THE CAPTAINS BOY
THE CAPTAINS BOY - Part Seven
© Van T Z Boi 2019
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From Part Six
"Calkin! Oh! Oh! Oh! Calkin!" Drake trembled and shook crying aloud as suddenly he was shaken and turned inside out by the wonderful heated delight that tingled and rose and finally overwhelmed him. He saw the night stars glitter and the universe expand in a way he had never seen or experienced before. The brilliant comets and suns and shooting stars that glittered heavenly across his eyes as his body tingled and flared with increasing power and joyous ecstasy made his cling hard at Calkin, sensing the oklder youths' own joys as Calkin felt that particular tension inside his sperming spheres.
"Fuck what's abroad?" he cried out as the tingle inside him blossomed and for the first time experienced the manly joys of sperms rocketing upwards from inside him.
Part Seven
Drake quivered at Calkin's cry of triumph; in an instant he was drawn back, back to that moment when Grogger had jumped him. His head surged with the memory of that first deflowering penetration.
Grogger had pushed him down hard on the earth, his weight oppressive and far too much for Drake's young body. Drake had quailed and wriggled, all to no avail as Grogger's heavier frame held him resolutely in place. Frightened into submission Drake quaked beneath Grogger's grasp, he felt the wet length rubbing, dripping and pushing against him.
"Where the fuck is that quim," Grogger had grunted as he sought to hold the boy in place as his member seethed with the heavy need and lust. Drake had twitched and shivered as he felt the moist wetness touch him between his legs, first above his water-maker which was still hard and pulsing and then below; his bumhole twitched as the wetness slopped against it.
Grogger's free hand moved with a violent wrench and Drake felt his legs one by one being pushed to the sides. Pinned as he was he could make no movements of his own, he was entirely at the mercy of the old sailor. Grogger grinned as he felt the familiar sensation of quim lips, and even better a boyquim. Grunting he levered one arm underneath Drake, hoisting the boy's backside slightly upwards, `'Tis' a better angle now,' he said to himself as with his other hand he directed his throbbing shaft at the soft lips of Drake's boyquim.
Drake twitched as he felt the wet moistness rub over his backside, despite his terror he could not help feeling the tickling sensation that rose up as his sensitive quimlips were touched by a man's meat for the first time. The gentle touch became more intense the pressure increased and Drake could feel his bumhole opening with the forceful pressure of Grogger's probing.
"Relax boy, no good will come iffen ye fight, `tis' badly dangerous for a boy to refuse entry when a man's in his necessary state," Grogger's word were uncomprehending for Drake but he trembled and tried to remain calm.
The stretching as his bumhole was opened sent more tingling shivers rolling through him, as well as that came the increasing ache of pain as his bumhoke was stretched, stretched tight to allow the invading pole to enter him. `Why?''Drake asked his seething head but no answer to his young mind came, only the increasingly sharpening pain as he was opened up.
"That's better," Grogger mewled and Drake felt the spongy stiffness pass inside him, the aching sharpness intensified for a long second and then as he took the widest part of Grogger's member inside him the pain eased, the ache remained but the worst of the torture seemed to be over.
"Thar's a good boy, make you a proper bumboi I will," leered Grogger who knew the benefit of waiting, allowing his victim to accustom himself too his new predicament.
Drake twitched and trembled as the awful pain dissipated, leaving him with a strange sensation of being filled up. He could feel Grogger's member pulse inside him; the intermittent swellings provoked no other ache or stinging pain so Drake slowly became accepting of the uncomforting invasion. Grogger watched the boy, craning his neck to look down at Drake's face, he knew from his own time as the ship's bumboi what the lad was feeling and despite his drunkenness knew he had to take the boy in this journey slowly, the better to appreciate the next salt that breeds him,' he told himself.
Sensing that Drake was as ready as he was going to be Grogger attempted his first slow gentle thrust. Drake squirmed as he felt the pole inside him move, he panted as he felt the need to do so as the length moved back and forth. Somehow he felt a strange tickling niceness as his bumhole appeared to like the slow movement back and forth, the touch of Grogger's meatymight as it rubbed his inner skin sent odd shivers of pleasure rocking about. The disconcerting shivers of pleasure however made Drake relax and Grogger grinned as he felt the barriers disappear. Faster he thrust, Drake crying out as the breath was pushed from his lungs but at the same time that strange pleasure intensified. `What's happening to me?' his young head uncomprehending found his body reacting to the strange pushing and shoving, the pleasurable tingling intensified, little surges of tickling warmth sliding up and down his spine and around his body.
