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"Blow the Man Down" by Jason Bonds - Chapter 2... After Damon and Lucky had showered, they put on their work clothes, which -- aboard the Apollo -- were interestingly casual. Damon slipped into a tattered, abbreviated pair of jean cut-offs and put on heavy construction shoes and thick athletic socks, which he rolled down. His hair balls and the head of his cock dangled in plain view beneath the frayed edges of his shorts. With his hair swept down on his forehead, Damon looked like a sexy version of Lil' Abner. Lucky -- always the macho man -- put on a pair of tight, faded jeans, heavy work boots and a sleeveless midriff T-shirt. The pale-blue shirt exposed his muscular arms and a flat belly and accentuated his golden tan. He tied a blue bandanna around his head, leaving the loose ends of the knot trailing down onto his shoulder. The bandanna, combined with the wild look in his big brown eyes, made the handsome blonde look vaguely savage. They started up the steep stairway to the deck above, but Damon grabbed Lucky halfway up, wrapping his arms around the surprised fellow. "You gorgeous brute!" the boy smiled, pecking his lover on the lips. "Damn, it's good to have you back." Then his expression became more serious. "Did the probation board give you a hard time?" "Naw," Lucky said, running his hand up under Damon's shorts and squeezing a bare bun. "Just the same old red tape. No hassle, long as I keep a job and stay clear of the drug traffic." He poked a finger into the youth's well-fucked asshole. "Ewww!" Damon squealed, practically climbing Lucky Donovan's big frame. "Don't get me excited again. We've got work to do." "You really did miss me, didn't you?" Lucky smiled, glowing with the self-confidence that came from knowing he was needed. "What do you think?" the boy said as he sank to his knees on the stairway and began kissing Lucky's bare stomach. He clamped his arms around his brawny lover's waist, pressing his face against his belly. "You know I worship you." "That's why they call me Lucky," the blonde said as he pulled Damon to his feet again. "I always get what I want." Then he swatted the kid's ass playfully. "Let's get to work." They squinted at the late afternoon sunshine as they emerged on the deck of the Apollo. The bog trawler was moored, along with dozens of other tuna boats, at Tampa's commercial fishing docks. Tampa Bay sparkled in the late sun, which was casting a golden hue on the fleet of white boats. "We better finish getting the larder stocked," Damon said, standing with his hands on his hips and surveying the tranquil scene of gently rocking boats and gliding sea gulls. "Cotton wants to cast off at daybreak tomorrow and we're low on a few things." "I'll go get the hand-truck," Lucky said as he headed for the gangplank. He stopped abruptly at the portside railing, looking down at the dock below. "Jesus Christ! Come get a load of this." Damon sauntered over to the railing, expecting to see some tourist exhibiting a big fish. His jaw dropped when he saw the guy below. "Man! That's one bitchin' stud!" "Awesome," Lucky said dreamily as he leaned on the railing and kept looking. Their attention was riveted on a young man on the dock who was leaning on a ten-speed bicycle. The bike was at an angle, and the guy was leaning back against it with his feet planted widely apart. He was scantily clad in a yellow Speedo swimsuit that left little to the imagination and a lightweight yellow nylon jacket that was open down the front. A yellow sun visor concealed his face from their view, but they could see that he had coal-black hair and a fantastic body. His darkly suntanned skin contrasted sharply with the pale yellow outfit he wore, and the low angle of the sun made him look like a bronzed statue. "Must be a tourist," Damon remarked, noticing the backpack strapped to the rear of the guy's bike. "Or maybe a sun god," Lucky said, unable to take his eyes from the prominent cock-bulge in the guy's nylon bikini. "Naw," Damon chuckled. "He's got Ft. Lauderdale written all over him. Definitely a tourist." Suddenly, the guy glanced up and spotted them. His face was as beautiful as the rest of him, and both fishermen swooned at his striking good looks. "Maybe you're right," Damon whispered. "It's a