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A Sailor Boy’s Sex Education.
Greasing the Pistons, and Lubing the Rods.
As usual, Ross Barker wandered through the ship, gliding along Europe’s captivating waterways. Living aboard their channel freighter with his parents and their dedicated crew had its moments for the young man. Especially if he could get a moment away from his Belgian stepmother. Suddenly, an alarming cacophony shattered the monotonous drone of the ship’s engine. Or the sound of the river water lapping against the ship’s hull. It was coming from deep inside the engine room.
Panic surged as he realized it resembled a bear attacking deckhand Marcus. His imagination spun wild images of his hero in a fierce struggle. The growls sounded deep and throaty, reminiscent of a laboring diesel engine pounding against a swift river’s current. Fueled by worry for his friend, Ross steeled himself to uncover the chaos’s source in the depths of the engine room.
Before now, Ross had just finished five years of basic nautical schooling ashore. Learning the merchant shipping trade, like his father. But he couldn’t stand it any longer. After five years on land, Ross wanted to get back on board. Boarding schools weren’t for him either. Even though he did learn a few things there that no other school could teach Ross. His dick and ass saw plenty of action. That wasn’t the issue. It was the life in the restrictive school that took Ross to task. So, his father agreed to take him back on board to finish his last three years of training there. Ross wasn’t suited for a scholastic life. Or for long stints ashore. No, Ross needed to roam the seven seas. And have a love in every port.
Despite his growing confidence, Ross understood there was still much to learn. Fortunately, he had the guidance of Marcus, a spirited 23-year-old deckhand, and Klaus, the experienced second mate at 38. They took him under their wings, providing support and a wealth of knowledge. To Ross, they felt like father figures — always ready to lend a hand or share a cheeky story that added a spark of fun to the learning process. Their camaraderie was infectious, making each lesson an adventure in itself.
Ross’s Belgian stepmother was, to put it lightly, far from pleased. In fact, discontent seemed to be her default state. She recently decided to send her own son, Justin, to live ashore with her older brother and his family. Justin is three years younger than Ross. And the lad had been adopted by Johnathan Barker.
Sending Justing to live with his aunt and uncle was intended to grant Justin the opportunity to attend the merchant naval school. All without having to endure the rigidity of boarding school accommodations that Ross had experienced.
On the other hand, she was adamant that Justin would not suffer the same fate as Ross in homeschooling. A path she deemed unsuitable for her son. Ironically, despite her best intentions, Justin loathed his time with the foster family.
Yet, when he was with Ross and Marcus, a transformation occurred; Justin thrived in their company, his spirit soaring as he found camaraderie and joy. Ross, meanwhile, struggled in his relationship with his stepmother, who seemed to take particular delight in scrutinizing his every action and correcting his behavior at every turn. He could only enjoy the freedom of roaming the ship when his mother was busy piloting their boat from the wheelhouse — a rare reprieve on this day, which cast a brief glimmer of hope for an adventure.
When Ross slyly looked around the edge of the engine room bulkhead, he saw his father, Johnathan Barker, pounding poor old Marcus’s butthole. Reaching round to tug roughly at his big dick. Ross’s father had Marcus bent over the engine. The coveralls of Marcus were ripped over the ass seam. A large tub of grease stood beside the men. John dipped his hand in it to lube up Marcus’s erect piston. Jerking the 23-year-old seaman as he fucked the living daylights out of the guy. His dad was twice the age of Marcus. But they somehow did look good together to Ross.
Ross had always known that Marcus was oversexed. He continuously made lewd remarks and sexual innuendos. But this? No, nothing had prepared Ross for what he saw his father doing with Marcus in the engine room.
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Deckhand Markus is getting worked on by the Captain in the engine room.
The guy enjoyed this tremendously as he turned his head around to kiss Ross’s dad. He got pounded hard by him. And although the seaman yelped at the onslaught, he grinned from ear to ear. Pulling John in tight with both his gloved hands. “Fuck me hard, John. God, I missed you inside my ass. Slam it in! Take that hole,” squealed Marcus, horny.
