Dragon
“Have you missed me?” the captain asked, rising and pouring yet another glass of wine for himself, as well as topping up Thor's.
“Yes,” Thor lied.
“I have missed you, too, my lad,” very very much. He was beginning to slur, and the heavy jowls of his cheeks were reddening. “That is why I have called you here tonight.”
The captain drained his glass and unsteadily rose. He walked to the other side of the cabin. On the way, he divested himself of his jacket, which he dropped on the floor. He sank onto a velvet couch, leaning back and spreading his skinny legs. He looked over to Thor and nodded.
That was the seaman's cue. The performance of services was to begin. Thor walked toward the man sprawled out before him. The captain was already massaging the insides of his thighs with both hands, his eyes seemed hungry with lust.
Thor immediately began to conjure up images of Miguel and other crewmen whose powerful, muscular bodies made a mockery of the masculinity of the man in front of him. He hoped the thoughts of true manliness would enable him to respond as the captain wanted.
Thor stood, legs spread, his arms at his sides, letting Captain Alison begin feasting on him with his eyes. The captain took a deep shuddering breath, blowing the air out through rounded lips, making his blotchy cheeks puff out.
Thor then removed his shirt, pulling it slowly over his head, to reveal his chiseled, muscular chest. He brought one hand up and began to massage his pectorals; paying attention to his hardening nipples with his index finger. With his other hand, he cupped his crotch and began to knead his ample manhood, following the pattern he had learned so well in his days as cabin boy.
The captain responded with increased breathing to the point of panting. He unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his own chest, which more resembled the breasts of a woman than that of a man. He began to pinch his prominent pink nipples, making them stand out against the overly large red areola. Thor closed his eyes and focused on the men in his mind. He felt himself begin to respond.
When he opened his eyes again, the captain was wriggling out of his trousers, pushing them down to his ankles. His small penis and tiny testicles surrounded only by a fringe of pubic hair did nothing to enhance Thor's state of arousal. He hoped his fantasies would come through for him, as they had so often in the past, when the captain had requested his services.
“Please,” Alison asked in a strained voice.
Thor undid the drawstring to his pants and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. He now stood completely naked before the captain. Although he was not erect, his semi-aroused penis and full round scrotum made the man before him writhe with pleasure. Thor ran his hand over his rippled abdomen and played with the small bush of reddish hair at the base of his thick organ.
“Turn,” the man said, twirling one finger in the air.
Obediently, Thor complied; he new the script well. He began to knead his tight, round buttocks, while shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He could hear ragged breathing behind him. He looked over his shoulder. The captain was now stroking himself vigorously. Thor hoped tonight would be one of those times when the man lost control and completed the act without physical contact.
It was not to be, however.
“Come,” the captain said in a barely audible voice, beckoning him with one hand, while he continued to stroke his small erection with the other.
The seaman turned, and slowly walked toward Captain Alison, who sat up and pulled him close with both hands. Thor placed his hands on the captain's shoulders as the older man reached around, and began to massage his muscular mounds of flesh.
Thor looked down at the captain's bald head. He squeezed his shoulders and thrust himself forward, bringing his nearly erect cock very close to the man's mouth. The mouth opened and Thor felt the warm, wet interior engulf him. He sighed and pretended it was Miguel who had taken him inside. The subterfuge worked. Between the pretense and the stimulation, Thor felt himself swell to full erection. The captain gagged.
When Thor thought he was going to climax, he was let free. He looked down. The captain looked up at him, spittle running from his chin. , Without a word, the captain stood, pushing Thor away a step. He then turned around and kneeled on the couch, burying his face in his hands against the embroidered back of the furnishing. He wiggled his full round pink ass in invitation.
Thor was aroused to the point where he knew he would be able to complete the offered coupling. He reached out and massaged the soft flesh. The man moaned in response. Rubbing his massive cock against the crevice, Thor smacked each cheek several times in turn. This, too, elicited cries of pleasure.
“Theodore, please, please,” the captain begged.
Something in the situation of being in control over the pathetic specimen beneath him, tripped Thor into lustful abandon. He slapped the reddening buttocks even harder, then roughly pulled the gluteul cheeks apart, forcing his engorged erection into Captain Alison's rectum with a roar of conquest. Alison whimpered in pain, but pushed himself back against the invading lance.
Thor mercilessly thrust harder and harder into the captain's hole. He could tell the man had reached down and was manipulating his own small organ. Thor was building toward climax, when he felt Alison clamp down on his cock as the man spent himself on the crimson fabric of the couch. Growling deeply within his chest, Thor reached his peak and felt himself shoot volley after volley of his own seed into the bowels of his helpless partner.
He collapsed, pushing the man he had just vanquished onto the couch. After a few moments, he stood. Alison curled up into a ball, covering his face with his hands. Thor knew what must happen next. He would dress and exit without a word, leaving the captain to his guilt and repentance. He would not be called again until Captain Alison's need overcame his piety; until desires of the flesh subdued the resistance of the spirit. Thor looked back one last time as he got to the cabin door. Captain Alison was struggling to pull up his trousers. He did not look in Thor's direction. The seaman felt a pang of pity before closing the door behind him.