Date: Sat, 27 Dec 2003 22:44:18 +1100 From: james robinson Subject: The Training Ship Part 4 This tale is purely a figment of my imagination; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is coincidental. The story contains sex between boys and boys and men and boys if you do not like this content don't read it. If this type of material is prohibited in your place of residence please don't read it. If you enjoy the story, don't hesitate to email me all comments and constructive ideas gratefully received, all flames instantly extinguished. I hope you enjoy the story, justjames17@hotmail.com. The Training Ship, Part 4. justjames17. The ship lay at rest on the shimmering water, the myriad of jewels in the black sky reflected clearly in the glassy smooth sea. The tracery of the ship's masts and rigging etched against the starry sky and moving slightly against the velvet backdrop, as she rose and fell on the gently heaving breast of the ocean. The majority of the crew asleep below decks and only the soft sound of footsteps of the anchor watch on the white wooden decks disturbed the silent night. A slight mist arose from the sea as the night temperatures dropped, creating ghostly shapes as they whirled and drifted about the bay dancing across the surface. Below decks the boys slept soundly, after the energy they had expended on their trip to shore, their tired young bodies lying in relaxed positions as the dreamt of a multitude of pleasant things. Their almost naked smooth bodies glimmered in the subdued lighting as their chests moved to their breathing. Some of their bed sheets were tented as their young tumescent tools stretched in their sleep, other boys lay cuddled to their pillows their soft little bottoms curved out, their rounded cheeks showing clearly through their sleep wear as they drooled onto their pillows. The sound of young bodies breathing combined with the odd whimper and snore creating a soft symphony in the dim light, a cough or a mumbling voice adding to the sound as the boys slept deeply. Further down the companionway the older crewmembers slept, here the sounds were a little louder and the mounds of erect cocks bulged much larger through the sheets. The older more mature young men's bodies exhibiting their manhood by their size and the hairy growths around the base of their much larger cocks and under their armpits. The aroma in this cabin was much stronger, more masculine than the sweet aroma of youth in the boys' cabin; not an unpleasant odour but a richer more animalistic scent pervaded the atmosphere. The dreams of the sleepers were shattered by the sound of the ship's bell sounding and the calls of the duty watch as they woke the drowsy sleepers to face the new day. The rising sun was peeping through the portholes as if peering around to see the semi naked lads arising from their tousled bunks. The sleep drowsy bodies slipped from their bunk to stagger about gathering their clothing and dressing to go out on deck after making up their bunks. The still semi awake lads milled about and separated into their watches and lined up facing the poop deck where captain Jack stood arms behind his back and legs spread wide awaiting their coming to order. When the shuffling ceased Mr. Wills called the lads to attention and saluted the captain, who stood there in silence for a few seconds and surveyed the silent boys. Captain Jack then began to address the crew and students telling them that the ship should get underway sometime today and the boys were to scrub down the wooden decks to smarten them up. The boys groaned quietly as the captain smiled at their discomfort, he told the crew members to help the young boys in this task and then he said, " Ok men, carry on to mess first your breakfast will be ready now. " He turned away then spun back, on his heel and called for Carl to proceed to his cabin after breakfast was finished. The lads hurried below decks feeling ravenously hungry and filed into the mess and sat down waiting for the mess boys to bring the meal from the galley. The meal arrived and consisted of cereal followed by crispy bacon and eggs with toast followed by either hot tea or cold milk. The boys wolfed down the meal then filed out to begin the big job of scrubbing down the wooden decks, the buckets, brushes and pumice stones were doled out and the boys filled the buckets with sea water and got down on their knees and began scrubbing the deck. The sight of all those young bubble butts wriggling around as they worked was unbelievably erotic, the boy's who were wearing Speedo swim trunks really showed their ass cracks as they were spread widely open as they bent over. Many a tenting was visible in the clothing of the older crewmembers as they watched the swivelling Asses wobbling around and as their sweat moistened the clinging nylon their little ass lips became visible through the sheer material. Carl was oblivious of the scene on deck, as he was below decks in Jack's cabin where he was tidying the bunk and generally cleaning the captain's private space. The captain was busy at his desk writing a letter to Alex's parents, who lived in his hometown of Geelong on Corio Bay. Carl kept turning to watch his captain as he sat there writing the sad missive, Carl could see the odd tear trickle down the craggy face, as the man wrote to the boy's family. He finished cleaning and tidying the cabin then he walked across to the captain and gave him a hug and a kiss to comfort the man as he carried out the sad duty. Carl whispered into Jack's