Amity 4 The HerdsChapter 14 Ship Ahoy
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Lieutenant Commander (LCDR) Jason Nichols climbed above deck, the majestic sunrise bathing the sky with florid orange. The five-foot-eleven White man with 19% body fat and 36-inch waist wore royal blue Kanu Surf swim trunks with cargo pockets on either leg. He carried with him a thermos of hot, dark roast instant coffee. It was 6:23 a.m. on Thursday morning and his balls were drained. He took a seat on the lounge chair and daydreamed about the night before.
Below deck of the 31-foot 1979 Bombay Clipper Sloop slept a sweet Beta boi with smooth, silken sepia-toned skin. He had met the cheer and dance coach at the gym where his two daughters competed in cheerleading. There had been the requisite niceties exchanged off and on during brief encounters when LCDR Nichols waited on the girls to finish practice.
Months ago, Jason had pulled up to the gym as the attractive, effeminate man paced the parking lot.
“What’s the matter,” the marine engineer inquired.
“My car won’t start,” the choreographer lamented.
“I can jump you off.”
“Really? That’d be great!”
Jason used the portable jump starter box to remedy the situation.
“Thank you so much,” beamed the guy.
“You’re welcome, uhhh…”
“Tae! It’s Tae!”
“That’s right! I’m Jason.”
“Yeah! Mackenzie and Sydney’s dad.”
“Yep! Well, like I said you’re welcome.”
“What do I owe you?”
“Awwww, nothin’.”
“Nonsense. You like beer?”
“”Duh,” chuckled the ash-brown haired man with grey eyes.
“Let me buy you one this evening.”
“Might need to take a raincheck tonight. Gotta be up early tomorrow.”
“Take my number and let me know.”
That evening the Nichols family was settled. Jason’s wife of 19 years, Christina, had fixed spaghetti for dinner. Jason ate in the den while watching a NASCAR news program on FS1. His son and daughters had retreated to their bedrooms. His wife enjoyed her salad at the kitchen table. It was still sort of early in the evening and he decided he wanted that beer. He texted Tae and waited for the reply. It came back affirmative.
Jason belched and stood up. He strutted into the kitchen. Christina was still sitting there messing with her phone screen. He rinsed off the plate and loaded it into the dishwasher. “Hey, I’m gonna run out for a bit,” he announced in his country twang.
“Where are you going,” she inquired not looking up.
“Flaherty’s.”
“Have fun!”
Jason backed his burgundy 2016 Chevy Silverado 1500 LTZ crew cab pickup truck out of the driveway.
They each ordered draft beer at the bar and had nice, innocent conversation. One beer led to two. Then a pitcher. Tae tried to pick up the tab, but Jason wouldn’t let him pay.
Tae asked, “What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a marine engineer.”
“Very nice! Sounds important.”
“I dunno about all that,” he blushed slightly. “I’m also in the Coast Guard Reserve.”
“Oh, nice! Thanks for your service!”
“You’re welcome,” he laughed.
“I had a friend in the Navy,” mused Tae. “He told me about some crazy sex he used to have on the ship. Then, he’d come home to his wife and be ‘straight’ again.”
“I don’t know about all that,” the father of three shifted uncomfortably.
“I’m not saying you are. I’m just saying what he told me.”
“Oh okay!”
“Well, I should probably get going. You okay to drive?”
“Yeah! I’ll be fine. Thanks for the beer.”
“Anytime. Next date I’ll pay.”
“Date,” questioned Jason.
“Yes. Date,” Tae clarified.
“Best date I ever had,” the 42 year-old rolled his eyes.
“That can’t be. You didn’t even get laid.”
“I know. You’re a cock tease,” he k**ded.
“Not really. I just don’t think I’m what you want.”
They exited the building as they continued talking.
Jason burped. “Excuse me. What do you mean you’re not what I want?”
“I’m a gay Black man. You’re a straight White guy. We aren’t typical friends,” Tae offered.
“Are you callin’ me a racist or a homophobe?”
