Castaways (Tane71 & Ryven)
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				Title: <strong>Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 00:12:18</strong>
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				The first thing Lewis would become aware of was the burning in his chest.&nbsp; With a great heave, his body lurched on the gritty sand, water spraying from his mouth and nostrils in a sick spray of fluid.&nbsp; The motion was repeated for the next several seconds until the burning fire within his lungs died down to a dull ache.<br><br>It was then that he became aware of his other senses.&nbsp; There was a pain in his ankle as well as various other parts on his skin.&nbsp; His vermilion eyes opened to take in his battered form.&nbsp; The uniform of blue and red which he had become so accustomed to over the past few months was a tattered and torn remnant of itself, soaking wet from the water of the briny sea.&nbsp; <br><br>There were some cuts on his arms and hands; shallow and small, they'd be nothing to worry about.&nbsp; The salty water had seen to it that they were clean.&nbsp; His ankle, on the other hand, was another story.&nbsp; Lewis thought he was still able to move it which meant it wasn't broken.&nbsp; The young man let his good foot come forward to help himself up, but when he tried to take a step, he fell over on his hands and knees, pain shooting from his sprained ankle.&nbsp; A loud groan was heard because of his efforts, but he tried again to stand, taking weight off of his bad ankle.&nbsp; He walked further up the white beach, slowly with a limp as a testament to his bruised condition.<br><br>The sand was littered with debris from the shipwreck.&nbsp; The storm had done a fine job of tearing it apart with its crashing waves and gusting wind.&nbsp; There were splintered shards of wood and torn pieces of sails.&nbsp; The most notable piece that washed ashore was the top half of the mast complete with the torn remnants of the main sail.&nbsp; A wooden crate or two had made their way, no telling what was inside.<br><br>Lewis turned his eyes toward the island itself.&nbsp; It had a lush forest of green trees and plants.&nbsp; High green hills reached toward the sky, preventing him from seeing much further.&nbsp; There looked to be no sign of civilization which brought a shock to him.<br><br>Was he the only survivor?&nbsp; Was he the only one on this island?&nbsp; He remembered no island on the chart before the storm hit, so was he on an uncharted island alone?&nbsp; The thought scared him as he sunk to his knees with the dawning of this harsh realization beating down on him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tane71</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 01:23:11</strong>
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				Raul woke up with what felt like the worst hangover he had in a decade. Excruciating pain hammered on his temples. With a loud groan he sat up, blinking into the bright sunlight. He was alone on the far end of a deserted beach. <em>Raul Barret, you stupid bastard what did you get yourself into this time?</em> He looked around, still having trouble to focus. Everything appeared to be a bit blurred. There were pieces of wood all around him. The whole beach was littered with them. Then it struck him. <em>The storm! The mast had broken apart.</em> The chunks of wood were pieces from the ship, shattered by the storm that had ripped it apart; and now washed ashore - like him. He looked around, noticing how nearby the rocks of the cliff were, that marked the end of the beach. Just twenty feet to the left, and the storm-lashed sea would have smashed him against these rocks, instead of washing him on a sandy beach. <em>Lucky me...</em><br><br>With the heaviness of a man twice his age he slowly rose to his feet. His shirt was torn in the front, exposing his broad chest. He brushed the sand out of the thick brown hair that covered his chest and arms, and off his remaining clothes. His shoes were lost, but at least the pants were intact. After a slow, thorough check he decided he was alright- not more than a few bruises and a bump on his head, with a bit of dried blood around it. Something must have hit his head during the storm, maybe a crate or a plank. Well, that explained the headache. He looked around, hoping for a settlement, or at least a hut. But there was no sign of habitation anywhere near. Nothing but a beach full of debris, and then green hills covered with lush vegetation. At least something. Green forests meant there must be fresh water somewhere; and some of these trees seemed to carry fruit as well. So he did not have to worry about that for now.<br><br>But wait - what was that shadow on the other side of the beach? He blinked into the sunlight that stung into his eyes. Yes- there seemed to be someone. He started stumbling towards the distant figure. "Hoi! Hey there! Over here!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 01:42:41</strong>
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				Lewis knelt there for a few minutes with his mind awash with the thoughts of what had happened and how he had gotten there.&nbsp; <em>What am I going to do?</em>&nbsp; He wiped a bit of dried blood from his face which had oozed from a small cut on his forehead before looking up at the sky.&nbsp; It was its usual light blue with only a couple of clouds and the sun to blemish its unbroken color.&nbsp; The wind blew across the beach, sending a slight chill down the blond's spine.&nbsp; It seemed as if the storm never happened with this type of weather, but they were here all the same.&nbsp; <br><br>His father had told him about the unpredictable nature of the sea.&nbsp; It changed so suddenly and drastically that it's near impossible to tell when it would happen unless you have a trained seafaring eye.<br><br>The young man's silent contemplation was interrupted by a voice.&nbsp; "Hoi! Hey there! Over here!"&nbsp; It said, the words being carried on the wind.<br><br>Lewis looked up in surprise.&nbsp; <em>Someone else survived?!</em>&nbsp; Maybe he wouldn't have to be alone after all.&nbsp; Perhaps it was Peter...or maybe Andrew.&nbsp; They were the two who he'd bonded with the most on the voyage so far, the two superior officers that had taught him what little he knew about seafaring.&nbsp; He stood slowly, making sure to take great care with his injured foot, and slowly he hobbled toward the figure on the beach.&nbsp; The man was too far off to make out who he was just yet, but from here it looked to be one of the crewmen.&nbsp; A slight sinking feeling came with that realization.&nbsp; The crew hadn't grown as close to him as the other officers.&nbsp; Maybe it was one that seemed at least civil to him.<br><br>However, as they closed in on each other, Lewis would make out the features and burly frame of Raul, known to the crew and officers as a short-tempered yet capable man.&nbsp; The blond was a bit scared of him, and even tried not to interact with him much on the ship.&nbsp; He saw the look on Raul's when they were close enough to recognize each other, and it told him what he was thinking without a word.&nbsp; The man most likely did not view Lewis as being near the top of the list when it came to who he'd rather be stranded with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tane71</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 19:26:22</strong>
