“That’s what I like about boys your age,” said Pete. “Always ready to go again.”
“Hey you two, knock it off.”
It was Captain Bartlett.
“Come and have your breakfast. There’s work to be done. That bleedin’ thing did a fair amount of damage which we’ve got to get fixed as soon as possible.”
“Aye, aye Cap’n,” said Pete in his best pirate’s voice. “Ya comin’ Tobe?”
Pete held out his hand, which Toby gripped. With a mighty grunt, Pete pulled Toby to his feet.
As he followed Pete down the hatch he realised he was smiling. He also understood the reason he was smiling. As his eyes fixed on the fabric-covered mounds of Pete’s firm, chunky arse, he knew he was falling in love with the man. Even more than that, he realised the love he was beginning to feel for Pete was deeper and more profound than anything he had felt for Tiger. Tiger had been the perfect specimen of male beauty—ruggedly attractive, masculine, and confident, but it was Pete who had always been there for him, always looked out for him, and always would. It was Pete who would return any love given.
Toby sighed a loud, satisfied sigh. Spring had arrived in the garden of his heart.
Chapter 7
The Phantom sailed into the Red Sea, resplendent with its stark white sails brilliant against an azure sky. The ship slid over the tranquil waters of the sea, past Sudan and into Egyptian waters, where the barren rock of hills and cliffs dropped into the sea, only occasionally punctuated by oases of palms and simple mud huts. Sometimes they encountered leathery-faced fishermen in feluccas, either casting their nets or hauling them in; all of them happy to give Toby and the others a wave as they went by.
Most of the time, however, they were on open water, where the hot, dry desert winds couldn’t touch them. Pete taught Toby how to fish and after his initial disgust at having to disembowel anything he caught, he started to enjoy himself and soon became quite adept at catching the evenings’ dinner.
One afternoon, not long after the crew had finished their midday meal, Toby was lying naked in one of the hammocks. The sun was beating down on his now bronzed body. The air was still and The Phantom had stalled. Zeke and Bird had climbed back over the side of the ship after going skinny-dipping and were towelling themselves dry.
From out of nowhere, something tickled Toby’s face. Dozing and half in dreams, Toby waved what he thought was an insect away. He felt another tickle that tousled his fringe and had it dancing about on his forehead. He opened his eyes. It was nothing more than a breeze, but one that had come from out of nowhere.
“Looks like we might get moving again,” he said to Zeke and Bird who had their backs to him and were looking out over the sea towards the mainland.
He got out of the hammock and walked across the deck to join them.
“What are you looking at?” he asked.
“Dunno,” said Zeke, pointing. “What do ye reckon that is?”
A cloud of purple haze was curling across the sky towards them at a speed that indicated it was no natural phenomenon. It churned and swirled within itself as it streaked across the water in a long column that stretched back to the horizon. Only as it neared the ship could the tail end be seen, although it soon disappeared into the boiling purple bulk.
“Captain!” Zeke shouted out as the three of them backed away from the approaching mass. “Captain! Take a look at this.”
As the Captain appeared on deck, Toby ran for the hatch to alert the others. He found Lennie helping himself to some biscuits in the galley and the rest of the men in the crew’s quarters.
“Get up on deck,” he told them all with all the excitement of a ten-year-old on Christmas morning. “Something weird!”
Pete, Sandy, and Chad rushed up the companionway and spilled onto the deck, which was shrouded in the purple mist. Stranger still was the sight of Captain Bartlett removing his clothing while Zeke was fucking Bird up against the side of the ship. Toby’s jaw dropped as the happily married and heterosexual captain then got down on his knees behind Zeke, pulled Zeke’s arse cheeks apart, and began licking Zeke’s puckered hole.
The other four men—Pete, Lennie, Sandy and Chad—soon had their clothes off and were writhing together on the wooden deck in a ball of hairy flesh and body parts. Sandy, who like the Captain was not inclined towards men, was massaging Lennie’s sizeable man tits with one hand while his other hand had disappeared between Lennie’s legs. The Captain was guiding his cock into Zeke’s arse while Zeke’s cock was still buried deep within Bird, who in turn was gripping the side of the ship with every ounce of strength he had. Chad wasted no time in spreading his legs and Toby was shocked at how quickly Pete was between those smooth legs, first using his tongue to moisten the man’s arsehole and then his finger to loosen it.