“Not at all. I’m just saying I don’t know many guys like you that are friends with guys like me.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong. I don’t judge nobody. I grew up pretty conservative and all, but I’ve met all kinds of people. At the end of the day, people are just people.”
“Do you tell that to your fellow Trump supporters?”
“I never said I was a Trump supporter.”
“But you are a Republican.”
“Yeah. Is that i*****l.”
“No! I didn’t say that.”
“Look. I think you’re a nice person. I’ll prove I’m open-minded too.”
“What?”
“Can I trust you?”
“You’re not gonna say you murdered someone, are you?”
“Nah,” chuckled Jason. “Hop in my truck real quick. I wanna run over to the store.”
Tae climbed in and Jason drove across the street. He purchased a six-pack of Natural Light and brought it back to the vehicle. “My boat is docked at the marina. We can run over there and finish these beers. Cool?”
“Yeah. That’s cool,” Tae agreed.
They talked more about politics on the short drive. Jason was pretty much a moderate as was Tae. They parked and went to boat. They sat on the deck lounge chairs underneath the stars.
“You said you could prove to me that you’re open-minded,” Tae gently reminded his host.
“Oh yeah? I’ve never told this secret, but I feel like I can trust you.”
“This sounds juicy,” grinned the slim dancer.
“Kinda is.”
“Spill the tea, honey.”
“Do what?”
“Tell me.”
“Oh okay!” Jason cleared his throat. “I like ladyboy porn.”
“Is that so,” Tae followed up.
“Yeah! It’s the only kind I can get off too now.”
“That’s cool. But you want me to give you credit for being open-minded because you like Asian transsexuals.”
“It oughta count for somethin’,” Jason protested.
“I guess.”
“Don’t be jealous. You’re turnin’ me on too.”
“Am I?”
“Yeah!”
That conversation soon led to Tae giving Jason a wet and wild blowjob. Jason busted copious amount sperm all over Tae’s face before driving him back to his car.
Ever since that moment, they met whenever they could for oral pleasure and fucking.
That was how it all started.
Now, LCDR Nichols was on a 4-day jaunt with this insatiable bubble butt pussyboi along the Gulf Intracoastal Waterway. Jason’s family was at home going about their daily lives. As long as their debit cards worked when swiped and the WiFi was connected, he knew they wouldn’t need him for anything.
After they anchored last night, Tae changed into a pink thong and white mesh belted kimono robe coverup. The color of the material contrasted greatly with his skin. Tae’s face was painted to perfection with bright red lipstick, lavender eyeshadow, mascara, and soft blush. Underneath the huge sunglasses, he had on hazel contacts. His hair was a texturized low-cut fade.
It drove Jason wild. He had ushered Tae back down below deck onto the double bed in the forward cabin. He pulled out his 8-inch dick and fed it to the sissy. “I’m ready to fuck your little faggot ass!” Jason laid on his side and slid up behind the bottom bitch. He stuck his dick inside the tight brown hole.
“Oh fuck! That little hole’s gonna have to stretch for daddy’s cock!”
“Yes, sir! Stretch me open, daddy,” screeched Tae.
“That’s right, sissy boi. Give that boipussy to daddy!”
“Oh god! It feels so good!”
“Yes, this chocolate booty feels great on my big White cock! Look at this White dick slidin’ in them little Black cheeks.”
“You like our interracial sexcapades, daddy?”
“Hell yeah! Your White daddy loves your pretty Black ladyboy ass!”
“Fuck me! Fuck me!”
“My wife would have a fit if she knew I was fuckin’ a faggot.”
“Would she?”
“Yeah! She’d be sick. She don’t like gays or Blacks or Mexicans.”
“Bitch!”
“I know. And I got me a girly ass Black gay boi!”
“You like it, White daddy?”
“Best sex I ever had faggot.”
“I’m glad you think so!”
“Sure do, baby! Faggot pussy is the better pussy.”
“Faggot pussy for when your wife isn’t acting right,” cooed Tae.
“Faggot pussy - always ready!”
“Yes, I’m always ready for you, sir!”
“You’re such a little slut for my big White cock!”
“Yes, daddy!”
Jason and Tae fucked repeatedly throughout the night.