“Oh, fuck yeah, Boy, your ass feels so lovely. If it weren’t for the rear admiral upstairs, I would nail your hole daily!” grunted Captain Johnathan at his horny deckhand. Apparently, they had done this before, concluded Ross. Watching the marvel with an increasing amount of pleasure.
Ross had put his hand down his work pants and rubbed himself lustfully. Intently watching the spectacle he was witnessing.
His jaw dropped to the floor when his father pulled out Marcus’s fuck-hole. Ross had never seen the massive and hard dick of his father like this. The glistening veined cock was at least 10-inches, guessed Ross. He shot one giant stream of cum against Marcus’s butt and rammed the squirting monster back inside without remorse. Pounding the deckhand with meanly sharp thrusts and pumping the asshole full of his man-juice. John’s head was bright red, and the veins in his neck bulged out. He grunted and sighed loudly with every push of his monster through Marcus’s torn coveralls.
John pulled Marcus upright against his chest. Tugging at his meat with the lubed hand. It was at that precise moment they saw Ross watching them. Both men instantly stopped every movement in fright. Seeing Ross standing in the doorway, watching them fuck.
Ross had dropped his pants around his ankles and was vigorously jerking himself off. Both Marcus and Ross came at the same time. Looking in shock at each other with wide eyes. Shooting their pent-up cum straight at each other.
Ross quickly pulled his pants up and boldly stepped into the engine room. He went straight for the wide-eyed, frozen men. He dropped to his knees and kissed the dripping dickhead of Marcus. At the same time, caressing the plump balls of his father. Who’s dick was still locked inside Marcus’s clamped cock-hole.
“Jesus, Ross! What the F!” grunted Marcus, trembling. Feeling Ross go down on him. John looked over Marcus’s shoulder down at Ross. The boy took the tender cockhead of Marcus in his mouth. Cleaning the pipe well and sucking every last drop of cum out of it.
“Where the fuck did you learn that boy?” sighed his father, horny.
“That’s what you get from a boarding school education, Dad. Enough horny dicks around there to practice on,” grinned Ross. Looking up at the two flabbergasted men gazing down at him. Ross gagged a little. And both his father and Marcus laughed.
“Looks like you need a little more practice, Ross,” joked John at his son.
“Oh God... Yes, please! This is so much hotter than with the girls that I -...”.
Ross instantly stopped talking and bit his tongue. His father gave him a pat on the head.
“It’s okay, boy. We understand. Just don’t tell your mom,” grinned Marcus. He finally released John’s cock from his ass. Ross peered around Marcus’s leg at his dad’s dick and put it in his hand.
“No! That’s Marcus’s job, boy. You don’t want to make him jealous,” said John. And Marcus squatted next to Ross and gobbled up John’s manhood for a service job. Educating the keenly looking Ross. Taking John’s cock deep down his throat. The deckhand sucked and licked the nicely veined dick clean. And Ross caressed his dad’s fat balls as he got a close-up view. Sounds, smells, and all. Looking at Marcus. Watching how he sucked the Captain deep down his throat. Learning all he could from his hero.
“Now! That’s what I call homeschooling! Shit, you guys look so fucking hot together,” sighed Ross hornily. Realizing that Captain Johnathan did not look this hot on his wife’s arm. John pulled Ross up off the engine room floor and put an arm around his son. He ordered Marcus to blow his boy, too.
“Ooh... God... Ah!... Yes, Oh, fuck Marcus... Slow down, man... Suck it... Shit your good, man. Your mouth feels so warm... Ooh... Ahh... Stop, or I cum!” screamed Ross. Marcus was voraciously bouncing his mouth over the tip of Ross’s still-growing 8-inch proud cock. Growing up at the boarding school, the boy-toy had already seen its fair share of action. His old man pulled Marcus over Ross’s aching dick. Making the cock instantly disappear down Marcus’s throat.
