Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2017 13:21:31 +0100
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: Stowaway on the Ticonderoga part 2

		       Stowaway on the Ticonderoga 2

This is the second part of Stowaway on the Ticonderoga, Andrew has now
sighted the ship & having experienced nightmarish premonition dreams senses
that the ship is doomed & people are going to die. Having previously vowed
to escape & sail to Australia, his faith will be severely tested as he
confronts his demons.

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Vintagespeedoboy

                                                   20th July 1852.

Andrew gazed silently at the ship sensing that the ship was doomed, his
nightmarish visions flashed before his eyes as fear overcame him, tears
started flooding his eyes when he said.  "I can't go on that ship, she's a
ship of death I'm telling you, she's doomed & a lot of people are going to
die, take me away from here please."  They walked some distance from the
ship & sat down with Andrew crying his eyes out whilst Jock comforted him,
as he calmed down Jock opened a small bottle of porter & shared it with
both lads whilst his mind tried to formulate a solution when Trevor said.
"Leave it with me whilst I have another scout round to see what I can
find," then left for the Emigration depot, when he returned with a sullen
look, he said.  "Bad news gents, that damn clown on the ship told me she
had to be ready by the 20th & he's goofed big time, I spoke to the master
of the depot who tells me she has to be ready on the 26th, he's the one in
charge of the place so he ought to know, he also told me the ship leaves on
the 4th of August, we have to get out & stay out of the city for at least a
week otherwise the peelers will find Andrew & cart him off back to the
mill."  Jock asked. "When does the next ship leave?"  Trevor replied. "The
master reckons some time in November."  "Andrew, you must come with me as I
am taking you to the nearest church to find a priest, you are a catholic
aren't you?"

They arrived at St Mary's church sited in the grounds of the priory; Andrew
entered, dipped his hand in the holy water fount, genuflected, took a place
at a pew & started praying. He prayed hard for his life to be spared on the
high seas when he looked at the crucifix on the altar & saw it was weeping,
the daylight through the windows darkened as a dark cloud obscured the sun
when his nightmarish visions played out before his eyes, there was a
brilliant flash accompanied by a deafening roll of thunder when Andrew
burst out crying in church.  A few feet from him knelt the sacristan of the
church who immediately summoned the priest who comforted him & took the
loudly crying boy to the confessional where they spoke privately whilst
Andrew re-counted his story.  The priest comforted him with the skills of
an ancient soothsayer saying.  "Ever since time began, young men like
yourself have sailed the seas looking for adventure & a better life, indeed
our proud country is built upon those who came here from the seas, I will
now hear your confession, ask you to pray then finally give you the
blessing asking God to grant you safe passage."  Andrew came out of the
confessional, placed a farthing into the collection box, lit a candle &
knelt before the altar saying his prescribed prayers followed by the priest
anointing his forehead & splashing him with holy water as he read out his
blessing from his prayer book then finally gave him holy communion.  The
brilliant sunshine returned through the windows initially illuminating
Andrew in a brilliant sunbeam before he finally left the church into
brilliant sunshine gazing at the faces of both his companions looking as
though they have just witnessed a miracle, the priest hearing his
confession, giving him both the blessing & holy communion gave him new
found strength to confront his demons & confidently board the Ticonderoga.

Jock led them along the road out of the city about 3 miles to a wooded hill
half way between the city & the villages of Prenton & Woodchurch called
`Half Firkin Hill.' It was mature deciduous woodland far larger than their
previous encampment crisscrossed by animal tracks where they would remain
undetected for the duration, thankfully Jock knew this place from old &
with his skills living off the land, he would ensure both his companions
were well fed & watered.  Jock chose the site for their shelter which was
erected by the same method as their previous encampment & well camouflaged,
he dug out the fire pit sending Andrew to refill the canteens from a brook
at the bottom of the hill whilst Trevor gathered firewood when he saw the
splash & immediately knew a trout had taken a fly, after filling the
canteens he picked & ate some juicy blackberries from the nearby brambles.
Having returned to the camp, Jock left them alone whilst he left the camp
with his walking stick when some minutes later they heard a loud bang
followed by Jock returning with a rabbit he just shot with his poacher's
walking stick gun.  Whilst Jock skinned & prepared the rabbit, it was all
hands to the pump preparing their main meal of the day whilst Andrew's mind
kept wandering off to those big juicy blackberries by the brook, there were
loads of them, probably enough to feed an army & his young mind dreamed of
his mum's blackberry pies.  His mind also thought about the fish which took
the fly making a substantial splash, memories of fishing in Scotland with
his father instilled into him taught him that what he saw was a large fish
which took the fly, his need was for a fly fishing rod, made of split cane
with wire line loops bound by whipping thread coated in varnish with a good
strong catgut line & a reel which is a marvel of precision engineering, an
expensive purchase by anyone's standards but the need to read a river &
land a fly on a soup dish only ever comes with experience, all he had was a
small tin containing a few different sized fish hooks, a spoon lure,
fishing weights & a large reel of jute twine with the one Molly gave him
used for the shelter. His mind was thoughtfully formulating a plan to catch
fish, the book contained useful chapters on fishing which he's already read
when he stood up & walked around the camp site, his eyes fixed on the
ground till he found what he was looking for, a bird's feather.  Jock
excelled himself once again producing an excellent well seasoned rabbit
stew followed by tea, after cleaning the mess kits at the brook he set
about tying a portion of the feather to the hook by binding it with a
single strand of twine then tying it to the reel & try fishing the next
day.

Meanwhile back in Manchester his disappearance was reported to the peelers
with a reward for his capture, initial searches failed to find him when a
top detective was brought in to head the enquiry, he had an artist draw the
boy from their descriptions & the finished picture was indeed an accurate
portrait of Andrew.  Adrian Morse, a portly bespectacled man with balding
hair in his late 40's studied the picture thinking he was indeed a good
looking boy, one who would not look out of place singing as a boy soprano
in a church choir, wearing the uniform from one of England's elite public
schools or as an altar boy in a church, his well groomed appearance
certainly portrayed him as coming from a wealthy family yet as he studied
the picture his cock became rock hard inside his silk drawers fuelling
memories of his younger days when he had sex with street urchin boys whilst
at university & wished he could bed the one who's picture he now held
wondering if he was well endowed for his age.  Copies of his picture were
now circulated & the press printed the story under the pretext of a missing
person which failed to turn up any leads.  Whilst having an off duty drink
in a pub, a peeler overheard from a man known to be a habitual drunk
sighting a sinister looking black barge with 2 funnels on the canal in the
dead of night believing he saw a ghost ship.

