Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2023 16:23:37 +0000 (GMT)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: After Inverthrum - Chapter 9

After Inverthrum by badboi666

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Chapter 9

I wasn't the only one to have noticed the boy serving us our midday meal on
the first day, and when I went back to our cabin after my talk with David
and Robert I found Finn keen to talk about him.

"The galley boy's name is Mick and he's keen to get to know me better."
"You're quick off the mark - how did you manage to find out?" "Easy. I went
back to the place we ate - it's called a wardroom, he told me - and he was
there on his own clearing up. It's not difficult to start a conversation
when there's just two boys in a very small space." I grinned, knowing that
it can't just have been a conversation. "And?"

"You'll love this. Mick is 13 and his father owns the ship. Two of his
brothers are in the crew. There's eight of them altogether, but the other
five aren't family. Mick's brothers are a lot older and have made it clear
to Mick that they aren't on board to keep an eye on what he does." "What
does that mean?" "It means that the brothers are happy for Mick to do all
the kinds of things that pretty 13-year-old boys far from their parents are
likely to want to do. Mick said that the brothers have a happy memory of
being 13 themselves." "And 14, 15, 16 and so on, I bet." Finn grinned,
"maybe. Mick didn't tell me that much." "So what happened? You helped him
clear up, I suppose." "Yeah. Then when it was all done we came in
here. Can't you smell?" I smiled. "Of course I could, but I just assumed
you'd had a nice wank while I was away."

Finn gave me an old-fashioned look. "I don't wank any more - not on my own,
anyway. I think I've grown out of it. But Mick's keen to play,
Stewart. It's just that he's not sure how to let you know about it." "How
does he know about me? I'm just another passenger." Finn blushed. "No, not
exactly. I told him you're my boyfriend and that you'd be just as keen on
playing as I was. You don't mind?" "Of course I don't mind. It's not as
though they were pirates who'd throw us to the sharks at the slightest
chance. If his brothers are showing him a green light then we should trust
that Mick's company won't be objected to." "Good, that's what I told him."
"What did the two of you do?" "We just felt each other up." How restrained,
I thought. "So what happens next?" The voyage was becoming more interesting
by the minute. And we would have two nights at sea. A thought occurred to
me.

"Are we going to have to be secretive about this? If he comes back here
will anyone miss him? What I'm really asking is whether he's being fucked
by any of the other crew? Not his brothers from the sound of it, but aren't
there five others. Are they in the know?"

Finn shrugged his shoulders. "We didn't spend a lot of time on discussing
stuff like that. When he wanted to meet you we agreed that it was up to you
to make the next move. And that will be at the next meal. Supper. 7
o'clock." I put my arms round him. "You're worth keeping, I think."  "Mmm."

We stayed cuddled for a couple of minutes. My mind was working
overtime. "If the brothers are as into things as Mick says they are, do you
think they might wish to extend any hospitality to the other three? You
said they're a lot older than Mick - what does that mean - 20s?" "I suppose
so. They're bound to be about the same as David and Robert. I've no idea
who they are though."

"I think the cleverest thing would be for me to take the next step, as you
put it, in the wardroom at supper. Once Mick comes to call we can use the
resting time to find out more about his brothers. If they sound interested
there's another night at sea for them to do whatever might be wanted." Finn
squeezed me tight. "I love you, and you're clever as well as sexy." And
capable of killing, I thought. Was that all in the past now, I wondered.

We broke apart. "If we're to give Mick a good time we must conserve our
energies," I said teasingly. "You've cum and I haven't. Let's keep it that
way, shall we?" Finn, like any 14-year-old, put his tongue out at such
piety.

We went out on deck. I hadn't really studied it before. The bridge and all
the accommodation - cabins, wardroom, other rooms no doubt - were all at
the stern. In front was where any freight was stored, covered with large
hatches. I knew the coach was in there, and presumably the horses and all
our belongings. I'd seen the parts of the sling stowed - there was no way
it wasn't going to stay with us wherever we fetched up. On either side of
the hatches there was a narrow decking leading to a larger space at the
bows. All necessary for tying up and loading, I assumed. David and Robert
were towards the bows. If Finn and I were going to entertain the galley boy
then the others had at least to be aware of it.

"Well, Stewart," said Robert, "how are you enjoying being at sea?" "So far,
very much, but it hasn't been rough. Do you expect worse weather?" Robert
shrugged. "Don't think so - the wind's in a good direction. You never know
though. 60 years ago, before the Electric War, they had satellites which
could predict the weather a week ahead. But now we're no better off than
our seafaring ancestors were when it was all sailing ships." I must have
looked dense. "300 years back, Stewart. Sailors then knew how to read the
wind - clouds and so on." I didn't really want a lesson in weather lore, so
I merely nodded. I spent a couple of minutes enjoying being out there with
them, out at sea with no land in sight, out in a warm breeze, on a ship
with my lover and the prospect of a 13-year-old to while away the night.

