Date: Mon, 19 Jun 2006 19:42:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: zanhoweser Mackington <zanmountain@yahoo.com>
Subject: Master Michael Willington Wadsworth 02

Boy Characters:
Michael Willington Wadsworth 13-1/2  - son of the Governor of the Island
Geoffrey Headsworth 12 -- son of the captain of the guard
Penley Wadsworth 11 -- brother to Michael.

Disclaimer: The story is purely historical fiction. The characters are
fictional. If you are offended by b/b and m/b or historical accounts of the
time period 1700s for pirates, then do not read this series. Comments to
zanmountain@yahoo.com are appreciated.

PART 02

The Frigate moored in the port of the Caribbean island fortress. Brawny
sweating men hoisted the heavy luggage of the Governor's wife and Master
Michael down the gang planks to the waiting carriages. Horsemen in stiff
red uniforms stood at attention as the Wadsworth party engaged their
transport.  Geoffrey Headsworth (12) had permission from his father to be
present and came forward and opened the door for Michael and his mom. They
boarded and then called out to Geoffrey.

"Come sit with us Geoffrey! Come tell us about our new home!" perked Mrs.
Wadsworth. Michael beamed and shook hands with the handsome boy. Instantly
they bonded and became the best of friends, despite Geoffrey's lower social
status. Both their developing boyhood mounds arched up in typical boy tight
fashion as they rode the bumpy carriage up the winding hills to the palace.

The two boys eagerly sat together smiling. They felt the warmth of their
firm thighs close together as their was little room in the carriage.  There
was a shortage of young boys on the island colony.  Most citizens were out
of work sailors, older store masters, haggard wives, and aging bar maids!
What a motley crew of humanity. Geoffrey indeed found a true friend!

Geoffrey described in great detail the lavish palace and the fun games he
enjoyed with Penley (11) Wadsworth. Geoffrey then spewed forth tales and
adventures as only a boy of 12 with an imagination could espew! Wide eyed,
Master Michael brushed the blond hair out of his green eyes and rubbed his
nose listening intently. Michael then held Geoffrey's bare hairless muscled
12 year old forearm as to pause his friend and said:

"Say, did you read this book? `A General History of the Robberies and
Murders of the Most Notorious Pyrates (1724)' It has drawings and
everything vile, Master Geoffrey! It was written by Captain Charles
Johnson!!" quipped a wide eyed and learned Michael.

"No Master Wadsworth. How exciting! Rolling heads, guts spewing from
cutlass surges, and..." asked Geoffrey.

"Enough boys. That is quite enough. Really Michael! Watch your manners"
Mrs.  Wadsworth blushed and fanned her self in the carriage. "We will not
speak of the rude pirates."

"Sorry your Lord Ship Mistress Wadsworth." Geoffrey bowed awkwardly in the
carriage.

Michael Willington Wadsworth wacked Geoffrey on the head playfully with his
mother's fan from Paris and ordered: "Call me Michael. Ok? We're best
friends! Pirate shake on it?"

Both boys giggled and shook hands in a twisted secret code style. There was
a warmth and firmness in each boy's grip, as their eyes, blue and green
gazed deeply into each other. Michael felt his crotch twitch and
roll. Geoffrey tugged sheepishly at his woolen crotch. No schools of the
time taught sex education. It was something that was shared by the head of
the household usually when a boy was dating a young lady. Or worse yet,
something shared by the schoolyards or in the street!

The carriage at last rolled into the polished inlaid brick of the
Governor's Palace. It had a commanding view of the fort, the cobalt blue
bay, and the island. Mrs. Wadsworth stepped out with her son and new
friend. House Servants quickly unloaded the trunks and carried them to
their rooms.

Michael embraced his younger brother Penley. Both boys had blond hair,
though Michael's at 13 was thicker and more straggly. Penley's hair was
more polished, a bit brassier and almost brown blond, bowl cut boy's
hair. Penley had no thick braided pig tail as his older brother. However,
one thing was obvious, they were brothers as they both had thick dicks for
their ages. Even Penley at 11 boasted a sausage roll beneath the tight
fitting purple velvet knickers. He kept it up and to the side for comfort.

The family reunited and Governor Wadsworth dined with his family in the
Formal Dining Room. Servants attended their every whim. They spoke at
length of the news from England and then about the business of the island
colony. The Rum and Sugar trade was profound in the region. However, there
were increasing assaults by desperate pirates.  The Governor had doubled
the guard at the bay and sent out three war frigates patrolling the
waters. There was going to be a hanging in the morning of 3 pirates!