Both lads walked to the brook & ate a few blackberries when it was Trevor
who hit on Andrew, they initially hugged each other then humped their
groins against each other as they kissed when he felt Andrew's huge bulge
against his own. Andrew unbuttoned his shirt & gently caressed his nipples
sending wonderful sensations to Trevor's balls making his 7 inch cock even
harder, he unbuttoned Andrew's shirt & gazed in awe at his large budding
almost girly breasts wanting to caress them & certainly got his wish when
he saw a white bead of liquid on the tips of each large nipple, his
curiosity wanted to taste his morsels & as he scooped each drop with his
finger, he certainly wasn't disappointed at its luxurious sweet taste &
like a ravenous vampire immediately began sucking on his budding breasts
drawing out small amounts of his sweet elixir with Andrew's highly intense
sensations triggering his cock to fill his calecons with spunk in seconds
leaving him to strip & wash his calecons in the brook & hang out to dry on
one of the shelter's twine lines whilst Trevor wanked off his cock & shot
out several jets of spunk.  A person of Trevor's background immediately
knew Andrew could make a lot of money in a boy bordello servicing wealthy
clients & not just men for he knew women would also lust after his huge
teenage cock plunging into their pussies but were his breasts to grow
larger & produce more milk, the demand for him would be enormous even
though he would be a freak of nature although he did think that perhaps
higher entities do put such well endowed young men with breasts into the
world for a purpose? After sex they restarted gathering some blackberries.
They sat around the camp fire listening intently to Jock as he told a
really good ghost story whilst his mess kit already contained the
ingredients for their nightcaps of hot soup, there was something about Jock
they couldn't work out only that for someone to be an excellent story
teller over a camp fire & prepare & cook substantial meals & about to serve
them a well prepared soup for the night like a top chef, especially from
military mess kits has to be an educated person, there was also an element
of mystery about Jock & he had a gun concealed within his walking stick, a
poacher's shotgun which bagged a bunny. After drinking their soup & bidding
each other goodnight as they slid into their blankets under the pleasing
light of Jock's night light lantern with both Andrew & Trevor's blankets
now made into a double with their blanket pins & snuggled up next to each
other like a pair of lovers, Andrew popped his final question of the night.
"Jock, can you please bake us a blackberry pie?"

The next morning dawned bright & sunny with clear skies & a southerly
breeze blew threw the trees heralding a heat wave, throughout the night
they occasionally heard animals scurrying around in the fog of sleep
followed by the dawn chorus of birdsong. Both lads woke up with rock hard
morning cocks & Andrew's had already leaked like a tap wetting his calecons
which he changed into before bedding down for the night. As he looked
through the gap between the tarpaulin & the ground he saw a number of
rabbits with the closest one not more than 20 feet away but where was Jock?
His bed space was empty, Andrew knew at this point he had to light the
fire, he exited from his bed taking his father's brass *fire lighting tube*
containing several glow cords one of which was inside a small brass tube
with a piece of flint to strike against a rectangular steel plate on the
side of the tube.

(*Author's note,* a similar item from a museum in Adelaide, Australia was
taken on board the space shuttle Endeavour by Australian astronaut Andrew
Thomas.)

He placed kindling on the ground striking the flint several times with
sparks falling on the exposed glow cord until it smouldered & he plunged it
into the kindling starting the fire, finally he pulled the glow cord into
its small diameter brass tube placing his thumb over the end to extinguish
it whilst Trevor found the porridge & measured out the correct amounts into
Jock's mess kit just as Jock was approaching the camp site & Trevor asked.
"Where have you been?" Jock held up a porter bottle saying.  "Ah you see, I
have a way with cows, I just walked up to one & milked it then asked the
farmer nicely for half a dozen eggs."  "You crafty old bastard," said
Andrew.  "Someone must have taught you well to have the fire already lit
for me, I'll soon have a good breakfast inside your hungry bellies," as he
poured some milk inside Andrew's mess tin to boil & pour onto the porridge
finally taking out a jar of honey & adding a few spoonfuls with some
raisins, measuring out the portions & finally boiling all 6 eggs.  Andrew
normally had sugar with his porridge but honey was a totally new experience
for both lads who really liked it plus the raisins added a fruity taste to
their breakfasts followed by camp chores, washing mess kits, cutlery & mugs
at the brook, gathering firewood, burning & burying rubbish away from the
camp & tidying up their camp site.

Both lads walked to the brook with Andrew's fishing kit where he studied
the water whilst Trevor ate a few blackberries then cast his jute twine
line with the feather hook lure tied on the end feeding it out to float
with the current, after several casts he suddenly felt the line tug &
quivering violently when he struck his hand setting the hook, now he
entered a contest of youth versus fish which wasn't a sport now for he knew
only too well their food supply was already dwindling & they needed food
inside their bellies, this was a contest he had to win & he knew straight
away the fish was a large one. Trevor could only stand & watch the battle
being played out with the line cutting into Andrew's hands gazing at the
dark shape in the water seeing its occasional flashes & sometimes violently
jumping out of the water.  Gradually the fish tired when he finally landed
the fish, a fine specimen of a brown trout about 15 inches long when he
ended its life with a hard strike on the head with a stout stick, 2 more
smaller fish about a foot long fell to Andrew's lure when they walked into
camp with looks of approval from Jock.  He immediately began cutting &
preparing the fish despite lunch being over 3 hours away whilst the lads
tidied up the camp site, gathered more wood & refilled both canteens as the
heat of the morning rose to stifling levels when Andrew asked. "Jock, is
there anywhere we can go swimming?"  "If you follow the brook, it flows
into the confluence of Prenton Brook & the River Fender which is an ideal
swimming hole."  Andrew took his towel asking Trevor. "Are you coming?"  "I
can't swim."  "Go with him as the water's not deep & you can stand up."
"Come on Trevor; bring your towel with you."