Toby’s nostrils flared. He could feel little cartoon-like puffs of steam coming from his ears. When Pete leaned down and his lips met Chad’s, Toby nearly exploded. He climbed the stairs, his hands balling into fists as he watched Chad reach around, cup Pete’s meaty arse cheeks and pull Pete deeper inside him.
Yet almost immediately, Toby’s rage dissipated. As he walked into the purple mist that had settled around The Phantom, he felt awash with sensuality. His cock was growing hard without even the stimulation of an erotic thought. He ran his hands down his torso, his own touch causing him to shudder. He closed his eyes and let his hands roam across his naked flesh. The palms of his hands encountered first his erect nipples then while one hand slid south to play with his stiff cock, the other hand went between his arse cheeks. His middle finger pushed through the puckered flesh there and as he pushed it through to the moist, warm space beyond, a long sigh slid from his lips.
He opened his eyes slowly and beheld a whole new vista. His senses had transported him to a palatial room adorned with filmy curtains that danced on breezes filled with the fragrance of an unseen garden. Tall columns, painted with bright colours and decorated with simple though detailed pictures and hieroglyphics had replaced the masts, and instead of a wooden deck, there was a floor of polished marble. Where once there had been barrels of water and rigging there were large silk cushions trimmed with gold fringing and pots of lush green palms.
To one side a tall, thickly muscled black man stood holding a tray with a golden pitcher and several golden cups. Further down there was another scantily dressed black man placing a bowl spilling over with fruit on a small table beside Zeke, Bird and the Captain. Toby also noticed that the purple mist seemed thicker around his crewmates. Sandy and Lennie were almost invisible behind a thick wall of purple. The Captain, Zeke and Bird could only just be made out.
A hand grabbed Toby’s ankle but he did not gasp. He looked down and saw Pete smiling up at him. And Chad. All the anger and jealousy of a few minutes earlier had vanished and his sole desire was to join them and to feel their naked flesh against his.
He bent down and kissed Pete, their tongues finding each other immediately, and when Pete began thrusting once more into Chad, Toby stood up and thrust his own cock into Pete’s eager mouth. Pete sucked on the cock head first, exploring the fleshy helmet with his tongue and then dipping the tip of his tongue into the eye of Toby’s cock.
Toby clamped his fingers around his nipples and began to twist and tweak them while Pete’s lips slipped up and down his rigid shaft. The sight of his cock disappearing between Pete’s full, dark pink lips was overpowering. He reached forward and grabbed Pete’s head, gripping it almost too hard as he pulled it deeper onto his cock. He held Pete’s head close to him, so close that he could feel Pete’s nose inhaling air through the thick tangle of pubic hair around his cock. He enjoyed the sensation of his cock head resting against the soft, delicate tissue at the back of Pete’s throat, and only when he heard Pete choke, did he release him.
His cock was slick with Pete’s saliva and he wanted nothing more than to bury it deep inside his lover. With one hand on Pete’s shoulder, he stepped behind Pete, got down on his knees
and guided his prick, slick with spit, into Pete’s tight arsehole. Pete moaned, letting his head fall back against Toby’s chest, and when he turned it, Toby put his lips on Pete’s and kissed him firmly.
Slowly he thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock into Pete. After a clumsy start he was soon able to co-ordinate his thrusts with Pete’s. As Pete pulled his cock back, Toby thrust forward. As Pete thrust forward into Chad, Toby pulled back. This way they were both able to obtain maximum penetration.
From in front, Toby heard Chad panting.
“I’m going to cum,” he said breathily.
Toby looked over Pete’s shoulder just as a streak of cum gushed out from Chad’s swollen cock head, but the sticky man goo didn’t splatter against Chad’s stomach and chest. Instead it was sucked into the air where it disappeared. Toby furrowed his brow, yet the mysterious destination of Chad’s load hadn’t seemed to have stemmed his sexual energy. He could feel his own climax building deep within his abdomen.
