Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2004 18:45:11 EST
From: Brit18uk@aol.com
Subject: The Castaways 3

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The Castaways...

Chapter 3. Copyright by rick19uk...11th February 2004


My name is David and I am serving as a cabin boy on the good ship "The
Morning Star". I am one month short of my fifteenth birthday and have been
onboard this ship for six months. I have been at sea since I was eleven
serving on my first ship "The Kingfisher" until` six months ago. It sank in
a huge and terrible storm in the North Sea and if it hadn't been for the
new cabin boy Jeffrey I would have drowned. He is a very strong swimmer and
was able to save me when both of us, and a lot of deck cargo, were swept
over the side by an enormous wave.  It was very fortuitous that Jeffrey was
swept over-side with me because I knocked myself out when I banged my
head. He pulled himself and I onto a huge floating packing case and tied us
onto it till a fishing boat rescued us many hours later. In short, after
our rescue, we were recruited very quickly onto our present ship from the
seaman's mission we were staying in after our arrival at The Port of
London.

      My uncle was the boson aboard The Kingfisher and it was he who got me
my berth there, he was a very fatherly fellow and looked after me aboard
ship. I am very sad at his apparent loss in the shipwreck. I enjoyed my
life aboard Kingfisher and also the fun I had playing with the other cabin
boy who was already aboard when I joined the ship. His name was Douglas and
was rather good-looking being about 2 years older than me. We had great fun
running up and down the rigging playing tag for which I might add we often
got into trouble because of the risks we took in order to "tag" each
other. I suppose seventy-five feet up a mast can be very dangerous for two
reckless boys. We also had some wonderful times in our bunk when he began
to teach me how to wank, as he called it. It all came about one night when
we were in a storm and we took water on board and our cabin became
flooded. I think I had been onboard about one year and had been sharing his
cabin ever since I joined ship.

      The night of which I speak and because his bunk was the lower one it
got very wet and we had to strip the bedding and put it to dry. Once
everyone had taken a turn at the bilge pumps we were able to turn in and
that's when we moved my dry bedding down onto his bunk and got in
together. I had been asleep for a short while when I was awakened to
Douglas humping me like a dog and pressing his large hard cock against
me. His humping had ridden my nightshirt up, and his cock was slipping up
and down my arse crack when I suddenly felt wet appear there. I shouted at
him that he was a dirty bastard and that he had pissed up my arse. This
outburst of course awoke him and he began to babble that he hadn't pissed
on me, but had "cum" on me during what he described as being a "wet
dream". I was of course extremely curious and began to ask what he was
talking about, at this point he got out of the bunk and lit the lantern. He
wiped his hand over my arsehole and brought it up for me to see and sure
enough what he had on his fingers was sticky and slimy. He told me I would
begin to produce "cum" very soon too and then quite boldly got hold of my
own small but by this time very hard dick. He then demonstrated how to take
hold of the foreskin and roll it back forth to produce what proved to be
very thrilling sensations. I was from that point onwards, like a fish on
the end of a line, I was totally hooked. We "did it" together at every
available opportunity and it was just as I had celebrated my thirteenth
birthday when I began to produce my own "cum". Douglas said it was a late
birthday present because he was the one wanking me when it happened. I had
also noticed that my own dick and balls had begun grow at an astonishing
rate and I hoped I would soon be as big as Douglas; I had hair there too.

      About eighteen months afterwards, Douglas had fallen off the
gangplank whilst we were berthed in Hull and had broken his leg. He went
home to recover and that is the last I have ever seen of him. We did one
short run to Holland with just me onboard as cabin boy after he left, but
before Jeffrey joined the ship. The first time I saw the new boy I was in
complete awe, he is beautiful and much to my embarrassment I immediately
began to grow down there. I couldn't wait to find out if he played. My
impression of him was that he was a little snooty because he spoke with a
rather posh accent and had brought a lot of books with him. My guess was
that he was about thirteen or fourteen. I can read a little but I am not
very good because as a small child, I had only ever been to the primary
school and Sunday school and what I had learnt there had been quite basic I
suppose. Oh well! If we get on together he will perhaps teach me to read
better and he may also let me borrow some of his books. I was thinking this
as I lay wedged and snuggled in my bunk on Jeffrey's second night aboard. I
had only just fallen asleep when I was roughly shaken awake by one of the
seamen, he told me to get up, wake the new kid then get ourselves on deck
as it looked as if we may be abandoning ship. He also said we should wrap
up warm.

