Date: Sat, 24 Apr 2004 11:49:14 +1000 From: james robinson Subject: The Training Ship, Chapter 27. The Training Ship, Part 27. justjames17. The Siren's Song is lying alongside in Brisbane's river, she is under repair and the ship is a mess with workmen welding and cutting out damaged plating from her old hull. Captain Jack, Nat and Carl are still aboard the ship keeping watch as the men slowly repair the damage from the collision with the tanker. Their peace is shattered by the continual hammering and the spitting crackling of the welding and cutting gear, fumes fill the between decks area causing irritation to their throats as they cough and splutter. Jack decides that they should go up on deck to escape the fumes and noise, they take some folding directors chairs with them as they leave the accommodation area and escape onto the open deck. The three of them retired up onto the poop deck where they opened the chairs and relaxed in the warm sunlight. Carl after sitting there for some minutes decided he would lie on the wooden deck and sun bake to improve his already bronzed tan, the boy removed his shirt and shorts and laid back wearing only the skimpiest pair of Speedos. Nat's eyes were riveted on the fine young bulge showing in the crotch area of the swim trunks as Carl wriggled about to get comfortable. The warmth of the sun soon caused the boy's cock to begin erecting as his heart pumped blood into the flaccid cock, the small 2inch prick was growing rapidly until it reached it's full length of 4.5 inches. The Speedos mounded over the engorged penis keeping it tight against his flat lower abdomen as the shiny Lycra glistened in the bright light accentuating the shape and thickness of Carl's cute cock. Nat looked across at Jack to see if he was watching the erotic sight but Jack's eyes were closed and he appeared to be snoozing in the sun. Nat lifted his bare foot and gently rested it on Carl's prominent hip bone and slowly ran his big toe up and down the slim side of the slippery togs, Carl just moaned quietly and wriggled his taught young body. Nat's foot crept across the valley between the hip and the pubic mound till he touched the base of Carl's firm cock, Carl moaned again and Nat gently ran his toes onto the pulsing prick. He gently stroked his foot back and forth across the rigid roger as Carl began to whimper and sweat, he suddenly arched his tight buns up off the deck and his cock bucked as it sprayed his delicious juice out into his tight togs. Nat could see and feel the penis as it twitched and pulsed under his toes, then he discerned the wetness spreading on the shiny togs. Nat stood up then moved across to Carl kneeling beside his twitching moaning body and bent down to undo the cord of the togs raising the waist band up to free and expose the cum covered pubes, cock and nuts. He bent lower and licked the saturated pubes tasting the salty sweet boy cum, Carl groaned as he felt Nat's tongue glide through his few curly hairs and then he humped up as the hot wet lips surrounded his purple red knob. Nat sucked the still oozing glans into his mouth and sucked the remaining juice from the boy's roiling balls, Carl arched up till he was on his heels and shoulders, Nat's strong hands holding a firm muscled ass cheek in each hand holding Carl up as he sucked his cock clean. The sight of Carl's tight taught young body arched up displaying his musculature was a sight to turn any gay guy insane, the taught stomach showing his developing six pack to advantage. Nat brought one hand up to slide up the flat firm abdomen rubbing across the young muscles ridged beneath the silky smooth young skin. Carl's groaning awoke Jack who sat there enjoying the sexy erotic sight of Nat sucking and fondling Carl, Jack's shorts soon tented to the massive upthrusting of his rampant penis. Nat licked and sucked the still hard young cock then allowed the tasty saliva coated cock to slip from his mouth, the wet engorged penis slapped hard and lay there glistening against his tight abdomen in the sunlight. Nat then began to clean the pubic mound and the tightly drawn up balls. He licked and sucked the smooth shiny ball sack as Carl spread his legs apart to allow Nat full access. Nat cleaned every drop of cum from the boy then continued his licking down the firm pouch of the perineum till he found Carl's tight little ass lips. Carl whimpered as the exploring tongue touched his quivering pucker his little pink muscle was writhing from the attention and seemed to be begging for the tongue to penetrate his hidden love tunnel. Jack was watching ensuring none of the workmen were about and he nodded to Nat to continue his lovemaking. Nat moved around the whimpering boy until he was between the boy's spread legs, his handsome face buried deep inside the boy's hot cleft as he tongue fucked Carl's tight sweet little anus. Carl's whimpers turned to pleasurable moans as he panted and begged Nat to stuff him full of cock, Nat was lost in the sensations of the boy's sphincter as his tongue darted in and out tasting the delicious flavor of Carl's rectum, as he lubricated the small muscle. Carl was moaning, " Oh Nat come on stuff me full of your man cock, I want to feel you stretching me, filling me, fucking me and pumping me full of your babt makers." Nat raised the boy's legs onto his shoulders and then holding his hard full cock he leaned slowly into the boy's tight wet hole