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				Relieved that he was not alone on the island, Raul walked fast towards the other man. He seemed to be wearing uniform- one of the officers. Good! Hopefully he had an idea where they were, and what to do next. When he came closer though Raul's temporary good spirits were quickly dampened. It was the young one...Stanton. Raul moaned. Stanton was no bigheaded idiot like that arrogant ass Reeves, but he was very green. Rumor had it he only got the position because he had a relative in the admiralty. He'd probably be more trouble than help.<br><br>As he came closer he couldn't help but notice how lost Stanton looked. He appeared very young, just standing there with his arms hanging loosely at his side. And he seemed worried. A nervous officer was never a good sign. <em>Where the hell are we?</em> Raul's mood worsened the closer he came. With clenched fists he tramped towards the waiting officer.<br><br>He finally reached the younger man. With an effort of his will he forced himself to calm down, opening his fists again. Green or not, Stanton was an officer. “Good to see you, Sir. Damn storm!” He kicked a piece of wood to the side, and spat out. “It looks like the ship is lost.” Raul noted that the young man avoided putting weight on one foot, standing there rather uncomfortably instead; he looked him over, taking in the firm body, no longer fully covered by the tattered uniform, as well as the slightly nervous behaviour. “Are you alright, Sir?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 22:51:00</strong>
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				Lewis nodded at the man who was old enough to be his father.&nbsp; It may have been his scruffy and grizzled exterior, but it looked as if Raul fared the storm far better than he had.&nbsp; The large man kicked a piece of soggy debris aside.&nbsp; <br><br>"Aye.&nbsp; She's been smashed to pieces on the rocky outcropping of this island which...I'm sorry to say, was not plotted on our chart."&nbsp; It was all he knew at the moment.&nbsp; His friend Andrew, who had unfortunately perished in the storm, was just beginning to show him about bearings and headings as well as positions on the chart the prior week before the storm hit which meant he was still quite 'green' as the burly man had been thinking.<br><br>Having him this close made Lewis slightly nervous because he had heard stories about what Raul could do to other men.&nbsp; He'd nearly killed others just because they spoke to him in the wrong fashion, or so the stories went.&nbsp; Now that he was this close, however, Lewis was able to take in his features a bit more clearly.&nbsp; The man seemed to have hair just about everywhere.&nbsp; The blond had never seen a man such as Raul.&nbsp; It wasn't that Lewis or even any of the other men didn't have hair in distinct places; it just seemed that the bulky male had hair enough for three or four men, making him look like a bear of a man.&nbsp; It did nothing but add to the intimidating nature of the crewman which showed in Lewis' voice.<br><br>"I...I'm fine.&nbsp; Just a sprained ankle."&nbsp; He said before changing the subject quickly.&nbsp; One piece of advice given by his superiors was trying not to show weakness, but he hadn't quite mastered that yet.<br><br>"I guess we should see what the situation is...see what we can salvage and explore a bit."&nbsp; He was speaking more as a person and not an officer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tane71</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 01:16:21</strong>
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				<br>"...Just a sprained ankle" the young officer had said. Raul looked down, trying not to show his annoyance. <em>He won't be able to walk far...Leaves most of the work to me</em>&nbsp; He crossed his arms over his chest, listening to the officers orders. <br><br>"I guess we should see what the situation is...see what we can salvage and explore a bit."<br><br>Raul waited for a few moments, then realised that no detailed orders would follow; he cleared his throat and then answered "If I make some suggestions, Sir? It looks like we got a good portion of the square rig left; with that and some of the planks I think I can build us a makeshift shelter for the night. We should go through the other flotsam as well and see if we can find anything useful. Soon, before the tide comes in again."<br><br>He turned his head, looking up to the hills.<br><br>"There might be some dry wood at the upper end of the beach that we can use for a fire; and there is probably also fresh water in these hills. It looks as if there could be a spring somewhere up there."<br><br>Turning back to the officer he let his eyes wander over the young man; with a sigh he pointed to the hurt ankle "But you should not walk around, Sir. It will get worse if you don't let it rest; let me gather some of the debris together and you can look through it here."<br><br>He turned to walk towards where the mast and sail were washed on the beach, then halted and turned back to face Lewis again "Excuse me Sir; but what did you mean by 'not plotted on the chart'?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 04:25:41</strong>
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				Lewis watched as Raul looked at their surroundings before expertly deducing how they would tackle their first problem of what their shelter would be.&nbsp; The young man was still too flustered to even know where to begin.&nbsp; The grizzled sailor was clearly better at handling stressful situations than his younger counterpart was, and Lewis was happy that at least one of them knew what to do.<br><br>"Y-yes.&nbsp; I suppose you're right.&nbsp; Um...I'm sorry I can't be much help."&nbsp; The officer said, slowly sitting back down on the sand, his emerald eyes looking up at the stout man standing before him.&nbsp; He knew that Raul was less than pleased that he would not be contributing much, at least in the beginning, so he hoped his small apology would make up for it in some way.<br><br>"Whatever you think is fine, Raul.&nbsp; I...I trust your judgment in this situation...I don't know the first thing about building a shelter."&nbsp; He spoke softly, flicking a stray shell with his good foot.<br><br>The sailor nearly turned away until he was stopped, as if remembering something.&nbsp; He inquired about his prior comment about the island being 'uncharted.'<br><br>"Oh...umm...it...wasn't on the chart.&nbsp; At least...not that I could tell."&nbsp; Lewis looked up into the man's dark eyes as he said this, only to look away when the realization dawned in Raul's eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tane71</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 08:25:41</strong>
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				<br>Raul nodded as he listened to the young man. <em>He's not a great help, but sure nice to look at.</em> Rauls eyes wandered over the officers well toned but slender frame resting where bits of smooth white skin showed through the ripped uniform.<br><br>Muttering curses under his breath, Raul scolded himself. <em>Dammit! He is not nice to look at- he is an officer! For Christ’s sake, Raul, get a grip</em>. He forced his eyes back to the officers face. Then it slowly dawned to him what Lewis just said. <em>It's not on the charts... No one even knows this is land exists..</em>. He cursed loud, and with a sudden jolt of rage, he glared angrily at the blond officer, clenching his fists; with a loud roar he turned to the side and started kicking pieces of wood and debris around until finally falling to his knees, heavily panting, the sudden rage fading as fast as it came. He deeply inhaled with closed eyes, until his hands stopped tembling; slowly rising to his feet, he brushed the sand off his clothes.<br><br>Turning back towards the shocked young man, he shrugged and with a succinct "We better start building a balefire then..." walked past him, starting to gather wood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 14:47:57</strong>