      The gale, which had forced us to our bunks, had worsened and was now
a very fierce storm that was raging out of control. The noise from above
was incredibly frightening as I made my way to Jeffrey's cabin and woke him
up. I didn't tell him we would be abandoning ship, as I didn't want to
scare him. We got ourselves up top and almost as soon as we came out of the
companionway we were swept up by this huge freezing cold wave. That is as
much as I remember until I awoke tied and clutched tightly by Jeffrey with
us perched on top of one of the enormous packing cases that had been swept
off the deck along with us. He had saved me and as I began to get my wits
about me I moved my head from his lap and clutched onto him in as tight a
hold as I could get.

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      As we approached The Falkland Islands the winds began to be quite
fierce and we were proceeding along under reduced sail. David and I
couldn't help but become quite scared after the events that had overtaken
us whilst aboard Kingfisher as we sailed the North Sea. I know that my
dreams were quite vivid and frightening which meant I wasn't sleeping too
well and had large dark rings around my eyes. The first officer whom I now
called Jack when we were in private, picked up on my state and began to
invite all three of us to his cabin several evenings a week. He bade us to
take coffee with us and we would sit around in his cosy cabin drinking it
whilst he regaled us with stories of his life at sea as both man and
boy. The coffee was delicious and we would very seldom be allowed to
partake of it otherwise. He showed us how to use short, cut lengths of
sugar cane to stir it with, thus rendering it deliciously sweet. The effect
a hot drink had on us was also very calming and David and I found that we
began to sleep very much better.

      A thing that irked the three of us was that because the wind was
quite fierce which caused the ship to rock and sway a great deal, we were
no longer able to burn off our excess energies running up and down the
rigging at our favourite pastime, playing the game of tag. We had all three
become firm favourites of the crew and we found out they took bets on the
winner of our dangerous game. I think that it was this very same excess of
energy that led to our extremely rampant nocturnal activities. We had
managed to get hold of a pack of gaming cards and we regularly played a
game of forfeit once we were shut in our cabin at night. Brian was the
instigator of the first really daring one when I had lost and had to pay
forfeit. He just turned and said, "your forfeit Jeffrey is to come here
onto your knees and take my cock into your mouth". I was extremely shocked
and in trepidation, slowly made my way over and sank to my knees, whereupon
he took hold of the back of my head and forced me down onto his dick. The
taste, which I was dreading, was really not what I imagined but was in fact
very pleasant; within a very short time he was thrusting into my mouth. I
had been being used thus for a minute or two when I felt David's warm lips
sliding onto my own hard cock and it all very quickly turned into a three
way suck fest. That is how we found out about the very wonderful and erotic
activity of sucking each other off.

      Within a few more short weeks we found ourselves rounding Cape Horn
and entering a living hell. The wind and waves were truly a nightmare with
it howling through the rigging and huge waves battering the ship and
threatening to swamp us. None of us got any hot food for nearly two weeks
but survived on foul water and weevil filled ships biscuits. These last,
which had to banged hard to dislodge the weevils turned my stomach, its
amazing however, what hunger will encourage one to do. We even saw rats on
deck, which illustrates the dire straits in which we found ourselves.

      "Shooting the sun" was only possible for two days during the whole
two weeks it took to round The Horn. Jack put me through my paces taking
star sightings whenever they were visible and we were both delighted to see
his tutelage had sunk in. The relief everyone felt as we left Cape Horn
behind and entered the South Seas was cause for celebration and it was at
this time we enjoyed our first hot food for the past two weeks. We were in
heaven. I couldn't wait to get my "shot" of the noonday sun and plot my
first practice course of the Pacific Ocean. I knew that my first priority
on getting back to England would be to buy my very own sextant if I earned
enough of a share from the voyage.

      The weeks passed and we sailed into evermore-balmier climes causing
the mood aboard ship to lighten considerably. The carpenter and his men had
repaired a cracked mast and done hundreds of other small repairs that were
necessary after our eight weeks or so sailing through very rough weather
indeed. Jack heaped praise on the builders of the ship and extolled the
extreme virtues of stout English oak. He had given us all, over the months,
a very firm grounding of his knowledge of English maritime history and had
also drummed it into us why we the English, were the masters of the sea at
that time. He was very proud of our countries achievements in gaining The
British Empire and could see it growing ever more and more. He without
doubt instilled national pride into us and pressed home the fact that we
were also involved in our empire building quest due to the very nature of
the voyage in which we were all partaking. He was very bitter over the
French involvement in our recent struggle and subsequent loss of the
American colonies and further instilled into our brains that the "bloody
French" were our natural enemies and that we should never trust them as
long as we lived. The defeat at Yorktown in 1781 would never have happened
if our supply ships had not been impeded by those damnable frogs.