Ordering his boy, “... Feed him, Ross!” Saying proudly, “... You have earned this. Lube that filthy throat. Shoot it inside there.”
Ross gasped for air. And when the boy felt Marcus’s slick finger disappear up his bum, he instantly dumped ropes of cum down the choking pipe.
Ross had cum in a mouth before. But nothing like this. He fucking loved this brutal feeling. Although Marcus sputtered and gagged on the large amount of cum that Ross had fed him. He, too, had loved this young sailor-boy semen.
The three of them cleaned up a little and got dressed. Without saying much, the men relished in the pleasure of each other’s desires.
From that moment onward, the energy aboard the ship transformed dramatically. Ross was thrilled to be moved into the forward cabin alongside Marcus. While Klaus took over Ross and Justin’s old cabin.
John spun an elaborate tale to his wife to explain this sudden shift, but Ross couldn’t care less; he was seizing the moment! He had always felt an undeniable connection to Marcus, sensing that this was his chance to dive deeper into experiences that had eluded him during his boarding school days.
The second mate, Klaus, had never liked the queer jokes Marcus made. He was, figured Ross, a pussy hound. Although Klaus had a foul mouth, too. Ross did not feel aroused by the explicit sexual topics Klaus discussed. It was mainly about the women he had used. Unlike Marcus, Klaus used crude, female degrading language — like most sailors do — but it did not have the same effect on Ross. On the other hand, Marcus’s gay charm did. Lending Ross a gay porn mag or having a shared wank at night.
Not that this move led to very much more sex with Marcus after that. John had been very strict with his deckhand about it. He was only to teach the lad with words. Not with actions. Ross was way too young for that. Even though his son was rapidly approaching manhood. But every now and then, the Captain snuck into the forward cabin to screw Marcus himself. Because he wasn’t getting it from his wife anymore. It did not bother them that Ross witnessed their every move. The boy seemed to enjoy the late-night shows, anyway. He was just happy for the two of them. At any rate, it was better than watching porn.
The second mate, Klaus, and his dad, Johnathan Barker, took care of Ross’s nautical schooling. And Marcus took care of his other needs. Training Ross in a gym that the muscular deckhand had constructed behind the forward cabin. Bulking up the boy’s muscles. Helping him with his nautical studies and filling Ross’s dirty brain with the stacks of porn he had collected over the years. Keeping Ross’s stepmother in the dark about what was happening with the boys.
Captain John had timed his son′s birthday with a five-day layover in Amsterdam. Loading lumber for Berlin. So they could celebrate the young sailor′s birthday in style. Before Ross and John would go on leave, Marcus gave Ross a razor-sharp custom-made Grimsmo knife. Something his mom had always tried to prevent. But he felt the boy could use a little more protection. And Captain Johnathan did not mind. The three men compared knives in the wheelhouse. Eating cake and drank a few too many Heinekens. Sharing stories of their sexual endeavors ashore. It was one of his better birthday′s, concluded Ross.
That evening, in the privacy of the forward cabin, Marcus also gave Ross a nasty black dildo, condoms, and a big bottle of lube. As horny as he always was, Ross wanted to try them out right away. So, Marcus took Ross’s adult ass hard and deep. Breeding Ross, in the same way that his father always bred the deckhand.
Flipping around, he even let Ross do the same to his asshole. They could go at it undisturbed because John’s wife went on holiday for a couple of weeks. Conveniently forgetting that Ross was having his birthday soon. She had never accepted Ross as she did her own son, Justin. Heck, she made sure the boys were kept far away from each other. Fearing that Justin would take after Ross.
John took his good-looking, muscular oldest son for his eighteenth birthday to get a tattoo and ear piercing. After that shopping spree, Ross’s father took his son to the Amsterdam red-light district to get him laid, now that he was of age. Ross fucked two hookers. The first he did together with his father. The second by himself. But when he came out, Ross had a disappointed look on his face.