god." "I'm looking for Captain Cotton Tyler," the guy shouted up at them. "That either one of you?" Lucky jabbed Damon in the ribs with an elbow. "Shit! We should've guessed. Cotton's got something new going." "What?" the guy yelled from below. "Naw, man," Lucky shouted back. "The captain's not here now." He leaned out, sucking in his belly and flexing his biceps, smiling seductively down at the guy on the dock. "You sure I won't do?" "Lucky!" Damon sputtered, putting his hands on his hips and looking shocked. "I have to see Captain Tyler," the guy below shouted, looking slightly puzzled at Lucky's behavior. "C'mon aboard!" Lucky hollered. The fellow nodded and began wheeling his bike up the gangplank. Lucky grinned at Damon "I don't know what Cotton's got going here, but if that guy's not gay I'll wrestle a shark barehanded." "Hi!" Lucky said warmly as the guy came aboard. He extended a hand. "I'm Lucky Donovan.. and this here's my sweet little boyfriend, Damon West. What can we do for you?" "Rick Marinaro," the suntanned stud said, glancing uncertainly at each of them. "I have business with Captain Tyler. Will he be here before long?" He sounded stern and business-like. "He better be along before long," Damon said. "We're casting off at daybreak." Lucky was standing close to the visitor with his thumbs hooked in the pockets of his Levi's, unabashedly looking him up and down. "What kinda business you got with Cotton?" Lucky asked, doing his best to look tough and butch. "You sure don't look like any businessman." "I have business with the captain," Rick insisted. "And I'm sorry if you don't like my looks." "Oh, we love your looks, man!" Lucky said. "Don't you think he's pretty, Damon?" "No complaints here," Damon grinned, finding himself growing horny at the sight of Rick Marinaro's beautiful body. The boy began to fondle his welling cock, which was hanging out below his cut-offs. Rick saw Damon playing with his prick. He glanced back to Lucky, and saw the wild look in his huge brown eyes. Backing away slowly with his bicycle, he revealed his fear. "You guys already know what I'm here for, don't you?" "Yeah," Lucky said confidently. "I'd say it's pretty obvious." He moved forward, stepping close to Rick again. In the next instant, he reached out and grabbed a handful of the sexy stud's cock-bulge, feeling the long prick that was curled snugly within the thin nylon crotch of his Speedo. "Hey, man!" Rich shouted hoarsely, knocking Lucky's hand away quickly. "Knock that shit off! What the hell's the matter with you guys?" "Whatdya mean -- what's the matter with us?" Lucky said in annoyance. "Look at yourself, man. Prissin' your cute ass around here in that sexy get-up, showing off your bog old cock like that. You ought to keep our goddamned clothes on if you don't want anybody touching you -- you crazy fucker." "Easy, Lucky," Damon said quietly, knowing the bug stud wasn't accustomed to rejection. "Let's be cool now." Rich Marinaro moved back a few steps again. His handsome face was drawn with tension. "Look," he said, "I don't give a shit what you fags do with each other... but don't try any of that crap with me. Okay?" "Fags!" Lucky blurted loudly as his fists clenched automatically. "Why, you son of a bitch! I'm gonna--" "No!" Damon yelled, grabbing Lucky's raised fist before he could hit Rick. The boy looked hard at Rick. "Just get off the fuckin' boat, man. You're not welcome her. Go on!" "I'm not going anywhere till I see Cotton Tyler," Rick said firmly. "And you two goons better leave me alone, if you know what's good for you. Now, when do you expect the captain? I want some answers here!" Lucky and Damon looked at each other in bewilderment for a moment, then both of them began to grin mischievously. "This guy's really asking for it," Lucky said. "Yeah, he is," Damon agreed. "Okay, buddy," Lucky said to Rick. "So what if Cotton is aboard? You think he wants to see you?" "That's what I figured," Rick said, smiling knowingly. "He's hiding out below." He leaned hs bike against a refrigeration unit and looked smugly at Lucky. "Take me to the captain -- now." Pretending they hated doing it, Lucky and Damon led Rick Marinaro down the steep stairway to the cabin below. "Where is he?" Rick demanded authoritatively when he didn't see anyone else below. "Get