The Dragon

Chapter 1-4

Relieved that Allison had not requested he spend the night, Thor went out on deck. He needed to be cleansed by the fresh wind of the sea: to let the currents of air wash away the aroma of the act he had just performed with Allison. Thor did not hate the captain. It was more of a case of feeling sorry for him, trapped as he was by his religious training that only brought him guilt rather than solace.

Iakob, an old Greek sailor and the senior member of the crew next in command to Miguel, was at the helm, shirtless, steering the vessel through the dark night. Thor looked up to the bridge and nodded in Iakob’s direction. Thor liked the big, burly man with his full, black beard that was tinged with grey. The same mixture of black hair peppered with white covered his massive torso. Thor briefly considered how much easier it would be to perform the required service if the captain looked more like the Greek.

Thor looked up at the stars that filled the raven black sky. He listened as the prow of the ship, driven by the wind that filled the sails, parted the waves. Taking a deep breath, he stood for several minutes letting his mind reorient away from the captain and toward Miguel.

Eventually, he smiled and turned from the rail to make his way below.

“Should I go back now?” a small voice asked.

Thor looked around. Sitting at the base of the main mast, his knees drawn up against his chest and wrapped in his arms, was Edgar.

Thor walked over to the lad. “Yes,” he said with a sigh. “He will want you to help him get ready for the night.”

“He does not like me very much,” Edgar said. “I have tried to do what he wants but…I just cannot. If I am not able to please him, what will happen to me?”

Thor did not know the answer to that question. But he thought back to his first few months aboard The Alexandria. He had been afraid, too—afraid of what might become of him if he was not able to fulfill the captain’s demands. He had had Miguel. Thor knew the boatswain would be sure he would be taken care of. Compassion for Edgar flowed from those memories. Thor pulled the boy to his feet and put an arm around him.

“I will make sure you are kept safe,” he said without really knowing how to accomplish that, but knowing he wanted to ease the boy’s mind.

Edgar wrapped his arms around Thor’s waist. Thor held the boy for a moment before sending him on his way back to Captain Allison.

Below decks, Thor made his way through the crews’ quarters. The men not on duty had been given their daily ration of rum. Some were already asleep, snoring in their hammocks; others were having a game of cards. A sailor was playing his concertina.

Thor knocked softly on the door of Miguel’s small cabin. The boatswain was afforded the luxury of his own private space, and Thor spent many nights with him there. He did not stay every night, however. Petty jealousies among the crew over perceived inequality in privileges were not something to be courted. So, as much as Thor would have liked to sleep with the handsome boatswain every night, he wisely did so only when prudent. Tonight he needed to be held in those strong arms.

“Come in,” came the deep voice Thor had come to know so well.

Thor opened the door and walked into the cabin. Miguel lay on his bed propped on an elbow, naked from the waist up. He was reading a book, but when he saw who had entered, he tossed it aside and got up to encircle the young man in his strong arms.

“He did not want you to spend the night then,” Miguel stated rather than asked. “I’m glad.”

Miguel pulled Thor into a tight embrace, his tongue seeking and being granted entry into Thor’s mouth.

Despite having spent himself with the captain less than an hour earlier, Thor responded to the feel of a real man against him. Miguel’s well-developed chest pressing against Thor’s own, his burgeoning manhood, firm buttocks, and handsome face all caused Thor to become hard and erect within seconds of their first contact.

Miguel stepped back and stripped Thor’s shirt off over his head. The boatswain smiled as he let his eyes roam over the young man’s torso illuminated by the glow of a lantern that hung from a bracket on the bulkhead. The lantern swayed slightly, casting shifting shadows of the two men on the rough hewn walls as the ship rode the waves.

Miguel reached out and massaged Thor’s n*****s. “Such a beautiful man,” he said quietly. “Such a beautiful man.”

Then Miguel bent and took Thor’s hard nubs in his mouth, caressing, sucking, and biting each in turn. Thor leaned down and kissed the black curls on the older man’s head.

Sitting on the edge of the bunk, Miguel undid the drawstring of Thor’s pants and slowly slid them to the deck. With one hand on Thor’s muscular arse and massaging the seaman’s scrotum with the other, Miguel pushed the foreskin of Thor’s c**k back with his lips and licked the exposed head.

Thor stood, his hands on Miguel’s shoulders, relishing the sensations of arousal that came from the man who was actually in front of him, not from images which he had conjured that had enabled him to meet Allison’s need earlier that night. There was no necessity for fantasy now. This was real. This was the way Thor wanted it always to be.

Miguel continued to minister to Thor’s rigid organ until, with a rush of pleasure, Thor erupted into Miguel’s mouth.

When Thor was spent, Miguel rose and kissed him, giving some of the fruits of his manhood back to him.

“f**k me,” Thor pleaded.

“You are sure?”

“Yes. I need you inside me. I need to get Allison out of my mind.”

Miguel kissed Thor again before turning him around and laying him on his back on the small cot. Spreading Thor’s legs, Miguel took the seaman’s testicles into his mouth while at the same time reaching beneath him and running his hand between the mounds of the young man’s arse until he found the puckered hole. Spitting on his fingers, Miguel gently worked on the sphincter until Thor could feel himself relax and accept the invasion. Thor took a deep breath and felt a contented anticipation flow through him.

Kneeling by the side of the bunk and placing Thor’s legs on his shoulders, Miguel replaced his fingers in Thor’s hole with the tip of his hard c**k. Slowly he slid his firm member into Thor’s body until Thor could feel Miguel’s coarse pubic hair envelop his testicles. Miguel leaned forward as Thor reached up to run his hands over the boatswain’s hair-covered chest—such a contrast to Allison’s. The truth was, everything about Miguel’s masculinity was the complete antithesis to that of the captain.

Miguel leaned down further and, pressing himself against Thor, kissed him again.

Miguel then pulled out and rolled Thor on his side, climbing onto the small bunk behind him. Thor raised his leg slightly to allow Miguel to reunite with him, pulling him close, pressing his hairy chest against the young man’s smooth, hairless, back, kissing his neck and shoulders. They had never verbally expressed their love for one another, but Thor doubted very much there was any question of how each man felt about the other. Now, as they lay intimately joined together, Thor knew each was experiencing that emotion very deeply. Miguel initiated a rhythm which Thor matched by stroking his own hard erect c**k with his hand. In time, that rhythm led to their mutual climax. Miguel draped an arm over Thor’s chest and gently massaged a n****e. The men relaxed and fell asleep—Captain Allison now far from Thor’s consciousness.