“What′s wrong, boy?” asked John. “She didn’t want it up the ass either! Give me a proper ass-fuck any day. Dad, I think I am gay! These women don’t do it for me anymore,” sighed Ross, frustrated.
“In that case, I think I will take you to my favorite club. But first, let’s get you dressed like a real sailor,” grinned John dirty at his eldest.
As a joke, Johnathan bought Ross a black duffle coat and a white navy sailor’s hat. Ross opened up most of the buttons on his white shirt, exposing his smooth chest. Then he pulled up the collar on the duffle coat and put on the navy cap to complete the look. The muscle stud really looked the part. If you didn′t know any better, Ross could have walked off a navy vessel with a 4-day weekend pass and a boner.
Late in the afternoon, the Barkers walked into a gay pub for a few beers.
“Hey, Johnny! You dirty old seadog.” called the bartender over at the men. “Are you back in town? How is the wife? Is she still... well, you know, in the dark? And who’s this cool-looking stud you’re with? A new fling?”
Without waiting for an order, he pulled two large pints and placed them on the counter before the men.
“Hello, Ronny. Good to see you again, buddy! This is Ross, my son. He wants to get his piston greased today. He just turned 18!” answered Johnathan, excitedly.
“The dungeon is really busy. I am sure your boy will enjoy himself down there,” said the gay bartender with a dirty smirk at Ross.
“Nah, I want to treat him good. How about you set him up with a few lads upstairs? Give him the run of the place. Let the Master teach this pup some new tricks!” grinned John, dirty. Ross got a little nervous when he heard his father speak like that.
“Okay, if you think he is ready for that... Why don’t you drink up, men! These are on the house if you promise to take me up yours again, Captain!” winked Ronny. Looking nasty at John.
And to Ross, the bartender said: “Ross, boy, go take a look downstairs. See if you find anything you like in the dungeon. You’ll have a great time tonight. I’ll promise you that.”
Amazed, Ross looked at his dad and back at Ron, the bartender. With a dirty grin and a semi-hard dick, he walked down to the dungeon. Ross had more of a hop in his step than usual. Promising himself that he would not let this opportunity go to waste. Because he knew he was going on a homeschooling educational field trip tonight.
At the bottom of the stairs to the dungeon, Ross had to stop for a moment. His eyes needed to adjust to the darkness down there. Only a few red lightbulbs illuminated the black walls. The smell of beer, piss, cum, and weed filled his senses. And from the sounds he heard, Ross could make out that the place was packed with horny fuckers. Slurping, moaning, and grunting sounds came from every cramped corridor and the private rooms.
Where ever Ross went, he got felt up and stroked by horny devils. He passed men in all shapes, sizes, and colors. Most had their dicks hanging out, ready for action.
Once Ross entered a larger space, he saw a couple of younger men standing around a sex sling. They were abusing the bound victim in turn. The slave was being pounded in every hole, and both his hands lustfully serviced two more dick’s on either side of him. Several more horny basterds were watching the scene, jerking themselves off, awaiting their turn.
A big, black, muscular daddy walked over to Ross and stood beside him by the door. Invading Ross’s private space without giving it a second thought. The leather bodybuilder was his father’s age. But twice as muscular. And that impressed Ross no end. However, he was suitably intimidated by the dominant ebony muscle god. Even more so when the man grabbed Ross’s hand and made it stroke his shaft over his leather jeans, without preamble. Ross stood nailed to the ground. Not knowing what he needed to do.
“Hey, sailor. Or should I say, seaman? Or do you prefer semen?” joked the man naughty with an intense and dark tone of voice. Making Ross feel its deep rumble in his tummy.
“Like what you see, boy?” asked the Master gruffly. Adding, “... You could take that pig’s place if you play your cards right, boy.”
“Oh, no! No, Sir, I could never do that, Sir. I would need a heck of a lot more training,” stammered Ross with a tremble in his voice. His gaze fixated on the slave in the sling. His hand was firmly groping at the monster rod hidden inside the leather pants beside him. Ross actually liked the feel of the hot shaft of the Master through the thick leather.