him!" Lucky yelled. In a sudden flurry of activity, Damon and Lucky grabbed the rude visitor and threw him to the floor. A few punches were exchanged before they subdued him, but nobody was seriously hurt. Then, before Rick knew what was happening, they had him face down on the floor and had tied his hands together with a sheet. A minute later, they had secured each of his ankles to exposed water pipes, leaving him spread-eagled on his stomach. He struggled for a few minutes before he accepted the fact that he was securely bound and helpless. "Help me strip the son of a bitch," Lucky told his young lover. "We'll give him a fuckin' he won't ever forget." "This is a federal offense!" Rick said hoarsely, twisting his neck and looking up at them. "It sure as hell won't be my first federal offense," Lucky laughed as he stopped down and yanked the visor from Rick's head. "Hey, man - - you've got real pretty hair. You know that?" He ran his fingers through the guy's lush black hair. "I... I don't know about this, Lucky," Damon said nervously. "Don't be a fuckin' titty-baby, Damon!" "All right, all right!" It became immediately obvious they wouldn't be able to pull the guy's jacked and trunks off while he was tied up that way, so Lucky ran to the galley and found a knife. When he approached Rick with the knife, the guy's face went pale. "My God!" Rick blurted pathetically. "Go ahead and fuck me if you want to -- just don't kill me!" "I'm not gonna kill you, you fuckin' idiot," Lucky laughed as he knelt down and began cutting the nylon jacket so it could be removed. "I just want to get you naked." "Oh, thank God," Rick murmured, relaxing and resting his cheek on the grimy floor. After that fright, getting fucked in the ass seemed a relatively harmless prospect. After the jacket was cut away, Lucky handed the knife to Damon. "Here. You do the honors with the Speedo, kid." The perverse excitement of committing rape caused Damon's cock to stiffen and project from his cut-offs while he knelt and cut away the flimsy nylon bikini from Rick's loins. Once he had cut through the fabric, he yanked the tattered Speedo away, revealing the guy's gloriously suntanned buns. Lucky whistled at the sexy sight. "Look at that! This guy sunbathes naked -- he's tanned all over." "Uuummm!" Damon purred approvingly, feasting his eyes on Rick's naked body. "He's beautiful." There was no doubt of that. Rick Marinaro was stunningly beautiful. His lithe, sinewy body was a study in muscular symmetry. His deeply tanned skin was smooth and flawless, and a sparse growth of black hair coated his powerful-looking legs. The cutely rounded cheeks of his ass were smooth and tan, and there were sexy dimples in his lower back, just above each bun. The crevice of his ass was hairless, and his furry balls could be seen mashed against the floor between his sprawled legs. "How about if you fuck him first?" Lucky suggested. "Kinda break him in a little before I have at him with my twelve inches." Rick raised his head and looked around. "If you guys do this, I'll report --" Then he saw the knife gleaming on the floor behind Lucky and decided to keep quiet and submit. Damon pulled his cut-offs down over his shoes, stepped out of them and then knelt between Rick's spread legs. The ominous silence was punctuated by the creaking and groaning of the boat. The excited youth bent down and ran his tongue experimentally up Rick's ass-crack. Rick flinched at the touch of Damon's tongue. "That's one helluva good-lookin' ass," Lucky said. "Go ahead and eat him out. I would!" Damon smiled at Lucky. Then he drove his tongue hard against Rick's hairless asshole while he used his fingers to spread his ass-cheeks. After titillating Rick's asshole for a moment with his tongue-tip, the boy fucked his tongue into the tightness of the resisting sphincter. The ass-ring relaxed after a moment, and Damon was able to fuck his hot wet tongue in and out of the guy's ass. "Lord!" Rick moaned when he felt the boy's tongue lubricating his asshole with warm saliva. "You guys don't stop at anything." "To hell with that," Lucky snorted, reaching over and jabbing his finger into Rick's wet asshole. "Uuungh!" Rick grunted, tensing the muscles of his body. "Shit! He is tight as hell," Lucky said. "This is gonna be one fantastic fuck!" He pulled his