Mathias pushed the much larger man against the wall of the ship, reaching up and pressing his parted lips against the other man's waiting mouth. Warm mint and tobacco filled his senses as his tongue snaked into his mouth to find his tongue. He pushed his hips forward and felt the erection he was creating from the other man. His own dick rubbed against it as he moved his hips back and forth. His hands slid down his muscled, hairy arms before moving to his hips. He snuck his fingers into the other man's waistband before the man stopped him.
"Mathias," Max panted before crushing his lips to his once more. Mathias moaned at how Max said his name. It was so full of need and desire. He reached for his pants again but Max slid down his body to his knees. Mathias looked down into the smoldering gray eye, the other eye covered by a tattered bandana. He bit his lip and cupped Max's face, his fingers toying with the braids nestled in his red beard. Max eased Mathias' pants down, freeing his erect cock. His lips parted to take him into his mouth.....
The captain grunted and sent a stinging slap across Mathias' ass as he unloaded deep into his guts. Mathias blinked coming back into reality as he felt the slippery cock slide out of his worn asshole. He grimaced as he realized his cock was semi hard from his reverie. He was glad he was bent over the table so the captain wouldn't think this touture brought him pleasure. Mathias stood, pulling his pants up quickly to hide his shame. Captain Judge was already pouring himself another drink. He eyed the boy with glazed eyes.
"You don't fight me like you used to." the captain slurred. He chuckled lowly as he sank into his chair. He waved his hand dismissively at the boy.
"Get out." he said sharply. He watched the boy scurry away, dark thoughts clouding his mind.
Mathias stepped into the cold night air and shivered. He walked to the edge of the deck and looked over at the inky water. The air burned his lungs as he took a deep cleansing breath trying desperately to get the torment out of his mind.
"I was thinking of you again, Max," Mathias said, still facing the water.
"Yur gitting good a noticin me," Max said with a chuckle as he stepped up beside the small boy.
"I can smell you, first," Mathias teased, but he really could smell the mint and tobacco scent that hung around the large man.
Max looked down at him. "I want ye ta tink of me." he said softly.
Mathias shook his head, "I can't.... I don't.... I don't want to think of you when I am in there. It, it... it's too much." He felt a hot tear slip down his cheek. He hadn't cried since Max first sucked his dick, that had been weeks ago.
Max brushed the tear away with a calloused finger. He took his hand and squeezed it gently, but didn't say anything. He exhaled, his breath fogging in the cold air.
Mathias shook his head. "I'm sorry Max, I don't mean to bring it up...." his voice trailed off and cracked.
Max pulled on his hand. "Come wit me, I ken what cha need." He pulled the boy to a secluded area of the deck. He tucked them into the hidden area and was immediately on his knees pulling the boy's soft cock into his mouth. His warm, wet tongue swirled around his head. Mathias reached down and buried his hands into Max's long red hair feeling the blood rushing to his dick. Max slurped and sucked bringing his hand up to cup the boy's balls. Mathias let himself get lost in the amazing sensations as Max's skilled mouth brought him closer and closer to the release he needed. All too soon he was bucking against Max's throat as he shot stream after stream into his mouth. Max held his hips keeping him from pulling out of his mouth until he had swallowed.
Max pulled him into his arms and they snuggled on the deck watching the stars, the silence stretched between the two of them. The ship rocked and creaked in the quiet night. Max's deep steady breathing was soothing to Mathias as he snuggled deeper into his chest.
"Max?" Mathias broke the silence with his question.
"Mm?" Max rumbled in response, looking down at him.
"Why do you not let me return your favors?" Mathias whispered feeling the heat rise in his cheeks.
Max smiled and kissed him on the head. "Ye ain't redy fer dat, yit." he said simply, pulling Mathias closer.
They relaxed to each other again and Mathias listened as Max changed the subject, telling him tales from his past adventures until he fell asleep in his arms. Max carried him to his hammock and tucked him in before climbing into his own hammock, his mind running circles.
.......
Two nights later Max pulled Mathias out of his hammock and led him up onto the deck. His grip on his arm was unforgiving as he practically drug him across the deck to the captain's quarters. Mathias looked up at Max and felt fear turn his blood to ice at the look on Max's face. It was knotted with rage, and something else, an intense sadness. Max pushed the door open and instead of pushing Mathias inside alone, he stepped into the room with him, shutting the door behind them. Mathias swallowed as the air crackled with electric tension. Max finally let go of Mathias' arm, letting the boy take two steps away from him.
"Maaaaaax," The captain leered, "Have a seat." he motioned to the seat across the table from him. Max sat down, tossing his long red braid behind his back before leaning back and toying with the braids in his beard.
"It has been a while since I have thrown you a bone, old friend." Captain Judge said, his voice thick and seductive , like honey. "And this is too good of a bone not to share."