“Good answer, boy. This club is a great place for some sex-ed,” laughed the leather man meanly. Saying, “... I am Master Tom. And that is my German pig slave, Gunter."
He looked Ross up and down for a fleeting moment and called to the men using Gunter, "... Take it up a notch, boys. Let’s show this virgin how it is really done!”
The guy fucking Gunter pulled out. And a grungy-looking guy in leather pants and a denim jacket slammed his rod meanly into the slave. Making him yelp. Even though his throat was roughly being filled by two cocks face-fucking the pig simultaneously.
“Jesus! Gunter must be a ventriloquist, Sir. He can yell with his mouth full of dick,” joked Ross to Master Tom. The Master laughed vigorously and stuffed Ross’s hand down his fly. Ross felt the semi-erect tool grow in his hand. He tried to stroke it. But the thing was so long he could not reach the end of it. Ross stroked the thick phallus while both Master Tom and Ross watched the action in the sling.
“Those are some damned cool-looking leather pants!” sighed Ross, a little too horny at Tom.
“I am glad you like them, boy. I think you would look good in a pair like mine,” answered Master Tom with a smile.
“Not yours! Those pants of the guy screwing your boy. With a thru zip from front to back... Fuck, I do need to get me a pair like that!” replied Ross.
Master Tom got mad at the honest but insulant remark. He had expected Ross to worship his outfit. Rather than the kinky clothes of one of the patrons. Instantly ripping the sailor’s hand from his cock and out his leather pants. He pushed Ross gruffly to the center of the room. Punching the man fucking Gunter painfully in the lower back. The fucker folded over onto Gunter in agony. But when he tried to get up, the pig slave grabbed the asshole in a headlock.
Master Tom stood behind Ross. He pulled off his duffle coat and yanked open Ross’s jean zipper. Sliding one hand down the back of it, Master Tom resolutely cut Ross’s jeans open at the crotch with an enormous 12-inch flip knife. Making sure he missed the crown jewels. Letting his ass hang out in the breeze. Well, the thing looked more like a sword than a knife. Exposing everything, Ross’s pants were hiding. Only leaving his belt to hold up the tattered jean halves.
His 9-inch pipe pointed straight forward at the fuckers hole. With a mean push, Master Tom shoved Ross ahead. Forcing all of it into the exposed hole between the leather-clad buttocks. Shocked, Ross looked back to the Master. Tom shouted at Ross: “... Fuck him!” with an evil tone of voice Ross could not ignore. But he hesitated. Was this really what he wanted?
Master Tom pulled off his studded belt. Whipping the lad across the ass with it. Shouting, “... I said, FUCK HIM!... Obey me, boy!” Screamed the Master, angry.
The sting on his butt was more significant than the resistance of the lubed ass the fucker was offering Ross. So he pitched forward. Making his balls slam hard against the moaning pig-fucker.
“Aww... Ooh... Ouch... Arghh,” complained the fucker in agony. And Ross started to pump the asshole gently. Again Master Tom whipped the belt across Ross’s ass several times.
“Is that all you got, boy? I said, FUCK!... Now, have at it. Make the pig squeal, seaman! Use that hole Or... Or... I will use mine raw on yours!”
Master Tom had moved, and Ross saw the threatening 12-inch by 8-inch girthy ebony monster fully erect and resting in Gunter’s hand. Ross swallowed his pride and railed the fucker’s ass as rough as he could.
The bartender and his father watched Ross from the dungeon room’s door. Seeing how he nailed the anonymous gay extremely hard.
“Yep, that’s one of yours, alright. Look at the lad go!... He is either a seaman or an oil rig driller,” joked Ronny to Captain Johnathan.
“Yeah, my boy is ready for it. My deckhand taught him well. A little too well, perhaps. But that’s not the question. My question is, is your ass ready for mine?”