      We had been at sea for nearly eleven months when "land ho" was hailed
from the masthead and we all eagerly crowded the rail to get our first view
of these magical islands. It wasn't in fact till late the following
afternoon that we were able to clearly discern shapes on the green and very
verdant looking humps that rose from the sea in the near distance. The
captain decided we should anchor some 2 miles offshore for the night and we
watched in some trepidation as armed seamen took position for the night to
guard the rails of the ship. The night however passed uneventfully save for
our usual nocturnal fun and as morning came, it was with extreme excitement
we arose and set about our duties.

      The captain had ordered just topsails hoisted and we proceeded to
slowly approach the mouth of the twin coral arms that encircled the
island. As we neared we saw strange looking canoes take to the sea and
begin to approach us, they were filled with smoky skinned naked men, boys
and maidens. Brightly coloured beads, large necklaces of flowers and other
items adorned their bodies and we did notice that most of the men either
carried clubs or had them nearby. The other fact that sat strongly and made
the greatest of impressions on us was the laughter and general good spirit
that pervaded the whole atmosphere as they drew ever nearer. We three boys,
and I have no doubt that many of the seamen, couldn't help but notice the
size of the appendages on the men and boys and I know that many were
leering at the naked bosoms of the maidens. Our eyes were popping from our
heads at this sight and I wondered if it was only me that was growing "down
there". I know I noticed more than one of the native boys with a large,
fat, and hard dick.

      As the canoes drew alongside the captain ordered that none of the
natives be allowed aboard with the exception of the obvious leaders amongst
their men folk.  A few of the swimmers in our crew were brave enough to
leap overboard as the anchor was dropped and begin to frolic around the
canoes that contained the maidens, these same, quickly joined our crewmen
in the water and the whole day was a truly gala experience. It was after
the captain and officers struggled to make themselves understood with the
leaders who had been allowed aboard, that it began to be generally
understood that we were invited ashore to their village and were to partake
in a feast.

      It was a truly wondrous experience, and we gorged on strange looking
vegetables and fruit, and many suckling pigs, which had been roasted over
open fire-pits. We ate using our fingers, off large leaves with fat running
off our chins as we devoured all before us. The banquet was followed by
war-like dances by the native men and dancing and singing by the maidens
around a great fire. We were also given coconut shells filled with a foamy
sour tasting beer. We boys didn't like it and eventually found ourselves
some way away from the village. We had been encouraged to follow the naked
native boys who showed us how they shimmied up palm trees and lopped off
coconuts, which fell with resounding thumps to the earth. These same, they
eagerly set about with their pangas and in very short order had them
stripped of the outer skins with the tops chopped off. They offered them to
us in order that we may drink the delicious coconut milk contained within.

      We spent about a month at the island catching wild pigs and pickling
them into barrels of brine. We also filled our water casks with wonderfully
sweet fresh water that cascaded from the hills into the lagoon below. A
goodly supply of the delicious coconuts were loaded, as well as a goodly
supply of fruit and a strange fruit called breadfruit that when cooked
looked like bread. Yams and other fruits along with the breadfruit had
become the staple diet of we three boys all washed down with the delicious
milk from the coconuts. We fished on a daily basis catching many strange
but equally delicious fish. The cook salted them down and stored them in
casks for later consumption at sea. We had great fun with the native boys
who took us further round the island and eventually persuaded us to divest
ourselves of our clothes and swim as they did, in our birthday suits. We
had many games of water tag, having as our target each other's dick. This
invariably resulted in most of us being hard at some point during the game,
which didn't go unnoticed by either party.

      On several of these occasions we were allowed ashore overnight and
with us joining five or six of the native boys camped by a large fire some
way from the village. We quickly shed our clothes and diving into the sea
took to our favourite game of dick tag, very often hanging on to any dick
we found to be hard. This invariably resulted in a mass wank session round
the fire where we three European boys were put to shame by the size of the
dicks these native boys possessed. A native boy was the first one to suck
when he sat next to me one evening, reached for my dick and began to play
with it where it was quickly rock hard. He just shifted himself around,
ducked his head and proceeded to devour my dick producing the by now
familiar and delicious sensations. He began to turn me around and pull my
head to his dick and this was the point at which we learnt another exciting
game which we three, soon named "the sixty nine" game. He had the most
enormous dick and the longest foreskin I had ever seen and it was with an
aching jaw that we brought each other to orgasm, It was with thoughts of
his long foreskin that after our little game of sixty nine I invented a new
game.