The skipper went back down. Tae was stirring about looking at TV. Jason was happy with his onboard satellite communications service. It kept Tae occupied when he needed to keep watch.
“Mornin’, beautiful! You want some breakfast,” Jason asked.
“Hey, daddy,” Tae smiled. “I think I’m just gonna warm up some of that beef stew from last night.”
“Good idea. We can pull out in about half an hour if you want.”
“What I want is some more of that big White dick.”
“Well come on thenn,” Jason said stripping off his trunks.
They hopped on the bed in the 69 position and sucking one another’s dicks. Next, Jason put Tae on his back and entered this wanting anus.
“Fuck me, stud,” begged Tae.
“You got it, faggot! Love this boipussy,” Jason grunted.
“Give me that big White dick, daddy!”
“Oh yeah! Sexy ass pretty Black bitch!”
“Oh, daddy!”
“Yeah! I’m your daddy! You’re all mine, slut!”
Jason bucked with all his might. His loins smacked loudly against Tae’s smallish, body. His large hands gripped the supple ass cheeks as he performed the rectal assaut. “You take my cock so good, baby!”
“Ohhhhhhhhh,” wailed Tae.
“You’re a good little faggot!”
“You like it?”
“I love it, faggot! You make my cock feel great!”
“Give it to me, Jason,” hollered the bottom boi as his hands clung to the man’s back
Jason raised up and kept pounding. “Jerk your cock, faggot!”
Tae started stroking his hard seven-inch tool.
“I wanna see you nut today,” Jason decided.
“But why, daddy?”
“Cause you made me nut a lot last night. I need to see you shoot today.”
“You like that?”
“It turns me on to see your faggot ass get off!”
“Fuck me then, daddy!”
A few minutes later, Tae began to convulse. He announced he was about to cum.
The contractions of Tae’s anus did a number on Jason’s throbbing manhood. He deposited yet another load up Tae’s backside and collapsed.
“Damn! You’re keepin’ me drained, faggot,” admitted Jason. “I was thinking we can sail up to the next harbor. We can anchor and then take the dinghy up to one of the boat-in restaurants.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Tae nestled up to Jason.
“Great! What’re you about to do?”
“Eat some stew and watch Real Housewives.”
“You’re a total faggot,” chuckled the lieutenant commander.
Below deck of the 31-foot 1979 Bombay Clipper Sloop slept a sweet Beta boi with smooth, silken sepia-toned skin. He had met the cheer and dance coach at the gym where his two daughters competed in cheerleading. There had been the requisite niceties exchanged off and on during brief encounters when LCDR Nichols waited on the girls to finish practice.
Months ago, Jason had pulled up to the gym as the attractive, effeminate man paced the parking lot.
“What’s the matter,” the marine engineer inquired.
“My car won’t start,” the choreographer lamented.
“I can jump you off.”
“Really? That’d be great!”
Jason used the portable jump starter box to remedy the situation.
“Thank you so much,” beamed the guy.
“You’re welcome, uhhh…”
“Tae! It’s Tae!”
“That’s right! I’m Jason.”
“Yeah! Mackenzie and Sydney’s dad.”
“Yep! Well, like I said you’re welcome.”
“What do I owe you?”
“Awwww, nothin’.”
“Nonsense. You like beer?”
“”Duh,” chuckled the ash-brown haired man with grey eyes.
“Let me buy you one this evening.”
“Might need to take a raincheck tonight. Gotta be up early tomorrow.”
“Take my number and let me know.”
That evening the Nichols family was settled. Jason’s wife of 19 years, Christina, had fixed spaghetti for dinner. Jason ate in the den while watching a NASCAR news program on FS1. His son and daughters had retreated to their bedrooms. His wife enjoyed her salad at the kitchen table. It was still sort of early in the evening and he decided he wanted that beer. He texted Tae and waited for the reply. It came back affirmative.
Jason belched and stood up. He strutted into the kitchen. Christina was still sitting there messing with her phone screen. He rinsed off the plate and loaded it into the dishwasher. “Hey, I’m gonna run out for a bit,” he announced in his country twang.