until he felt the crimson knob stretch the muscle till it popped inside to a loud gasp from Carl. Nat slowly pushed into the incredibly tight hot silky interior of Carl, as the boy moaned and sweated from the strain, Nat felt his blonde pubes touch the smooth stretched skin of Carl's ass and knew he was now filling the incredible love tunnel. He could feel the writhing of the boy's bowel muscles as he tried to eject or adjust to the invader, Carl's face was crimson with the stress of the fat cock filling his small ass, beads of perspiration appeared on his furrowed brow as he grunted like an animal. Nat began to pull back slowly as Carl whimpered then he pushed back till his golden pubes crushed firmly against Carl's perineum. The feeling of filling and emptying sending charges through the boy as he began to pant furiously, Nat was arching hard into the boy forcing his cock as far into the furnace like depths as he could reach. Nat reveled in the motion and tightness until he felt the sensation of his balls tingling swelling and drawing up tight as his cock grew bigger and harder inside the hot moist fleshy scabbard of Carl's body. His eyes rolled back into his head as he began to climax Carl's legs locking around his back pulling him harder into his hole. Nat's rampant raging rooting pole began to spray the bowels of the boy with super heated cum, Carl screamed aloud and arched as his cock erupted between them spraying his second load all over their torsos. Both guys lost to the world in the height of sexual abandon, their bodies throbbing, bucking, cumming and moaning as their breathing halted from the sheer utter bliss of release. They collapsed together on the deck, both panting and shuddering until they recuperated and then lay still locked together. Jack was stroking himself at the same time until he climaxed spurting cum all over the deck, his hands, chest and thighs. Nat and Carl saw the results of Jack's wanking and they separated to crawl over and begin to clean up the pearly mess all over him. The two of them licked and sucked every pearly droplet then licked together up the hard shaft till Jack was trembling in excitement as their tongues laved aroung his fat spongy purple knob. The final scene was witnessed by a workman, who had come up on deck for a breather, he stood there with a look of total disgust on his face, as he watched the trio in their sexual play. He glared at the scene then threw his partly smoked cigarette over the side of the ship where it fell in an arc to splutter out as it landed in the oily rubbish littered water between the ship and the wharf. He stormed back below and went on with his work but his mind was filled with what he had seen on deck, he began to feel complete and utter revulsion and his anger escalated as he worked. Plans formed in his mind about what should be done about the problem as he saw it, he felt all gays should be exterminated as they eroded heterosexual life. The day passed and at 5 pm the workmen knocked off and left the ship, Jack, Nat and Carl went below deck to prepare something to eat, the warm sun and sex had tired them and they intended to turn in early. A quick meal was enjoyed and by 9 pm the trio went to Jack's cabin and climbed into the bunk, they cuddled and kissed for a while until they dropped into a deep dreamless sleep. The sounds from the surrounding area abated as the night drew on and at 3 am a car drew up near the dock and a dark figure got out and crept aboard the silent ship carrying a can. The figure disappeared below deck and crept along the companionway listening at any closed doors and peering into any open ones. The figure reached the captain's cabin and listened carefully, the sounds of snoring were heard so the figure walked past the cabin and stopped. The lid was removed from the can and the contents were splashed around the deck and timber walls of the cabins as the figure moved back towards the deck hatch. The area reeked of petrol and then the figure lit a match, the flare illuminated the face of the workman who was grinning evilly, as he threw the match down the companionway. The fumes and petrol ignited with a loud WHUMPH, fire raced along the deck igniting the timber spreading up the heavily painted wooden bulkheads turning the companionway into a roaring inferno. The sound of the burning wood crackling and spitting awoke Jack as he coughed from the thick fumes and smoke, he awoke Nat and Carl and they made their way through the impenetrable smoke to the door. Jack opened the door and the flames eagerly rushed into the cabin, Jack took the full brunt of the scorching searing flames and his hair and clothing ignited as he reeled back against Nat and Carl. The lads screamed in horror and fear the intake of breath drew the fire into their lungs as the crumpled to the floor along with Jack. Their bodies writhing in pain as the flames ate into them till they arched up frantically and collapsed onto the burning deck of the cabin. The stench of burning bodies added to the stink of burning wood and paint as the workman stood there listening to the dying screams of Nat and Carl, he stood there grinning as he watched the smoke pouring from the hatchway. He turned and hurried from the deck running to his car and fleeing into the darkness as the light of the fire began to illuminate the stately masts and rigging of the Siren's Song. A night watchman across the river