Grogger grunted as he felt the boy's quim tighten and relax about his organ, `this'un is a true find, he moves towards me already. I chose well,' he congratulated himself.
"Thar's right boy, shift y'onself like that, you'll please many a Jack Tar, ye have the makings of an excellent ships bumboi," Grogger smirked, `an' I'll make my money out of yon boyquim afore I pass him on,' he smiled at the thought.
Drake bucked, his body was fully accepting the invader, not only that he was continually excited as the sating sticky flesh of Grogger's member rubbed away at his bumhole where it felt especially nice, `Oh me Oh my, this is fearsome strange but why do I want it to continue?' he twitched as the tickling tingles of pleasure seethed and foamed inside him. Grogger punched deeper and as Drake bucked and his eyes flew open, Grogger knew he had found the boy's inner pleasure nub.
"Like e that," Grogger leered and punched just as hard again.
Drake twitched as the sudden shock of heated warmth tingled and flooded all over him, the first one had been scary but as the tingles produced intensified Drake found himself wanting the repeat and the repeat was every much as good as the first. `I don't know what he is doing but oh I so want him to make me feel like that again!'
As if Grogger knew what he was thinking Drake found himself subjected to a series of the punching thrusts, hard shoves that touched, rubbed something inside him, something that radiated rippling hot pleasures that tingled and tickled him all over.
"Again! Again!" Drake blubbered demanded the pleasure be repeated and Grogger happily supplied the thrusting fury asked for.
Drake twitched and writhed, Grogger's heavy weight no longer a bar to his intense excitement and joy. He bucked and wriggled, seeking in his own unknowing but instinctive way to keep the intense joys flowing. Grogger felt his organ being assailed; the twitching internal pressures against his bell end and shaft were bringing him close. `I ought make sure t'boy gets his joy,' he thought as he fucked and thrust rapidly, his member deciding the rate of passion. Drake enjoyed the extra severity of Grogger's movements, his strange inner thing that was being pleased seemed to want it and he wanted it too. Grogger attempted to control his lust but the pleasures he was gaining exceeded his restraints, his lust was far too much in command and out of control he bucked and fucked deep. Drake sensed the pulsing throbbing swelling taking place inside him, he felt the heavier thrusting weight of the grunting, grinding sailor and then as Grogger roared and shuddered felt the wetness seeping inside him. His own journey up the strange mountain failed just short of the apex, for some reason he felt cheated of something but had no idea what the `it' was, but Grogger after his fierce jerkings and judderings suddenly collapsed and Drake wheezed as the breath was knocked out of him.
"Thar's blest nar," Grogger sighed, "a lovely tight bumboi ye be and my seed will ever be the first to flood your quim.
Drake sobbed silently, `I have been robbed,' his swirling brain informed him, `but of what?' he lay trembling and saddened, unhappy at his lot and without knowing why. Above, sitting flea picking on a branch, the monkey grinned down at the entwined bodies below.
"Did you not feel it?" Calkin's panting cry in Drake's ear broke his sad memory. "I seeded ye, for the first time I seeded ye. Ye Gods it was so wondrous joyous," Calkin panted, "did ye not feel it Drake?"
"I, I did, Calkin," Drake pushed the bad memory away and he stroked Calkin's arms and reached up to kiss him, a small pecking kiss on the edge of his lips, "Are you a man now my Calkin?" Drake knew not why he called Calkin `my Calkin' it just seemed right to him.
Calkin kissed back and then suckled at Drake's nipples, feeling the small teats harden and rise but he had other ideas in his head. He eased himself backwards, marvelling at how different his member felt now that he had seeded.
"I need to see," he blurted, "want to see!"
Drake did not quite understand, it was only when Calkin kneeled up and lifted his legs that we became alert to Calkin's actions, Drake could see the sliver of Calkin's member, it drooped and dripped, the liquid gleaming in the light, then his backside was lifted and he felt Calkin's warm breath on his boyquim as Calkin leaned close to stare at the pucker. Calkin's hands moved to either side of Drake's boyhole, Drake felt the pressure as Calkin's fingers pressed hard, opening him up. Drake quivered at the stretching and Calkin let out a triumphant whoop of joy.
"I sees! I sees!" he cackled and Drake grunted as he was heavily moved and his backside was bent even more in an exposing position.