ear, " "Don't cry, captain Jack it wasn't your fault that Alex fell it was an accident. " The captain put down the pen and wrapped the young boy in his arms, cuddling him to his chest and kissed his petal soft lips saying, " I can't help crying my Carl, I hate the thought that any young sweet boy in my charge could die in such a way. It is a cruel waste of a sweet young life, Alex was such a pure nice young boy." Carl began to sob too as he remembered the cute blonde boy who was a member of his watch, he remembered the sight of his slim but muscular smooth body as they dressed & undressed. How the blonde boy looked as the water from the shower cascaded down over his honey brown tanned body, coursing over his forming muscles and flattening the small almost invisible blonde patch of pubic hair. Carl was saddened to think that the vibrant special being, that was Alex, had died and left them on the ship. Alex was a boy who always smiled no matter what was happening, he raised the spirits of the other young students when they felt down at being so far from their families and homes. They had only known him a short time but he had a special part in all the boys' hearts. The captain cuddled Carl tighter as they both wept together, and then there was a knock at the cabin door. Captain Jack called out, " Come." The door opened and Conrad stood there studying the red swollen eyes and the wet cheeks, he then announced that the authorities requested that Jack report to the police, they said he would be met at the pier by a police car and driven to the police station. The captain stood up and walked to the washbasin and washed his face with cold water and told Conrad to go to the mate and ask him to tell the police he would meet the car in half an hour. He requested that a long boat be launched and manned ready to row him across to the pier. Jack got dressed in his uniform and white shirt placing his peaked white cap on 1 his head and surveyed his image in the mirror. Carl stood there transfixed as he had never seen Jack in his uniform and the man looked very official and awesome as he turned to survey the back of his clothing, the gold braid on the sleeves and cap gleamed in the sunlight shining through the port hole. The captain walked up on deck and stood there surveying the freshly cleaned deck, which gleamed in the sunlight, he complimented the boys on the job they had done then walked to the side and clambered down into the boat which caste off and began to row towards the harbour. They reached the wharf and pulled alongside holding the boat steady while the captain climbed the tall ladder to reach the top, a policeman was waiting for him to clamber up and offered his hand to the captain as he lifted up onto the decking of the pier. The trawlers moored alongside were lifting and dropping on the swells passing under the pier, their masts rolling side to side as their rigging clinked and rattled. The odour of fish pervaded the air as the two men walked down the pier to the shore where a police car was parked. They climbed into the car and set off into the town, at the police station they parked and entered the building. The policeman showed Jack into an office where the inspector in charge stood up and walked around his desk to shake hands with the captain saying, " Welcome captain, I'm sorry it is under these unfortunate circumstances we have to meet." Captain Jack nodded silently then said, " Yes it has been a very emotional time aboard the Siren's Song, the crew, boys and myself are very upset by the accident. It is the first time we have lost a student on a cruise in 15 years that I know of. " The inspector agreed and saying, " We have checked back on your ship's records and it is in fact the very first time a lad has died on the ship, since it was restored and used in it's current occupation. Its record is unblemished." The inspector continued, " The coroner has cleared you of any wrong in the accident and your vessel is cleared to continue its cruise." The captain felt relief wash over him like a cool shower and he visibly relaxed as he absorbed the policeman's words. He stood up and thanking the police and the coroner asking for the inspector to pass his gratitude on to those involved and the inspector escorted him out of the station and told the officer who drove him up to take him back to the wharf. They climbed into the car and headed back down to the wharves where the captain thanked the policeman for his assistance then walked up the pier with slightly more spring in his step than when he had passed this way a short time ago. He reached the ladder and looked down to see the longboat still tethered to the pier waiting for him, he quickly climbed down the ladder stepping aboard the boat as the crew caste off the painters and pushed off and began to row back towards the ship. They reached the ship and clambered aboard then swung the longboat aboard and lashed it down, the captain went below to remove his uniform and put it away into the wardrobe then donned his denims and boat shoes and returned to the deck. He called the crew to attention and told them of the coroner's findings and then said they were cleared to continue on their cruise up north. 