Sucking the Pirate’s Cock Ch.04 (Gay Adventure)

Morning watch bells woke me from a dream of warm arms and icy commands. I groaned, stretching as best I could while not knocking myself from the ropes. I looked out over the deck – it was deserted in the early morning mist. The only other living being would be the watchman, up in the crows nest. I squinted up towards the top of the mast, trying to see who it was.
The lad must have seen my movement, because a hand came up and waved. I waved back, although I couldn’t tell who I was waving at. Then I settled myself in and enjoyed the song of the sunrise and peace of nothingness.
Eventually, it dawned on me that everyone else must be at breakfast, which meant that I should be too. I sighed and pulled myself up, wishing I could stay up here forever. I looked down to the deck.
It would take a long time and a stupid amount of effort to climb down like I had been doing, the land boy’s way.
Of course, there was another way. A better way. I’d been avoiding it, because I didn’t want these men to know me for what I was, but at this point it seemed foolish to hide my skills. Besides, my way was more fun, and I wanted the rush. Needed to clear my head, flush my body.
I let go of the ropes.
I was down at the deck in moments, letting my body weight do most of the work. It isn’t hard to get down from a height, really. You just have to fall. The tricky bit is not letting yourself fall too fast, controlling your momentum with checks and yanks to ropes, until you can force the unyielding ground to accept your body once more, trick it into holding...