"Finn's been talking to the galley boy - Mick, his name is." "Oh yes," said
David, "and do I detect more than just 'talking'?" I nodded. The two of
them had a quick chat and their sexual needs featured strongly. Mick is
keen to play. I'm telling you so that there's no secrets. As you have Andy
to keep you from falling out of bed you won't grudge us a warm presence in
ours." "What about the rest of the crew?" "Finn and I will have our hands
full, but if you three want to try your luck ..." "That's not what I
meant." "I know: I was teasing. Mick has two brothers on board who seem not
to be bothered, according to what Finn says. Anyway, I'm merely letting you
know so that if you or Andy feels like a change this might not be a good
time." In case my message was taken badly I made sure I had a broad grin
while it was being delivered.

"Understood, but it's on your head if the captain doesn't like it," said
Robert. I nodded agreement and the three of us resumed our examination of
nothing very much.

A long way away I could see structures - towers of some kind - but there
was no sign of land. "What are those?" David said that 100 years earlier
there had been oil drilling out in the North Sea. "It might be the remains
of those, or it might be the windmills they had out here when the oil ran
out. They used to generate electricity, but that all went belly up as
well. About twenty years ago someone had the idea of trying to see if the
ones onshore - they had then on land as well - could be made to work again,
but I don't think they had any luck. Someone will come along in a thousand
years and wonder what on earth they were for - a bit like the Pyramids."

I confessed my ignorance, and half an hour later my knowledge about what
happened - or what Robert could remember being told about what had happened
- thousands of years ago was a lot greater than it had been.

David turned to me. "Well, Stewart, that's ancient Egypt you're now an
expert in. We've got hundreds of books at home - that's where he gets all
this stuff from. Anything else you need to know, just ask." This was
delivered with another wide grin. It was getting chilly. "Time to get ready
for a night's mischief," I said, and made my way back to the stern. The
other two stayed where they were, no doubt because their bedtime
arrangements required no preparation.

As the five of us went into eat at 7 o'clock we were met by a smiling
Mick. Since there was no-one else in the room, and all five of us knew
exactly what was being offered (and to whom) there seemed little point in
my being coy about the arrangement. I smiled at him: his smile
widened. Pointing to David and Robert, between whom Andy was standing, I
said "these three are an item and their cabin is already full. We two, on
the other hand, have room for a little one, and you look about the right
size." He grinned. "Your boy-friend felt it, so he knows all about my
size. It could get bigger though if it wasn't inside my trousers."
"Enough," I said softly, "later. These three know all about what might
happen and my boy friend - Finn - and I will see you when you're free. All
night?" Mick nodded. Finn looked pretty pleased too. "Well, I have to start
work at 6, but that's long enough, isn't it?" I refrained from picking up
the 'long enough' opening: got to give him something to look forward to,
after all. We sat down; food appeared; food was eaten; conversation wasn't
interesting enough to be worth recording, particularly as two - no, three -
of us were already thinking about afters.

As we got up to go I'd briefed Finn to be the last to leave. "Find out
when," I'd told him. A couple of minutes later he joined me on deck. "10
o'clock - it's pretty much dark by then and his work will be finished by
9.30. Time, he said, for a nice shower. He kisses nicely, by the way."

Only and hour and a half to wait. "Did you talk about what he might want to
do?" Finn shook his head. "Other than telling me he was up for anything
another boy and a nice-looking man like you might want to do with him,
no. But I can't think he has any limits we're likely to encounter." "You
never know," I said, "they say that sailors know all kinds of things."

Finn and I were in our cabin, still fully clothed, as 10 o'clock
approached. Finn had wanted to strip off, as we usually did when bed was
beckoning, but I persuaded him that undressing a new 13-year-old, and being
undressed by him, was better. This was all new to him as sex between us in
Lairg, and on the journey since leaving, had never involved anyone new. He
and Andy had known each other from birth almost, but Mick was new, and the
newness - which wouldn't last - was to be enjoyed. "What will he want do?"
Finn murmured. "No idea, but it won't be anything we haven't done, will
it?" "Mmm. Can't wait. Are you hard? I am." I leaned over to check, then
took his hand and placed it where he would discover that I too was keen for
Mick's arrival. I turned and kissed him, and it was at that moment that
there was a single quiet tap on the door and Mick came in.

"Started without me, have you?"

