The Troubles of Jack
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,407
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Pair of Hellish Creatures
At this point it would seem our hero’s interrogation with the lad has come to, how they say… a screeching, dumbfounding halt. And now the pirate is being lead back up against the wall, and Marc’s nimble, white fingers are pinched at his sides, and that sinfully pinkened mouth is dragging down the sweep of Jack’s hip, and touches the edge of his cock.
Jack drops his head back. So, the boy’s not a navy grunt… or maybe he is, maybe he’s just a buggery one, if there is such a thing. Jack’s thoughts blur. They jerk back to sharpened attention when Marc’s teeth rattle along the sensitive and engorged head of his prick, and he darts his eyes down.
He has to gasp. Just has to. What little, reddish light leaks into the cabin illuminates the lad’s youthful face, and those eyes… there’s the trace of the devil in Marc’s eyes, and the way his tumultuous black curls unfurl on his naked shoulders, and the way he sinks his mouth down on Jack’s cock, all the way to the base. He teases it with his tongue.
Jack is numbly surprised when he finds his own calloused fingers dipping down to plunge into that nest of wild hair, to grasp at the back of this fop’s head and drive his prick all the way into his hot, wet throat. Marc’s fingers tighten at his hips. Jack groans animalistically.
Not that it had been too long since the Capitan had.. buried his meat, so to speak.. one month. Two, actually. Accurately it was his last trek in Tortuga, with a wench, but the girls never did it to Jack like the boys did… anyhow, Jack preferred the honest gain of laying a lad… it was about the sweat and hunt. It was treasure.
The ship lurches forward and Jack inadvertantly thrusts his member directly down Marc’s throat. The boy grasps heatedly at the Capitan’s naked arse, bobbing his head up and down on the length, pulling out haphazardly to let the wet organ slip against his cheek while he tenderly sucks at Jack’s balls.
“Aye, lad, tha’s it..” Jack moans, urging the boy on.
With a crack of lightning, the ship rolls on the waves again, and the two bodies are sent scrambling to the other side of the room. Jack lands hard on his back, and suddenly Marc is on top of him, the oversized breeches pooled appropriately at his ankles, and the hazard of the fall has left him somehow.. straddling the bewildered (and horny) capitan.
Jack glances blearily at Marc’s erection, and takes note of the touselled state of his hair, the bead of sticky saliva clinging to his open mouth.
“Fuck me.” Marc whispers, grabbing Jack at the shoulders and pushing his ass down on him.
Jack can barely think. In fact, he doesn’t bother. He digs his fingers into Marc’s plump white ass and lets go a helpless whimper as his cock is buried deep in the boy’s innards.
Marc drops his head, a curtain of black curls dropping into Jack’s eyes, and he smells of sweat and lust as he drops his hips down again on the pirate capitan’s lap, his white skin in dramatic contrast to Jack’s brown completion, with all the bullet-holes, faded blue-ink tattoos scrapes and old scars…
Maddened with sex, Jack pulls himself up and bites into Marc’s pink nipple; this only causes Marc to ride him harder, and with a tremulous cry Jack pumps his hips up into the lad’s ass over and over, empty bottles rolling past them on the floor as the whole ship shakes and bows, and thunder rumbles through the walls.
They grunt and cry like a pair of hellish creatures, wound together on the floor until Jack spills his seed deep into Marc. The young lad sags against Jack then, letting go just the tiniest of curses before his cock, squeezed tightly between their bodies, explodes in a jet of white cum.
The sound of his heart beating rapidly in his ears takes a few moments to cease before Capitan Jack hears the cries of his men on deck, and the hissing of heavy rain battering against the sides of the ship. He throws Marc off of him and pulls his pants up, wiping his dick on his sash.
Marc lies splayed on the floorboards, looking up at the pirate with a strange twist in his brow. He pants softly. “W..where are you going?”
