This story is inspired by the movie White Squall. White Squall is about the true story of the last voyage of the Albatross, a sailing ship used for a semester at sea program for high school aged boys during the early 60's. None of these scenes appear in the movie nor did they take place in real life. They are imaginary and do not intend to imply anything about anybody living or dead.
This episode stars,
Scott Wolf who was as the lead student Chuck Gieg Jeff Bridges as the skipper Jason Marsden as Shay Jennings John Savage as McCree, the English teacher Julio Oscar Mechosa as Girard Pascal the ship's cook Jeremy Sisto as Frank Beaumont
I don't know if any of these actors would really do this sort of thing. I do not mean to imply anything about any real people, either the actors or the real people who inspired the roles the actors play. If this sort of stuff offends you, and there's going to lots of this sort of stuff, do not read any further. Sort of stuff includes graphic depictions of sex between males, quasi-consensual sex, watersports, sex between adult males and teenage male, etc. It is meant as a fantasy only, do not try this at home. Do not read this if it offends you or if you are not old enough or if it is not legal where you live. Etc. etc.
White Squall is a product of Hollywood Pictures.
White Squirt 6 The First Mate
Jason lay next to McCrea in the cabin below. He heard Scott and Jeremy fall to the deck and woke with a start. Their whispered laughter gave away who they were and caused McCrea to stir. In the bunk across the room, Pascal, the chef, slept soundly. 'He can sleep through anything,' Jason thought. Jason did not want to give Scott and Jeremy away, not before they finished anyway, so he lay perfectly still, listening to their lovemaking above. He had been attracted to Jeremy from the start, as had several of the other boys, and would have gladly exchanged places with Scott. He'd probably get his chance in a day or two, he thought. As he listened to Jeremy fucking Scott his cock grew hard. He stroked it casually and wished McCrea would wake up, He brushed his hand across the older man's hairy chest, touching just the hair, not the skin. Circling a nipple with his finger he softly stick the tip of his tongue inside McCrea's ear. Finally, McCrea rolled over to his side and faced him, resting a hand on the inside of his smooth, bronze thigh.
"Sounds like they're having fun," McCrea whispered smiling. He ran his hand up the inside of Jason's thigh.
"Yeah."
"Who is it? Can you tell?"
"It's Scott and Jeremy," replied Jason. "Jeremy's fucking Scott."
"I figured." He cupped the boys balls in his hand, squeezing them slightly then ran a finger between the mounds of his ass. "You'd like to have him fuck you, too, wouldn't you?"
Jason smiled, blushing.
McCrea leaned into Jason's face and kissed him softly, enjoying a slow exploration of his lips and tongue. He'd done this almost everyday since the cruise began, but he had not begun to tire of it. Jason was beautiful. Deeply bronzed from his time in the sun. His body, tight and compact, developed for a boy his age. His skin, smooth and nearly hairless still. His cock six inches when hard, his balls on the small side but full of cum. His ass on the boarderline of bubble butt round and always ready to be played with or fucked.
McCrea's beard scratched Jason's cheek as they kissed. It seemed like he always had three days of growth to the boys onboard. Jason loved the way it felt against his skin, especially when he was rimming him out. McCrea stroked Jason's hard cock slowly, enjoying the sounds of sex above. He began to roll Jason over, onto his stomach and pulled back the sheets so he could enjoy the sight of the boy's beautiful body. Jason was younger and smaller than the other boys. They would have been surprised to know how young this boy, who gave them orders all day long, actually was.
McCrea ran a hand down Jason's bronzed back, between his shoulder blades, down his spine to his upturned ass. Jason's ass was his favorite kind of bubble butt, not too pronounced, but present, natural looking. McCrea slid his fingers between Jason's hairless cheeks and slipped one up inside his hole. Jason, as first mate, had to service the other adults, which had left his ass open and ready at all times. McCrea knew that the boy loved being fucked, that he would have gladly been ship's punk if he were not first mate.