"Hurts Calkin!" Drake muttered his breath hard to catch being almost bent double.
"I see it, my seed," Calkin still forcefully proud leaned closer still, as he focused on the dark opening where he could just about see the gleaming strands.
Drake's struggling made itself known, a waving foot clumped against Calkin's head. "Sorry, sorry," Calkin released Drake's legs, Drake wheezing heavily as he was finally able to relax. "I seeded," Calkin lay down beside Drake and held him tight to his chest, their lips pressed and Calkin kissed Drake gently.
Calkin had treated him differently after that special first time, Drake continued to service the other sailors as required but the times with Calkin had deepened the affection between them, often as a weathered grunting sailor had lain on top of him Drake would find himself thinking of Calkin and this made his hammock work more bearable.
Stewey cast his wearied eyes at Santos, the olive skinned boy was shivering and drooling from the mouth. `At last, at Fucking last!' he swore to himself. "Hold hard lads, t'boy is done, leave him." He turned to the two guards he had put on watch, "Pull t'beggars off him. Then juice, give them and the boy juice, quickly so that we can get on with the necessary tasks!"
Liam and Shruddel hastened to do Stewey's bidding, swiftly they passed the wineskin filled with crushed and pressed fruit juices to the lips of the red eyed crew who stared hungrily at the slight form that writhed slowly on the damp grass. Liam noted how quickly the maddened look fled from the men's eyes as they sucked heartily at the wineskin. Liam approached the wilting form of Santos, the stench of spunk and seed reeked off the boys' body, for a quickening moment Liam felt his own member stir, the blood rushing momentarily into the limpid worm that hung between his legs, `my orbs sense the chance of unloading' the thought was quickly dismissed as he felt the mewling form in his arms and pressed the wineskin to Santos's cracked lips. Santos drank spillingly; the juice falling like tears down his seed enriched face. `poor lad,' thought Liam as he recalled his own times as a ships bumboi, `some were good but most were hard fuckers,' his empathy with Santos broached the gap between them. Santos lay back drunkenly; his head cradled in Liam's arm as the madness left his eyes and fled from his body. Liam caught the salty stench as Santos relaxed his bowels, the smearing pool of seed gushed forth and spread across the grass.
"Put t'lad under the shade of the tarp," Stewey had come up and leaned over Liam and his charge, "let him sleep it off but mind," he grasped Liam's shoulder, "no water for the rest of the day, the lust might still be raised and t'boy needs to recover. His fuckquim be swollen and bruised too much for anybody's use," Stewey stumped away and Liam carefully lifted the boy and took him to the shelter. The strong odour that wafted high off the boy made Liam's nose and mouth twitch and his groin answered with twitches and jerkings.
"I'm for a swim," he informed Stewey as he left Santos lying peaceful for the moment.
"The others are doing the same," Stewey nodded in the direction where the recovering crew were splashing about in the sea.
Liam hurried to join them, he relished the feel of the cool water on his skin and soon the salty air replaced the smell of the salty seed that had permeated his nose. As he rose from the water, the draining drips running down and off his skin, he stretched and faced the shining globe in the deep blue sky; the sun's rays quickly warming him up as he stretched and straightened. A rustling from the leafy bushes nearby made him stand upright to turn to stare, he noticed Calkin and Drake appear, both carrying the spoils of their hunter gathering. Stewey was directing the rest of the appearing foraging party, deciding what needed to be salted for the journey and what could be eaten before they sailed.
Tobias walked between the Captain and Artar, he felt refreshed and filled after his doubling, he cast his eyes at the still swollen members of his lovers as they walked, marvelling that his boyquim had taken both of them at once. `No wonder Santos preens after such a pleasuring,' he said to himself.
Captain Harder had his own thoughts, he too cast his eyes at Artur, `he's not my lost Nubian boy but I feel more for him after today, perhaps.....?' his eyes misted slightly as his thoughts rambled.
Artar strode across the sandy grass, his hand was on Tobias's shoulder; he too mused heavily on the events of the night and day. `I gave my heart to Sean and lost it and him, am I ready to give it again?' he strode on as deep in thought as Captain Harder.
Stewey bent over the fire, stirring one of the large pots heard the slight change in the discussions that floated into his ears, he looked up and around and spying the Captain and the others called out to Liam.
"Quick boy, take the fruited wineskin to the Cap'n and thos'un with him, they be in sore need of the liquid."
Liam dropped the wood he was loading under the cooking grate and hurried to grab the nearly empty wineskin.