Ron grinned dirty and handed a brown bottle to Master Tom. The ebony leather god drenched his black neck scarf in the liquid. Tying it around Ross’s mouth and nose. The sailor boy struggled a little. But he lost all strength and the will to resist.
Without warning, Ross became acutely aware of his new surroundings. He was getting used and abused by several men. Time and time again, they fucked him without mercy on a leather bed. Up against a wooden cross. Tied over a fuck bench. Bound in a sling. For hours and hours on end. The nasty fuckers worked all his cavities. Until Master Tom split the lad wide open with his foot-long schlong.
The other men had all been wearing condoms. Not so, Master Tom. He barebacked his new bitch. All Ross could do was watch the onslaught as if he was watching a rude bondage porn movie from a distance. His out-of-body experience ended as Tom bred the lad and made Ross lick his balls clean with all of the 12 inches stuffed deep down the boy’s throat. For any normal human being, it is an impossibility. But Ross somehow managed it. And that pleased the filming and photographing bystanders no end. It went dark for Ross when Master Tom shot a second load down his throat.
The next thing Ross remembered was waking up in a grungy back alley. He lay on his duffle coat, and the sailor’s cap hid the exposed prick. Ross′s eyes had to adjust to the bright rays of the morning sun hitting his face. His torn clothes lay in a heap beside him. The smelly black scarf was still tied around his neck. But so was a thick chain with a padlock. And all across his pecs, Ross felt the sting of a new tattoo. It matched the tribal tattoo on his arm. And then there was the heavy metal ball-stretcher that was clamped around his scrotum. Ross could not get it off. It needed tools to do that.
Although he saw his cut jeans lying next to him in a puddle, he did not feel fully naked. Looking down past the sailor’s cap, Ross saw that he was wearing leather jeans with a zipper from front to back. The same kind Ross had so adored the night before. He found his phone in the folded-up edge of the sailor’s cap. He opened it up. The photo app showed the nasty porn pictures and videos that were taken with it. He browsed through them in bewilderment.
Ross had gotten homeschooled, alright. It’s just a shame he could not remember any of it. He put on the sailor’s cap and tried to get up. But there was an odd sensation coming from his backdoor. He put his hand down the back and felt something poking out of his ass. Slowly, he gripped the slimy feeling thing and pulled it out. One of the fuckers had left a filled rubber straight up his hole. Disgusted and pleased at the same time, he zipped up the kinky leather pants and put on the coat. He grabbed his wallet and belt from his ripped jeans and left. Heading back for the dock.
“Where the hell have you been, boy?” shouted Marcus, worried. When he saw Ross strolling up the dock toward their ship. Calling, “... Hurry the fuck up, Barker. We are about to leave!”
Ross saw that Marcus was about to cast off the ship. And he ran for the ship. Making a long jump, he just in time clambered back on board.
“Why are we leaving so soon, Marcus?” asked Ross, flabbergasted at his mate.
“What do you mean, soon? You have been gone for three days! And that’s not all. When John came back, he nailed me in the wheelhouse. And... Uhm... Well... Your mom caught us. She has packed up and left him with Klaus. Sorry, man,” sighed Marcus, worried, “... And what the fuck are you wearing? Did you join the American Navy while you were gone, boy?” Marcus smirked naughtily at Ross in his leather jeans, navy duffle coat, black neck scarf, and sailor’s cap.
“Look who’s finally decided to show up!” called his father over the intercom. Ross raised an arm and waved at Captain John in the wheelhouse. He rushed to him to ask what the fuck was going on. Johnathan merely handed Ross a stack of divorce papers his wife had left for him. John had already signed them, “... Good riddance,” sighed Ross to his dad as he kissed the man on his mouth.
“Jesus, boy, your face is crusty from all the dried-up cum. Go, wash up!”
Ross laughed dirty at his father’s remark. He felt the man stroking his leather-clad ass. Whispering impressed, “... Nice pants, boy.”
“Ooh shit Dad, do I have a story to tell you!” said Ross, excited.