"Clench down on my finger," McCrea whispered so not to wake Pascal.
Jason clenched down as tightly as he could, while McCrea slid his finger in and out of his ass. When McCrea pulled out and replaced his finger with his dick Jason spread his legs apart and raised his ass up to meet the English Teacher's member, McCrea's cock was not as long as the skippers but it was wider. Jason felt it against his hole, then felt it begin to enter him. McCrea always took his time entering, enjoying the feel of Jason's ass, tightly engulfing the head of his dick, then dragging down across the shaft to the base. He pressed into the boy until his balls were mashed between his legs and the soft mounds of Jason's butt.
He nibbled on the boy's ear lobe as he began fucking him. Taking his time, McCrea pulled out slowly then pressed his cock forward, pushing it as far into Jason's ass as it would go, first towards the left then towards the right then down the center, upwards and downwards exploring every reachable inch of Jason's insides. He wanted to reach as much of the boy as he could and the way his ass felt on the shaft of his dick drove him onwards.
Pascal finally awoke and saw his friend kneeling over the prostrate boy, shoving his cock into his ass and rubbing then smacking the boy's buns. He smiled and began stroking his own cock, which was already partially hard. He lay watching and enjoying Jason's moans for a few minutes before speaking.
"Hey," he called. "Leave some for me, too."
"Always enough for at least two here," said McCrea. "Why don't you feed your dick to him, get it all nice and wet."
McCrea pulled Jason's head up by his hair. Jason liked the way the men were always a little rough on him, pulling his hair or smacking his ass. Being used, being in their control, powerless to resist aroused him greatly. Jason saw the Cuban chef walk across the floor, his hard, uncircumsized cock sticking out of his boxers. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue as Pascal slipped his dick inside and began fucking his throat. Jason loved the smell of Pascal's crotch. He tried to breath it in as deeply as he could while swallowing the Cuban's dick. Pascal was always funkier than the other men, and definatly riper than any of the boys on the boat were. Jason got off on the way the men smelled. Their armpits, their crotches, even their asses, all aroused him, added to the excitement, the feel of them on top of him.
He began pushing himself back on McCrea's cock, enjoying the feel of it deep inside him and the sense of control he could take by actively forcing the fuck in deeper. McCrea began slapping his ass hard and fucking him wildly. Jason could feel his cheeks begin to burn and knew McCrea would cum soon. He plowed the boy deeply as he shot his load inside him, then smacked his butt on last time and pulled out.
"Your turn, Pascal," he said as he stood.
Pascal moved into position between Jason's legs and began running the head of his cock across Jason's hole. McCrea lifted Jason's head by the hair again and held his dick in front of the boy's mouth.
"Time to clean me up," he said. "Don't leave anything either.
Jason began licking the sides of McCrea's dick, tasting the combined flavors of his own ass juices and McCrea's jism. He felt Pascal slipping the head of his dick inside his ass, then felt him plow his entire cock in to the base. He was open now. McCrea's exploration had left him loose and wet, unable to offer any resistance to Pascal's assault.
Pascal enjoyed the feel of another man's cum inside the ass of the boy he was fucking. It reminded him of his nephew and brother back in Cuba, and all the fun they used to have. His brother always went first, leaving his nephew well lubricated for Pascal. The good thing about sloppy seconds was that the lubrication cut down on friction which meant it took more fucking to cum, and they boy was already primed for it so you could really fuck him hard. Pascal did. Pounding away at Jason's ass, bouncing him up and down on the bunk, making so much noise that they woke the skipper.
"Don't damage the boy," said the skipper as he entered the crowded cabin. "My wife is very fond of him. So am I."
"He loves it," said Pascal. "You know he does."
"There be plenty left for you, skipper," said McCrea, "once Pascal is done."
The skipper crossed over to the bunk and pulled Jason's head up by his hair pulling it back until he could see the boy's face. Jason hurt from the strain but did not complain.
