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  “Captain?”

  “Why have you followed me?”

  “To return your purse.”

  Moving out of the shadows, the sight of him caused a stirring in what should have been Simon’s worn out cock. Never in his life had Simon preformed more than once a night.

  “I told you to take it, to get yourself a new life.”

  “Where would I go? I’m too small and too pretty to ever be given a man’s job.”

  “Do you enjoy being ass fucked by strangers?”

  “This way I can choose who fucks me. Living on the street, it’s whoever is strong enough to force me. Very few are weaker than I am.”

  “Then I’ll give you more money to set yourself up.”

  Simon gripped Roger by the arm and suffered a rush of warmth over his body and a cock going stiff and hard. Swearing to himself his only interest was saving Roger, he also swore it was not to have sex. The argument wore thin before they reached his rooms. Roger was too complacent, perhaps expectant, and Simon knew why. He had already exposed his true nature.

  They made their way through the quiet, dark house, and Roger made his reasons for going along so quietly known as soon as the bedroom door closed. He stepped into Simon, rubbing his soft belly against Simon’s raging hard on.

  “Stop it. That isn’t why I brought you here.”

  “You’re lying to yourself. You want me. Let me love you.”

  Gripping him firmly by the shoulders, Simon sat him down in a chair. “There are occupations you can find where you won’t need to sell your body. I can help you find one”

  “I sell my body because I want to.”

  “Why?”

  “It’s better to pretend those few minutes that someone loves me for once in my life than to never feel loved at all.”

  “You’ve had love. You came from a good family. I can hear it in your speech.”

  “My mother died giving birth to me, even a puny as I was. I was always a bitter disappointment to my father. I never grew as I should, you see.” His hand waved over his small frame. “Nor did I care for the ‘manly’ things. I became ill when the hounds tore a fox to pieces and could barely hold a sword. Then, of course, there was the fact I never cared for women.”

  He paused, settling further back into the chair. “I married because he insisted. I forced myself to mate, and she endured. We were both miserable, but she did conceive. One night during a storm, the carriage horses bolted. The footman was thrown off early; the driver went into the river with the carriage and horses. No one had seen me jump free. Lying in the mud, I thought how much better it would be if I were dead. My father had his heir, and my wife could find someone she could love. I thought of throwing myself in the river to make it true, but then I realized, I could be free as well. I had a good sized purse and started walking. When I reached the shore, I booked passage here. I had heard things were different on this side of the water for my kind. Over there, I suffered the same condemnation, fighting my nature, as you heap upon yourself.”

  “Do you still think of jumping in a river?”

  Roger didn’t answer the question, saying instead, “I was raped before we ever reached port and twice more before I found the tavern. In the tavern, I’m safe and have at least fleeting love.”

  He pushed himself to his feet. “I appreciate what you’ve offered me, but unless you offer me yourself, I will stay where I am.”

  “Being butt fucked by every stranger that comes along?” he asked, knowing the feeling surging through him was an unreasonable jealousy.

  “Some are even gentle.” He approached Simon slowly. “Do you not feel the attraction between us? Have you ever felt it for a woman?”

  Simon shivered as Roger’s hand stroked down his arm. The feeling was wonderful and one he had never felt with a woman, though he would not say so. “It’s wrong.”

  “So man preaches, but would God have made us so if it wasn’t to be?”

  Roger’s hand stroked up Simon’s arm, across his chest and down his stomach as he talked.

  Simon caught the questing fingers before they reached his aching cock, arguments of sin and temptation flittering in his head. They never found voice.

  “Love me for tonight, Captain. Discover how wonderful it can be to freely share your body.”

  Simon excused how easily Roger wiggled his hand free of his restraining grip. “I still feel the effects of the drug, and you take advantage. You work to seduce me.”

  Massaging gently, Roger told him, “I planned to convince you I was desperate to leave this life to win your purse from you. Did you not give it to me, I would have filled you will more drink and drug until you passed out. You would have awoken in an alley, not knowing how you got there.”