Both lads stripped naked ready to enter the water when Andrew executed a
shallow dive & started swimming his neat breast stroke along the 40 foot
wide watercourse with a 4 foot depth in the middle whilst Trevor cautiously
took one step at a time with an anxious look on his face & stood in thigh
high depth watching him swim & wishing someone had taught him.  Seeing
this, Andrew swam up to him, stood up in front of him & with great patience
started demonstrating the practices his father taught him firstly
demonstrating the arm cycle saying.  "Each time you breathe in when your
hands come to your chest & out when you push your hands forward, think
about blowing your hands away," this progressed to him showing the frog
style leg kick emphasizing him to tap both heels together, this practice
progressed to shallow water with both hands on the bottom & as Trevor's leg
kicks improved he found himself starting to propel through the water,
Andrew escalated the practice with one hand on the bottom then finally
said.  "Watch me carefully as I swim across to the other side & back," then
swam slowly & purposefully slowing down his entire stroke as Trevor
watched, he stood beside him saying. "It's your turn, you try."  At first
he managed a couple of strokes & rapidly stood up, Andrew's patience
prevailed as he gradually coaxed him to swim further finally progressing to
him swimming across when he stood up beaming a huge smile uttering. "I
swam, I swam."  Andrew progressed him to 2 way crossings when he lost his
footing & stumbled into the 2 foot depth, stood up & burst out
laughing. The final practice saw Trevor swimming along the centre of the
watercourse for about 60 feet & turning round for the return, now it was
Andrew's turn to coax him through a party trick.  He coaxed him to lie flat
on his back with his arms & legs spread out in an X with his head rolled
back keeping totally still when he gently stopped his hands from supporting
him.  Trevor floated down the watercourse as though in a hypnotic trance
with Andrew close to him at all times when after about 60 feet, he tapped
him telling him to stand up & his expression said it all.  "I can't believe
I just did that, it's just like a magic trick."  "There's nothing magic
about it, all I've done is prove you can float."

Time had no meaning except for the position of the sun, they became living
art, 2 handsome naked teenage boys on the cusp of becoming young men full
of promise for their lives ahead with youthful artistic bodies in a primal
setting untouched by time, venerated by artists & more recently my
photographers throughout time when they left the water to lie down & bask
in the sun.  Trevor's face had the look of desire but deep inside him he
lusted after Andrew whose naked form with his pointed breasts & an
unmistakably huge cock & balls nesting in a dense dark blond pubic bush
fuelled his voracious lust when he began gently caressing him.  His
monstrous cock was already fully hard jerking in time to his heartbeat &
constantly leaking out his pre-cum which began to run down his shaft, beads
of white liquid began oozing out from his huge erect nipples as intense
feelings of love for him coursed throughout his body possibly placed in
this time & place by a higher entity to please & satisfy both men & women &
to sire the next generation of his family.  It was his now swelling breasts
which drew Trevor to him like a temptress as they became rounded & even in
normal conversation with others, it is always a person's breasts whether
male or female which is presented to the other person in conversation as
they face each other whether clothed or naked.  His was an exceedingly rare
gift delivering an irresistibly sweet milk from which to nurse his lovers
in their moments of passion & although small & rounded, the sensations of
them filling up for his first time for the person he loved coursed through
his breasts when Trevor latched onto his large engorged erect leaking
nipple & sucked on it like a child delivering his sweet elixir of love into
his mouth whilst his elixir leaked from his other nipple.  Although his
breast only managed to deliver an egg cupful, he latched onto his other
nipple & emptied his other breast of another egg cupful which sated him
making him almost sleepy when he knelt on all fours presenting his well
used rear hole to Andrew whose huge cock already wet with his leaking
pre-cum pushed straight in & he began thrusting into his new lover.  Trevor
moaned loudly as his lover pistoned into him as his cock massaged his love
button inside & became even larger with powerful sensations building up in
his balls; his cock began throbbing powerfully as his first huge jet of
spunk rose up & blasted inside him when Trevor's cock also blasted out his
load onto the grass with his clenching rear hole massaging his lover's
ejaculating cock inside him whilst it delivered its huge load as his
nipples dripped his elixir of love onto his back as he became overcome by a
sensory overload taking him to the point of screaming in ecstacy.  They
both lay there on the grass in the bliss of love highly sated by the most
amazing sex between them which had previously played out countless times in
his wet dreams at the cotton mill realizing that Trevor was the youth of
his wet dreams with his spunk leaking out of his gaping rear hole onto the
grass. They were so engrossed with their sleepy afterglows they never even
saw the well dressed young woman in her teens riding past on her horse
gazing at them as she rode by who's pussy became wet leaking through both
her silk pantaloons & riding breeches for the rest of her journey.

They both arrived late for lunch receiving a ticking off from Jock who now
served their meals cold, after putting their towels out to dry they buried
more rubbish away from their camp, gathered more firewood & tidied up
around them whilst Jock took the buggy & left for the city to collect more
supplies leaving them guarding their camp. Andrew had other ideas when he
left with both mess kits & canteens for the brook to gather more
blackberries & refill the canteens, an arrangement which pleased Trevor.
Jock leaving for the city had both lads puzzled wondering how he can afford
it which became another mystery especially taking the emigration box after
having emptied it inside the shelter on the buggy. He already proved to
them that he could live off the land yet why was he buying supplies? This
could only mean that he has money? But how or from where? Andrew began
looking through the night walker book & started noticing things, his
tarpaulin was joined onto another identical item also from Thomas
Edgington, Jock's walking stick gun made by London gun makers E M Reilly &
Co was perfectly illustrated in the firearms section plus Andrew had also
visited their stand with his father at The Great Exhibition. Every knot he
used with his twine both tensioning & supporting their shelter was also
illustrated, the layout of their camp was also illustrated, Andrew began to
realize that Jock has to be the author of the book he now possessed
although the author's name was Barney Rush, having been brought up as a
Scottish lad, he knew very well that Jock was a generic Scottish Christian
name for John when Trevor finally mentioned his real surname having known
this man for a few years which was Rushington. As he flicked through the
recipes section he saw it there in black & white, a recipe for blackberry
pie, the exact same recipe his mother used which he knew off by heart.

Both lads stripped naked & entered the shelter caressing & kissing each
other passionately with both their rock hard cocks leaking their pre-cum
when Trevor impulsively began sucking on his breast for his reward of some
of his milk as once again his breasts had swelled up & were leaking out of
his huge nipples, now it was Trevor's turn to plunge his cock into Andrew's
hole, it being several days since John pounded into him during the night at
the cotton mill in his bed.  Every stroke of his cock massaged his love
button bringing him to a rapid explosive climax with his spunk flying
everywhere as they were laid on their sides owing to the low height of
their shelter as well as some more of his milk trickling out of his
nipples, Andrew's powerfully clenching hole brought a deluge of Trevor's
spunk gushing into his hole in several gushes when they became partially
sleepy & just lay there talking lover's talk to each other when Andrew
suddenly realized they should be dressed waiting for Jock's return & he had
a load of spunk to dump as well, fortunately their timing was right when
they sat down by the glowing embers of the fire moments before he returned
with the buggy.