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				Lewis' eyes kept roaming over the crewman's body, partly because fear of what he might do and partly because of curiosity.&nbsp; He wondered what it'd be like to run his hands through the thick chestnut hair on that strong chest.&nbsp; <em>Was it bristly or soft?</em>&nbsp; It was merely curiosity at this point, nothing more than the innocent wonderings of a young man who knew not much of the world, and it was natural that being so close to someone so different than himself would elicit these desires...wasn't it?<br><br>Suddenly, Raul cursed before yelling in a rage.&nbsp; Lewis backed up in fear, pushing with his legs and causing him some pain as he tried to get away from the man's angry fit.&nbsp; He ended up on his back with his hands held up in front of him to block a possible incoming blow.<br><br>"Please don't hurt me!"&nbsp; He said, closing his eyes, but nothing came except Raul's suggestion of making a fire.<br><br>The blond's cheeks flushed.&nbsp; <em>Shit!&nbsp; Now he thinks I'm a weakling of a coward.</em><br><br>"Umm...yes, right.&nbsp; That sounds like a good idea.&nbsp; I'll just wait here then, and umm...see what you bring back..."&nbsp; He turned his emerald gaze away, trying not to look at the man for he feared to see any rage in his face, instead choosing to look out across the large expanse of blue waves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tane71</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 19:24:07</strong>
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				Still boiling with rage inside, Raul started gathering wood, throwing it on a pile on the middle of the beach. The pile was slowly rising, as Raul threwpiece after piece on the pile. He stopped when he picked up a half broken crate, noticing there were still some apples left in there. He had simply walked past the young officer earlier, who had fallen on his back. Only then he fully realized that the young man had not just stumbled- he'd been scared, scared of him. <em>That won't do- if He's scared of me he might do something stupid</em>. Forcing himself to calm down, he returned to Lewis, setting the crate down in front of him. “Looks like there were some goods washed ashore; how about I start looking around, and you go through it, and see if anything is worth keeping?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 20:47:14</strong>
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				The blond officer sat still as he watched the powerful man gather large pieces of lumber and debris from the ship to add to the slowly growing pile in front of him.&nbsp; Raul's annoyance was growing in both intensity and visibility, and Lewis was aware of this.&nbsp; He was trying not to further frustrate the older man, but it seemed that he was nothing but a hindrance to him.<br><br>The young male was examining a piece of coral that had washed ashore when the large crate crashed down in front of him with a thud, causing the officer a startle as he looked up to find Raul looming over him once more.&nbsp; <br><br>"Umm...yes.&nbsp; That sounds like a good idea.&nbsp; I'll stay here and go through these things."&nbsp; He paused for a moment, Raul turning to go.<br><br>"Raul!&nbsp; Wait...umm...I know what you must think of me, but...I will do my best to make things go as smoothly as possible here.&nbsp; After all...you obviously know much more than me about seafaring and certainly survival...I just want you to know that."<br><br>He wasn't sure it was the right thing to say, but his intentions were meant well behind it.&nbsp; Lewis was just trying to extend a sort of preemptive olive branch before the sailor got to frustrated with both his current condition as well as his lack of experience.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tane71</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 21:04:56</strong>
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				<br>Raul's eyebrows went up at Lewis' words. <em>Did he just... bah- don't see things that are not there.</em>. With a slightly crooked smile he nodded "Very well then; I'll start searching then". He held Lewis gaze for a moment, an odd expression on his face, then he suddenly winked, his lively blue eyes sparkling with a new interest that had not been there before.<br><br>A bit calmer now, Raul started walking around the beach, foraging through the flotsam for anything useful; he picked up crates and other pieces of potentially useful debris, carrying everything to Lewis so the younger man could search through it without having to walk around. When he passed the large log that once had been the upper part of the mast, the burly sailor stopped to take a closer look at the remnants of the main sail; patting his pockets he sighed with relief when he found his jackknife in there. Raul had been sure to have lost it in the storm, but by some lucky twist of fate it was still there. He pulled the knife out and flipped it open to cut the remnants of the sail from the mast. After folding the heavy fabric into a tight roll, he dragged it across the beach to a group of trees, letting it drop at the foot of a large palm tree. Panting heavily he pulled off the torn remains of his shirt, and used it to wipe the sweat off his face. <br><br>With a soft sigh the sturdy man looked up into the azure sky, listening to the wailing cries of the sea gulls, the roar of the ocean and the sough of the wind in the trees. The wind had picked up a bit in between, blowing over his sweat covered body in a constant breeze. It was quite peaceful, and the heavy labor of lifting and dragging things had soothed his temper. Turning towards the ocean he suddenly spotted a barrel out in the ocean, floating in the surf. Acting on impulse he pulled down his pants, letting them drop to the white sand, as he ran down the beach and into sea spray; he dived into the water to swim out to the barrel with powerful strokes. It took quite some effort to bring the barrel back to shore, but finally the strong man managed to drag it on land. With a strained groan Raul lifted the barrel on his shoulder and carried it to Lewis. He dropped the apparently heavy barrel down in front of the young blond, his arm muscles bulging when he set it down. Standing buck naked in front of the officer Raul wiped the strains of hair out of his face that clung to his wet skin. Drops of sea water glistened in the thick coat of hair on his bare, heaving chest and on the tanned skin of his broad shoulders and arms. Scratching his neck, he grinned widely “It’s rather heavy. I hope there's something good inside.” He rested both hands on his waist, where the tanned skin of his torso changed to the pale skin on his legs and around his loins that was usually covered by his pants. Raul suddenly chuckled, making his member dangle heavily between his brawny legs. “I hoped it was rum at first, but it's not the right cask” He nodded towards the barrel, and smiled at Lewis encouragingly. “So let's see what's inside!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 22:13:33</strong>
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				He breathed a sigh of relief at Raul's apparent positive reaction to his words.&nbsp; <em>That had been easier than I thought it would.</em>&nbsp; However it had happened, Lewis was happy that there was a bit of a more jovial attitude between the two of them, his own smile appearing on his face.&nbsp; His soft blond facial hair curled with his changing expression, giving him a younger look than he appeared.&nbsp; His cheeks flushed slightly as the burly sailor winked one cerulean eye at him, but he wasn't sure why he felt a pleasant uncomfortable feeling when he had done that.<br><br>Lewis spent most of the next few moments sifting through the debris that Raul had brought before him.&nbsp; He threw aside the smaller chunks of soaked wood, thinking they would be no good but for firewood once they dried out, leaving some large planks along with the busted and splintered crate.&nbsp; The officer pulled himself up into a kneeling position, keeping the majority of his weight off of his bad ankle as he did so.<br><br>His emerald irises peered into the broken opening of the water-logged box to find a few apples which had survived the harsh storm.&nbsp; Lewis was so elated to find that some food had survived, he nearly shouted out like a young boy.<br><br>"Apples!"&nbsp; He exclaimed before looking up to see Raul cutting something from what looked like the remainder of the ship's mast.&nbsp; It was the sail!&nbsp; That meant that shelter would be possible.