      He and I lay facing each other and were soon rock hard again. I
grasped his dick in one hand and with the other rolled his foreskin back
placing my dick, tip to tip with his. I then managed to roll his foreskin
back over to cover my tip and then I wanked us both in this manner till we
both shot our cum making both our dicks quite messy. The experience
however, was truly amazing and I determined to try this with David who also
had quite a generous foreskin. Another game we witnessed was enacted by two
of the native boys but at the time held little appeal to we three
Europeans. It involved one of the boys knelt onto all fours with his arse
in the air, the other boy after spreading some spit around his arsehole and
onto his own dick, proceeded to hump him just like any animal from the
farmyard would do. The boy who was bent over appeared to be in no pain at
all with the others boy's very large dick up his arse, but in fact seemed
to enjoy it immensely. They must have rutted for over half an hour and it
was incredibly erotic to see his dick sliding in and out, hear their
grunts, and see the boy on top with his hand wrapped under the other boy
wanking him as if there was to be no tomorrow. I will remember these
wonderful large dicks with their low hanging balls and the copious cum for
as long as I live.

      The four weeks soon went by and we three were devastated as the
anchor was pulled up and with canoes all around us full of tearful naked
maidens and boys, we made our way from the lagoon and sailed northwest onto
our next landfall. We had all gained weight and the scurvy which was making
its presence felt before our island visit was no longer in evidence and
with our water replenished, plenty of delicious fresh food aboard, it was
with an eventual light heart that the island dropped from view beyond the
horizon. David's natural dark looks and the amount of naked swimming and
games we had played had left him almost as dark as the native boys. Brian
and I were a delicious honey gold colour and we all three exuded extreme
health and vitality.

      Another month found us still at sea with large thunderheads massing
on the horizon. The captain, whom with Jack had sailed these seas before,
took on a worried expression and proceeded to order all loose items be
securely tied down with extra care taken on battening the hatches. The
sails with the exception of the topgallants were secured and firmly tied as
well. In fact he seemed to be taking extreme precautions against the
impending storm and the issuance of orders regarding life lines brought
grandfathers words crashing to my mind, this, along with the dark and
horrible memories of our fateful time on The North Sea.

      When the storm eventually hit us it was a shrieking banshee of
howling wind, huge crashing waves and hell on earth. After the first day
the repaired mast gave way and went crashing over the side taking rigging
with it and several unfortunate seamen to their deaths. The remaining men
set about hacking the debris away as it was acting like a great sheet
anchor and making our already perilous progress downright suicidal unless
we got rid of its dragging and hampering effect on our forwards motion. It
was eventually cleared and as the last vestiges of it disappeared over the
side we could feel the ship leap and begin to settle into an easier
motion. During the night the wind picked up even fiercer and the ship was
being tossed like a cork on a pond with us onboard faring little better. We
three boys cowered in fear in our cabin and wept uncontrollably with our
arms wrapped tightly around each other. We felt it before we heard it. The
ship gave a mighty leap and a split second later, we heard the ripping,
tearing, and grating noise of what we later learned, was us, tearing the
bottom out on a coral reef. The wind was still howling with the sea
crashing about us as we felt the ship begin to settle onto the sharp teeth
of the coral.

      All hell had broken out on deck and it was in vain we tried to open
our door to escape from what we feared would ultimately be our watery
grave. The noise continued and our fear rose until about half an hour after
striking the reef we heard Jack on the other side of our door trying to
clear wreckage away to affect our release. He shouted to us that he was
going back on deck to get an axe and as the minutes turned into hours and
the activity on deck had ceased long ago it was with relief we felt that
the wind was dying and the motion of the ship no longer being the violent
hell it had been earlier. By what we thought was morning (we had no port
light in our cabin) all appeared calm and we began to shout and pound on
our cabin door again, but alas, to no avail. There was no activity or
voices to be heard at all, and it was with heavy hearts we sat and pondered
our fate in the guttering glow from our lantern. We had so far, survived
the terrible storm and were at least dry if very thirsty and hungry.