Jock returned from the city with the emigration box filled with his
shopping, most of which required money which also contained a pie dish & a
small Dutch oven. He also gathered some potatoes which were growing wild
along the hedgerows with dandelion leaves.  Once again it was all hands to
the pump as both lads prepared to cook the fish with boiled potatoes & peas
leaving Jock to prepare the blackberry pie, he lit a second fire with lager
pieces of wood as the pie required baking in hot embers both around & on
top of the Dutch oven.  Andrew was drooling whilst he watched Jock making
the pastry, filling the pie, covering the pie with pastry, moistening the
inside of the oven with olive oil then finally placing the oven on the fire
just the way he watched his mum bake pies.  With the oven baking, he
started cooking both the fish in butter in one mess tin & boiling the
vegetables in another & it certainly was a pleasing sight watching Jock
cooking the food with the skills of a chef.  First to be served was the
main meal which was cooked to perfection with Jock having seasoned the fish
nicely, the potatoes were nice & soft which he finally mashed seasoning
with both olive oil & garlic finally serving the peas with a knob of butter
& mint leaves.  Both lads were certainly amazed that Jock had cooked them a
lovely meal yet Andrew's mind was already on the blackberry pie, Jock
periodically lifted the Dutch oven's lid to inspect the pie & when he
finally lifted the oven from the embers to remove the lid allowing the pie
to cool, the smells wafted around the camp site making both lads mouths
water.  Everyone tucked into their portions of the deliciously tasting pie
leaving not even a crumb, they both thanked Jock for their hearty meals in
amazement at his skills particularly deep inside this idyllic woodland
finally topped off with mugs of tea leaving both lads to clean the mess
kits & Dutch oven at the brook.  It was whilst Andrew was purposefully
looking through his night walker book that Jock spotted it; this was the
moment he'd been waiting for when Jock asked. "Let me see your book."
Andrew passed it to him then asked. "You're Barney Rush aren't you; you
wrote this book which I must say is excellent," "For a youngster, you are
very observant indeed, Barney Rush at your service."  "It is indeed an
honour to meet you Mr. John Rushington, all the time I took you for an old
tramp but your skills, reputation & your book precedes you."  "Ah yes, the
book, the landed gentry of this country didn't see it that way & had the
book withdrawn by private prosecution making me bankrupt & serving time in
the debtor's prison, when I finally came out I swore never to live in
public life again hence the person you see before you now, if you'll give
me a moment, I will sign your book for you."  He took out a tube containing
his pen & a small bottle of ink, he wrote inside the cover. `To Master
Andrew. Best wishes for a happy & prosperous future, Barney Rush.' In a few
moments the ink had dried & Jock showed him the signature in the forward
which was exactly identical.  Everyone passed the evening by beside the
fire just talking & throwing small twigs into the fire when Jock told them
another one of his ghost stories whilst their hot soup heated up in his
mess tin. The food was securely kept inside the emigration box which kept
it safe except from a determined rat which would gnaw its way through the
wood which Jock thought was unlikely owing to a healthy local fox
population, he lit the night light lantern inside the shelter ready for
both lads to bed down together then sat by the fire contemplating his
thoughts.

The following Afternoon Andrew went swimming alone & on arrival he saw a
lad with long flowing dark hair of about 15 floating on his back in the
water, he dived into the water startling the lad & when their gazes met he
said.  "Hello, I haven't seen you around here; you're not from these parts
are you?"  "No, I'm from Hampstead in London, I'm just up here visiting
friends."  "So tell me, where are you staying?" Andrew stalled for a
fleeting moment & said. "I'm staying with John Rushington at his place."
"Oh my, he's a famous author, how did you meet him?"  "He's a friend of my
father."  "But you're Scottish, I can tell by your accent, you rich kids
seem to get everywhere, I hate them, they're all toffs."  "I must be going,
it's nice meeting you," Andrew started to leave the water when he
said. "No, wait, please don't go, I haven't meant to offend you, please
stay."  Andrew stood there in thought with both their gazes looking each
other over sizing each other up with Andrew's huge cock dangling like a
limp sausage which caught his eye & he became hard instantly growing out to
6 inches, he started blushing trying to shield his erection with his hands
when Andrew said.  "Mine does it all the time; Mr. Rushington tells me its
part of growing up."  He stuttered out. "But, yours is so huge & it looks
like you're growing tits, how old are you?"  "I'm 13; I'll be 14 in
December, Christmas day to be exact."  "A Christmas baby, mum's told me
it's good luck."  They shook hands saying their names when Tom suddenly
gave him a hug & a kiss, his rock hard cock touching Andrew's huge cock
which suddenly became rock hard when Tom looked & gasped at its huge size,
the sight of his huge cock & his small pert pointed breasts triggered Tom
to lust after Andrew when Tom led him away through the grass into a small
wooded copse like an oasis amongst the fields of long grass into another
secret world. This was his hidey hole, his campground, his childhood fort,
it was everything to him having also spent many hours here talking to a
tramp who sometimes stayed her & slept underneath a Thomas Edgington canvas
tarpaulin shelter.  Andrew spotted the site of his fire pit, filled in now
with the marks of ashes & some partially burnt twigs, a carpet of short
grass covered most of the ground underneath the trees.  They laid there
totally naked with their clothes scattered nearby fondling & caressing each
other finding each others innermost secrets whilst Andrew's huge cock
constantly leaked out his juices as his breasts slowly began to fill
becoming a pair of nicely rounded small globes & oozing out his elixir from
his nipples when Tom saw this & gasped in amazement saying. "That's milk!"
At first he licked the drops off each nipple & looked thoughtful for a
moment until he realized the delicious taste of those drops & like a child
with a jar of honey his mouth homed in on a breast wanting more of his
sweet elixir.  It only took Tom just fleeting moments to empty his breast
then latch onto his other one drinking about an egg cupful from each breast
whilst Andrew's huge cock hosed out its load several feet in long streaming
squirts by itself.  Andrew's mouth homed in on his cock sucking it &
expertly tonguing its head alternating between cupping his balls &
massaging his small quarter inch sized nipples, Tom was moaning uttering
grunts as Andrew skillfully caressed him finding all his sensitive spots &
even gently massaging the soles of his bare feet when it took only fleeting
moments to suddenly unload a half dozen squirts of spunk into Andrew's
eager waiting mouth whilst he thrashed around writhing, kicking & screaming
as his torturous sensations assaulted him. This was his first time he
experienced this which he would remember for the rest of his life.