&nbsp; A loud rumble came from within his belly just then, signaling that his body needed nourishment.&nbsp; He'd been so flustered that he had totally lost track of his hunger.<br><br>Lewis eagerly reached for an apple within the crate, bringing the red-skinned fruit to his mouth where he eagerly bit into its sweet flesh to take a generous bite into his mouth.&nbsp; He chewed it over in his mouth for a few seconds before his mind went back to Raul.&nbsp; The man surely had to be hungry like him.&nbsp; The officer swallowed his bite, taking another apple from the crate.<br><br>The blond male looked up then to see Raul rip the remnants of his shirt off to use it as a rag to wipe the sweat from his brow.&nbsp; That hirsute chest was now fully exposed to Lewis' wandering eyes, and if he thought the man was a bear before, he was certainly aware of it now.&nbsp; His entire upper body was covered in a thick layer of dark brownish hair, thicker in some places than others.&nbsp; The sailor seemed to be fixated with something in the water, Lewis following his gaze to see a barrel floating in the sullen waves of the now calm ocean.&nbsp; The blond looked back to see the man remove the remainder of his clothing before taking off at a mad run towards the object.<br><br>He hit the ocean water and swam fast and hard towards the barrel, acquiring it with practiced ease.&nbsp; Raul swam like a sea lion, strong, fast, and determined.&nbsp; The furry sailor eventually dragged it ashore before hoisting it over one thick shoulder to deliver it to Lewis.&nbsp; The young man was speechless and totally unaware that his mouth hung open the entire time, his evergreen pools glued to the powerful and hairy form of Raul, muscles flexing and chest heaving with strength.<br><br>With an equally loud thud, just as the crate had produced, the barrel hit the sand before Lewis, a smiling and proud Raul standing nude behind it.&nbsp; Lewis couldn't help but stare at his naked form.&nbsp; It was so foreign and different than any he'd seen, especially his own.&nbsp; So much hair and so strong, his mind revisiting thoughts of what it'd feel like...the hair and hard muscle underneath his hand as it caressed the man's body.<br><br>He nearly missed his words as those green eyes settled on the impressive length hanging soft between the man's legs.<br><br>"Umm...oh!&nbsp; Yes, of course!"&nbsp; <br><br>Lewis leaned over the large wooden barrel, taking the lid handle in his hands.&nbsp; The officer heaved with all his might, grunting slightly, yet there was no progress.&nbsp; He heaved a second time, lips pursing in concentration until his hands slipped and he fell backwards onto the sand flat on his back.&nbsp; The blond groaned slightly, pushing himself up with his arms.<br><br>"...maybe you should open it..."&nbsp; His cheeks burned, both at being unable to open the barrel and at having the nude bear of a man so close to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tane71</strong> on <strong>20-01-2009, 23:39:32</strong>
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				<em><br>What is he looking at?</em> Raul wondered, looking down. <em>It's a barrel; not much to see there</em>. He cleared his throat, and the young man seemed to pull himself together, and grasped the handle. Raul watched amused as the blond man pulled at the handle with all his strength; the lid did not move. He normally would have felt annoyed, but it was so funny to watch Lewis try a second time, the pursed lips with the tongue sticking out a bit, he had to fight hard not to laugh out loud. He could not keep back a grin though when the younger man fell back and had to admit his defeat and ask him for help.<br><br>"Sure" Raul stepped closer, his large hand reaching for the handle. He felt Lewis' gaze on his body. <em>He's staring again.</em> Then it hit him. He had been looking at <em>him</em>. Looking at his member. Could it be that he had never seen another man naked before? Or did he... <em>Raul!</em> He pulled himself together and tried not to look at Lewis, when he began to pull at the resistant lid; his biceps bulged as the burly man applied more force. Raul had not been with anyone for a long time.<em> And that smooth skin and blond hair. He looked so innocent.</em> Raul absentmindedly licked over his lips, then scolded himself. <em>Bad idea!</em><br><br>He pulled harder at the handle, but the wooden lid still wouldn't budge, contorted after the long time in the salt water. <em>I wonder how it would feel, that smooth body under mine... Dammit Raul! Stop it; he'll read it in your face if you don't...</em> Even worse, the struggle with the lid in combination with his thoughts started to show effect on his body, his dick slowly growing, already more than just semi-erected. And he did not wear pants.... <em>It's the gallows, Raul; pull yourself together!</em><br><br>With an angry growl he yanked hard at the lid, stumbling back two steps when suddenly the lid came loose, the wood finally giving in. He turned to Lewis with a victorious smile. Looking at the young man in his tattered uniform, with the wood piled behind him for the balefire, a new thought came to him. <em>They'll probably never find us- they'll probably not even try...</em>. He swallowed, thinking of the consequences that implied.&nbsp; <em>I could...</em> He just stood there, stunned, the lid still in his hand, staring directly at Lewis with an unreadable expression on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 01:40:52</strong>
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				The officer could not help but stare up at the larger man, muscles bulging as he tried to open the wet barrel.&nbsp; Luckily, the man's exposed member was hidden behind the stubborn wooden vessel, at least prevent a bit of further embarrassment.&nbsp; It didn't help much though, Lewis' mind forming a mental image in his mind.&nbsp; <em>He's so different...large and...all that hair...</em>&nbsp; In truth, he'd only seen very few other men naked before, and none were such specimens of masculinity as Raul was.&nbsp; The blond bit his lip as his innocent green eyes met the two large mounds of the man's pectoral muscles, both covered in a thick layer of brownish fur.<br><br>Raul's first attempt was unsuccessful which was slightly comforting as it meant he wasn't a total weakling, the barrel had just swelled shut.&nbsp; However, his strength still paled in comparison to the sailor before him.&nbsp; <em>He's so strong...</em>&nbsp; The barrel creaked slightly as the man heaved at the lid again.<br><br>Lewis' thoughts were marginally more innocent than Raul's given that he'd never laid with someone in a bed as the sailor was thinking about the officer just then.&nbsp; He was a virgin, pure and simple.&nbsp; His thoughts ended at a general exploration of the older man's body, but what Raul had in store was for more than the blond had anticipated.<br><br>If the man's length was hardening, Lewis had not seen it...at least not yet.&nbsp; Just then, as if fate wanted it to happen, the barrel's unyielding lid gave way, causing the crewman to stumble back slightly bringing the lid with him.&nbsp; Lewis knelt up higher in anticipation of what they'd find, but as soon as he did, Raul's near fully rigid member came into view, thick, long, and intimidating.<br><br>The officer's eyes were glued too it for way too long before his vermilion gaze looked away, anywhere but at the man's groin.&nbsp; He caught a glimpse of his face which was then unreadable, making it hard for the officer to tell what he was thinking.&nbsp; That was not important now though.&nbsp; In an effort to distract both of them from the awkward air between them, Lewis tried to turn their attention to the contents of the barrel.<br><br>"Umm...w-what's inside?"&nbsp; He said softly, looking down, yet his eyes kept stealing, not so secret, glances of that strong, furry body including the weapon hanging between those tree trunk like thighs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tane71</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 21:36:06</strong>
