“He did not want you to spend the night then,” Miguel stated rather than asked. “I’m glad.”
Miguel pulled Thor into a tight embrace, his tongue seeking and being granted entry into Thor’s mouth.
Despite having spent himself with the captain less than an hour earlier, Thor responded to the feel of a real man against him. Miguel’s well-developed chest pressing against Thor’s own, his burgeoning manhood, firm buttocks, and handsome face all caused Thor to become hard and erect within seconds of their first contact.
Miguel stepped back and stripped Thor’s shirt off over his head. The boatswain smiled as he let his eyes roam over the young man’s torso illuminated by the glow of a lantern that hung from a bracket on the bulkhead. The lantern swayed slightly, casting shifting shadows of the two men on the rough hewn walls as the ship rode the waves.
Miguel reached out and massaged Thor’s nipples. “Such a beautiful man,” he said quietly. “Such a beautiful man.”