During another hot afternoon Andrew hid his clothes & was swimming along
the length of the River Fender which flowed across the countryside into the
distance swimming his distance training as an aid to building up his
stamina for the impending voyage having swam a distance he guessed to be
about a mile during which some farm workers saw him & gazed upon his
youthful artistic form swimming his neat breast stroke in the water. (It
would be almost a half century later when Australian 15 year old Richmond
Theophilus Cavill would win the 100 yards New South Wales freestyle
championships swimming front crawl, its first ever use in a competition)
After completing his swim, he laid down naked on the grass sunning himself
with his towel covering his head shielding his eyes from the sun lying
there sleepily as the sounds of the countryside with birdsong played out
all around him with a gentle southerly breeze ruffling the long grass when
he sensed a shadow blocking out the sun, he removed his towel to see the
mounted woman of about 15 looking down at his youthful artistic naked form
when she spoke.  "You ought to know that boys are either supposed to remain
in the water or cover up in the presence of a lady, what have you got to
say for yourself young man?"  "Miss, I'm sorry, I fell asleep after taking
a long swim, it won't happen again."  "I should think not, you're not from
round these parts are you?"  "No miss, I'm on holiday staying with John
Rushington the famous author, I live at Hampstead in London with my
family."  "John Rushington eh, my father will have him horse whipped if he
ever catches him, damn parasite's been poaching off our land."  "So who are
you?"  "Elizabeth Manson, I'll have you know I'm the country squire's
daughter so please address me properly young man."  "Andrew McDonald, my
father owns a shipping company."  "A rich boy eh, well at least you've
brought some manners with you," she dismounted from the horse, shook hands
& said. "So nice to meet you."  Whilst mounted on her horse, she certainly
noticed his huge dangling cock & his pointed breasts & although she
retained her composure, lust coursed through her like an express train, her
entire body became flushed with wonderful sensations as her nipples
hardened against her breast cloth & vaginal fluids poured out from her
pussy soaking both her silk pantaloons & riding breeches as she lusted
after his huge dangling cock, taking the horse by the reins she said. "Will
you please pick up your clothes & walk with me?" Andrew retrieved his
clothes & was about to dress when she said. "Don't dress, stay as you are."

She led him to the copse bringing the horse inside & rapidly undressed till
she was naked then ravenously hugged, caressed & kissed him forcing her
tongue into his mouth whilst also grasping his now hugely erect cock
leaking out its elixir of love & dripping onto the grass when she laid down
& Andrew's tongue homed in straight to her pussy then licking & sucking on
her little nubbin whilst teasing her nipples, her sensations were so
powerful she climaxed in moments gushing a torrent of liquid into his face.
She bade him to lie on his back then straddled him facing his head easing
his huge throbbing leaking cock inside her pussy when she noticed his
breast had filled out into round globes & leaking his white elixir from his
huge nipples which trickled onto his chest. She rode his cock skillfully
with a pleasing motion with her pussy constantly clenching & massaging his
cock as she rode through several intense gushing climaxes, her hugely round
breasts bouncing & jiggling with her motions when after several minutes the
floodgates of his climax burst flooding her with over a dozen hugely
powerful lengthy gushes of spunk whilst his elixir cascaded from his
nipples onto his breasts. Her curiosity drove her to taste his wonderful
elixir & like a ravenous child she began suckling from him finally drinking
her reward from his breasts wondering what trick of nature presented her
with this denizen of nature. He had certainly sated her & both lay sleepily
huddled up together in this secret place making both small & lover's talk
whilst the afternoon passed by.  When they finally left he arrived at the
camp site to a severe telling off from Jock & a cold evening meal & as a
punishment he was left to clean & scour the mess kits alone at the brook &
carry out the rest of the evening's chores alone.

Exhausted with the chores along with the exertions of the long day, Andrew
retired early into the double blanket with Elizabeth on his mind; he lay
there contemplating his thoughts drifting in & out of sleep when Trevor
shook him saying. "There's hot soup waiting for you," he sleepily exited
the blanket & slowly drank the hot thick liquid which warmed up his insides
perking him up momentarily & after finishing his soup he retired for the
night with his last thoughts thinking about catching more fish & he wasn't
even aware of Trevor entering the double blanket beside him later that
evening.

Almost a week had passed by at this idyllic woodland, Trevor became more
confident in the water & his swimming skills improved in leaps & bounds,
although teenagers, they frolicked around like younger boys giving each
other piggy backs & shoulder carries to fall off their partners into the
water as well as making friends with local boys from both Prenton &
Woodchurch villages & having sex with a few of them. For Andrew, this was
likened to his best ever summer holiday for he knew this would also be his
last one. During this time he caught several more fish for their meals &
had the most amazing sex with a few boys at the secret place.  The
following day would see the packet boats arriving from Glasgow full of
hopeful Scottish emigrants desperate to escape destitution & starvation
after being forced off their dwellings. Jock's plan was to sneak Andrew's
emigration box amongst the others when they're offloaded from the packet
boat, reclaimed & signed for by their passengers & issued their
documentation when they will spend the next few days at the emigration
depot before the ship sails.

It was the morning of the last day of July when they rose & Jock cooked
them a substantial breakfast as this was the day the packet boats arrived
from Glasgow. They watched their dejected looking passengers wearing well
worn & patched up clothes departing from the vessels & gathering on the
quay watching their emigration boxes being offloaded. This was the second
wave of packet boats as the first wave had brought 400 hopeful emigrants
who stayed in the emigration buildings which was the maximum number of
persons the buildings could accommodate & it was these persons who would be
boarding the ship whilst the second wave of emigrants would live in the
buildings until their turn came to board the ship which would be departing
with over 800 souls on board.  The last of the packet boats to arrive was
the Sea Eagle showing visible signs of her hard passage from Glasgow with a
broken mast with its sails in rags, each packet boat had departed Glasgow
with about 100 passengers & their only accommodation throughout their
journeys was on the open decks of their vessels owing to their lower decks
being crammed with cargo.  After leaving Glasgow, the Sea Eagle, a 300 ton
paddle steamer encountered heavy weather with thunderstorms & rough seas,
the lucky passengers were able to huddle against parts of the vessel which
gave some respite from the spray. For 14 year old Anthony Macdonald from
the highlands of Scotland, he huddled beside a ventilator at the ship's
bow. It was during the night 2 waves crashed into each other forming a
towering 60 foot wave some distance from the ship which rode the preceding
wave, the huge wave washed over the bows of the ship sweeping Anthony
overboard, his screams drowned out by the huge wave & unable to swim, he
sank beneath the waves without anyone ever noticing his disappearance