"Enough for me today, son?" asked the skipper.
"Yes, sir." Jason replied.
"Good boy." The skipper slapped Jason's ass hard then pulled out his cock and stuck it in Jason's mouth. He was soon hard and fucking the boy's throat as Pascal had done. "Finish up, there Pascal. We have to get the day started."
Pascal smiled good naturedly at the skipper and drove his cock into Jason hard, driving himself to a climax which made him shout. He pulled out of the boy and exchanged places with the skipper.
"Have him clean you off, too," said the skipper as he moved into position between Jason's legs.
"Yes, sir," Pascal smiled at the skipper as he pulled Jason's head up.
Jason began licking the chef's dick clean as the skipper entered his ass. The skipper was in a hurry this morning so he started pounding the boy hard, right away swinging his cock nearly all the way out of Jason's ass then slamming it back in to the base, hard.
Pascal's cock tasted of the combined cum of both men mixed with Jason's ass juices. Jason again breathed in the funk of the man's crotch as he enjoyed the sensation of the skippers long cock plowing his ass.
"Get that cock cleaned up, boy." The skipper clearly enjoyed this part of his job.
Jason's cruise was free--he came from a poor family who could barely afford to feed him. His father had agreed to send him on the Albatross knowing full well what would be expected of him. The fee he received for his son's services was too much to ignore. Jason had no idea that he had been sold. All he knew was that he got to come on the cruise, get a substantial education, see the world, and all he had to do was put out to the adults on the cruise, which he had come to enjoy anyway. He simply could not get enough cock. And the three men he had to service could not get enough of his ass.
Jason licked Pascal's cock clean and moved on to the man's balls.
"I gotta piss," said Pascal.
"Go ahead," said the skipper, still pounding the first mates ass, trying now to cum as quickly as possible. He could hear the boys starting to stir on the deck above. Jason would have to get them all started on their morning chores and Pascal would have to get started on breakfast right away.
"Open up," said Pascal. Jason opened his mouth and held out his tongue. He looked up at Pascal. Pascal could not believe that the boy liked this part of his life on the ship but he had never said anything about it. Pascal stuck his softening cock into Jason's mouth. Jason closed down on it just in time to feel Pascal's warm piss begin to fill his mouth. He swallowed, expert now, though the first few times he had wretched both during and afterward. He had learned to act like he was drinking through a straw, swallowing when his mouth got full. He did so now, twice.
"He loves it," the skipper said to Pascal. "He loves cock, everything about them and everything that come out of them." He pounded several long hard thrusts into the boy and came, contorting his face as he did so.
Pascal pulled his cock out of Jason's mouth. He lifted the boys face and looked into his eyes. The skipper was still fucking him, slowly now, enjoying a short afterglow exploration of Jason. Jason met Pascal's gaze and smiled at him slightly. He could see that Pascal had mixed feelings about what he had just done and he wanted to let him know that it was alright, that he did like it, that he wanted him to keep doing it. Then he felt the skipper pull out and walk around to have his cock cleaned and probably to empty his bladder too. Pascal stepped aside, then left to begin cooking breakfast.
"I ever tell you what a great first mate you are," skipper asked as he shoved his cock into Jason's mouth. He had told him, several times. The skipper's cock was his favorite. The skipper was the only one of the three men who used him uninhibitedly, for his own pleasure, the way Jason liked to be used, completely in the service of a man old enough to be his father. He sucked the skipper's cock now, enjoying every inch of it, tasting himself, McCrea and Pascal, waiting for the skipper to let go. He didn't have to wait long. The skipper began filling Jason's mouth, holding his face close to his crotch, sighing with pleasure. Jason struggled to swallow it all without spilling any and to keep from chooking on it. The skipper smiled slightly to see the boy struggle. When he finished he twisted the boy's nipple.
"For luck," he said. "Get your shorts on, you have work to do."
"Yes, sir." Jason pulled on his shorts and followed the skipper onto deck.