finger from Rick's ass. "Go to it, boy Fuck the shit out of him!" Damon moved into a push-up position above Rick's naked body. When he guided his cock-head into the crevice of Rick's ass, the young stud moaned and clenched his ass-cheeks in anticipation of the pain he knew would come. "Relax, man," Damon whispered near Rick's ear "Don't make it hard on yourself." And, while he was whispering, he could smell the sweet clean aroma of Rick's beautiful black hair.. Damon nudged insistently against Rick's resisting asshole with the blunt tip of his prick, finally forcing his cock-head within the tightly clasping ass-ring. Rick sucked in a deep breath, remaining still in hopes the boy would go easy on him. Rick Marinaro had never had a cock fucked up his ass before, and he didn't realize how fortunate he was that Damon was going to fuck him first with his eight-inch cock. Had Lucky gone first, fucking his foot-long prick into that virgin asshole, it would have been a grisly experience for the poor fellow. For a young stud who regarded himself as straight, eight inches of cock up the butt seemed more than adequate for an introduction to ass-fucking. Damon slowly fucked his thick cock into Rick's tight asshole, advancing in short increments as the resisting sphincter slipped along his cock-shaft like a taut rubber band. Rick's ass-guts felt hot, encasing the boy's prick snugly. "Oh God... oh no," Rick moaned pitifully as he felt Damon's cock advancing deeper into his guts. "Damn!" He clenched his teeth and his fists in response to the surge of pain that radiated from his shocked asshole. "No... no... no..." But Damon pressed onward fucking more and more cock-meat into Rick's ass until his belly came to rest against the guy's smooth ass-cheeks. "Aw, fuck!" Rick blurted, banging his forehead on the floor as he felt Damon's kinky crotch hair grinding against his ass. He could feel the boy's balls dangling down between his sprawled legs, touching his own balls. "Goddamn it!" Knowing that a prick was buried to the hilt in his ass gave Rick a hideous feeling of degradation. It was unmanly to be lying there on the floor, getting fucked in the ass -- and besides that, it hurt. Damon halted there, leaving his cock fucked in to the balls and giving Rick a minute to adjust to having his tight ass stuffed full of cock- meat. Lucky scrambled around behind them, getting down on the floor so he could see Damon's cock enter Rick's ass. "You're awfully good-looking," Damon whispered near Rick's ear. "Matter of fact, you're downright gorgeous, man." "This is one time I wish I was ugly as hell," Rick murmured. "I don't like anything about this." "Really?" Damon asked honestly. "God, I just love to get my ass fucked. Love it!" "Well, why don't you two cock-suckers fuck each other -- and let me out of here?" "Let's get some goddamned action here," Lucky said loudly, slapping Damon's naked butt. "Fuck the bastard!" "Your buddy's nuts," Rick whispered. "You know that?" "No he's not. He's wonderful I love him." "Why? Just because he's got a bug hunk of meat?" What the hell are you two jabberin' about?" Lucky said irritably as he raised up to look. "Nothing important," Damon said quickly. Then the teenager began to fuck Rick's ass, plunging his cock in and out of the hot sheath of the young stud's ass-guts rapidly. Lucky got down between their legs again, watching Damon's prick slither into the guy's tightly clasping asshole. The boy's hairy balls were bouncing heavily, slapping against Rick's smooth ass-cheeks on every downward fuck-thrust. Rick hadn't realized it until now, but while he and Damon had been talking, his ass had become more accustomed to being stuffed with cock- meat. The fucking wasn't quite as had as he had expected and he soon discovered that by forcing himself to relax he could make it easier on himself. Still, although the searing pain was subsiding, the awful humiliation of being used this was more than he could deal with. "You guys aren't actually gonna cum in my but, are you?" "Sure," Damon laughed while he went on fucking. "I mean, it'd be kinda stupid to fuck you and not cum. Hell, that's what fucking's all about." "Oh God," Rick groaned, feeling that getting his ass fucked full of cum would in some way be the ultimate deflowering of his manhood. "Damn you guys!"