The Sea Eagle's passengers slowly departed the vessel looking bedraggled
distressed & demented. The vessel had moored a lot closer to Jock & both
lads & a brooding hush descended over the passengers as they gathered on
the quay waiting for their emigration box reclaim.  A mature sailor called
out their names from a large book, each person signed for his or her box,
collected a ticket & was directed to the emigration depot's luggage store
which had gone smoothly until the name MacDonald A was called & there was
no reply. The sailor called his name out again when a little girl's voice
piped up. "He's in the privy."  The sailor continued with the baggage box
reclaim until he called the name MacDonald A again, Trevor nudged Andrew
saying.  "If you want to get on that ship, you have to claim that box now!"
Andrew replied. "That's someone else's box, I could be in a lot of trouble
for that, the peelers would arrest me & haul me up before the magistrate."
"You listen to me, if you don't claim that box right now, it's back to the
cotton mill for you, this is your only chance & for God's sake take it
now!"  Andrew piped up. "Over here, sorry about that as I've been to the
privy," as he held his hand up then walked to the seaman & was about to
sign for the box when he said. "Make your mark boy."  Andrew hesitated then
marked an X against the name suddenly realizing had he signed his name, his
adventure would rapidly come to an end.  He took his ticket & moved the
emigration box to the luggage store on a trolley & now the emigration depot
would become his home for the next 4 days.  He gazed hard at the
Ticonderoga seeing the American flag flying in the breeze, a foreboding
looking large black 3 masted ship almost ghostly in appearance & somehow
all the seagulls gave this ship a wide berth as though she was cursed, a
ship to challenge the tyranny of distance & take him to the other side of
the world & his home for the next 3 months or straight to hell.

                                     The Emigration depot.

The first 400 group of hopeful emigrants now began boarding the Ticonderoga
where they'll spend the next 4 days before the ship sails whilst the second
group began occupying the emigration buildings where no time was wasted
inducting them into the rules & regulations of the depot.  The dining hall
consisted of a number of 14 seat tables & sectioned off into designated
areas with large sign boards stating. Scotch school, Irish school & English
school where each nationality was expected to take their places & each
table had an appointed mess captain from among their number who would
present their table number & collect their meals at mealtimes.  The
routines at the emigration depot were the same as those on board ship which
the passengers were being prepared for.  The main meal of the day usually
consisted of boiled meat & potatoes or fresh vegetables & broth for the
children, the Scots & Irish had the option of sugar, butter & salt for a
pint of oatmeal & molasses, there was no meal allowance for babies under a
year old who were expected to survive on their mother's milk.  Everyone was
expected to carry out the necessary chores of the depot washing & scouring
cooking & eating utensils. Single men swept the dining room benches &
floors & dry hollow stoned the tables after meals.  Everyone was expected
to roll up their blankets & mattresses, brush down their beds & sweep the
dormitory floors & breakfast would not be served until this was done.

When the bedtime bell rang for lights out at 10 pm, a whole heap of issues
suddenly reared its ugly head, families became segregated with no privacy
having to undress & sleep in the same room with large numbers of total
strangers sharing hard bunks, sheets & blankets. Andrew wouldn't have
minded sharing a bed with his friends but having to share with a total
stranger upset him to the point of complaining to his mess captain who's
only solution was to pair him up with a ginger headed 12 year old boy yet
little did people realize they were being prepared for life on board ship.

The wake up bell sounded at 7 am & neither Andrew or the youngster sharing
his bunk had a good night's sleep & were now faced with washing themselves
& chores before breakfast. Andrew thought that boarding a ship would be a
simple matter which was probably true for a fare paying passenger
ship. This was a different system entirely which no one at the cotton mill
could have foreseen, he would become the first, his name a beacon of hope
for those repressed, gold was the catalyst for buying his future, for
proudly carrying the family's flag & siring the next generation.  Mayday
hills sounded like paradise, he visualized a country town in the Australian
bush set amongst rolling hills with tall large eucalyptus trees where
cattle & sheep grazed, where there were beautiful swimming holes, gold was
so plentiful one would find it on the ground as easily as finding a lost
penny in the street. Then there's Bill, his lovingly written letter which
he wrote to in reply informing him to meet him off the ship & now weeks
ahead of him within the bowels of another vessel & deep in his own heart he
knew he would be at journey's end waiting to collect him, it was these
thoughts which gave Andrew the drive & will to succeed, to strike out, to
find gold & finally free his parents from their dismal existence of the
debtor's prison & to this end he finally set to writing his letter to
postmaster Jones instructing his parents to mail all letters to him
addressed to the postal clerk at Mayday hills general store, Victoria,
Australia. After breakfast he posted the letter.

The second day was inspection day when passengers luggage boxes are
inspected for sufficiency with any shortfalls either being made up from the
depot's stores or necessitating a shopping trip to Birkenhead.  Mrs. Smith
conducted the inspection at Andrew's mess table & whilst others at the
table had their boxes already opened, Andrew's box remained closed fearing
what this Pandora's Box may contain when his mess captain asked.  "Aren't
you going to open it laddie? You've no mother to help you now."  He
cautiously opened his box & laid out the clothing onto the table yet there
was a poignancy in opening it. They were the clothes of a dead boy, one who
died for his place on the ship, his became a high expectation to live up
to, he resolved to maintain his good character & to lead a productive life
& he was not about to let the boy's spirit down.  Mrs. Smith came to him
inspecting his clothes asking.
 "Master MacDonald, I trust you've had a good passage from Glasgow?"
Andrew hesitated & replied. "Yes Maam."  She checked through the contents
of the box saying.  "All there, I see everything's nice & clean, please
open your knapsack & your travel case," she inspected both their contents
putting aside his mess kit, blanket & tent pins saying. "Have these cleaned
then come & see me to check them before I let you on the ship & that's your
inspection cleared, after lunch you will be seeing Doctor Sanger for your
medical examination & I strongly advise you to wash from head to toe
otherwise he won't pass you fit to travel followed by your interview with
Captain Patey."

Andrew went to the wash room to scour his mess kit & tent pins then set to
washing his blanket seeing the amount of ground soil washing out. A 16 year
old Irish youth then assisted him wringing out the blanket which they
struggled with when Mrs. Smith said. "You boys come with me to the mangle."
Both lads burst out laughing when she kindly folded up the blanket & guided
them through several passes through the rollers squeezing out most of the
remaining water then hanging the blanket out to dry. Andrew asked.  Look, I
don't even know your name, Mine's Andrew McDonald from Hampstead in
London," they shook hands when the other youth said.  "Jack Duggan from
Belfast."