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				<br>“Who cares?” Raul chucked the lid to the side, forgetting about it immediately; his eyes were locked on the young man in front of him. Raul knew it was a bad idea. But the euphoria of having survived the storm was still rushing through his system, his hunger for life greater than ever. After the long time of suppression his body demanded satisfaction, the pull between his legs pressing for release. That the young officer was a bit unhandy, and apparently overtaxed with the situation made him feel strong, almost invincible; and the shy innocence of the blond aroused him even more.<br><br>The naked sailor slowly walked towards the young man, almost like a predator on the prowl. His icy blue eyes held the gaze of the innocent young man, as he stepped closer and closer, until his stocky muscular body towered over the stunned young officer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 21:48:18</strong>
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				"Huh?"&nbsp; <br><br>It was all Lewis said as his gaze once again met that of the bearish man standing behind the barrel.&nbsp; He began to slowly walk toward the blond, kneeling man with a look of purpose and intent in his eye.&nbsp; The officer's fear began to well up inside of him, his body quivering in anticipation of what Raul was doing.&nbsp; When it was clear that he meant to come at him, Lewis somehow found his voice.<br><br>"S-stop there!"&nbsp; He said, voice cracking slightly, but the man kept up his pace.<br><br>"That's an order!!"&nbsp; Lewis said louder, but to no avail, Raul still advanced until he was standing over him.&nbsp; <br><br>The blond officer had leaned back in fright, a whimper leaving his lips as the powerful nude form stood like some deistic statue come to life.&nbsp; However, what made him most uncomfortable was the man's rigid organ which stood out from his body as an omen of his intent, large and oppressing, just like the man himself.&nbsp; Lewis knelt there, frozen in place, his gaze moving from the man's face to the hard organ mere inches away from him and then back again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tane71</strong> on <strong>21-01-2009, 22:33:00</strong>
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				<br>Raul stopped, looking down to the lithe blond. The young officer had given him an order, demanding him to stop; but the cracking voice and unsteady gaze had revealed his fear and undermined his authority. Raul was beyond taking commands. The tension that had been building up in him all day, had only temporarily been relieved by the physical labor; it was seeking for a vent now, a way to blow off steam. There was this pulsing behind his temples, this pressure that usually grew until he fell into wild rage, beating up the first fool that was stupid enough to give him a reason. And there always was one.<br><br>But this was different. This time he was not in blind rage. Raul hesitated for a moment; the blonds gaze drifted towards his member, and the hesitant sailor heard the soft whimper from Lewis' lips. With a menacing growl he lunged at the youth, throwing him back, as he buried him under his heavier body. He grasped the young man's wrists, pulling them above his head. The sailor pressed a strong knee between Lewis' legs, forcing them apart. With the weight of his muscular body he pinned the young man to the ground. Raul slowly ground his fully aroused member against the officer's hip when he lowered his head, his lips nearly touching Lewis' ear.<br><br>Raul's voice was almost soft when growled "What did you say, <em>Sir</em>?" into Lewis' ear. His face was so close that Lewis could feel his warm breath brushing over his skin, his icy blue eyes meeting the officer's emerald ones, holding their gaze.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 00:08:03</strong>
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				Lewis yelped in fear as the large man was atop him like a predator lunging for its prey, eyes closing as he held up his hands to shield him from whatever was coming; he didn't know just yet.&nbsp; However, that proved only to make the sailor's job easier as those wrists were grasped and held firm above his head which effectively immobilized them.&nbsp; His legs were then forcefully spread, eliciting a whine from the blond man as his sprained ankle scraped against the wet sand.<br><br>What frightened him next was the feel of that erect length rubbing against his hip.&nbsp; The sailor's intentions were clear, but Lewis didn't want to think about them.&nbsp; However, the man's body was so close now.&nbsp; That hairy, muscular form overpowering him was mere inches away, and Lewis could feel him.&nbsp; He felt the rough callouses on the man's hands as they held the blond's two wrists.&nbsp; He felt the soft and yet bristly chestnut hair rub against his soft skin through the exposed tears and holes in his tattered and torn uniform.&nbsp; Lewis could smell him now, as close as he was, and the aroma that came off of him was a mixture of sweat, musk, and the sea.&nbsp; So, after experiencing all that, he couldn't explain why, but his own cock had begun to harden within the remains of his uniform trousers.<br><br>'What did you say, <em>Sir</em>?'<br><br>He said with a voice as heavy and strong as he was before the man's cold blue eyes came into view.&nbsp; It was quite intimidating, having him this close, to feel the warmth from his breath as the only contrast between the sea air.<br><br>Lewis could only try to talk his way out of this, but his voice was failing him.&nbsp; He was terrified.<br><br>"P-pl...ease...stop, Raul"&nbsp; He whimpered loudly, the prey pleading with its predator.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tane71</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 01:32:26</strong>
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				<br>Raul smiled pleased when he heard the young man whimper again, the sweet, timid sound arousing him even more. He pulled Lewis' wrists close enough together to hold both with one hand. The free hand wandered down the officers body, resting on his waist. He impatiently yanked the jacket and shirt up, exposing the bare smooth chest. With a soft groan Raul ran his large hand firmly over the young mans ribs, its palm rough on the smooth skin, calloused from his hard work. His big thumb rubbed over one pink nipple, circling around it. Then he took the rosy nipple between his thumb and finger, pulling at it gently.<br><br>Raul smiled, waiting for another whimper, then ran his hand down the smooth chest, and over the flat stomach. He groaned softly into Lewis' ear, breathing heavily. A sudden gust blew through the sailors hair, and over the young man's naked skin. Everything seemed to be quiet, with only the roaring of the ocean, Lewis' whimpers and the soft groans of the sailor breaking the silence. The burly man's large hand kept roaming over the exposed torso, then came to rest on Lewis waist, grasping his belt. His hard meat throbbed, a small drop of precum glistening on the foreskin.<br><br>"...Stop...., <em>Sir</em>?" Raul slowly licked along his neck, savouring the slightly salty taste of the young man's sweat. " I don't think so...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 05:11:11</strong>