“Where are you going,” she inquired not looking up.
“Flaherty’s.”
“Have fun!”
Jason backed his burgundy 2016 Chevy Silverado 1500 LTZ crew cab pickup truck out of the driveway.
They each ordered draft beer at the bar and had nice, innocent conversation. One beer led to two. Then a pitcher. Tae tried to pick up the tab, but Jason wouldn’t let him pay.
Tae asked, “What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a marine engineer.”
“Very nice! Sounds important.”
“I dunno about all that,” he blushed slightly. “I’m also in the Coast Guard Reserve.”
“Oh, nice! Thanks for your service!”
“You’re welcome,” he laughed.
“I had a friend in the Navy,” mused Tae. “He told me about some crazy sex he used to have on the ship. Then, he’d come home to his wife and be ‘straight’ again.”
“I don’t know about all that,” the father of three shifted uncomfortably.
“I’m not saying you are. I’m just saying what he told me.”
“Oh okay!”
“Well, I should probably get going. You okay to drive?”
“Yeah! I’ll be fine. Thanks for the beer.”
“Anytime. Next date I’ll pay.”
“Date,” questioned Jason.
“Yes. Date,” Tae clarified.
“Best date I ever had,” the 42 year-old rolled his eyes.
“That can’t be. You didn’t even get laid.”
“I know. You’re a cock tease,” he k**ded.
“Not really. I just don’t think I’m what you want.”
They exited the building as they continued talking.
Jason burped. “Excuse me. What do you mean you’re not what I want?”
“I’m a gay Black man. You’re a straight White guy. We aren’t typical friends,” Tae offered.
“Are you callin’ me a racist or a homophobe?”
“Not at all. I’m just saying I don’t know many guys like you that are friends with guys like me.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong. I don’t judge nobody. I grew up pretty conservative and all, but I’ve met all kinds of people. At the end of the day, people are just people.”
“Do you tell that to your fellow Trump supporters?”
“I never said I was a Trump supporter.”
“But you are a Republican.”
“Yeah. Is that i*****l.”
“No! I didn’t say that.”
“Look. I think you’re a nice person. I’ll prove I’m open-minded too.”
“What?”
“Can I trust you?”
“You’re not gonna say you murdered someone, are you?”
“Nah,” chuckled Jason. “Hop in my truck real quick. I wanna run over to the store.”
Tae climbed in and Jason drove across the street. He purchased a six-pack of Natural Light and brought it back to the vehicle. “My boat is docked at the marina. We can run over there and finish these beers. Cool?”
“Yeah. That’s cool,” Tae agreed.
They talked more about politics on the short drive. Jason was pretty much a moderate as was Tae. They parked and went to boat. They sat on the deck lounge chairs underneath the stars.
“You said you could prove to me that you’re open-minded,” Tae gently reminded his host.
“Oh yeah? I’ve never told this secret, but I feel like I can trust you.”
“This sounds juicy,” grinned the slim dancer.
“Kinda is.”
“Spill the tea, honey.”
“Do what?”
“Tell me.”
“Oh okay!” Jason cleared his throat. “I like ladyboy porn.”
“Is that so,” Tae followed up.
“Yeah! It’s the only kind I can get off too now.”
“That’s cool. But you want me to give you credit for being open-minded because you like Asian transsexuals.”
“It oughta count for somethin’,” Jason protested.
“I guess.”
“Don’t be jealous. You’re turnin’ me on too.”
“Am I?”
“Yeah!”
That conversation soon led to Tae giving Jason a wet and wild blowjob. Jason busted copious amount sperm all over Tae’s face before driving him back to his car.
Ever since that moment, they met whenever they could for oral pleasure and fucking.
That was how it all started.
Now, LCDR Nichols was on a 4-day jaunt with this insatiable bubble butt pussyboi along the Gulf Intracoastal Waterway. Jason’s family was at home going about their daily lives. As long as their debit cards worked when swiped and the WiFi was connected, he knew they wouldn’t need him for anything.