Andrew packed his mess kit & tent pins into the emigration box keeping his
blanket & tarpaulin rolled up as his bed roll on his knapsack & took his
box to the depot's luggage store after having his mess kit inspected then
went to the wash room to take a bath, he savoured his long soak & lay there
relaxed contemplating his good fortune until the bath water finally cooled
& when he finally got out he was faced with having to clean the bath.
After lunch came his medical examination where he stripped down to his
white silk calecons shortened drawers & it didn't take Doctor Sanger long
to determine he was examining a healthy youngster & passed him fit for
travel despite seeing him wearing what he classed as an erotic garment with
the exposed tip of his huge cock dangling below the leg hem. A final hurdle
awaited him in the form of his interview with Captain Patey & he was unsure
how this would pan out.  Andrew waited outside Captain Patey's office
waiting to be summoned & finally entered & sat down for his interview when
he asked his name answering "Andrew McDonald" & handing him both his birth
& baptismal certificates with his ticket from the Sea Eagle. He looked over
both sets of documents asking.  "It says here your name is Anthony & now I
find that your name is Andrew, we sometimes get these errors all the time,
now I must ask you a few questions."  "Are you of good character? This
means have you been in trouble with a police court?"  "No sir."  "Do you
owe any money to anyone as a debtor?"  "No sir."  "Do you have someone to
meet you off the ship?"  "Yes sir, its William Hodgkin's from Mayday hills
in Victoria who's a friend of the family sir," Captain Patey looked through
Andrew's documents, made some corrections & finally said. Master Andrew,
having regard to the information laid before me & your answering my
questions satisfactorily, I find that you are suitable for employment in
Victoria & clear you to depart, I trust you will have a good voyage, god
speed & will you please show the next one in."  Andrew had finally cleared
the final hurdle & now had his ticket to board the Ticonderoga; there was
one full day left now which was rest day which he decided to spend at Half
Firkin Hill with his companions.

A fishing trawler operating from the village of Hoose dragged up a body in
its nets & when the vessel finally docked, the constable was summoned & had
the body taken to the local mortuary, a search of his pockets revealed his
billfold with his emigration documents. The sea had given up Anthony
MacDonald's body & shortly afterwards the press ran the story.  The
following morning Detective Inspector Adrian Morse sat at his desk & began
rearranging it when he saw the news article & read it thoroughly, the case
of the missing boy from the cotton mill was at a dead end yet somehow the
drunk's report of a mysterious black barge with 2 funnels seemed to haunt
him & he even had a peeler check Ted's vessel Hand of Glory's operating log
which shows him departing Castlefield junction on the morning of the 18th
with Trevor Wood, his usual barge boy with a cargo of utensils bound for
the colonies.  It was a long shot which may solve his case which he was
sure money was behind which required a good escape line for success rather
like the mythical story of Ariadne's thread.  He was sure that if he found
the boy, this may confirm the likelihood of the black barge transporting
him, if he could find it? He asked his sergeant to telegraph Hoose to
expect him & have a Hansom cab waiting on his arrival.  Some hours had
passed when he finally looked the body over comparing it to his copy of
Andrew's portrait & knew immediately this wasn't him; he studied his
emigration documents & his boarding pass from the Sea Eagle when another
thought came into his head which was a long shot.  The vessel was seen
heading towards Stretford Junction on the Bridgewater canal; if it turned
left it was a clear run to the Mersey ports proving a likelihood of the boy
boarding a ship. It was but a few miles to Birkenhead where he could only
ask, owing to the lateness of the hour, he would set out in the morning.

The third day was a free day when Andrew set off for Half Firkin Hill after
completing his chores taking with him his fishing kit, towel & his rolled
up sailor's cape.  He arrived at their encampment to a welcome greeting
from Jock & Trevor to spend the day there & return just before lights out.
Jock put his mess tin on the fire to boil water for tea & having drunk his
tea Andrew set off for the brook to catch more fish & eat some more of
those juicy blackberries.  He cast his line with the floating lure letting
it drift with the current & slowly paying out the line when after several
casts there was a splash as a fish rose taking the lure & he struck his
hand setting the hook.  A battle of youth versus fish ensued & he knew
instantly a large fish had taken the lure putting up a tremendous fight for
its life, after 2 days of mediocre meals at the depot, thoughts of a far
better meal in these idyllic woods came to his mind shared with his
companions as he called out for assistance.  Both Jock & Trevor quickly
arrived to see Andrew struggling with the huge fish & when it jumped they
looked aghast at its size guessing it at around 2 feet which would be his
biggest fish to date.  The battle seemed to play out for a long time &
finally the fish became exhausted, Jock helped Andrew land the fish &
quickly ended its life saying.  "We've done the right thing as that fish
would have been eating the smaller fish just to stay alive, a younger
smaller fish can take its place ensuring the continuity of the trout in the
brook, I'll make you a meal to remember & this time I'll smoke this one &
give you boys a real treat."

Jock constructed a framework with a small fire underneath with oak wood
then cut & split the fish lying it on top covering it with leaves, he
tended the fire producing smoke & periodically turned the fish until he
became satisfied & then cooked the fish in his mess kit with butter whilst
the main camp fire was cooking potatoes in their jackets when lastly Andrew
scoured the mess kit at the brook to boil water for the peas.  It was a
good attempt at smoking a trout which pleased Jock as he felt this fish
deserved his skill & preparation to produce a meal for Andrew to remember
on his last full day in England.  With only the one insert dish & 2
enameled plates between them Jock finally served their meals which he
hadn't done badly at cooking as both lads enjoyed theirs with the flavour
of the trout nicely done.  As they sat around the camp fire, Andrew
recounted his story but more importantly this was about his quest, not
about the greed which gold would bring although it would buy the necessary
bankers cheques to finally free them from their prison. His was about doing
right by his parents, the ills of the world had placed his mother & father
in the debtor's prison, those who he owed the very money he strived so hard
to earn had ruthlessly brought about his downfall, others within the
community were more patient & his father would doubtless one day honour his
debts to them. It was these very purveyors who were ensuring his mum & dad
were amply fed, watered & clothed which if the fat cats, particularly his
bankers were to find out about, they would quickly put a stop to it
immediately & it would be these very fat cats who would finally become the
beneficiaries from the insurance payout from the Antares & not his parents.
Beyond this day lay 3 months on board the Ticonderoga, time which may be
shortened by good weather & skilful navigation from her captain & crew yet
just across the Mersey another ship, already over 10 years old & operated
by Gibbs & Bright was about to leave for Melbourne & her departure wouldn't
be heralded by the firing of departure guns. At 322 feet long with a 50
foot & 6 inch beam, she was built of iron & powered by steam yet she bore 5
masts for sails & announced her departure with a lengthy blast from her
ship's whistle. She was the SS Great Britain & she was the future in ocean
going passenger transport which in just a few decades would see the ending
of the great days of sail.