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				Lewis shivered under the man's touch, green eyes looking up to watch his face as the man forcefully explored his body. &nbsp;He thought Raul might be content with just rubbing over his clothed body and perhaps get bored with him. &nbsp;That didn't happen, however. &nbsp;In fact, he went further, yanking the remains of the blond officer's coat and shirt up to reveal a smooth and trim upper body. &nbsp;Lewis felt like a specimen under a microscope for the burly man to poke and prod. &nbsp;<br><br>His eyes closed as his cheeks reddened in embarrassment. &nbsp;Raul had begun rubbing one of his vulnerable pink nubs, making it harden and stick up slightly before taking it between thumb and forefinger to pull it teasingly which elicited another whimper from Lewis. &nbsp;The hand resumed its exploratory roaming of his upper body, sliding from a slightly toned chest to a trim and flat stomach. &nbsp;The bearish man's warm breath made the experience feel more animalistic between them. &nbsp;The officer felt more and more as if he was losing control, if he ever had it to begin with, the further that Raul's manipulations went.<br><br>The hand then rested against his leather belt which was the only fully intact part of his uniform that survived the storm. &nbsp;The sailor's fingers grasped the leather length tightly, signaling where he wanted to venture next. &nbsp;Lewis gave a whine as he felt the hand pull against it, fearing what Raul was thinking...what he would do. &nbsp;The worst possibility hadn't come across his mind yet, but he'd realize what the powerful man wanted soon enough.<br><br>"Ahhh....R..aul...don't...please..." &nbsp;Lewis tried to protest, whimpering the words out as he squirmed feebly as a strong, wet tongue marched its way along the soft skin of his neck.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tane71</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 20:28:04</strong>
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				<br>Raul's breath quickened. No one had ever aroused him like the young blond. This was different than the previous encounters he had; he was used to a few quick thrusts in a dark alley, a few stifled moans, before both went their way. This time he wanted more. He wanted the young man; and he wanted him naked. Raul shifted position to straddle him. With a lustful grunt and a quick yank of his powerful arm&nbsp; he ripped&nbsp; the coat and shirt open. Letting go of the young man's wrists, he pulled the torn clothes off. The older man paused for a moment, taking the time to let his eyes wander over the smooth chest, the flat stomach and lean hips. Ignoring the so far feeble resistance of the young man he ran his hand over the exposed young body, licking his lips. With a pleased smile the stocky seaman combed with his fingers through the silky golden hair, before grasping it to yank back Lewis' head. A soft growl escaped his throat when he licked along the soft neck again. The bristly fur on his broad chest brushed over Lewis' smooth skin when the muscular man came down on him; Raul's hips rested between the officer's legs, forcing them further apart. <br><br>The aroused sailor pressed his lips hard against Lewis', groaning louder. Parting his lips, the sailor let his tongue over Lewis' lips, pressing it against them. His large hand explored the smooth bare chest, stroking over the soft skin. The searching hand found the hardened nipple again, pinching, then twirling the pink nub. He ground harder against the young officers groins, until he suddenly paused. Raul's eyes widened with surprise, when he felt hardness under the fabric. His hand moved down immediately, pulling at the belt impatiently, unbuckling it. A probing hand slid into the pants, searching for the young mans dick, until his brawny fingers closed around the silky shaft.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-01-2009, 21:34:04</strong>
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				Lewis had never had anyone this close before, nor had he ever been touched like the burly crewman was doing at that moment.&nbsp; It was all new to him which excited and scared him all at once.&nbsp; The officer's body began to yearn for more of Raul's touch while his mind screamed for it to cease.<br><br>The muscled man's body was suddenly upon him then, a large claw of a hand giving a powerful yank at his torn jacket and shirt, ripping the fabric open.&nbsp; Buttons flew from the fabric to lay upon the wet sand as Raul tore away at the blond's symbol of authority.&nbsp; Without the thick, colored fabric upon his body, he was just another man.&nbsp; A weaker man than the sailor.&nbsp; A man that the grizzled male could overpower and do with what he will.<br><br>The blond whimpered again at the sheer power this man was showing in the process of forcing himself upon Lewis' trim body, the sound sweet as honey to the sailor, rang in his ears.&nbsp; He had paused to take in the sight of the splayed young man, laying prone before him now that the obscuring shirt and jacket had been ripped away.&nbsp; Raul explored his torso once more, the rough skin of his palm and fingers scraping over the soft flesh of Lewis' upper body.&nbsp; <br><br>The man's other hand entwined within the youth's locks of honey colored hair only to yank his head back furiously, causing the smaller male to yelp in surprise.&nbsp; Raul let his large tongue dance its way along the vulnerable skin of Lewis' neck, feeling the large blood vessel underneath pulse rapidly with the blond's heartbeat.&nbsp; The crewman's furry chest barely touched the smooth expanse of Lewis' own upper body, making him squirm as it tickled him slightly.<br><br>Suddenly, his lips were covered by Raul's own mouth, a groan resonating into his the pinkish flesh.&nbsp; A wet, large tongue pressed against the officer's closed lips, demanding entry, but Lewis kept his mouth tightly closed.&nbsp; However, when the man's roaming fingers pinched the taut flesh of the smaller man's pink nipple, his mouth flew open to release a loud moan, and just as it did, the waiting tongue invaded Lewis' wet orifice, tackling his own moist, pink muscle and wrestling it into submission.<br><br>His body had betrayed him by now, his cock impossibly hard inside the confines of his ripped trousers.&nbsp; Lewis hoped and begged whatever power above that Raul wouldn't find out, but his begging was to no avail as the man ground his much larger organ against his own pulsing length.&nbsp; He pulled away in surprise immediately, a large hand seeking what he'd just felt, tearing away at Lewis' belt to allow his pawing hand access.&nbsp; Big fingers eventually made their way inside, wrapping around the young man's slightly drooling organ.&nbsp; Lewis moaned loudly just as the hand wrapped around the soft flesh, his body experiencing the first touch of another to his most private of places other than his own.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tane71</strong> on <strong>23-01-2009, 20:07:23</strong>
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				<br>The warm afternoon sun was burning on Raul's back, making him break out in sweat as he groaned louder into the kiss; his large hand was clasped firmly around the young man's twitching member, holding it in a tight grip. The sailors large tongue battled against Lewis' muscle as it explored the sweet cave of his mouth. Another deep, lustful groan escaped the strong man's throat. The hairy man slowly ground his groins against Lewis leg now, his throbbing dick almost painfully hard. With a sudden move of his head he broke from the kiss, looking into Lewis' green eyes. He leaned back, determined to challenge the young man some more before finally taking what he wanted.<br><br>Letting go of the young man's growing erection, he reached for the brown leather belt, pulling it out. Raul unfastened the pants before getting up on his feet, his fingers still clutched into the fabric of Lewis pants and underwear. The officers legs were pulled up when Raul yanked impatiently at the pants. The constant breeze blew stronger over the powerful seaman, drying the sweat on his skin quickly. He watched Lewis feet fall back to the ground, when the managed to finally pull the pants off.<br><br>Still holding the tattered pants in one hand, the burly sailor towered over Lewis slim naked body. Raul's eyes were cloudy with lust and desire, and he stepped forward, until his feet were left and right of the Lewis' hips. He did not touch the young man now as if he was daring him to try and run. Knowing all to well that the young officer would never be able to outrun him with his injured foot, he just stood there admiring the naked body, enjoying well toned, slender frame, the smooth white chest with the pink nipples, the small fluff of blond hair just above the pink pulsing flesh that stirred between the young man's legs. When the young man began to squirm with embarrassment under his rigid gaze, Raul began to growl with lust. He was completely in control of the situation now, and seeing the handsome youth writhe helplessly below him excited and aroused the older man. He closed his hand around his own cock, slowly sliding it up and down the hard shaft.<br><br>With his deep voice, hoarse with lust, Raul growled "I bet you're tight like a virgin.... <em>Sir</em>; aren't you?", watching Lewis' handsome features closely as he waited for the reaction to his words show on the young man's face.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 15:52:14</strong>
