FIN-113 Big Black Sailor

FOREWORD

Things could get awfully lonely out at sea. Roger knew that, and knew that there was always something or somebody around who was able to make things a little less lonely, a little less relentless.

Which is why, when he first met Billy, he felt this surge inside of him. Billy, so fair, so young, so blonde, so fuckable. That was the way Roger thought.

Being big, black, and a tough, he was always on the lookout for some fresh meat, especially when you were a million miles from the real world, and all that you were concerned with was where your next piece of ass was coming from.

So when the kid came into his bunk, he smiled and let his hands go out, reaching for the boy’s belt, and telling him not to worry, that everything was going to work out just fine between them.

“Relax, kid, you’re in for a real delight,” he said, as he started to push the bellbottoms down around his ankles. “I’m going to take that nice white cock out of your shorts and put it where the sun don’t shine. Just let my fingers… there… That’s right…”

“Jesus,” Billy said, as he felt himself go stiff and hard. “What are you doing to me…”