Michael quickly caught up with his new best friend, Geoffrey, sitting on
the cool stone patio overlooking the bay. Penley had gone to his bed
chamber. Now the older boys could talk of Pirate stories and
adventures. Governor Wadsworth and his wife watched warmly as the two boys
chatted for hours into the night on the patio.

Geoffrey's father came by late at night and chatted with the Governor
sipping a night cap of Rum. It was time for Geoffrey to return with his
dad. Geoffrey got up on his father's stallion and the two galloped off
towards the fort below. Michael rubbed his eyes and was kissed by his
mother and father.

"We are still working on your room Michael. You'll find one of Penley's
night shirts to sleep in until we can get the servants to unpack your
luggage. Sleep in his bed. Sorry the bed is so narrow. Good night son."

Michael closed the bedroom door to hear the gentle snore of his 11-year-old
blonde haired brother. He was sleeping outside the covers and his night
shirt was lifted up to his chest. Michael was impressed with the length and
size of his younger brother's dick!  What a perfect slanted head. The cigar
band below the head was smooth. His balls were not as large as his own but
were sizeable. No sign of those hairs! Michael looked closely out of
curiosity, even gently flipping his brother's dick to one side to examine
in the moonlight the sexual growth. Penley moaned and turned over onto his
stomach revealing a very firm butt. Michael gently put the nightshirt over
his brother.

Michael took off his shirt and felt his developing chest. His sagging oval
nipples gave proof to his increasing chest muscle mass. His biceps were
beginning to curve, but he was basically smooth and firm all over. He was
all boy. He next unbuttoned, almost painfully, button by button, the tight
blue knicker pants. His mound arched out defiantly and felt relief as the
pants wiggled down. His young 13 year-old-boy snake thawped back and forth
in the new found freedom and went semi-hard. His twin balls hung down in
relief. He pulled on his brother's clean nightshirt -- it was way too small
for a growing 13 year-old boy, but better than sleeping in the
nude. Michael looked down and saw the head of his penis poking out from the
hem of the nightshirt. He rubbed his eyes and crawled into bed with his
brother. The warmth felt strangely comforting. He didn't mind it. He
smelled his brother's bowl cut blond hair and it smelled of coconut and
lime shampoo made from the island. He drifted off to sleep, back to back,
warmth to warmth.

CRASH!  BOOM! CRASSSSSH!!! The noisy THUNDER STORM roared

Flashes of lightning lit up the bedroom and the silk curtains blew noisily
from the open balcony into the room. Michael thought it was spectacular,
and watched the shadows and flashes dance across the bedroom. He felt
Penley awaken and clutch his forearm out of fear. He snuggled tightly
against his brother. Both boys laid down and drifted to sleep
again. Michael awoke an hour later to find Penley clutching the side of his
thigh. He thought nothing of it. He drifted in and out of sleep. The stone
tile of the bedroom floor became damp from the thundering storm.

Morning came streaming through the bedroom. Michael fluttered open his
eyelashes and lazily gazed about the bedroom. He felt very HARD. He looked
down and his night shirt had shifted up. His penis was ROCK HARD and
pointed up with a morning wood. His bladder was very full and aching from
drinking so much lemonade last night with Geoffrey. Why would his winkie
(as the boys of the day called the penis without understanding its sexual
function) be so hard? How could he pee? Furthermore, He was aghast to find
Penley's firm hand wrapped tightly around his aching dick in almost a death
squeeze. Apparently the scared boy had slipped his grip further and further
down on his brother through the night. Innocently of course. Michael gasped
at how LARGE his private member was growing and lengthening! The tight grip
forced the blood into the penis like a cock ring. The dick was almost
turning bluish from the grip! Michael wiggled a bit back and forth trying
to find relief from his brother's grip. He finally took the hand and finger
by finger pried it off his pulsing boy cock. Rapidly the extended excited
cock returned to a normal erection size for Michael. He quietly slipped
slowly out of bed and turned his brother on his back. The frustrated
Michael walked about the bedroom with a raging hard-on, not quite knowing
what to do.

"How can I pee if it doesn't go down? And why is it up? This is puzzling!!"

Michael looked about and found his shirt. He buttoned it on. He was walking
around naked without pants with a raging 13 year-old boy hard cock,
slightly curving upward, pulsing with each beat of his heart.

THUMP! THUP! THACK!

Pebbles came rolling from the balcony into the bedroom.

Michael took the silk curtain and wrapped it around his lower half and
peered over the balcony. It was bare-chested Geoffrey looking up from the
ground below. He wanted to play with his new friend!

"Look Michael! I am a pirate! Land Ho! I'm coming up after ye, matey!"

Geoffrey clutched the uxorious lush vine growing up the side of the palace
and slowly ascended to his friend.

-NEXT, WHAT THE MORNING MEETING BRINGS! -