A Kiss is Still a Kiss!

"cuz I really need to sleep with you, sir, if I'm going to
actually kiss you in public!" They laid down on their sides, face
to face, the only place in the cabin where their heads would
be even. Bronk and he breathed each other's breath, inches away.
The boy smiled with even white teeth, a faint blush on his downy
cheek.

Bronk already had an drooling erection, his
black skin contrasting with the boy's pale skin, their breath
mingling.

"Ummmm, can I begin sir? Practicing?"

'Listen, well,.. if you want to then...!"

"Oh good," the boy smiled in relief, "I was so afraid all day
you wouldn't let me!" The boy leaned forward, and their lips lightly
touched. Neither moved back. Finally, the boy reached his free
arm around Bronk's thick neck and put his arm under his body around
the massive shoulder as Bronk adjusted his own arm.

chapter 9

After a bit, the boy moved back and said, this was called a
french kiss. Bronk shuddered at the taste of the boy's tongue
inside his mouth, their tongues fencing now.

"Ooohhhhh, sir, you taste good! I didn't think this would
actually taste good!"

"(Groan), you do too, boy" he panted.

"Please, sir, you kiss me now, I want to see what that
feels like!"

His pulse throbbing, he did so, and the boy passively
and then aggressively responded.

"Now, please, use your tongue, use it hard!"

Panting now, Bronk and the boy invaded each other's willing
mouths for long minutes, their erections touching lightly.

"Wait, um, sir,' the boy broke it off, tasting the tongue.
I need to move my arm, your'e so heavy and I want to use
both hands now!"

"I know a position, get on top of me, both of our arms
will be free then!"

'Yes, good, thanks!" Bronk rolled onto his back taking up
the whole bunk, his massive arms and legs spread as the boy
knelt between the legs, looking down at the massive erection
encased in thin cotton, already seeping precum. Bronk willed
himself not to pull the boy down to him, but couldn't stop
him either.

"Iv'e watched tapes of women kissing other things!"

The boy leaned over and kissed Bronks' left nipple, and then leaned
further and moved back.

"Good, I suppose you want me to do the same...!" the boy
swallowed, hesitant, but did the same thing, "I suppose it is
kind of silly, we only have a couple of changes and we don't
have much fresh water! We should sleep naked all the time if
we were sensible!" Bronk looked down at his rigid 5 inch erection
and heavy hairless balls.

At that the boy leaned forward, their groins touching,
and lying flat over the massive muscular black body,
Bronk felt with his huge hands cupping the soft white
buttcheeks, his rigid hardon pressing against the boy.

Their mouths touching, the boy used both hands to hold
his head as he kissed deeply. "Mmmmmm, kiss, kiss, mmmm!"

"Awjeezzzzzzz boy!" as they took a breath break from
their tongues in each other's mouths. Then Bronk put
a hand on the back of his head and pulled him down
and filled his mouth with his tongue until the boy moaned
with passion.

"Is this practicing, Sir!" the boy smiled, licking his
lips!

"Just beginning!" he replied gruffly, and then
shocked the boy by spreading the soft butt cheeks and pulling
him up and back, so his giant black phallus was between his
smooth cheeks, and the boy helped by squeezing them together.

"Ooooh," the boy groaned, "that feels sooooo!" and he
spread his cheeks around it, to grind against it. A few drops
of precum landed on his skin and made him shiver.

"Sir, I want to do more..., more than kiss!"

"Me too!"

"B-but your'e soo, soo huge!"

'I know, cmere!" he grunted roughly

After half an hour, Terri drifted between the edge of
ecstasy and frustration as Bronk licked his cock and balls,
occasionally licking and kissing his testicles, tasting the copious
precum of adolescent boy.

Bronk had never tasted anything so intoxicating. At
an hour mark, he had sucked his first spermload from the boy,
who filled his big cheeks twice. Then the boy collapsed,
sweating and panting. Seeing the boy shut his eyes, the
sweet relief on his face, Bronk was considering having to
jack off, but the boy stopped his hand.

"No, no, please sir...!"

An hour later, the boy rigid again, spent half an hour worshipping
Bronk, from his nipples to his abs to his genitals, and was able to
suck half of his cock into his mouth before choking on the copious
explosion that he tried to swallow every drip of.

After that, the boy insisted on lying mostly on top of him,
his face buried in his sweaty neck, his lips against his skin.
That morning before dawn, the boy cried and sweated and writhed
as Bronk impaled his eager sweet white bubblebutt, alternately
begging him to stop, pushing him away, begging him to go harder,
harder, until he took the giant black cock with a little bleeding
and Bronk jacked his cock off with his free hand as he pumped
the boy like a rag doll.

The ejaculation from the boy was so intense he passed out,
and Bronk licked the boy's cum from his abs and chest. Still half
buried in the boy's butt, he put his own lips on the boy's soft
neck, and instantly went to sleep.

The next day, the boy stopped him in the cabin and, dressed only
in panties for both, he put his palm on Bronk's groin, and used his
other and to look hungrily up at his eyes. Bronk had avoided looking
at the suck marks on the boy's neck and shoulder.

"We have to get underway, you know...!"

"yes sir, but...!" They kissed, and embraced.

Later that afternoon lying entwined in the bunk, Bronk's fluids
running out of the boy once again, the teenager was idly
twirling some of Bronk's curly black pubic hair and licking the half
flaccid giant cock. Sometimes he coaxed a pearly drop of precum
from the knob and held it on his tongue.

"Sir?" he sighed!

"Bronk?" the black man groaned, moving his arm.

"I'm getting hungry!"

Bronk's eyelashes fluttered, looking down at a strand of cum
from his cock to Terri's mouth. He had the boy's taste ln his own
mouth as well.

