Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2018 03:59:03 +0200 (CEST)
From: john.matthews@tutanota.com
Subject: Apennine Boys School Part 20

The School - Part 20

When we had put to sea, I felt a total sense of well-being. I felt great
and the sea air seemed to be doing good things to me. And it wasn't libido,
I just felt great. However, an urgent call from Chayd had me down to the
boys' cabin in no seconds flat. It was Roland, our little German. He was in
bed and he was a ghastly colour.

"What's the matter, buddy?" I asked.

"I don't know, I just feel very sick," was his pathetic little reply. We
spoke in German. I didn't think he was capable of speaking English or
Italian.

"Any pain?"

"No, I just feel sick... I want to vomit..."

And he did. Spectacularly. Chayd hove to and started cleaning the mess
while I took the little fellow to the bathroom to clean him up. I stripped
him off and rinsed him all over with warm water. I washed his hair and
mine. I had been leaning over him when he performed his magnificent
gusher. He started to shiver and I wrapped him in a big fluffy towel. I was
just about to leave the bathroom with Roland when a great booming voice
peeled out.

"What's going on here then?"

Bill had arrived.

I explained the situation and he laughed. I was taken aback and Roland
looked positively pissed off - green, but pissed off.

"Just a spot of mal-de-mer." His French accent was
atrocious. "Sea-sickness, lads, seasickness."

He appeared so hearty about it that both Roland and I were getting a bit
irritated. He looked at wee Roland who was both sick and irate at the same
time.

"Never mind matey," he boomed, "This means you're going to be the best
sailor of the lot... AND I have the perfect cure in my cabin. Come along
then." Roland appeared a little mollified.

He swept Roland, towel and all into his big arms and marched off to his
cabin. I scuttled along behind. We entered his cabin and he quite gently
sat Roland on his bed. Roland didn't appear quite so green, but still
didn't look real well.

Bill turned to his bar and pulled down a bottle. It was dark and had a
faintly menacing look to it. I somehow thought this was not going to be
good. He grabbed a plastic tumbler and poured a shot of evil looking black
stuff into it.

"Drink this down, young fellah, and let's see where it gets us. Hold yer
nose if ya don't like the taste - and you won't!"

Roland obediently held his nose and scarfed the medicine down the hatch.

"OOOOOO... I feel sick..."

Bill had obviously anticipated this and was standing by the bathroom and
pushed open the door as little Roland fled to the head to lose his inards
again. I moved towards him, but Bill held me back.

"Let him barf by himself for a moment. A liquid laugh is most undignified
and nobody likes to be seen undignified." I concurred, but kept a close eye
on little Roland from the door.

"What did you give him," I asked.

"Best medicine for seasickness that exists... Oops, here he comes."

A little naked Roland, who appeared slighly less green, staggered away from
the toilet bowl towards us. He was obviously quite weak, but was manfully
trying to get out of the bathroom.

"Here mate, have another one." Bill handed Roland another dose of the
medicine. The little tyke bravely slugged it down. This time his eyes
watered but he kept it down. As if by magic, a rosy colour returned to his
cheeks and he said that he felt all warm inside. Bill lunged forward and
caught Roland around the middle as the little chap teetered and almost fell
over. Bill put him on his bed and threw a cover over him.

"He'll be alright now. He'll sleep for a couple of hours and wake up with a
bit of a headache and a mouth that tastes like a vulture's crotch, and he
won't ever be seasick for the rest of his life. Ever. It's keeping down the
second dose that's the trick. Sometimes it could be up to the fourth dose,
but usually it's the second. If a person can't keep it down at all, then
they really have problems. Tell them not even to catch a ferry. Take the
train or walk."

"What in the name of God is that stuff you gave him?" I asked again.

"The best seasickness medicine in the world... Bundaberg Rum!"

No wonder Roland felt warm inside and was sleeping.

I sent Matej to keep an eye on Roland and to give him anything he wanted. I
suppose when I said that I was really thinking of food or drink. However,
apparently Roland woke up and said he wanted a cuddle. Of course, Matej
being the perfect steward, complied. Little Roland just hung onto the older
boy and drifted off to sleep again. Matej just stayed there cuddling
him. When I stuck my head into Bill's cabin and hour or so later, there
were the two of them cuddled up and fast asleep. Roland had his hand down
Matej's tiny undies. It looked quite sweet, really so I left them. I rather
thought, however, that little Roland might have the vilest case of dog
breath when he woke up.

Yet another couple of hours later, I came across Matej walking hand in hand
with a naked Roland back to the boys' cabin.

"Feeling better, Roland?" I asked.

"Yes Drake, thank you. Matej was very good to me. He cuddled me, and got me
mouthwash, and screwed me twice and I feel heaps better."

I looked at Matej and he blushed.

Roland was no dummy. He saw the look.

"Oh I asked Matej to screw me. It always makes me feel good..."

I smiled. "Me too, guys, me too."

Again I looked at Matej.

"Take Roland to Chayd, and then come back to the cabin." I knelt in front
of the two boys. I tickled Roland's little spike and he giggled. "I need
some of the medicine that Matej gave you to make you feel better."

"It's very good medicine, Drake. Can I come back to your cabin and have
some more too." His hand shot out and felt Matej's bulge through the silky
fabric. Matej's reaction seemed to be quite positive, considering the
sausage that seemed to have formed in his inadequate covering.

"OK, then, but you might have to get more than a dose of his medicine. I
might want to give you some as well."

Roland giggled again.

I had let Chayd know that Roland was doing fine. I also let him know that I
was in my cabin and was about to have a lie down with the boys. Chayd also
informed me that he knew what a "lie down" meant, and that he was the house
mother and it should be him having the lie down.

I told the boys what Chayd had said and they suggested that he might want a
little lie down with us. I called Chayd and he complained of course.

He rather campily, I thought, bustled into my cabin. A stream of words was
flowing out of his mouth.

"Here am I, trying to organise a bunch of randy infants, and I am summoned
to the Master's cabin to have a little lie down. Has anyone ever heard of
such a thing. A little lie down indeed!"

The boys giggled. Chayd pretended not to hear them.

The two boys and I stripped out of the little we had on. Matej's wee bone
had not gone down since my last tickle. Chayd noticed and said "hmmmm" and
was stripped in a trice to his skivvies. He showed a gentle hardening - a
semi of sorts - and Matej looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

I grumbled to myself that here was another eyebrow raiser, but I gave him a
wink. In a second he was at Chayd and rubbing Chayd's now more than semi
through his bikini. Chayd, of course, melted at the ministrations, and
Matej was engulfed by the warmth of my factotum's arms. I had Roland naked
on the bed next to me and Chayd and Matej fell next to the two of us.

It was warm, fun and ended in an orgy of tongues and mouths and dicks and
arses.



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