2 Mr. Wills turned to the crew and said I think we should give a cheer, then he led the lads in a triple cheer, "Hip, hip, hooray, Hip, hip, hooray, Hip, hip, hooraaaay." The sounds echoed off the nearest headland where the townsfolk standing on the cliff waved back and cheered too. The captain said to Mr. Wills, "Prepare to get under way Mr. Wills, we had better take advantage of the off shore breeze before it dies away for the afternoon sea breeze." Mr. Wills bellowed, " Right-Oh lads to get the sails unfurled and smack it about, we can't waste time or we will be caught on a lee shore very soon." The crew leapt into the ratlines clambering like monkeys into the rigging, the sails were soon unfurled and began to fill as the gentle wind sighed through the rigging. The anchor crew began to work the capstans and slowly link after link of the heavy chains clattered through the hawse- pipes clattering into the chain locker in the bows. Two lads were positioned in the bows armed with seawater hoses to wash any mud from the chain as it rose from the water. The heavy anchors broke the surface, as the gallant old lady felt the driving force of the wind in her sails and she answered by beginning to move forward through the calm water. The watching crowd of spectators, most of whom would never have seen a ship of her ilk before cheered as the sails filled out and she began to pick up speed as she freed herself from the shore and headed for the entrance of the bay. A small fleet of pleasure craft escorted her as she sedately cruised through the small chop lifting to the gentle swells sedately like the lady she was. She cleared the northern headland and continued out to sea leaving the small craft behind, as the occupants filmed her with video cameras and took photographs. She slowly grew smaller and smaller as she sailed due east, to position herself a safe distance from the coast in case of bad weather. She made ten miles before the wind swung around to the south and she turned to the north to head up the coast The breeze increased in strength until it was raising white caps and a cross sea of about a metre was running across the undulating swells, the ship revelled in the conditions and developed a fine bone in her teeth as her bow knifed through the roiling waters. The log showed a speed of 8 knots as she sliced through the white water, throwing fine spray up into the air as she breasted the choppy seas, the following sea birds wheeled and swooped on the breeze as they played about the ship. A lad leaning over the bow rail saw a large shape riding just ahead of the knifing bow then was overjoyed when the shape broke surface and leapt into the air. It was a bottlenose dolphin playing on the pressure wave in front of the speeding hull, it was soon joined by a school of about 20 of it's relatives and the sight of these beautiful creatures cavorting about the bows soon had an audience of human eyes watching their antics. The dolphins escorted the ship for many hours before sheering off and swimming away towards the shore, a faint line above the horizon. The watching lads felt a little deserted as they watched the gambolling creatures disappearing from sight and they slowly moved away from the bows back onto the main deck. The ship continued on as the sun began to dip towards the sea announcing that night was drawing closer, the watch changed and the boys coming off watch filed down to the mess to have their evening meal. 3 The conversations were filled with the dolphins and their antics and how there were young dolphins swimming with the adults, they were amazed that the young ones never seemed to tire but kept pace with the ship and their parents for such a long period and covering so many miles. The boys ate their meal then were free to watch TV or listen to the radio in the lounge area, some boys just decided to retire to their cabin and lie on their bunks reading. Carl was in Jack's cabin on the bunk reading a gay magazine the captain had leant him; he was lying back reading an illustrated story and playing with his erect penis. The captain was on deck working out their position and discussing their run during the night. He made sure the navigation lights were working and the radar was operating, as these seas were a busy highway for shipping heading up or down the east coast. The ship was reasonably safe as she made a large blip on a radar screen due to her size, but quite a few smaller craft had come to grief in these waters run down in the dark by large ocean going ships and tankers, unnoticed and unseen. The captain was satisfied all was correct and he told the mate that he was going below to his cabin and that he could call him if needed during the night. He walked below and crept up to his cabin door opening it quietly and silently to see Carl lying there on his side, his back to the door, wanking his hard little boner. Carl was so engrossed in the story and feeling so horny he didn't see or hear the captain enter, Jack crept over to the bunk and suddenly grasped Carl's rigid cock. Carl nearly fainted with shock as the man grasped his boner; he jumped as his heart leapt in his chest with fright. His heart hammering in a panic until he saw it was his lover Jack, he was relieved to see the captain grinning at him but felt annoyed at the fright he had received. This was forgotten as Jack bent down and swallowed his still hard young cock the sensation of the warm wet lips slowly enveloping his hot throbbing cock caused Carl to forget all about the fright he had experienced. Jack began to bob up and down sucking his cock hard causing extremely powerful tremors to home in on his tight nuts, he was soon panting deeply as he arched up into the man's sucking mouth. His young sperm was pumping, spurting coating Jack's mouth as his balls drew up tight to his groin. Jack