#the crew when like bro they don't owe any of us shit

[bbeeohazardd]

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[bodyswapmischief]

The First Mate

(Spring Break Pirates 3 of 14)

What the fuck am I going to do, now. All the guys look at me like I have all the answers, now that the president won't leave his fucking cabin. I don't fucking have any of the answers. I am just as scared about what is happening, as the rest of them.

This isn't how my life is supposed to be. I was a fuckin frat bro. I was the fuckin vice president of a lengdary house. I was the fucking life of the party. You want a sick ass party, I was the man. With my charming smile, I was able to get shit done. My good looks helped me skate through life. I could have gotten any chick, by showing of my body.

And, it wasn't like I was a douche bag. I shared the wealth of my glory. I was a nice person. Maybe, I took advantage sometimes but, come on who wouldn't. I mean the nerds seemed to enjoy doing my homework and sucking my dick.

Now, look at me. I am a fuckin 55 year old man. My glorious hair ... it's all fuckin gone. Well not completely ... now it all over my body. I am a fat hairy old man. How am I going to get through life like this. I can't use my body to my advantage anymore. Why would the clients want me, when the other guys are younger and hotter. The only sex I get is from old chicks, fat chicks, fat dudes, tiny ass twinks with a daddy fetish, and Eric when he isn't getting fucked by one of the other guys.

I tried hitting on these two hot chicks earlier today, they laughed "Okay Dad, I think I'm good with the basic package of hot guys, no offense." And then they walked away.

But, anyways, now the crew, or those that still have a functioning mind, come to me wanting a way out of this. But, there's no way out. We just gotta play along until spring break ends.

But, that's the weird part. We've been on the ship for weeks already. So, spring break should be over. Shouldn't it? But everytime I think about it my brain start to hurt. Shit ... ow ... what no I was wrong it's only been two days. We still got a good amount of spring break left. Still a lot of time to be stuck like this.

And when it's not the crew, I have to babysit the captain. He hasn't left his room and only let's me see him. Mainly because I was his vice president and best friend. The others are pissed off at him they think he is hiding some secret that he knows could help us. But, in reality he is devastated by what happened to him. He's even tried to commit suicide a few times but, I've been there to talk him out of it.

Other than that, I work as the host of the ship. I make sure the clients are happy. Anything they need I find a way to get it done. I guess my party planning skills are still coming in handy. It sucks seeing the other guys having so much sex with the hotter and younger clients. While the same clients look right through me. I'm not even an option on their radar.

On the bright side, I heard that our next group is made up of some older ladies. Maybe one of these ladies will want a real man to show her a good time, and not one of these little boys with there youthful fit bodies. Yes,, maybe she'll want this hot thick daddy to show her how beastly an older man can be.

A guy can dream right? I can't just go after any fish I want anymore, I'm not the young man I used to be. I need to take what I can get. If all else fails, I can still look forward to those daddy seeking twinks. I mean we are going to be here awhile so, I need to try and find some enjoyment from this body. Even if it means sleeping with people I would have never even touched in my real body.