He kept thrusting despite hearing Pete grunt as he withdrew his cock from Chad’s tight arsehole and shot an abundant load of cock cream in an arc over Chad’s torso. This load of cum didn’t hit Chad either. Each globule of cum drifted up into the purple mist until it was absorbed into the thickening haze.
Now Toby’s hips were slamming into Pete with frightening intensity. Pete didn’t seem to mind and part of Toby didn’t care either. It felt so unbelievably wonderful. Still, there was a part of Toby that wondered how much of this was him and how much belonged to some other force. In a far off place deep within his mind he wondered what he was doing fucking Pete anyway. He was a bottom. He took cock, he didn’t give it. On the few occasions he had topped it was never like this. The loud smacking sound of his hips slamming against the hairy flesh of Pete’s buttocks was new to him. He had never been this rough or as forceful. It wasn’t in his nature. Nevertheless, he could feel his cock swell and balls tighten.
He wanted nothing more than to shoot his load up inside the man he loved, but something was telling him to withdraw. On the final thrust he could feel an almighty explosion in his groin. He pulled his cock out and shot a load such as he had never blown before. Despite only being an inch or two from Pete none of the cum touched him. It did a ninety-degree turn and streamed up into the purple mist, where it disappeared from sight.
Toby sat back on his heels puffing and panting. Pete turned around and they started kissing. Chad joined them. Soon there were other hands and other cocks as the Captain, Zeke and Bird, followed by Lennie and Sandy, joined them. Despite having only just ejaculated, each of them was soon steel-hard again. Lost in ecstasy, Toby slid down Pete’s body until he was sprawled on his back. Sandy wasted no time in positioning himself between Toby’s legs. After sliding a finger into Toby’s arsehole, he planted his lips on one of Toby’s nipples and began to suck.
“Nice tight cunt, girl,” he said.
Before Toby could protest, the Captain sat down on his face, planting his lightly-haired arsehole directly over his mouth. As two of Sandy’s fingers fucked him, he sucked and licked the Captain’s arse lips. As he felt them relax, he stuck the tip of his tongue inside, pushing it as deeply through the ring of muscle as he could.
Unseen, but definitely felt, Sandy introduced the bulbous head of his cock into Toby’s arsehole. Toby grimaced in the privacy of the Captain’s arsehole. Only when the flash of white-hot pain radiating out from his anus died away could he enjoy Sandy’s sizeable cock penetrating him all the way to the pubic bush, which tickled the sensitive skin of his perineum. Sandy began thrusting and Toby spread his legs a little more to give the man more room to manoeuvre.
“That’s it, girl,” said Sandy. “Make way for daddy’s big cock.”
Toby felt Sandy’s hands at his nipples, twisting and pulling on them just a little too roughly. Yet his body writhed under Sandy’s attentions.
The Captain reached under his thighs and gave Toby’s cheek a little slap.
“Come on girl, keep that tongue going.”
What was with calling him a girl? It sounded foreign and yet Toby found he didn’t dislike it altogether. In fact he reached up, hooked his hands over Captain Bartlett’s muscular thighs and pulled them down, suffocating himself in the musty confines of the Captain’s arse.
“That’s it, girl. Eat my hole.”
The Captain wriggled his arse against Toby’s face, forcing Toby’s tongue further up inside him.
Toby reached down and took his cock in his hand. While Sandy pounded his arse and the heat from the friction radiated out across his thighs and abdomen, he started jerking off. Despite having only ejaculated minutes earlier, he could feel himself ready to blow once more. And he was not the only one. Overhead he heard the Captain cry out. Toby could only imagine that it was because he was cumming again, a theory given weight when the Captain finally got up from Toby’s face allowing Toby to see that the surroundings had still not changed. He also saw Sandy close his eyes and arch his back.
“Ready for my load?” said Sandy as drops of sweat fell from his jaw onto Toby’s naked abdomen.
Toby barely noticed it. His hand flew up and down his pulsing shaft. The action of Sandy’s cock head against his hardening prostate sent him beyond the point of no return. He reached down and grabbed his balls, squeezing them as a second thick load of cum streaked out of his cock only to be sucked up by the purple mist which was now so thick he thought he could feel it pressing down against his flesh.