saw the glow and sparks flying into the night sky and called the fire brigade, the trucks raced to the docks but by the time they arrived the ship was well alight and the flames were beginning to spread to the rigging and masts. The hoses were run out and water sprayed onto the ship but the old timbers were well alight by the time the water hit them. The firemen fought the fire and finally subdued it but the hull of the ship was glowing red in places and much of the rigging was destroyed. The Siren's Song had sailed her last trip and would never grace the seas with her stately presence, another link with history had died at the hand of man. Access to the ship was impossible at the time as she was too hot and fires still smouldered below in the cabin area and holds, nobody knew that three people were lying in grotesque poses below decks. Les Meade awoke at 7 am in the morning and arose from the bed he had shared with his great nephew Timmy, he struggled to the bathroom to empty his straining bladder. He stood there hosing the bowl of the toilet with his golden stream as he ruminated about Timmy wanting him to fuck his 9year old ass. He stood there scratching his grey hair as he finished pissing, he turned to wash his hands after shaking off the last few drops. He finished washing and walked to the kitchen to put the kettle on the stove, and he sat down in his briefs at the table as he reached across to the radio turning it on to catch the morning news. He was sitting there half asleep listening to the news when he suddenly sat up straight as he heard the announcer report on a fire on a ship in the river. His heart dropped when it was announced the ship was the Siren's Song, his ship was burnt out, he felt the loss as if his closest relative had died or his best friend had passed away. He sat there devastated and lost in misery the kettle shrilling on the stove awoke Timmy who wandered into the kitchen naked, his little cock standing proudly out from his groin. Timmy looked at his unca Les and realized he was sad as there were tears running down his unshaven whiskery face, he walked between the man's legs and snuggled up to him saying, " Have I done something wrong unca?" Les awoke from his reverie and hugged the boy saying, " No my little love, you haven't upset me. My ship caught fire last night and has been burnt out." Timmy looked up into Les's eyes and said, " Oh unca I'm so sorry to hear that was anybody hurt?" Les said, " Not that we know yet the ship is still burning inside at the moment. The firemen can't get inside her to find out. I think we'd better get dressed and hurry down there." They had a quick breakfast of cereal and Les had a coffee while Timmy had a glass of milk. They hurriedly washed then dressed and Les rang for a taxi to take them to the ship. The cab pulled up at the wharf and they disembarked, paid the driver and he drove off, Les and Timmy walked onto the dock to find the fire trucks still there spraying water onto the steaming derelict ship, the police had closed off the wharf and stopped Les and Timmy at the barrier. Les told the police he was the boatswain off the ship and asked if anyone had seen the captain, Nat or Carl. The police reported that nobody was around from the ship and Les told them the captain and two others were staying aboard while the repairs were being carried out. The policeman said, " Well I hope they were off the ship because if they were aboard then they must be dead as nobody could have survived the inferno below decks." Les and Timmy walked away after giving the policeman the phone number of his niece's home and they walked to a seat on the dock where they could watch the firefighting. Timmy snuggled up to his distraught uncle and hugged him saying, " Please unca Les cheer up, they might be alive, maybe they are staying ashore somewhere." Hours past and the ship cooled down as the fires guttered out from the water and lack of fuel. Time passed on leaden shoes until finally the firemen boarded the ship wearing breathing gear, they entered the hatchway and disappeared from sight. An hour passed before they reappeared carrying the grotesquely deformed and charred remains of Jack, Nat and Carl. They placed them on the deck and the policeman asked Les did he feel up to trying to identify the remains, les walked slowly up the gangplank onto the still hot deck, the aroma of burning and charred human flesh invaded his nostrils. He approached the remains and looked at the twisted figures, they were only identifiable by their sizes, Jack was the largest body, Nat was slightly smaller while poor little Carl looked tiny in his tortured charred contortions. The firemen said they had found the bodies all together in a heap. Les thought to himself at least they were together when they died, but what a horrible death it was. The bodies were removed in body bags and taken away to be autopsied by the coroner. Les dejectedly left the wharf with young Timmy and walked along the streets till he saw a cab and hailed it going back to Timmy's home. All thought of sex was flushed from Les's mind as he was stunned and shocked by the loss of his ship and the deaths of the captain, Nat and Carl. Latter in the day the news announced that the ship had sunk at the wharf due to the amount of water pumped into her which lowered her waterline till the water poured in through the damaged hull where the tanker had hit her.