Looking at his watch, he groaned. "Mid afternoon and we never
even left the cove!"

"No point in sailing now then! Let me make some more soup and
then we can, well," making Bronk shiver as he ran his tongue up
the underside of his shaft!

That night, the hatches open so they could look up at the stars,
they had gotten out of bed several times, to clean up, swim,
take showers, make love, but Bronk couldn't help but look
at the sleeping boy in his arms. He had never seen anything
so beautiful, the satisfied contentment. The boy stirred in
the morning and reached out with his hand and didn't find Bronk.
He groaned as he realized Bronk was not there, then he sat up
fast and hit his head on the overhead and Bronk looked over his
shoulder at him.

'You okay?"

"Oh, sir, please...!" he rubbed his head with still sleepy
eyes over at the giant black man eating a granola bar and sipping
coffee!

"What!"

'OW, you made me hurt my head. Sir, you know how I feel about
waking up with you not there!"

(Smile) "I got hungry, boy, and do you know how late it is!
It's 10 AM"

groan) the boy smiled and stretched, his body aching from
the sweet pounding he had been getting. "Mmmmm, I can still feel
you!" He reached out with a hand to almost touch his arm,
"please come back to bed!"

"(Sigh) We have work to do boy! And not just kissing
practice!" he added with a laugh. He was making a list of chores
they had to do before setting sail.

"Bronk!" he said softly, "oh, I'm not supposed to call you that.
I guess that means more practice then!"

He groaned, finishing up his cold cereal.

"Bronk!" he half moaning! He reluctantly looked over and the boy
was spreadeagle on his back with his head on a pillow, his eyes
half shut, with one hand stroking his erection.

"Just once, please!" Bronk's cock stirred in his nylon shorts
as he looked at that incipient hardon.

'Look, uhhh, ahem, if we don't get started to work we might
as well not even sail today!"

The boy turned over and Bronk gasped at his perfect milky white
bubble butt.

"Then we should wait till tomorrow!...Bronk, don't I please you?"

Bronk put his head in his hand, shaking it! "I really don't think
wer'e ever getting out of this cove!" The boy saw that and came
over and put a slim soft arm over his bulky shoulder. His warm
body touching his.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing,... but this isn't right. Your'e just a teen and I'm
well, nothin at all!"

"I'm legal age! And your'e not nothing!"

"Just by age, not by experience!"

The boy kissed his cheek softly, "your'e taking care of that!"

He knelt in front of him, saw the bulge and smiled and put his
hands in the opening, and Bronk swelled up as the boy kissed the black
knob reverently but with easy familiarity.

"Your'e not nothing to me, sir. I don't want anything else!"

"AWwwwwwwww!"

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Around 9 pm, the boy got up on his elbows, his lips close
to the sleeping giant's.

"Sir, Bronk, are you awake?"

"Mmmffff!"

"Let's clean up, okay, maybe eat something! I'm starved!"

Bronk just snorted and moved his arm from out from
under him.

'And I need to clean up too. Whufff, oh I smell!
Whufff, you do too, sir!"

"ufffmmmmmmm!"

"So, okay, I'm going to take a swim, wanna join me?"

"Mmmssdfmmmddmmmm!" The boy leaned over and kissed him
on the lips, and then snuck out naked and barefoot.

Bronk was dreaming that he felt the boat lurch, someone
either getting on or off from the side he thought. Pirates!
Naawwwww, no pirates around here. He drifted back off, but
had a thought of someone calling, swimming at night
in a cove where he had seen big bull sharks feeding.

"ERIC!" he sat up and bumped his head on the headboard.
"OH fuck!" he winced, and jumped out and ran topside,
dawn was almost breaking but the moon was still out!
He desperately tried to listen to swimming noises and didn't hear
any, and with the weak light, he looked for ripples or someone
swimming.
The water was just lightly rippling in the sheltered cove
at low tide. "ERIC!" he yelled. "ERIC!" cursing himself for
making noise!

"What!" a cry from a hundred yards away on the beach!
The nude boy was coming out from the tree line onto the white beach
carrying an armload of coconuts!

The boy dropped them in a pile and smiled and waved, "I got
breakfast!"

He waved him to come over.

Bronk got out of the water a little self conscious at his nudity,
his gleaming black scarred body as the boy gazed at every familiar inch.
He looked up and down the beach. There were natives a few miles
inland but he never saw any at this end.

He saw Eric with the machete he used for fish trying to open a
coconut.

"No no, not that way! Dangerous!"

He showed him a safer way to split it, and they sat on the
beach drinking fresh coconut milk.

"Kind of like milky water isn't it?" the boy smiled. Both were
thinking of all the other warm milky liquid they had each been drinking.

"Pretty much all the fresh water we have now! We absolutely have
to sail today!" The boy said nothing and put a hand on his
upper thigh.

"Boy, If I have to walk inland to a village to get supplies
we will have to separate so you can watch the boat and we don't be
seen together, but still someone might report me to someone!
We can't leave a track to Negril!

The boy sat besides him watching the sun come up over the
ocean. "I know!" He put a hand on his. "Did I scare you
by leaving the bed? I'm sorry!"

"Yeah, I had a dream! And there are more sharks at night!"

"I saw a few further out but I stayed near the beach!
Then I saw the coconuts on the ground! I had to swim back for the
machete! You slept really good!" Bronk sighed. He should have
after putting one big load into Eric's soft mouth and two loads into
his smooth butt after taking 2 huge teenage loads into his own mouth.

"Let's go back and make some coffee! We can make the Turk chain
by this afternoon!"

"Okay!" Both wanted to say more, but Bronk stood up.