Sandy pulled out and also delivered to the mist a second load. Like everyone else’s cum, it was sucked upwards only to disappear right before their eyes. Toby turned his head and caught Pete withdrawing his cock from Zeke’s arse. The silvery jet of spunk shot upwards in defiance of the laws of gravity.
Toby rolled away from the mass of naked male flesh and allowed himself a few seconds to catch his breath. There was a dull ache between his legs. His cock and jaw were also throbbing from over-exertion. He closed his eyes and willed the ache to subside, but the effort of exerting himself to the extent he had that afternoon had worn him out. He was drifting into a light sleep he had no power to prevent. The fragrant air had given way to the familiar salty smell of the sea air. Just for a minute, he told himself as he felt fingers of sleep enfold him.
In his dream he had opened his eyes. The luxurious surroundings had gone and left in their wake was the wood and rope and canvas landscape of The Phantom’s top deck. He sat up groggily and noticed the other men in a similar state of bewilderment; everyone looking slowly around at everyone else. The Captain seemed particularly perturbed by his naked state.
“How did I…?” he began.
Toby then looked up and gasped as he saw a large purple form, enormous even though it was several dozen metres above the ship. Its face was African—large flat nose and full sensual lips. Its upper body was solid and muscular with the sun glistening on the peaks of each individual muscle. A large cock hung down between two muscular thighs which tapered off to wispy tendrils that trailed in the breeze.
It was watching Toby and his crewmates looking up at it, but it showed no sign that it had a message for the men. It simply hovered above them, its eyes on them and their eyes upon it.
“What is it?” asked Bird.
Toby was glad someone had asked, for he too had a burning desire to put a name to the mysterious purple figure.
“Djinn,” said the Captain. “I’ve heard tales of them haunting these parts. Never anything like this though.”
“Surely they can’t exist,” said Chad.
“Don’t you believe your own eyes?” said the Captain.
Toby believed his eyes were looking at something, although after the last hour or so he didn’t feel as though he could trust any of his senses. He had no idea what it was that was so keenly observing them from such a lofty height. It remained stationery as the men gathered in a small group to discuss what it was and what it might want with them and their cum.
“I tell yo
u it’s a bleedin’ djinn. It’s using us. Isn’t it bleedin’ obvious?”
And he was so adamant that the other men conceded it probably was, after all, a djinn. It seemed to Toby to be as logical as anything else he and his crewmates could come up with.
Despite having cum twice in the space of half an hour, Toby unexpectedly found himself hard again. He looked first at his hardening cock and then at the hardening cocks of those around him.
“Not again,” moaned Lennie looking on the verge of tears. “I can’t cum again.”
Toby felt a strange sensation in his cock, like he was cumming though without the accompanying intense feeling. Three small dots of cum floated out of the head of his cock and ascended to the hovering djinn. Traces of cum left the cocks of all the men and joined with Toby’s to create a golf ball-sized glob of cum the djinn absorbed, thereby giving itself legs which it used to walk through the sky towards the mainland.
“Have you ever seen anything…?” Bird’s small voice trailed off into silence.
The djinn turned and gave them one last look before disappearing into the horizon.
Lennie shook his head. “I don’t know how much of this I can take. I’ve been on ships most of my adult life and have never gone through the amount of freaky crap I have on this voyage.”
Sandy found his trousers and extracted a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. He lit a cigarette and shook his head. “All I know is…” He blew a lungful of smoke out. “…if my wife finds out that I’ve fucked another woman, I’m dead meat.”
“If he ever finds out it wasn’t a woman he was fuckin’ then it’ll be you and Lennie that are dead meat,” whispered Pete.
“Hey, it wasn’t my fault,” Toby protested. “It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t!”
Toby woke up with a start. For a split second he was disoriented. He was on the ship. That was one thing, at least. He looked into the late afternoon sky and found the vast expanse of blue interrupted only by the odd tuft of cloud.
“Am I awake?” he asked Pete who was sitting against the shroud looking either exhausted or stunned.
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