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This is the longest Lust On The High Seas instalment to date: nearly 10,000 words!
In this episode:
The year is 1789, and Will Sharpe, a cabin boy aboard a trading ship bound for India, is about to face his initiation. Will has no idea what his initiation might entail, and no one will tell him anything, except that he will be subjected to unspeakable acts. While his looming initiation keeps Will’s mind occupied, stern Captain Storm intends to ensure that the other offices find Will satisfactory, in more than just his duties aboard the ship!
In the meantime, the beautiful blond-haired Jon Dark struggles against his jealousy at all the attention Will is receiving. He wants Will all to himself, and even though he knows Will can’t help his attraction to other men he still intends to try and make Will all his.
Featuring oral and back door encounters, multiple partners and a smattering of romance, Claimed By The Crew is intended for mature audiences.
Join Will Sharpe as he embarks on another series of delicious gay encounters!
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If I was expecting the space or opulence of the Captain’s Quarters, I would have been disappointed. Arrow’s room is not much bigger than the small bed that occupies it, and contains no other furniture but a tiny desk, with a small cupboard built beneath it.
‘Shut the door,’ Jon orders.
I do so, and when I turn back, he is glaring at me with his hands on his hips. ‘I want you, Will.’ He clenches his jaw. ‘I want you more than I have ever wanted another man. I want you now.‘
I drink in his features once again. I cannot believe this beautiful man wants me so much. ‘I want you, too,’ I reply.
Jon rushes to me and takes my face in his hands, gazing deeply into my eyes. He slides his hands into my brown hair, and his fingers tighten around my locks as he pulls my face towards his. His mouth descends onto mine, and he kisses me roughly, hungrily, working his lips and his tongue with his pent-up need. He smells of the sea. Pressed together, our stiff – touch each other through our breeches, and I groan into Jon’s mouth.
‘I want you. Now,’ I say.
Jon moans too, as he hears his own words spoken back to him. He pulls away from me and tears his shirt over his head, discarding it on the bed. I follow behind, pulling my shirt off in a rush and throwing it atop Jon’s. We both take a moment to appreciate each other. Jon is panting, his eyes wide with desire. He has a beautiful body, lithe and lean, with wide shoulders, a rippling stomach and unblemished pale skin. I am taller, darker, thicker.
He smiles. It is perfect, like him.
‘Take off your pants, Will,’ Jon whispers.