Oliver’s Watch

After delivering Miri to the brig, Olver made his way above decks, where he intended to take first watch. They hadn’t bothered yesterday, but now that they were properly at sea, someone needed to keep a weather eye out for other ships. Danger and opportunity struck without warning, after all.

Of course, watch duty was rarely that exciting, and tonight it was especially boring. Oliver checked the sails and heading, patrolled bow to stern, and scanned the horizon. Then he did it again, and again, and again. By the fifth rep, he was just going through the motions while his mind took refuge elsewhere.

Fortunately, the seas were calm for Oliver’s shift. When Riley showed up to relieve him, he had little to report.

“I prefer a quiet watch,” Riley said, stepping up to the wheel, “You’re free to retire.”

Oliver gave a quick salute before heading below, his weariness hitting him all at once. It had been a long day, and he was eager to reach his bunk. The sound of soft breathing greeted him as he entered the crew cabin, but he was surprised to discover that both his bunk mates were sleeping in the same bed. Rat Jack was holding Isabella from behind as the pair dozed, and Oliver paused mid stride before shrugging and heading towards his own bed. After all, who his crew mates were sleeping with was of no concern to him.

At least, not until the grunts and moans of their lovemaking woke him up a few hours later. Turning an tired eye across the cabin, Oliver could just barely see Rat Jack roughly thrusting into Isabella from behind, her heavy breasts swaying violently with each movement. He watched in sleepy transfixion as they fucked, his cock hardening in his breeches. On her hands and knees, Isabella was looking directly at Oliver, though her expression was impossible to read in the darkness. Did she know he was awake and watching?

Oliver knew that he should just roll over and go back to sleep, but as Rat Jack flipped Isabella onto her back and started up again, he wondered if his crew mates wanted him to watch. Maybe he should stay awake, perhaps even make his presence known? His cock was painfully hard, after all, and he could probably figure out a way to alleviate that...