"Here Cap'n," he held the skin out to Harder.
"What's this boy?" Captain Harder was more in want of liquor than water.
"Stewey says ye have to drink it, it will slake your other thirst e'says," Liam bobbed up and down blocking the path, urging the three newcomers to drink of the wineskin.
"Pshw!" Captain Harder blasted and wheezed but he drank a heavy draught of the juice. "Not what I wanted but it do slakes the throat somewhat," he said and then rubbed a hand over his unkempt hair; the long greying hairs strayed all ways in the breeze. "I need to care for myself," he muttered. "Calkin, Calkin where t'devil is that dratted boy?" he bellowed harshly.
His raised voice flew across the campsite; heads were raised and then busied themselves in their various tasks. Under the awning Santos stirred at the echoing bellow but after a couple of twitches, his eyes remained closed and he slept on. Calkin sorting out his kill and the valuable feathers jumped at the sound of Harder's shout.
"Drat it," he shook his head crossly, "Drake I charge ye to gather the good ones, don't let the others steal what's rightfully ours," he turned on his heel and hurried to the Captain's side. `I hope he don't' want a fucking' Calkin wished his thoughts.
"Here I be Capt'n" Calkin came up close.
"I need my ablutions completed," Harder gazed at the teenager, `t'boy is a'growing fast, getting too big and old for his duties,' he thought and his eye wondered towards Tobias, memories of the mornings events picked at his mind, `p'haps tis' time the'lad was brought on,' with this thought he strode away calling for a boat, Calkin a half pace behind him.
Artar and Tobias watched the Captain depart, they too had drunk well of the juice and their innermost thoughts hardly dwelled on the morning's coupling.
"My stomach growls at me," Artar slid his hand across Tobias's shoulder, "an you too boy, ye must be a'hungering too?"
Tobias rubbed his stomach, "I do feel empty," he said and winked at Artar
Artar let out a deep belly laugh, his pleasure wafted through the air and his laughter was contagious, other crewmembers smiled and each other and a few giggles followed his rousing bellylaugh.
"Stewey how long to our meal?" Artur asked, striding towards the cook.
"I'm a waiting on the Capt's return," Stewey stirred the ladle, "iffen he'd just sat hisself down we could all be feeding our hungers." He looked at Tobias, "Where's the bucket ye took with you," his voice was accusing.
Tobias shivered, "Sorry Stewey, I'll get it right away," he quickly spun around and ran back the way he had come.
Artar watched him until he was out of sight then spying a group working at one of the sails he joined them, sitting down crosslegged he took a spare needle and thread and began the task of repairing the torn damage to the sail. The others worked silently alongside, it was a task to occupy their hands and whilst necessary, the draining events of the previous night had also taken away the need to communicate, in all their minds they had done a lot of alternative communicating and it was a chance to repair their head and bodies as well as making sure they had spare sails fit for purpose.
In his cabin, Harder stood before the mirror checking his hair was now neat and tidy, his hand stole down to caress Calkin's head as his Captain's Boy performed the required task. Calkin sucked long and deep of the thick organ, he had lost times now of how many times he had sucked his captain and he judged correctly that this was to be a quick servicing. His tongue slathered over the spongy knobhead, tasting the traces of different juices, Capt'n's been busy,''he recognised, his hand squeezed the fat low hanging ballsac, `nearly empty,'" he gauged and slithered his tongue quickly around the hard ridge of Harder's knob. Captain Harder grunted and bucked his knees, Calkin recognised the movement, and he bent his head even closer, taking the swelling tip right against his throat.
"Thar she blows!" Captain Harder grunted and his member filled and spit heavily inside the squelching mouth. Calkin tasted the acrid seed, `tastes different must be the aftereffects of Stewey's tuber,' he said to himself and swallowed quickly to drain the sour seed away.
"All done Capt'n," Calkin leaned back and rubbed Captain Harder's wet head across his face and along his lips, he didn't; want to suck again, the taste was to sour for him at the moment and after his passionate fucking of Drake he was nowhere near being aroused.
Harder grunted and then muttered, "Dress me," he relaxed his stance following the quick satisfying sucking.
Calkin scurried to the chest and withdrew the Captain's dry shirt and less stained trousers. A long red kerchief was added to the pile and deftly he helped Harder to dress.