“That will have to wait! Go and help Marcus; it’s only us three now. Klaus also quit, but I think we can manage for a while. Right, son?” asked his father.
“We sure as fuck can, Daddy. Your bed is big enough for the three of us!” winked Ross as he ran back to Marcus to cast off the ship.
Johnathan directed the channel freighter upriver. They were heading to Berlin with a full load of lumber. Later that day, Ross told the whole story of his homeschooling at the gay club with Master Tom. Showing Marcus the metal ball-stretcher clamped around his scrotum and the padlocked chain around his neck. Marcus rushed to the engine room to get a set of Allen keys and a boltcutter to ′free′ the boy.
Johnathan had a lengthy phone call with his youngest, Justin, about his mom wanting to divorce him. Apparently, she had left the boy at his aunt and uncle’s place. Wanting nothing more to do with him, either. And without hesitation, Justin asked if he could move back on board with Ross and him. Things were not going well for Justin. Warned the lad to his stepfather. Apparently, the news of the pending divorce was the last straw for the boy. Ross knew his half-brother had despised his uncle. And Justin took it out on their kids.
From then on, Justin could spend every school holiday onboard with the Barkers. Putting into practice what he had learned at the nautical school. Giving him the edge over his classmates. Spending time with Ross, Marcus, and his stepfather.
The new second mate, Tobias, had been a teacher at his school. And he had also taught Ross before him. But the 41-year-old German had always wanted to return to his previous profession. Combining this job with teaching the boys was a dream come true for him.
It also helped Ross prepare for his final exams. Ross finished his education with top marks. He even got some extra certifications that granted him officer status. With a few more years on the water, Ross could easily go for his own Captain’s license. Justin had a lot more trouble with his schooling, though.
At some point, Justin had been caught stealing. And not long after that, he was found fucking the siblings of the folks he was staying with. Apparently, Justin was just as gay as the rest of the menfolk onboard their ship. Somehow, that came as no surprise to Ross. The nerdy lad had always come across a little queer to him. No one else would have noticed it. But as half-brothers, they had spent enough time together for Ross to see the little things.
Ross sent his bro a picture of his homeschooling years. It was the picture of him choking down on the ebony 12 inches of Master Tom. Within seconds, Justin sent Ross a dick-pic back.
“Here is thinking of you! Maybe you can teach me a thing or two, bro? You’ll have to hurry, ’cause dad wants me to go to boarding school!” read the message by the horny photo.
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Ross Barker on his way to pick up his half-brother.
The day they docked, Ross convinced his dad to let him be the one to pick up Justin from their aunt and uncle’s place. He raced the 200 miles to pick the lad up. Once he was near, he texted Justin to get ready. As soon as Ross pulled up, Justin kissed his cousins goodbye. Those boys knew this was the last time they would see Justin Barker. And they did not look happy losing their cuddle buddy. They had learned so much from him.
Jumping into the pickup truck with his best friend, Justin called, "... Get me the hell away from here, Ross. Before Uncle Clause stops me from leaving!”
Ross put his foot down. The uncle came running outside, expecting to give Captain Johnathan Barker an earful. But he saw that it was Ross who whisked the dirty, oversexed Justin away. Honking the horn, Ross stuck an arm out the window to wave back at the man. A middle finger riding the air, like a surfer would ride the waves. He made the truck scream out of sight.
During the 200-mile journey back, the boys caught up on current affairs. Talking about their newly discovered similarities. They exchanged dirty looks. Grinning broadly at each other as they discussed all their life-changing experiences. Justin put a hand on Ross’s gear stick.
“Damn, bro, those are some cool pants. That leather-look fit’s you, Ross!” sighed Justin, a little horny at the feel of the stiffening dick in the leather pants. The 18-year-old brushed his hair aside and took a long, hard look at Ross. Ross quickly glanced back at Justin, and he put an arm around his stepbrother. “Go for it, Justin... Unzip me before it bursts out of there,” panted Ross.
