Pedophiles At Sea

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Part 14

"Ladies, why don't you each take the boy in front of you, that delicious ass hole you've been eating and go start the night by letting him finish what he started with his Mommy. There they go, Ladies and Gentlemen. Let's give them another round of applause."

Once more Frank watched his wife stroll away with Jimmy, and this time there was no skirt to hide the boy's hand as it crawled into her crack.

"Enjoy your night, everyone."

For the second night there would be precious little sleeping on board. A seaman came over and whispered in little Mickey's ear, "The Captain sent me to get you, Son."

Mickey went off with a huge grin on his face. He just knew Captain wouldn't renege on his promise. The seaman brought Mickey back up to the bridge. All the uniformed officers stood at attention and saluted the naked tot as he was led up to the wheel, where the Captain was standing, as dapper as ever.

Captain Pete turned the steering over to his first mate, and picked Mickey up, holding him high in the air with his big athletic arms. "Mickey, Mickey, I am so happy you came to visit me. I've been waiting for this, ever since yesterday when our engineer fucked you right over there. Do you remember that?" Mickey nodded and giggled, looking down at the crew who were all smiling up at him. "But do you know who is even more happy to see you, Mickey?" The boy still giggled but shook his head. "The Little Captain! He is super happy you came to visit."

Captain Pete then told Seamen Lopez to put a chair right by the big window. He didn't want to stop holding this precious cargo, so he gave orders for Seaman Winchell to remove the captain's pants. Then, still in uniform from the waist up, he sat on the chair and carefully set the boy's feet back down on the floor. "We will sit right here in front of this big window. Do you think that's a good idea, Mickey?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"So if Mr. First Mate is about to hit something, you can warn him." The bridge exploded in snickers. The crew was finding it difficult to stay at attention.

"Oh, ha, ha, ha, Mickey. I think you must have been watching him steer." The First Mate turned scarlet. "Son, there's another reason I want us to sit here. See those people down there in the bow? Big people and little people going places to have fun? I want them all to know that Mickey came up to visit me. I want them all to be able to watch us, OK?" Mickey glanced down at the passengers, many of whom had already played with him, and nodded. He was one proud little three-year old.

"OK, Son. We're going to do this right and take all the time we need. Captain Pete doesn't believe in doing anything in a half-assed way. Seaman Winchell, have you ever seen the Captain do anything half-assed?"

"No, Sir, Captain."

"You see, Mickey? And Seaman Winchell always tells the truth."

"Take a look at the Little Captain. You see he really is happy to see you. Very happy. Seaman Winchell, have you ever seen the Little Captain so happy?"

"No, Sir, Captain."

"You see, Mickey?"

Mickey responded, "And Seaman Winchell always tells the truth."

"That's right, Son. So, Mickey, are you happy to see the Little Captain?"

"You betcha!!" And to prove it, Mickey knelt in front of the chair and began petting and kissing Little Captain. Several wet circles were beginning to appear on the crotches of the white uniforms in the room, but the crew had been ordered to stand at attention so they were unable to rub the genitals that kept begging for attention.

Mickey, with his naked ass pointing out the window didn't see that a small crowd was beginning to assemble on deck. He bent over and began sucking the Little Captain with gusto. He'd never had such a big cock in his mouth before.

Captain Pete closed his eyes and brushed his fingers through the boy's hair. "Oh, Mickey, Mickey, that is wonderful. The Little Captain is very happy now." He thought how kind the Wilsons were to get their son started at so early an age. He thought how lucky he was to have command of such a vessel. But most of all he thought about shoving the Little Captain up this kid's ass hole.

A lesser man would have spilled his splooge by this time, but Captain Pete was always in control. In his uniform or out of it, he took charge not only of his crew but of his own inner forces. He opened his eyes and glanced down at the deck. He now saw what he was waiting for and knew it was now time to proceed.

"Mickey," he said softly, "you can stop sucking the Little Captain now. He's all ready." The boy lifted his face up to look at his idol. "Close your eyes, Son, and leave it all up to Captain Pete." Mickey trusted this living God implicitly.

The Captain picked the lad up and held him against his chest, the three-year old's head resting on his broad shoulders, his cheek brushed by the Captain's soft beard. Captain reached out one hand and Seaman Winchell put a generous dollop of KY in it, which the Captain spread about the boy's anus, probing deep inside with his fingers. Mickey never made a peep, seemingly entranced in worship.

Captain Pete softly told Mickey to hug his neck, then lowered him so his head was pressed on Captain's chest. Using both his manly hands, he spread those tiny buttocks apart and slowly lowered them down to the waiting mast. As the cockhead first pushed through the sphincter, Mickey gave a muffled "Unh" but otherwise took the invasion in silence. In fact, the entire bridge was quiet, as was the crowd gathered below.

With slow, deliberate strokes, the captain moved Mickey up and down his pole, and then by the smallest of increments, slowly increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts. Mickey's hands held tight around the captain's neck; a less athletic man would have felt he was being choked. Mickey's eyes, still clenched closed, rained tears of joy on the captain's array of colorful ribbons. Mickey's ears began to hear the captain's whispers, just mute sighs at first, but gradually changing to a soft vocalized "yes."

Each iteration of the word was only slightly louder, and Mickey himself began to sing along with the conductor: "yes....., yes....., yes....., yes....., yes.., yes.., yes.., yes.., yes, yes, yes, yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes."

The crew started to join the chorus, softly at first, but rising in a long gradual crescendo, chanting, "Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes."

Eventually, the choir was loud enough to be heard by the congregation gathered on deck, and they joined the hymn, "Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES." By now, Captain Pete was shoving his cock deep into Mickey with every thrust, and the kid was bouncing up and down like a little cowboy, whose galloping steed could be trusted to bring him all the way home. YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES.

Suddenly, Captain Pete stopped. He, Mickey, the bridge and the deck all held their collective breath. Then he shouted, "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" and the entire church applauded.

Mickey laughed deliriously and loudly as he felt his bowels filling with warm cum. The crew too began to laugh. Down below, the passengers now with fresh inspiration began scurrying off to their cabins with their various charges, until only four people remained. Frank, Ginny, Frankie and Mark had witnessed the whole thing, and now stood stunned, unable to move. The parents had tears in their eyes, the brothers were dumbstruck.

After shooting his last volley, the captain lifted the somewhat limp boy off his not yet limp cock. He sat him down on his lap facing out. Mickey, his head still swimming, felt cum leaking out of his hole. He put his hand on his bottom and wished he could close his anus and hold the sacred manjuice in there forever, but it was stretched far too wide right now. As Mickey's eyes began to focus, he recognized his family below and waved excitedly. Seeing his mother, Mickey knew she would have sucked the cum out of his hole to save it.

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