  “I would have known what happened.”

  “We would all have sworn you left earlier.” He pulled on the ties, loosening the overlap of Simon’s britches. “You may have suspected, but couldn’t have proved.”

  “You’re a common thief as well.” Simon sucked a breath in when Roger’s fingers closed around his cock.

  “Nothing about me is common,” he whispered, tugging and squeezing the cock in his hand.

  “You want to put this in me. You want to feel me tight and warm around you.”

  “Yes.” He moaned, admitting the truth, damning himself for it. “I want to fuck you.”

  Roger stepped back, stripping himself slowly. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you fill me, pumping your hard cock in and out until you erupt and fill me with your seed. Take me however you wish, but take me. Facing me, from behind, however you feel the most comfortable, but know, facing me, I can make it better and better for you. While you sink yourself deep, I can touch you.”

  Simon couldn’t look up from the floor, too uncomfortable with what they were about to do.

  He did still feel the drug they’d put in his wine. Not enough to suppress guilt and shame in wanting a man, while enough to set aside his conscience to have him and excuse his passion.

  Roger spoke softly, tugging Simon’s arm to lead him to the bed. “Let me undress you. Let me see how beautiful you are.”

  Simon did, standing statue still, looking at the ceiling while Roger stripped him. Seeing only the top of his blond head, he continued to stand when Roger went to his knees, kissing and licking from Simon’s knees to his balls, sucking his sac into a hot wet mouth. Standing was harder with his knees going weak. The slick little tongue licked his length from aching balls to dripping crown, lapping off his leaking cum. His knees gave way when that tongue formed around his cock and sucked it into his mouth. Simon grabbed Roger’s head, holding him in place and taking him with him as he dropped to sit on the bed.

  “You’re a devil to tempt me.”

  “Only a man loving a man,” Roger mumbled around his full mouth.

  Simon’s hips surged, driving his cock to the back of Roger’s throat. Roger took him all, sucking, pulling back and forth, his tongue twirling around the tip before he sucked him deep again.

  “No, stop. I want in you. I want in you now.”

  Tugging Simon’s shoulders, Roger went to his back on the bed. “Come to me,” he whispered, pulling Simon close. “You’re wet and slick enough to easily slide into me.” Legs going wide and knees to his shoulders, his hand encircled Simon’s spit moistened, rigid cock and guided it to his hole. “Just push now, slow and easy.”

  With his head hanging and his eyes closed, he followed Roger’s tugs until his knees hit the bed. One quick glance showed Roger’s legs open to take him. Simon could not bear the thought. Flipping Roger to his back, Whale’s word of pretending ate at him, but did not stop the questing of his cock. Roger twisted, reaching to grip Simon’s cock and guide him, going up to his knees to raise his butt.

  The muscles against the tip of his cock moved. Roger pushed out, opening himself to take him, exciting Simon to the point he nearly plunged straight in. He held back, his body trembling.

  His balls swelle
d until they felt near to bursting, but he would not brutalize the man again.

  “Make love to me, Captain. Make me cum for the first time while being fucked.”

  Simon had never done anything but fuck, never before suffered the threatening loss of control as desire pushed him. Still he did hold back, easing in despite the sensations coursing through him as Roger’s asshole muscles closed tight around him. The deeper he went the harder it was not to jerk back and pound, jerk and pound until the ache was given release. Never had he been so submerged and so aroused.

  “Pull back and come in again. Pound me, Captain. Pound your love into me.”

  Simon did pound. Sweat dripped from his face. His heart thumped in his heaving chest, and he hips jerked, ramming himself in and out. The ravaged body pressed and pulled away with him, increasing the pace. Simon clenched his jaw to hold back a scream of pure pleasure even before his own body exploded with sensations beyond measure. Faraway he heard soft cries, not recognizing what they were until he collapsed, draping over the small body beneath him.