Without hesitation, Justin pulled the zipper open. Ross opened his legs a little to give Justin even better access. And the boy dove down over the 9 inches. “Ooh, hell yeah! Suck it, bro. That’s nice... Awe, you’re doing a great job, boy... Lick it... Oh, Ah, Shit yeah, Suck me, Justin... Fuck, this feels so nice!” gasped Ross, horny as hell, getting an incredible blowjob on the German Autobahn.
Ross pulled over at the next Raststätte. The service area was pretty secluded. So the boys had all the privacy they wanted to really get to know each other.
Ross stuck a hand down the back of Justin’s sweatpants as the boys kissed. And Justin gave Ross full access. Moaning lustfully in Ross’s mouth as the boys kept fooling around.
“Ross, if I had known about this, I would have found a way back on board much sooner!” Justin hugged his half-brother tightly and cried a little.
Ross pulled the lad off the passenger seat and onto his lap. Justin grabbed Ross’s 9 inches and guided it to his yearning asshole. He sat down on it with a deep sigh of relief and pleasure. Taking the piston as deep as he could. Laying back to Ross’s chest, folding the man’s hands tight over his body. Ross held his bro close. Wiggling his hips up and down a little. Making his rod bounce inside the hottest ass he had for ages.
“Fucking hell, that’s so big. Big ass dick... Pound that puppy in deep... rip me apart! Oh god, Ross. Yes! This is so fucking nice. Take me. Breed me,” yelped Justin incessantly in a commanding tone of voice. He had grabbed the steering wheel and rode the piston wildly.
“Sir, yes, Sir! Down the hatch... Up the spout... It will all cum out!..." Joked Ross between panting breaths. "Fuck... Oh, shit... FUCK YEAH FUCK SIR, HERE IS YOUR ORDER. Take it all! SIR!” screamed Ross. Breeding Justin full of a hot, salty load of cream. And Justin rode the wild thrusts up his butt as if his ship was braving a hurricane.
“Shit Ross! I feel it. Damn, your juice feels so lovely and hot,” exclaimed Justin. Sliding his ass deep over Ross’s rock-hard cock. Screaming, “... Fuck, that hot thing is so big,” sighed Justin giving Ross a warm kiss over his shoulder.
Ross put an arm around the neck of his bro and let his cock sit inside for a long time. Reaching around, Ross took the 7 inches of his stepbrother in a spit-lubed hand. Edging the boy for ages before Justin begged Ross for a release. The steering column and windshield got a lube job of the nasty kind.
After they cleaned their shit up, the boys walked outside to stretch their legs a little. Eating and drinking something on the tailgate of the truck. Ross removed his white officer dress shirt with black epaulets and the company logo.
“Wow, Ross,” said Justin in shock. Looking at the muscular tattooed torso of his brother. “Marcus really did a great number on you! Nice muscular body, bro.”
Justin stroked a hand over Ross’s cool tattoos. Studying every detail in awe. He was deeply in love with the look of his hot half-brother. Taking the nipple between two fingers and tugging at them a little, making the nipple grow hard. Before sucking on it a while.
“FUCK!” exclaimed Justin. “... Let’s get going, or I will nail your ass right here and now! Damn, Ross, you turn me on. You look so fucking hot!”
The last 100 miles back to the ship, the boys could not stop grinning at each other. Justin was happy that the boys could at least spend 3 weeks together. Cruising the European river system before he had to report to the hated boarding school.
And Ross was glad his brother would keep him company in the forward cabin. It had gotten mighty lonely up there since Marcus had moved in with their father.
Justin got put straight to work when he got back on board. And he did his tasks skillfully. The family worked well together.
Ross taught the nerdy Justin to enjoy the gym equipment. Training the lad’s body. Bulking him up a little and teaching him to take care of his physique. So his body could take care of him.
The night before Justin was going to boarding school for two years, Ross took his ass one last time. Flip-fucking each other all night long. Greasing their pistons and pumping the rods raw. Giving Justin some much-needed advice on surviving boarding school.
• The End •
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