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				Lewis squirmed under the big seaman, hands digging into the wet, gritty sand as his mouth was assaulted by the man's powerful tongue.&nbsp; That coupled with the large hand wrapped around his rigid member was sending unwanted pleasure.&nbsp; His mind screamed out for it to stop.<br><br>'He can't do this!&nbsp; He shouldn't be doing this!&nbsp; I'm an officer, and he's a...a crewman...a very strong, crewman.&nbsp; And we're both men as well!!&nbsp; Men don't do this with each other!'<br><br>As his mind was fighting a futile battle of trying to remain in a somewhat semblent amount of control, his body was sending different signals.&nbsp; The feel of Raul's bristly body hair rubbing against his own smooth body was sending shivers up his spine.&nbsp; The large, wet tongue invading his mouth made him whimper submissively into the man's mouth, and the large cock rubbing against his leg made his own dick pulse in anticipation.&nbsp; His face was flushed like a blushing bride on her wedding night, and there was nothing he could do to hide it.<br><br>Suddenly, the burly sailor knelt up between his spread legs before unthreading the belt from Lewis' pants.&nbsp; The man then stood, taking the officer's pants and underwear with him, Lewis' legs popping free from the fabric to land back on the sand, legs bent and spread as he leaned up on his arms to gaze up at Raul with his vermilion eyes.&nbsp; The crewman paused for a long moment, dark eyes roaming over the young man's nearly naked form with only the tattered remains of his torn open jacket and shirt to cover his shoulders and upper arms and leaving the rest of his body exposed.&nbsp; <br><br>Lewis felt extremely uncomfortable, getting the feeling of being a bug under a microscope once more.&nbsp; His body fidgeted as Raul looked on, a slight sound somewhere between a whine and a whimper escaped him only to be carried away by the blowing wind.&nbsp; The hairy man then enclosed his own thick length with his strong, calloused hand which then started to slowly stroke along the length of it.&nbsp; <br><br>Lewis' mouth fell open as he heard the words, cheeks blushing redder as he looked away.&nbsp; That was all the answer that Raul needed.&nbsp; The officer was, in fact, a virgin as Raul would be finding out soon, no doubt.&nbsp; The officer bit his lip in embarrassment, yet he didn't say a word because it would be too embarrassing to answer the man.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tane71</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 18:48:28</strong>
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				<br>Raul had watched Lewis closely when he spoke, and he was not disappointed with the young man's reaction. His deep, embarrassed blush was invigorating, intoxicating. It went to Raul's head like no rum could ever do; and it told him the blond officer was unusually innocent for a seafarer. <em>Not for long anymore though...</em> Even though the young man squirmed under his gaze, he had not even tried to fight or escape, as futile as any such an attempt might have been.<br><br>With a knowing smile on his face Raul sank to his knees, straddling Lewis; the young man seemed ashamed and embarrassed, but his body had betrayed him. He was more than ready to be taken by a man who knew what he wanted. The sailor let himself fall forward, his forearms supporting his body, resting left and right of Lewis' head. His body weighed heavily on the younger man. Ignoring Lewis' attempts to avoid him, he pressed his lips against the young man's closed mouth. Lewis' lips did not yield to the pressing of Raul's tongue, but he already learned how to overcome that resistance. With a quick twist on the young man's pink nipple he made him moan loud, taking the chance to dart his tongue into the sweet mouth. He slowly stroke with his fingertips over the officers side, causing him to moan and shiver. Aroused by that sweet sound, Raul pressed his muscular, hairy body harder against the blond youth. His hands started to roam demanding over the smooth skin, running firmly over Lewis ribs and side, then along the back to finally cup the young man's buns. His palm rubbed slowly over the firm butt, grabbing the cheeks to spread them. He ran a finger along the cleft; the feeling of the soft rosy pucker under his fingertip was to much for the burly sailor, and he groaned loud into the kiss, grinding hard against the young man. Unable to resist any longer he slowly forced the thick finger into the young man's tight ass, pressing it against the tight sphincter until it finally gave in.<br><br><em>Time to further bend his will...</em> Breaking from the kiss abruptly, he whispered hoarsely into Lewis ear "Now, we can do this two ways..." Raul licked over the tender skin of Lewis' neck "I can just take you- and it will hurt like hell; or I can be gentle. Then it won't be nearly as bad." Raul chuckled softly "You might even come to like it. But you'll have to ask for that; beg for it even." Raul lowered his head to suck hard at the officers neck, sure to have left a mark. "So, what's it's going to be?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 19:18:39</strong>
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				The man, apparently done appraising the young man's experience and body, let himself sink down to his knees once more.&nbsp; Lewis instinctively tried to push away with his hands in the sand but only succeeded in pushing a bit of the white grains away from himself.&nbsp; The man was atop him quickly again, ending any further attempt to get away as feeble as they were.&nbsp; Lips surrounded by thick chestnut hair found his own soft pink cushions, and again, he did not part them for the man in an attempt to keep his seeking tongue out.&nbsp; Raul had learned one of his weaknesses, however, and he used it to his full advantage.<br><br>A rough twist of his sensitive pink nub cause his lips to part in a loud moan, and once again, Raul took the opportunity to raid his mouth with that strong, slick muscle.&nbsp; One set of calloused fingers rubbed over the soft skin of his side which sent jolts of electric sensations through his form, his body shivering under the burly man's touch.&nbsp; His body yearned for more.&nbsp; It needed to feel more of the man, and Lewis still fought it in a small scared portion of his mind.&nbsp; That part of his mind tried to close its eyes, to cover its ears, to block out what was happening, but with each new touch from Raul, his resolve cracked a bit more.<br><br>Two hands found their way to the blond officers exposed rear, hands massaging over two firm mounds of his butt.&nbsp; Lewis whimpered loudly into Raul's mouth once more.&nbsp; No one had touched him like the sailor was touching him now, and it frightened him.&nbsp; This was all new yet it all felt so good.&nbsp; The crewman's hand went even further on his pale bottom, one finger voyaging into the crevice between two firm, round cheeks to rub his pink puckered entrance teasingly until the man forced the thick digit inside of him.