  “Don’t pull out,” Roger begged, his ass muscles clenching tight. “Let me hold you inside a little longer.”

  “I’m going to go to sleep,” Simon told him in exhaustion. “I’m too heavy to lay on you.”

  “I could lay on you. You could turn us together.”

  “I don’t think—”

  “Please, a little longer before you send me away.”

  Simon deliberately pulled free. “I’m not going to send you away, not until I talk you out of the life of a whore.”

  Lying to himself again; it was not for talk that Simon detained him. Simon twisted to sit on the side of the bed and stared down at his crotch. After just experiencing the climax of his life he was still hard. “I don’t understand what you do to me. I’m still hard as a rock and want you again already.”

  “Then take me.” He rose on his knees and placed a kiss on Simon’s neck.

  Simon flinched. Roger sat back on his heels with a sad sigh. “You do only fuck. You haven’t looked at me, touched me, or kissed me. You just plunge your cock in and take your pleasure without giving any in return.”

  Holding his hands together in his lap, Simon told him. “I’ve looked at your face. You’re beautiful.”

  “You want to keep it impersonal. You can admit to yourself you like to bugger a man, but not that you may love one.” With a deep sigh, he leaned against Simon’s back. His arms snaked around Simon’s chest, one hand encircling his hard cock and the other cupping his balls. “But you are a good fucker. One of the best I’ve ever had.”

  “There’s little sense to love if I could feel it. I’ve never known anything but the sea, and I ship out in three days with the dawn.” He gripped Roger’s wrists. “As soon as you leave here, you’ll go back to whoring.”

  “I wouldn’t if I had a reason not to.”

  “How many men have already fucked your ass?”

  “How many women have you had?” Roger countered. “You’re hurting my wrists.”

  Simon let go with a jerk and stood. “I need to clean myself. I smell like your shit.”

  He walked to the chest and poured water into the bowl. Soaking a cloth, he stole a quick look at the bed. Roger sat on his heels, huddled forward.

  “That was mean. I shouldn’t have said it.”

  “No worse than many things said to me. So many want me and hate themselves for it.”

  “Release your hair,” Simon ordered.

  Roger did so, pulling the ribbon free that held it to the back of his neck and flipping the long strands out with his hands to lie over his shoulders. “Hair making me look more like a woman will not change this.”

  He gripped his erect cock, standing it up straight. Simon stared. For so little a man, he was well hung, at least as long as Simon and maybe even a bit wider.

  “While my body failed to grow taller than to your shoulder, this grew normally,” Roger told him.

  “Is it totally wasted then?” he asked with a vague wave of his hand toward Roger’s crotch.

  “No.” Roger ducked his head and blushed. “I like to give and take though there are fewer willing to take. They think it’s more manly to give, more acceptable even for those who see no wrong in man love.”

  “It isn’t love,” Simon stated, wiping his crotch. “The only examples I’ve seen of it are lust, a need to fuck whatever is handy. They use being at sea as an excuse, swearing they wouldn’t on land or if women were allowed on board.”

  “Do you?”

  “No.” He straightened and tossed the cloth. “They know I’m from across the water. Even though they do, they would lose all respect for me if I were to compromise my principles. A captain can’t command without respect. I’d never be able to command again.”

  Roger nodded slowly. “So now you are thinking of it again as a sin and you wish for me to leave.”

  Simon was slow in answering, but he shook his head. “I don’t know what you put in my drink, but I still have a hard on. It needs attention.”

  Chapter Two

  Simon fucked him one more time before his cock finally went down enough he could sleep.

  He did so with Roger in his arms, the sweet little ass nestled against his crotch and his leg thrown over Roger’s. Embarrassed to find himself in so intimate a position when he woke, Simon unfolded when a soft tap at the door woke him.

  “Who is it?”

  “Your breakfast, sir.”

  “Leave it by the door. I’ll get it in a minute.”

  “A Mister Whale came by, sir. I told him you hadn’t risen yet. He said he’d come back later.”