"Not bad for a man'o my age," Harder admired himself in the mirror. The sight of his muscular frame stretching his shirt and the bulge between his legs made him feel slightly aroused. He took a sideways glance at the naked Calkin, the sight of the teenager's taut frame sent a further rush of desire rising but then his stomach churned. `Tis' not a fuck I need, tis' food I want,' he nodded at his reflection.
Calkin, on edge, sensing the charge in Harder's eyes was ready if necessary but then he saw the lusting gleam die down. `Thank fuck, I'm not in a mood to be fucked,' he said to himself but this produce an image of Drake, panting and grunting beneath him, despite his hurry to alter his thoughts he could not stop his organ from slowly filling and bloating.
"No time for that lad," Captain Harder slapped the growing member with his hand. Calkin yelped as the pain arched inside him. "We need to refresh ourselves after last night's excesses."
Nursing his reddening organ, careful not to caress it back to full desire Calkin followed the Captain out of his cabin and back down into the boat.
"Away," bellowed Harder before Calkin had finished climbing down, the lad had to leap the last foot or so to make sure he landed in the heaving boat.
Across the beach, Stewey saw the boat moving, he narrowed his eyes to confirm the captain was on his way.
"Right lads," he yelled, "line ye up, Captain's on his way." Liam and Shruddel took their places behind the steaming pots, the crew hurried to grab plates and utensils from the pile left out. Calkin scrabbled out of the boat and walked past the long line of anxious and hungry sailors. He re-laid the captain's tray and held it up straight for Stewey and the others to ladle the food onto the plate.
Captain Harder had chosen a shaded spot under one of the palm trees, Calkin placed the tray before the captain and hurried away to grab the wineskin. Drake was already working the crew pouring the wine into the held out mugs.
"At least tis' cold," cackled Groggs taking a deep slurp.
Drake shook his head; the wine watered down so the crew did not get too drunk too early had been submerged where the hot sun did not overwarm the wine. "Stewey would not like you complaining, he's worked hard in the hot sun," Drake hissed at the old storeman.
"What's that Drake," Stewy raised his head at the sound of his name, he glanced over to where Drake was standing.
"I was just saying how good the grub is Stewey," Groggs cackled.
"Not for the want of dry spices from that wet closet you call a store," Stewey waved his ladle in Grogg's direction.
Stewey stood up and pressed his hand against his back, old bones still hurt over a fire in the sun, let alone a heated range,' he thought and then he remembered Santos and swung around to look at the awning, he could see the slight form sprawled on the earth.
"Liam, here grab a plate and share it with Santos, he should be hungry after all that fucking this morning."
Liam piled large plate with food from the pots, grabbing a couple of wooden spoons he walked over to where Santos lay sprawled on the ground.
"Santos," Liam spoke quietly, he stirred Santos's feet with his own foot.
Santos jiggered a little at the gentle touch but remained still and silent. Liam placed the heavy plate on the ground out of jerking reach and moved to straddle the boy.
"Wake up, come on Santos, grub's up," he hissed in the boys ear.
He was rewarded with Santos slowly opening his soft brown eyes and stretching. Santos looked at him questioningly, "We gonna fuck?" he drawled as he yawned.
Liam grabbed the plate and held it in reach of Santos's nose, "No its time to eat," the smell of the plate's content's wafted across Santos's nostrils and Santos felt the flood of saliva roll into his mouth. He was suddenly aware of how hungry he was.
The two sat together, under the shade of the awning and Liam watched as Santos wolfed down spoon after spoon, `he did not get to eat breakfast I suppose,' Liam grinned, `I'm glad I heaped the plate,' he slowly munched his own spoonfuls.
"That's feels so much better," Santos lay down his spoon and rubbed his stomach. He looked up at Liam, "What did I miss, my head's still misty,' he shook his curly headed head.
"Well you did a lot of fucking," Liam grinned; he recalled seeing the boy writhe and wriggle, the desire etched on his face as sailor after sailor had jumped him.
Santos grinned, "I was made for fucking," he smiled and reached out his hand to where Liam's thin member was rising.
Liam sighed at the touch, despite the hard going of the night his youthful balls were full and in need of release. He gave a glance at the campsite. Stewey was sat down with a flagon of wine by his side, down the beach he could see other crewmembers stealing away to lie or lie with each other. He turned back to Santos and leaning over kissed the boy on his lips, he tasted the gravy and the slight warm taste of the boy himself.
"I could do with more pork," Santos sighed as he grasped Liam tight and hard around his swelling member.
End of Part Seven
To Be Continued...????????????????.
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