"Nice to see you too, Mick," I said, "why don't you join us?" Before he
could say anything my lips had found his. His tongue was as insistent as
mine to make itself at home in the new mouth. We stayed glued together, our
tongues busy making friends, until a cough from Finn made me relinquish
Mick. "Your turn," I said to Finn. "I loved your kissing earlier, Finn,"
said Mick, "and now it's time I reminded myself."

While their lips and tongues were busy I took of my shirt and trousers. My
cock stuck out prominently in my pants. Finn saw what I had done and, his
mouth still engaged with Mick's, started to undo the boy's
buttons. Immediately Mick did the same, and soon two shirts were on the
floor and bare chests and backs were being caressed. Mick was evidently no
beginner. The two boys, by mutual if unspoken agreement, broke apart and
each fiddled with the other's trousers. "OK," I said, "there are three of
us here. Why don't you two calm down now you've made friends. Mick, Finn's
told you about us, but I don't know anything about you. Let's all get on
the bed and talk about what we want to do." Mick grinned. "Yeah. You and
Finn are boy friends. He says you love each other." Finn and I both
nodded. "I don't have a boy friend, but I let anyone who wants to fuck me,
and I fuck anybody." He paused for a moment, then added, "not just fuck
either."

He was lying back between Finn and me, his eyes half-closed, waiting for
something to happen. I bent over and put my hand on the large lump in his
pants. "Time to let it out to play?" I whispered. By way of answer he
raised his arse off the bed. Finn bent over and eased his pants gently over
his rigid cock. His gorgeous rigid cock, which, when released, slapped onto
his hairless belly. Fully six inches, hard, hot, eager, a clear drop of
precum visible. Finn harvested it. Mick sighed happily. Finn took this as
an invitation to take the boy's cock deep into his mouth. Mick sighed some
more.

"My turn," I whispered. Mick looked at me. "Finn told me you're good,
Stewart, but I'm not sure I believe him." I grinned: that's the kind of
invitation I enjoy.

I was able to take all of Mick's cock in my mouth. I spent a minute or two
sucking and slurping, then he drew back, pulled his foreskin back to reveal
a purple glans awash with juices, and fed it into me again. The taste was
unlike any cock I'd had in my mouth before - sweet, like Finn's, but there
was something else I couldn't put my finger on. Not that I was struggling
too hard: after all, when there's a new 13-year-old cock in your mouth you
have to concentrate. Mick was wriggling, and as I didn't want him to cum I
leaned back.

"Why did you stop?" "Because there's no hurry, Mick. Why don't you see what
Finn and I have to offer?"  Mick had Finn's pants off him in no time. "Nice
to see you again," he murmured, giving Finn's cock a long lick. He turned
to me. "This one's new though. Let's see," and he pulled my pants off
me. "Mmm, nice, Stewart. Let's welcome it aboard," and before I knew it he
had the whole of my 8 inches down his throat. The sensation was
indescribable - I'd never been deep-throated before, and I knew that I was
a lot closer to cuming that I really wanted to be so soon. I gently pulled
his head back. "There's no hurry - I was nearly there." Mick grinned. "I
suck my brothers like that - they're about your size - and once Peter came
in less that ten seconds. If I'm here all night I can cum three times,
maybe four. What about you two?"

Finn wasn't about to be outdone, so he merely said, "yeah, I can manage
three or four." They both looked at me. "Three max, but I last a fucking
sight longer than you young chaps." Finn and Mick fell about.

I knew we had to slow things down - Mick was eager to get going but I
wanted to enjoy looking forward to what we all might do together. "Now
we're all naked why don't we squeeze up close on the bed and talk about
what we each want to do. Mick, you said anyone who wanted to could fuck
you. Well, we both want to." "Good," said Mick, eyeing the cocks which
would be in action, "and I like fucking too." Finn murmured that both of us
would welcome that. "You said you did other things, Mick. Like what?" "I
suck - you know I can deep-throat, Stewart. I love having big cocks as deep
in me as they can get. That's what Peter and Paul taught me when I was
11. The feel of a hot cock pulsing as it shoots cum down my throat really
gets me going. Can we get on with it soon?"

I smiled. There would be plenty of time for discussing how our second cums
would be delivered once the first round was out of the way. "Come on then,
finish off what you started," I said and offered my cock. He was onto it
like a man possessed. His lips caressed the length of it as it rose to its
full hot height. I lay back in Finn's arms: Mick was going to do all the
work. "Go on," whispered Finn, "I want to see this."

