the marina restaurant to grab a to-go coffee before driving home. I had a mild alcohol buzz and was hesitant to drive any great distance.

I pulled my F-150 out to the service road and immediately turned right down the lane to the public boat ramp. I figured I could park, enjoy the scenery and sober up.

I got to thinking about Mike and our aquatic adventure. I would have liked our hookup to have been truly mutual, but not every guy is completely ready to suck cock and have a load spill between his lips. Heck, I was one of them just a short few weeks prior.

All that having been said; I did enjoy servicing Mike’s dick. Without a doubt, it was the most beautiful specimen of man-meat I'd ever seen; let alone, sucked.

I decided then and there that I would be happy becoming Mike’s boatmate and oral cum dump.

I closed my eyes and slipped my left hand under the elastic waistband of my shorts and onto my hardening prick.

I fantasized about my next encounter with Mike. He was a pirate captain, and I was a lowly cabin boy. A deckmate had just winked and told me the captain wanted me in his cabin. I offered an “Aye, Aye” and headed toward the stern.

My timid rap on the door was met with an “Enter laddie. Captain Mike needs your help.”

I opened the louvered door and entered his darkened chamber. The Captain was standing in front of a mahogany armoire. Although I had seen him many times, I still found his visage to be far beyond frightening. The ...

... old pirate stood on one intact and one pegged leg. His right hand provided balance against the armoire, the left arm dangled at his side. This appendage terminated in a shiny steel hook. Down on the deck and between his legs was a brass chamber pot.

“Be a good laddie and help ye captain drain his sea serpent. Me hook’s no good with these buttons.” He pointed (pun intended) with the hook toward the fly of his striped, mid-calf pants.

I guess I hesitated, because he placed the barb of the hook onto my right shoulder and pressed toward the deck. I'd have been skewered, if I hadn't knelt before him.

“Well laddie, get at it, before I mess meself.”

I dutifully unbuttoned four whalebone toggles and leaned backward. The Captain ordered, “Pull out me manhood and point him towards that pot. Mind ye not to miss.”

I reached into his britches and liberated his manhood. It was nothing like I'd ever seen in my nineteen years on earth: as long as a belaying pin, as thick as my wrist and gnarly like an old oak root.

His prick was terrifying and yet, wondrous to behold. I gripped it like a moray eel and directed the pee slit toward the pot. The Captain let loose a torrent of piss into the brass vessel, nearly exceeding its volume.

“Wring out those last few drops, boy. No sense fouling me britches.”

I kept his hose directed at the pot with one hand and, starting at the base near his ram-sized balls, used my other to milk out what I considered to be the last of his ...