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

I Finally Got The Courage (Ch 5)

... piss.

Alarmingly, I sensed his manhood stiffening as I progressed down his shaft toward the crabapple-sized head. I knew little about the ways of the world; but having grown up on a farm, I knew enough.

I froze.

“Laddie, there's more juice to spill. Give my prick a proper wanking,” he commanded. An order was an order and besides, the hook once again rested on my shoulder.

I fisted the end of his prick, just below his knob, with my left hand and began timidly stroking the shaft up and down with the right.

“Add your spittle, boy,” he ordered.

I spit into my right palm and was ready to resume my wanking.

“No, lick me prick. Take your time and make your captain happy.”

I continued to grasp the end of his man-meat with my left hand, but raised his shaft upward. I began slurping my wet tongue up and down his hardening manhood.

“Lick the head, laddie. Put it in your mouth,” he ordered.

I swung his cock downward toward my face and licked my lips. I felt the barb of Captain Mike’s hook dig into my shoulder, urging me forward. I leaned farther forward, parted my lips wide and allowed the Captain’s prick to violate my mouth.

With no experience in such matters, I was at a distinct disadvantage. Luckily, instinct kicked in. I began bobbing my head on the end of his member, sucking as I did so. I added my right hand to his thick shaft and began jacking it from my lips to his ballsack. The more I sucked Captain Mike, the longer and harder his manhood ...

... became.

I was proud to service my commander.

My work seemed to have a positive effect. The old pirate lessened the pressure of the barb digging into my shoulder; instead, wrapping the crook of the hook around the back of my neck. He began panting like a hound. I felt spittle hit my forehead.

Captain Mike began uttering almost indecipherable phrases. I picked out: “Soon, baby”, “Daddy’s juice”, “Sweet lass” and “Lips of gold”.

My commander swatted my hands away from his prick and replaced them with his right, non-hook fist. He jacked his manhood like a crazy man, repeatedly striking my lips with his knuckles and forcing his cock deeper into my mouth.

But then he hesitated, retracted his battering-ram slightly from the rear of my mouth and ceased his growling. I was relieved. Maybe he was finished with this perversion.

Just when I anticipated rejoining my mates, he bucked forward; gagging and choking me with his bulbous cockhead. He screamed a “Yes” and exploded a mug-sized load of…………

My daydream (likely soon to become a wet dream) was interrupted by a tapping on the truck window inches from my head. I was startled, my eyes flying open and my hand whipping out from under the waistband. I looked to the left and locked eyes with a handsome twenty-something. I followed his gaze down to my crotch. There were three unmistakable precum spots on my seersucker shorts.

As I powered down the window, my voyeur laughed, “Hey, I don't want to interrupt anything.”

I got ...