Jack sniffs loudly. “S’rain..” With that he stumbles (quite animatedly) towards the door of the cabin, nearly falling twice. The floor rocks beneath him, and when he throws the door open he looks over his shoulder at Marc, waving his arm: “Put some clothes on and git on deck. We need as many hands as we’ve got.”
Jack drops his head back. So, the boy’s not a navy grunt… or maybe he is, maybe he’s just a buggery one, if there is such a thing. Jack’s thoughts blur. They jerk back to sharpened attention when Marc’s teeth rattle along the sensitive and engorged head of his prick, and he darts his eyes down.
He has to gasp. Just has to. What little, reddish light leaks into the cabin illuminates the lad’s youthful face, and those eyes… there’s the trace of the devil in Marc’s eyes, and the way his tumultuous black curls unfurl on his naked shoulders, and the way he sinks his mouth down on Jack’s cock, all the way to the base. He teases it with his tongue.
Jack is numbly surprised when he finds his own calloused fingers dipping down to plunge into that nest of wild hair, to grasp at the back of this fop’s head and drive his prick all the way into his hot, wet throat. Marc’s fingers tighten at his hips. Jack groans animalistically.
Not that it had been too long since the Capitan had.. buried his meat, so to speak.. one month. Two, actually. Accurately it was his last trek in Tortuga, with a wench, but the girls never did it to Jack like the boys did… anyhow, Jack preferred the honest gain of laying a lad… it was about the sweat and hunt. It was treasure.
The ship lurches forward and Jack inadvertantly thrusts his member directly down Marc’s throat. The boy grasps heatedly at the Capitan’s naked arse, bobbing his head up and down on the length, pulling out haphazardly to let the wet organ slip against his cheek while he tenderly sucks at Jack’s balls.
“Aye, lad, tha’s it..” Jack moans, urging the boy on.
With a crack of lightning, the ship rolls on the waves again, and the two bodies are sent scrambling to the other side of the room. Jack lands hard on his back, and suddenly Marc is on top of him, the oversized breeches pooled appropriately at his ankles, and the hazard of the fall has left him somehow.. straddling the bewildered (and horny) capitan.
Jack glances blearily at Marc’s erection, and takes note of the touselled state of his hair, the bead of sticky saliva clinging to his open mouth.
“Fuck me.” Marc whispers, grabbing Jack at the shoulders and pushing his ass down on him.
Jack can barely think. In fact, he doesn’t bother. He digs his fingers into Marc’s plump white ass and lets go a helpless whimper as his cock is buried deep in the boy’s innards.
Marc drops his head, a curtain of black curls dropping into Jack’s eyes, and he smells of sweat and lust as he drops his hips down again on the pirate capitan’s lap, his white skin in dramatic contrast to Jack’s brown completion, with all the bullet-holes, faded blue-ink tattoos scrapes and old scars…
Maddened with sex, Jack pulls himself up and bites into Marc’s pink nipple; this only causes Marc to ride him harder, and with a tremulous cry Jack pumps his hips up into the lad’s ass over and over, empty bottles rolling past them on the floor as the whole ship shakes and bows, and thunder rumbles through the walls.
They grunt and cry like a pair of hellish creatures, wound together on the floor until Jack spills his seed deep into Marc. The young lad sags against Jack then, letting go just the tiniest of curses before his cock, squeezed tightly between their bodies, explodes in a jet of white cum.
The sound of his heart beating rapidly in his ears takes a few moments to cease before Capitan Jack hears the cries of his men on deck, and the hissing of heavy rain battering against the sides of the ship. He throws Marc off of him and pulls his pants up, wiping his dick on his sash.
Marc lies splayed on the floorboards, looking up at the pirate with a strange twist in his brow. He pants softly. “W..where are you going?”
Jack sniffs loudly. “S’rain..” With that he stumbles (quite animatedly) towards the door of the cabin, nearly falling twice. The floor rocks beneath him, and when he throws the door open he looks over his shoulder at Marc, waving his arm: “Put some clothes on and git on deck. We need as many hands as we’ve got.”