swallowed every sweet pearly drop of Carl's young cum, as his young gonads emptied through his urethra tube. The boy was quivering and sighing as he pumped out his load, his body arching up stretching his cute abdomen as Jack sucked him dry, working his tongue up the throbbing urethra to push any remaining cum out into his hungry mouth. The boy's cock became too sensitive and he pushed Jack's head up removing the torturing mouth off his tormented knob. Jack sat back and watched his young lover as he panted and quivered on the bunk in front of him, the young cock slowly losing the crimson hue as it deflated back to normal size. He bent down and kissed the scarred young knees marked by various accidents of the youth's past, he kissed his way gently up the inner thighs as Carl opened his legs and whimpered. Jack reached the joint between the upper thigh and the scrotum he tasted the sweat and licked the silky smooth flesh as he worked around the shrunken nut sack. The odour of the youngsters groin was mystical and aromatic as Jack 4 inhaled deeply, the boy opened even wider as he felt the warm breathe on his nuts and perineum. Jack's wet rough tongue lapped at the tight hairless velvet sack causing a deep whimper from Carl, he then lowered his tongue and licked in one swoop from the edge of the boy's ass lips up the perineum to cover the boy's balls then work up his hardening cock. Carl sat up in ecstasy groaning as the tongue sent erotic charges through his whole being; he grasped Jack's head and lifted his face to his as he French kissed his lover. Their tongues met and twirled about one another as they struggled to swallow each other. Both were grunting and gurgling as they kissed and fenced orally, Jack could feel Carl's cock erect against his chest and marvelled at the spontaneity and resilience of the teenage body. He pulled back from the kiss and rimmed the boy's pulsing ass muscle, Carl was twitching frantically as the wet tongue licked and poked his hole. Eventually the questing tongue opened his tight hole and began to penetrate the hot furnace of Carl's anus, the flavour of ass juice was tingling on Jack's taste buds as he salivated into the boy. Carl was arched up resting on his head and heels as he gave in to the incredible sensations possessing his young body. The invading tongue was embedded completely inside his rectum tickling his silky crimson ass lining, it was twisting and prodding about in the dark inner tunnel of his boy pussy. He groaned and felt his nuts beginning to excite, he begged Jack, " Oh please my captain, fuck my boy hole, you've got to be quick or I will cum before you do." Jack immediately grasped his massive shaft and positioned his purple round knob against Carl's pulsing hole; he began to shove it into the moaning excited boy. Carl pushed down onto the invader as he grimaced in pain; the urgent need to be taken and fucked was overriding his pain threshold. They captain forced the thick fat cock slowly into the tight ring stretching it beyond belief then he felt Carl push down and his boner rushed deep into his body in one go. Carl screamed and almost fainted from pain then he began to wriggle about on the pole as he got used to the pain. He felt the man humping him gently until the imprisoned prick swelled even bigger and the sensation of the hot rush of semen flooded him as spurt after spurt bounced around deep inside his body. The captain dragged the boy hard down onto the penetrating shaft as he bucked like a bronco, hammering the tight ass as his pubes rammed into Carl's nuts, as the boy collapsed into his arms inert having passed out from the stimulation and pain. The captain pulled out as his penis began to collapse and shrink, he slid out from the tightly stretched ring and felt Carl quiver as his helmet extracted from the wet cum laden hole. The captain was still suffering a high of astronomical proportions, and hadn't noticed that the motion of the ship had changed, she was moving more and rolling harder, the hull resounding to heavier thumps as larger seas slapped her sides. The captain was regaining his equilibrium as his breathing slowed and his blood pressure dropped back to normal. He suddenly realized that something was wrong and he buzzed the wheelhouse. Mr. Wills answered and advised him that heavy swells were running from the southeast and the barometric pressure was dropping fast. Captain Jack told him he would be there momentarily and began to tidy his appearance. 5 He hurried on deck to feel the wind increasing and the ship heeling over before the onslaught, the spray was flying through the air as the Siren's Song smashed into the seas. The barometer was falling fast and it looked as though they were heading into heavy weather and he ordered sail to be shortened as the crew rushed up the ratlines. The sound of the wind increased and it was soon moaning through the rigging as the sails were shortened, the motion of the ship eased a little and she again moved smoothly only throwing the odd shower of spray into the air. The lads climbed back to the deck and stood about shivering in the cooler conditions, the captain told them to go below and get warmer clothing on, half the watch at a time trooped below. They returned wearing wet weather gear and looked much happier. Shortly after they returned the skies opened and a deluge of cold rain hit the ship reducing vision to a few yards in the darkness. We leave the Siren's Song as she battled her way through the inclement and gusting conditions. To Be Continued.