This is a work of fiction and contains explicit gay graphic sex. If you are not of age (a minor) or are offended by these kinds of stories: PLEASE DO NOT READ ON!
Copyright by Horny_jake16@hotmail.com
Titanic Tarzan Part 8
A fall in grace might not be so bad, at least not for the young and beautiful. I was surely taken aback by the man in the doorway, in both senses. Oh, and yes it was Mark, the person in charge of hiring all us `pleasures' whether royal or common, who came in through the door.
I wasn't upset by being assaulted by some horny men, but when I identified Mark as being part of it I was alarmed. I immediately thought he was just in for a fuck, as he had promised me he would do a few days earlier, but I soon realized it must be a much bigger scheme.
It was, but, first back to me facing the dirt, ass up in the air.
"Cutie, remember how I said I would be coming for you one day?" Mark's masculine voice uttered.
Still being tied up and unable to reply, I did my best with some noises of approval. It worked.
"Well, baby, here I come!" he continued.
As his cock broke through into me, I kept making more noises, as if to tell him I had something to tell him.
It worked. At a fast pace he slide out of me. Fucking is so much better when all people involved are willing. Think about that for a second, guys.
"Now if you're gonna say something bad to me, I'll fucking hit your sweet n' beautiful butt. And we wouldn't want that would we?"
I nodded in response.
He untied the fabric covering my mouth.
I let out a long moan.
"Aaaahhhhmmmmmmh!"
I realized how sexy Mark actually was, his well muscled body, beautiful face and nice bulge. My kind of man, totally. He was raw and real, and very macho.
"Now are you ready to get ass fucked, baby?"
"Aaah" I kept on,"I so am, but I'd feel better being completely naked, could you undress me?"
If you've ever asked a man to undress a beautiful teenage prince, you know that he can't resist doing it. Feeling the smooth young body, revealing its true form. Touching the fresh and clean skin and feeling the hot n' warm sexiness being there just for you.
"Anything for you, baby" Mark said.
"I love this guy" I thought.
Mark completely undressed me, at the end he held my thin lingerie in his hand, feeling it and smelling it up. I was all naked, and a little shy about it.
Mark on the other hand was all dressed up.
"My cock has longed for you since you first sucked me off, I have been so jealous seeing you and other men together. That's changing though..."
I didn't fully grasp his words; I just let myself fall in his arms. Kissing his neck with passion, letting out small sobs and whines.
"Let's undress you too, sexy man!" I whispered in his ear, while feeling him up. Making him hard for me. Making him wanting me.
"Cutie, I didn't think you would be so easy, I was in for raping you! He laughed.
"But I like it better this way" he hastily added.
"Let's go somewhere more comfortable" he said, still fully dressed.
He showed the way out of the dirty room. Outside a group of men were peeking at us, making mocking sounds when I came out of the room nude, accompanied by Mark.
"Looks like you got yourself a little treat before the mutiny" one obviously horny fella said.
I realized that Mark must be the leader of this company of men, planning a mutiny on the Titanic. Surprisingly I didn't care anything about the mutiny or whatever, politics or stuff like that had never interested me. I knew I would always be fine; there would always be a leader to take me as his love and sex affair. "Gosh, what am I becoming!?" My consciousness shot in, but I knew it was all true.
"Oh, a man gotta have what his heart and cock desires, before being able to lead other men out into the night!" My Mark replied, obviously quoting someone famous.
"True, true!" they all replied harshly.
I smiled, as mark shoved me into another room, obviously scared that the other men would want a piece of the cake, or maybe the cherry on top, if I stayed any longer naked in that room. Wise decision I was to find out.
We entered a scarcely decorated room. Just the bare necessities were there: a bed, a table and a chair. The bed was small and only meant for one person.
I felt more comfortable here. Mark too, it was more love involved somehow. I guess a dirty floor doesn't really do the trick, right? He was so totally my kind of man, I was in awe. He was rough and true, good in his heart yet on the surface you wouldn't see it. He had that dark side image, which was also ever-present lurking in the background of his soul. He's the kind of man you'll never know the next move of, but at least in one asset he was predictable as men in general.
When Mark closed the door, I turned around facing him. Smiled my sly, sensual smile and slowly approached him.
He just stood still, and let me do the work. I kept feeling his body up, flexing my own smooth, hairless body around him. I exposed my round bubble butt and danced around him bending and turning my firm body to his pleasure. Oh how I had longed for such a fuck.
Mark was dumfounded and powerless in front of me. I thought about using it to my advantage, running away, but something told me to stay. This plot and everything wasn't my thing.
I started undressing him in a slow yet sexy way. He was very tense and so I kissed his naked muscular chest. The contrast of his working man's body and my upper class smoothness turned him on. I whispered moans in his ear.
"Flex for me, man, show your babe what you've got" I smiled while eyeing him.