&nbsp; Lewis' eyes flew open, his head throwing back as they broke the kiss, a loud yelping whine left his mouth as he shuddered under Raul's overbearing form.<br><br>He'd never felt anything like this, the feeling of something inside of him, venturing further until the finger rested its entire length within his tight, warm chute.<br><br>"R-Raul...s-stop..."&nbsp; He begged softly until he was cut off by the man's hoarse whisper into his ear.&nbsp; Lewis was given the options, and he really wasn't in a place to negotiate anything as the finger inside of him wiggled slightly as if to make Raul's point crystal clear.&nbsp; He could be taken by force which would likely hurt and perhaps even injure him or he could have it gentle.&nbsp; However, he'd have to beg for it to be gentle...he'd have to submit to Raul...to switch their roles.&nbsp; Lewis would have to accept that Raul was superior to him.<br><br>He didn't have long to think as Raul clamped a large mouth down onto his soft neck where it sucked painfully on the flesh there.&nbsp; When he had finished, the man had indeed left a large dark purple mark where his mouth had latched onto the flesh beneath.&nbsp; The officer had to do something before Raul made the decision for him, so he gulped, swallowing his dignity and pride before closing his eyes to speak.<br><br>"I...I want it gentle...P-please...Raul...do it gently..."&nbsp; His voice cracked and quivered, and the blond man hoped that'd be enough for the seaman.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tane71</strong> on <strong>24-01-2009, 23:37:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Raul smiled pleased when he heard the officer falter and then submit with a quivering voice. He considered making the officer beg some more, but he was too aroused for any games; he needed to take the young blond now, loose himself inside this incredibly tight virgin ass.&nbsp; <em>Easy Raul, easy...</em> He muttered a soft "Aye, Sir" into Lewis ear and spat into his hand; using the saliva to lubricate his finger, he rubbed it over the rosy sphincter. The thick finger moved slowly inside of Lew's back passage, turning around to relax the young man. Once the muscle began to give in, he added a second finger, thrusting it into the hot tightness. The two fingers wiggled inside Lewis tight ass, widening him slowly&nbsp; <em>Soon, now.</em>..<br><br>He licked over the purple mark he left on the young man's neck, then let his tongue wander over the smooth chest, leaving a wet trace from his neck. Raul let the tip of his tongue circle slowly around the pink nipple, before sucking hard at the rosy nub, taking it between his lips and and teeth.&nbsp; <em>He tastes good.</em>.. The strong sailor ran his other hand over Lewis naked torso, enjoying the smooth skin, the muscles underneath. When his hand ran over the other nipple, he took it between finger and thumb and pinched it, first gently then harder, until it hardened and stood erect.<br><br>A third finger joined the two that were already buried deep inside Lewis tight passage; Raul slowly turned his hand, rotating the fingers inside Lewis butt, thrusting them in and out of the tight anus. The seaman's breath came faster, when he felt the young body react to the constant stimulation. His fingers moved in Lewis butt, exploring the hot cave. Then he found the little nob of Lewis prostrate. Prodding against it with each thrust, he heard the young man moan and squirm <em>He's ready...</em>. With a lustful groan he pulled the fingers out of the tight passage, and turned the officer around, pulling him up on all fours; trembling with lust he rested on his knees, right behind the young man.<br><br>The head of his meat was swollen and purple,when he rested it against the quivering sphincter. Raul deeply inhaled, taking in the beauty of the well toned body in front of him, ready to be taken. His hands rested on Lewis hips, holding him in place when he pushed forward, forcing his large meat slowly into Lewis tight ass.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Castaways (Tane71 &amp; Ryven)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>25-01-2009, 19:49:45</strong>
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				Lewis moaned loudly as the finger returned to his tight entrance lubricated with nothing but the sailor's spit which didn't do much to ease the discomfort of being loosened for the main event.&nbsp; A few moments passed with the blond squirming under the man as his tight anus was probed by the assaulting finger, and eventually, it began to relax slightly.&nbsp; A second digit began to squirm its way in beside the first, causing the officer to groan out loudly as the thick fingers opened him up more than he'd ever been before.&nbsp; The two fingers wiggled inside his tight heated flesh as the helpless young man whimpered out what was supposed to be a sound of protest but only served to spur the seaman on.<br><br>As his tight canal was being explored by Raul's experienced fingers, his neck and chest were being explored once more by the grizzly man's large tongue.&nbsp; It lapped at the bruised flesh at his neck before winding a slick trail of saliva down to one pink nub where it was taken between the man's teeth causing Lewis to arch his back off the sand as a high-pitched whine left his throat.&nbsp; His nerves were on fire, and his body responded to Raul's every touch, his hole clenching at the invading fingers and his muscles quivering as the man bit and chewed on the blond's sensitive nipple.<br><br>"R-Raul..."&nbsp; Lewis moaned out softly, head laid back on the sand with his eyes closed and his back arched in pleasure.&nbsp; The man was playing his body like a fine tuned piano, a mantra of whimpers and moans leaving his throat to create a symphony of sexual delight.&nbsp; The officer's mind had long given up by now in trying to stop what was happening.&nbsp; It all felt so good save the slight discomfort of having his virgin hole stretched open so roughly.&nbsp; The discomfort grew more powerful when a third digit pushed itself in with the others, a slight yelp interrupting the sweet music coming from Lewis' mouth.&nbsp; Those thick fingers twisted inside of his clenching entrance as if the man was trying to hollow him out, but instead, his intent was to loosen him up.<br><br>Lewis was squirming even more now, creating small banks and piles of sand as his limbs moved with the pleasure his body was receiving.&nbsp; His hands actually lifted up to hold onto the hairy barrel chest of the crewman above him, his grip tightening as the man found and poked his prostate.&nbsp; The young man's body shuddered visibly as he gave a loud, long moan.&nbsp; He'd never felt anything like that before.&nbsp; It was like Raul had pressed a button inside of him that sent an electric shock of pleasure up his spine.&nbsp; He wanted it again...he needed to feel it again.&nbsp; However, the fingers were pulled free just as he thought he might get to experience it again.<br><br>Suddenly, he found himself being turned over and pulled up onto his hands and knees, the dull pain in his ankle reminding him of his injury, but the pleasure given from Raul was more than enough to drown it out for now.&nbsp; Lewis felt the bulbous head of the man's thick rod kissing against his loosened entrance, causing him to shiver and give a submissive whimper as he knew what was about to happen.&nbsp; He wanted to cry as it seemed to degrading to have been in such a powerful position the previous day only to be on his hands and knees now, blushing like a virgin bride about to be taken for the first time.&nbsp; Two strong hands landed on his hips, and then it happened.<br><br>Lewis yelped loudly as the fat head forced its way inside his body, his loosened entrance begrudgingly giving in to the pressure and swallowing the large beast between the man's legs.&nbsp; Inch by inch sank slowly into the tight confines of the officer's rear, the velvet soft grip of his wet, heated canal gripping Raul's pulsing erection like a glove.
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