After they anchored last night, Tae changed into a pink thong and white mesh belted kimono robe coverup. The color of the material contrasted greatly with his skin. Tae’s face was painted to perfection with bright red lipstick, lavender eyeshadow, mascara, and soft blush. Underneath the huge sunglasses, he had on hazel contacts. His hair was a texturized low-cut fade.
It drove Jason wild. He had ushered Tae back down below deck onto the double bed in the forward cabin. He pulled out his 8-inch dick and fed it to the sissy. “I’m ready to fuck your little faggot ass!” Jason laid on his side and slid up behind the bottom bitch. He stuck his dick inside the tight brown hole.
“Oh fuck! That little hole’s gonna have to stretch for daddy’s cock!”
“Yes, sir! Stretch me open, daddy,” screeched Tae.
“That’s right, sissy boi. Give that boipussy to daddy!”
“Oh god! It feels so good!”
“Yes, this chocolate booty feels great on my big White cock! Look at this White dick slidin’ in them little Black cheeks.”
“You like our interracial sexcapades, daddy?”
“Hell yeah! Your White daddy loves your pretty Black ladyboy ass!”
“Fuck me! Fuck me!”
“My wife would have a fit if she knew I was fuckin’ a faggot.”
“Would she?”
“Yeah! She’d be sick. She don’t like gays or Blacks or Mexicans.”
“Bitch!”
“I know. And I got me a girly ass Black gay boi!”
“You like it, White daddy?”
“Best sex I ever had faggot.”
“I’m glad you think so!”
“Sure do, baby! Faggot pussy is the better pussy.”
“Faggot pussy for when your wife isn’t acting right,” cooed Tae.
“Faggot pussy - always ready!”
“Yes, I’m always ready for you, sir!”
“You’re such a little slut for my big White cock!”
“Yes, daddy!”
Jason and Tae fucked repeatedly throughout the night.
The skipper went back down. Tae was stirring about looking at TV. Jason was happy with his onboard satellite communications service. It kept Tae occupied when he needed to keep watch.
“Mornin’, beautiful! You want some breakfast,” Jason asked.
“Hey, daddy,” Tae smiled. “I think I’m just gonna warm up some of that beef stew from last night.”
“Good idea. We can pull out in about half an hour if you want.”
“What I want is some more of that big White dick.”
“Well come on thenn,” Jason said stripping off his trunks.
They hopped on the bed in the 69 position and sucking one another’s dicks. Next, Jason put Tae on his back and entered this wanting anus.
“Fuck me, stud,” begged Tae.
“You got it, faggot! Love this boipussy,” Jason grunted.
“Give me that big White dick, daddy!”
“Oh yeah! Sexy ass pretty Black bitch!”
“Oh, daddy!”
“Yeah! I’m your daddy! You’re all mine, slut!”
Jason bucked with all his might. His loins smacked loudly against Tae’s smallish, body. His large hands gripped the supple ass cheeks as he performed the rectal assaut. “You take my cock so good, baby!”
“Ohhhhhhhhh,” wailed Tae.
“You’re a good little faggot!”
“You like it?”
“I love it, faggot! You make my cock feel great!”
“Give it to me, Jason,” hollered the bottom boi as his hands clung to the man’s back
Jason raised up and kept pounding. “Jerk your cock, faggot!”
Tae started stroking his hard seven-inch tool.
“I wanna see you nut today,” Jason decided.
“But why, daddy?”
“Cause you made me nut a lot last night. I need to see you shoot today.”
“You like that?”
“It turns me on to see your faggot ass get off!”
“Fuck me then, daddy!”
A few minutes later, Tae began to convulse. He announced he was about to cum.
The contractions of Tae’s anus did a number on Jason’s throbbing manhood. He deposited yet another load up Tae’s backside and collapsed.
“Damn! You’re keepin’ me drained, faggot,” admitted Jason. “I was thinking we can sail up to the next harbor. We can anchor and then take the dinghy up to one of the boat-in restaurants.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Tae nestled up to Jason.
“Great! What’re you about to do?”
“Eat some stew and watch Real Housewives.”
“You’re a total faggot,” chuckled the lieutenant commander.
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