I spent the whole night flirting with Mark. We finally slept together, and he fucked me endlessly. Me lying on his hard and muscled body. Mark must be about thirty I guessed, a man in his best years. He was eager and enthusiastic (as was his cock), telling me how unfair the captain was. I felt sympathy with him and the other hard workers, apparently the captain had tricked a lot of the workers into bad deals and contracts.
It was amazing to be penetrated by a man with so many ideals, I had to agree my image of him in the beginning as another horny man, was entirely wrong. Well not entirely wrong, he was still rock hard inside me when he told me his vivid tales and ideas. So many thoughts and concepts I'd never heard of, of fairness and equality for all human beings.
Then he focused back on the Titanic and how he wanted to employ some of those concepts onto this boat. Their plan was to overthrow the current captain and put Mark in charge of the boat, heading instead to some tropical island, already on the boat creating an equal paradise. But, they had to be patient and wait, there were so many people involved. He reckoned maybe one third of the passengers had bought the tickets just after hearing of the plan.
I was fully lost in my hard Mark's philosophy, when I realized that everyone would never be equal. If Mark was leading us, he would be above the rest of us, not the same as us, and as long as some people had influence and affluence through power or possessions -- or even through beauty or sex appeal, no such concept could be fully employed.
I held my mouth closed, though, except for the occasional kissing or sucking of his man cock. How juicy it was, his cock's taste was so vibrant -- different from that of people my age. I assume his revolutionary thoughts were present in there as well.
As of recently my knowledge of the male body had increased rapidly. As a poor boy I had of course been raped a couple of times, and even voluntarily been fucked, but not at all as to the extent the last couple of days had let me experience.
Mark had fallen asleep, still with his stone hard member inside me. I was in riding position, when I started touching his dirty and hairy balls which were packed together with my smooth, hairless and clean butt. I became conscious of the lack of attention I had given balls on men on the Titanic. I had only, I thought, been occupied with size and muscles. I took one of his balls in each hand, getting a good grip, squeezing them in a gentle manner. They were big and still full of juice, it was like massage for my mind. Mark moaned in his sleep. I kept on clutching them hard and soft. Pushing them up my ass close to his shaft. Moving them apart and seizing them again. I forgot all about my issues and worries, I just kept on pressing them with my hands, kindly tightening and then releasing my clutch of them, completely losing track of time.
The next morning I awoke along with Mark's cock, we literally rose together. Me in a sitting position on his hips, whilst his cock pushed me upward.
Mark wasn't awake so I reckoned it was only his morning wood showing signs of life. I calmly glided forward a little, taking his durable dick with me. Then I let go of the pressure and relieved his cock. I went backwards a bit, again adding force on his limb. His appendage gradually rose higher and further into me. Then he hit a stressed spot and my boy pussy reacted with tightening the hole. He woke up and I moaned as he was grasping for air himself.
"What a wake-up call, honey!" he articulated when he had swallowed an adequate amount of air.
Mark's cock still shot loads of cum into me. I turned frail, as I always do after getting fucked and just fell onto his chest interlocking lips with him. I felt so warm and dizzy. Luckily his strength took me like a feather and took control of the situation. Just holding his arms around me, kissing my body.
Mark was still in bed when I came out of the bathroom next door. I had put on my string, but put on the rest of my uniform as I just stood there smiling to him in bed.
"God, how sick I was of love," I thought "but love seems to be sort interconnected with sex somehow".
"No shit, Sherlock" another part of my mind entered the reflection, "love is your body's way of making sure you will help give birth to a child". Then my original thought sequence shot in again, this time with a question.
"How come, I'm gay then?"
"Too many profound thoughts, too early in the morning" I found myself thinking aloud.
Mark kept smiling. I couldn't believe it was the same Mark I'd sucked of earlier in the very beginning of this long adventure.
"Well, anyways, I'm heading back to the Captain now." I said
Mark got a worried look on his face.
"It's not like you can keep me here." I kept on.
"But here's how it's going to be, I will not help you or the resistance, even though my sympathy lies with you for the time being. However, that doesn't mean I'll tell my captain about you guys and your plot. I am neutral, at least for now, and that's a final decision."
"Waow, you're right, too early in the morning!" he answered mockingly.
"I like guys with brains." He said. "You are really unique, has anyone ever told you that?" he quickly said smilingly.
I wasn't too sure about just that -- both `thats', that is. After all, I was just a poor boy with a pleasing appearance.
I reported to my Captain's bed with refreshed hope and enthusiasm, some of which lasted all day long.
To be continued...
Note from the author:
Please tell me how you felt when you read this story (I am very grateful for everyone writing how horny they felt, I love that. It makes me feel good myself, and it's better than nothing, but something more please...).
Maybe you can even influence where the story is going? Anyways, any comments, suggestions or negative remarks you might have will also be equally and gratefully accepted, since I -- in fact do this for all of you guys out there!
Loads of kisses from Jake (Horny_jake16@hotmail.com)