Mick drew my foreskin back, making another large pearly drop of precum
appear. He licked it up. "Mmm. Tasty." His lips explored my glans, seeking
further refreshment. My cock obliged. He moved into a better position
between my thighs, and slowly engulfed my cock. As before, when it entered
the constriction of his throat it was a thrilling sensation. I knew that if
I had a cock as deep in my mouth as that I would gag and probably throw up,
but Mick's assurance that deep-throating was one of his accomplishments
meant that I could relax and allow the waves of ecstasy to wash over me. I
kept as still as I could, not knowing whether my fucking his face would be
a help or a hindrance. As he had said that Peter had cum only seconds after
they had started I wanted desperately for the sensations to last as long as
possible.

Three minutes passed - three minutes when the feelings in my cock rose to a
new intensity - and suddenly I knew I was there. I stopped stroking his
hair and grasped his head as my cock swelled and gushed gallons of liquid
joy down his throat. He kept quite still while I throbbed in him, then when
my cock stopped pulsing he very slowly released it. Into his mouth where
his tongue produced the most exquisite agony on my glans. His lips caressed
the agony. "You liked that, Big S, didn't you." It wasn't a question.

I drew him up and kissed him gently. This was not a time for tongue
music. "Now give the same joy to Finn, Mick. Then tell us how you want to
cum yourself." Mick grinned. "That I will."

Finn didn't last as long as I had, so the delight I had in studying his
face as Mick performed his magic was short-lived. It's odd that watching
your lover getting it off with someone else is so erotic, but that's the
way it was with Finn and me. Seeing him cum deep in Mick made me hard
again, only five minutes after a massive cum myself. Finn's groans as he
unloaded really got me going. Mick's farewell to Finn's cock was the same
as mine.

Mick's smile was a delight to see. "Well?" I said. "This time I want both
of your cocks together while I lick them - all nice and cummy still -
you're both still leaking - and one of you wanks me while the other gets as
many fingers up my arse as he can." He examined both our hands. "Finn up my
arse. His hand's smaller so more will get it. Maybe later we can try
fisting but I need to bust one first. Come on."

What Mick lacked in subtlety he made up for in sheer animal sexuality.

It wasn't easy to get both our cocks together in my left hand while my
right clasped Mick's, and at the same time for Finn to get fingers in
Mick's arse, but after a bit of wriggling we managed. Needless to say
Mick's arse was thoroughly greased, so Finn got four fingers in and
wriggled them around over Mick's prostate. If I'd had four fingers up my
arse and a new hand wanking me as quickly as I was wanking Mick I think I
would have cum pretty quickly. But Mick was clearly used to such treatment
- from his brothers and others perhaps - and lasted several minutes. All
this time he was busy with his lips and tongue on our cocks - a fine
example of multi-tasking which I resolved to try to copy if circumstances
permitted. To my (and his) surprise Finn started to groan. I knew the sound
- he had passed the point of no return. Mick's tongue, sensing that it was
likely to benefit from closer attention to Finn's cock than to mine,
started to lick Finn's glans furiously.

"Aaah! Fuck!" Finn came gloriously, his cum shooting up out of his cock
several inches before landing on Mick's face. Mick's mouth was over Finn's
cock before the second volley was fired. Finn's orgasm affected his
fingers, whose thrashing up Mick's arse made Mick cum only a few seconds
after Finn. My hand stopped wanking him and held his cock while it poured a
torrent of fresh 13-year-old spunk up onto my belly. Six spurts. Six lines
of white welcome on my belly. It would have been the icing on the cake to
have the boys slowly licking the cum - and sharing it with me - but it was
not to be. Not that time, anyway. Mick collapsed onto me and the six
beautiful white lines became a sticky mess as I squeezed his spent
body. "Wow!" he said.

He lay on me for some minutes while I stroked his body. "He's not sleeping,
is he?" asked Finn. A murmured `no' reassured him. "Well then, what happens
next?" Mick rolled off me into the narrow space between Finn and me, and
turned to Finn. "I love it when Peter and Paul spit-roast me. Do you know
what that means?" Finn nodded. Mick went on, "the one I'm sucking off pulls
out and does it on my face. Will you do that?" "If it's me at that end," I
said, "I'll cum on your face with pleasure, and I'll lick you clean too."
"Why that way round?" said Mick. "Because Finn's already cum on your face
and besides, he's got smaller hands. That's in case he wants to fist
you. Mind you, his cock's smaller than mine -" (there was a snort from
Finn) "- so to get the best of both worlds I'll have to fuck you later."
"Sounds good to me," murmured Mick, stretching, his body still spunky from
where he'd cum on my belly. He put a hand on each of our cocks. "Ready, I
see. Come on then, use me, you brutes." All three of us were grinning like
idiots.

Mick made himself comfortable on all fours. I knelt with my cock in front
of him while Finn knelt on the floor and started to lick his arse
crack. "Make it last a long time," he whispered as his lips advanced and my
cock, still cummy from the last time, disappeared.

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