Bertrand was called the “club.” I barely had time to breathe from Duvier before Bertrand lifted my chin and batted my lips as hard as he could. He opened my mouth and shoved himself in. The head of his cock touched my throat and there was still six inches outside my mouth that I wrapped my hand around. “Wait,” he commanded. He reached above us and stuck his finger in some smelly grease. “Feesh oil make them lips smooth.” He grinned at me as his dick glided smoothly between my greasy lips. My lips caressed every vein of his large oily dick. Then he suddenly stopped and smiled at me. The rest of them, who I hadn’t sucked, stood jacking on the sidelines. They came forward and shot large hot loads all in my face and down my chin. They made me lick every drop of cum. “Okay pussy boy, you did good, mon,” the First Mate said as he tossed my clothes at me. “Wait bahs man,” Bertrand said as he snatched my underwear from the floor before I could retrieve them. “Bertrand hasn’t had his sweet cakes.” “Nasty Bertrand,” the sailors shouted. “Bertrand wants his chocolate cakes with shit icing!” The First Mate shrugged and nodded ok to Bertrand. Bertrand stacked some burlap bags about four or five high. He pushed me roughly over the pile. My face nearly touched the floor while my feet were lifted off the ground as if I was hanging over a sawhorse. The burlap material was rough against my belly and my dick. Bertrand kicked my legs apart and spread my ass cheeks. He rubbed more of the smelly grease over my ass and deep into my hole and knelt behind me. He thrust his long tongue deep into me. His big nose and lips parted my ass. I squirmed and moaned. He pushed his rough tongue in deeper and swirled it around my hole. With each rendezvous, he drove his tongue until I felt it tickling at my prostate. I bucked wildly. My dick throbbed and my balls tightened. I knew I was about to bust a river. Bertrand pulled out. “Bring me a Jamaican pepper,” he said to another sailor. I heard him lick his lips as he kissed my ass cheeks.