  “Tell him I’m not feeling well. I’ll see him on the ship when I’m better.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I want a bath, too. Leave hot water by the door in an hour or so.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Roger rolled from the bed and stretched. “I need to get back. They’ll be worried about me.”

  “You can’t leave until dark.”

  “The hour is still early. I will take care to protect your virtue.”

  “I don’t want you to go.” Looking at him, seeing him with the sun streaming in the windows instead of the flickering weak light of candles, Simon was again struck by his beauty and sensations he’d never experienced until the night before. Gaze resting on a patch of golden hair on Roger’s chest, he commented, “For some reason, I thought you’d not have body hair.”

  Roger fingered the matt of hair on his chest, following where it tapered down to a neat row down his stomach and spread out in a nest with his cock standing out. “I am a man, Captain, with everything any other man has. I’m just smaller than most.”

  “Is that why it’s men you want?”

  “Is your large size why it’s men you want?”

  Simon shook his head and then considered the question. “No. What is it that makes us different?”

  “I don’t know, though I asked myself each time my father took me to a brothel to learn to be a man. Has a woman ever satisfied you? Have you always felt something was missing, that something was wrong?”

  “Always,” he admitted, going to the door. He returned with a tray laden with food and sat it on the bed. “Come eat.”

  “They know I’m here.”

  Simon shrugged. “They may know someone is here, but the house cook always makes more than enough.”

  Roger crawled back on the bed, folding his legs tailor fashion in front of him. The position left his good sized cock and balls fully exposed. Simon found the sight fascinating, his gaze fixed steadily while he chewed a bit of ham. Roger offered him a piece of bread broken from a thick slice. Simon found being feed a pleasurable experience. He found nearly everything about being with Roger a pleasure and made the decision to enjoy what he could while he could, knowing it would soon end. The sin of what they had already shared would be no worse with a bit more.

  This one time he would give into what he’d never re
alized about himself or at the very least never acknowledged. Once this was over, once he sent Roger away, he would go back to the empty life he led, but he would understand the source of his discontent.

  When the housekeeper called out that the buckets of hot water were in the hall, Roger asked,

  “May I bathe you?”

  “I haven’t been bathed since I was a child.”

  “You’ve never been bathed the way I will bathe you.”

  Simon fetched the buckets in, filled the tub, and stepped in, waiting to see what Roger would do. Roger didn’t make him wait long, soaping his hands up, he ordered Simon to sit and lean forward. Running his suds covered hands over Simons back, he kissed his shoulders, moving slowly to his neck. When he tried to kiss Simon’s mouth, Simon turned his head away. Not that.

  He couldn’t take that, but he slid back and relaxed, the soap slick hands stroking his chest, the fingers pinching his nipples, rolling the tender flesh between them. Roger was right; he’d never been bathed in such a way before, especially when Roger stepped in over him,

  “Does facing me make it any better or worse?” Roger asked. He raised Simon’s flagged and ready prick and settled down, taking Simon straight inside him.

  Simon made no answer. He shifted, settling Roger into the cradle of his crotch.

  “You could bathe me now,” Roger suggested, wiggling to drive Simon in deeper, his knees at Simon’s shoulders, his crotch open and inches away. His stiff cock was every bit equal in size to Simon’s, and his balls were swollen full.

  Simon lathered up a cloth, starting slowly on Roger’s arms, his movement awkward with discomfort. Somehow the cloth slipped away by the time he reached Roger’s chest. His bare hand seized a tight grip of Roger’s cock, Roger bucked forward, hissing slightly. The jerk of his hips pulled Simon free a few inches. Roger shoved back, burying to the hilt only to buck forward when Simon squeezed. The movement nearly set Simon wild. He pulled and squeezed. Roger bucked and shoved back, and Simon’s hips surged up to meet his ass coming down, driving in deeper each time. The two quickly worked into a rhythm, increasing with each plunge and pull.