This was also Andrew's last swim in England as both lads left the camp site
to swim at the confluence of Prenton brook & the River Fender where the
brook joins. Nature has provided the local community with a popular
swimming hole & Trevor will always remember this idyllic watercourse where
he learned to swim, a gift not passed to him by his parents but one a year
younger who he will remember for the rest of his days, a gift so precious &
a necessary skill of life itself, of youthful artistic naked forms enjoying
the freedom of the water being consigned to history within a generation
with future generations being told to wear bathing suits by the lawmakers.
Theirs was for this moment in time with another English summer due to end
within a number of weeks and there was also the bonding with their
expressions of love & sex or were those precious moments really the sins of
the flesh as the clergy would have them believe when the human race has
lived for thousands of years & it pleased Andrew to see Trevor swimming so
well as though he was swimming all of his life & not just for a few recent
days.  They finally exited for their last bonding gathering up their
clothes & walking naked to the secret place amongst the copse placed there
by Mother Nature herself for the local community from where lives were
started & brought into the world, perhaps some farm workers which are
observed from a distance started their lives here & as a final salute
Trevor would be taking Andrew's cherry.  With Andrew's huge cock leaking
his love liquids, Trevor coated his rock hard cock with it & smeared some
into Andrew's hole, his breasts were once again filling up with their sweet
life nourishing elixir which may yet save a baby's life, perhaps a higher
entity wanted this & chose him to be the bearer of such a precious gift, a
gift to save the life of someone whose presence would contribute greatly to
the world.  Although Trevor's first time pounding his cock into a rear
hole, he performed with a pleasing motion which Andrew approved of showing
the signs of a truly great lover to come, his sensations coursed through
his entire body with a satisfying feeling as his life nourishing elixir
started dripping from his nipples onto the ground. This day his breasts
looked even larger & his rear hole tingled with orgasmic sensations, his
balls began tingling as they churned up another huge load of spunk when
Trevor massaged his leaking nipples triggering huge hose like blasts of
spunk from his cock which still remained hard whilst Trevor's cock filled
up his rear hole before finally pulling out.  His leaking breasts
tantalized him into drinking more of his sweet life nourishing elixir & he
drank his fill from both breasts feeling both sated & sleepy where they
both lay on their towels speaking both lover's & small talk yet the
finality of these passing moments finally dawned on Trevor when he burst
out crying.

All Andrew could do was to comfort him & wipe his eyes as their love for
each other was about to be torn apart by both distance & time itself yet
unbeknown to them Jock was about to reveal to them a life changing secret.
They dressed & walked back for their evening meal plus Jock had diligently
prepared a gift for Andrew to take on board the Ticonderoga, firstly he
served up their main meals of more smoked trout having caught some whilst
they were away swimming them smoked & cooked them with jacket potatoes,
peas & diced carrots seasoned with a butter sauce but the best was yet to
come when he presented Andrew with a jar of smoked trout pate.  It was
after their meal that Jock finally revealed his secret in the form of a
certified letter from the advocate at Mayday Hills, it had already been
opened & he read out the letter on headed notepaper which read.

Dear Mr. John Rushington, You are the named sole beneficiary of the
property consisting of a weatherboard house set on 5 acres of land the
property of the late Barnaby Rushington, enclosed is a banker's cheque for
the remaining balance of his account & I trust you will be contacting my
office in order to finalize the hand over. Signed Terence O'Brien.

Jock passed the cheque for 10 thousand pounds around which totally
astonished both lads & had everyone dancing for joy then Jock said.  "I
have a number of affairs I need to complete including those of your
parents, having done that I will see to it that both Trevor & I together
with your parents will be sailing on the SS Great Britain, meanwhile I have
here the letter you must take to Mr. O'Brien the advocate as soon as you
arrive," as he passed Andrew a stout wax sealed letter when Andrew said
with an expression of surprise. "Oh my god, you've got a house," The day
had gone well for Andrew with the best news that their lover's parting
would be only temporary & Jock escorted him to the edge of the woods in the
failing light to walk the 3 miles back to Birkenhead for his last night at
the emigration depot.  As Andrew approached the buildings, he gazed
intently at the sight of the large black ship moored alongside looking
foreboding like a ghost ship in the darkness then entered the building
seeing his mess captain sat at the table who asked. "Master Andrew, how was
your day?"  "It went very well thank you, I've been visiting friends."  "I
take it you've said your farewells."  "They'll do that tomorrow as they
want to watch the ship's departure."  Feeling hungry despite eating two
substantial meals hours earlier he crept into the cookhouse searched for &
found a partially cut loaf of bread, cut & buttered a slice & spread his
smoked trout pate before eating his morsel savouring its exotic taste which
was Jock's creation & his thoughts uttered a prayer thanking the fish for
giving up its life to provide sustenance, drank some water & bedded down
next to the ginger haired 12 year old who stirred & now his silk contained
cock pressed against the boy's bottom & became rock hard.

It was during the night his parents came to him in a dream with an exotic
garden setting where he could smell the scents of orchids & flowers,
peacock calls punctuated the atmosphere with birdsong all around &
butterflies seemed to dance as they flew with a sunbeam shining on him,
this dream exuded the love of his parents with his father holding the
letter he sent him saying.  "My son, you are a child of the universe & no
less than the trees & the stars, you have every right to be here."  You are
bound on a great adventure which as parents makes us truly proud of you, we
thank you for what you're doing & are about to achieve so take good care
now & have a safe voyage my son." He kissed both his parents & sensations
of love coursed through him when the dream gently faded when he suddenly
woke up feeling the moisture on his cheeks & smelled the fleeting scents of
his parents when he fell asleep in the euphoria of love.

Morning came & already men were talking in their bunks, some were already
in the washroom then the wake up bell sounded at 7 am, Andrew got out of
bed & shook the boy awake who rolled onto his back, stretched & yawned with
his 5 inch cock fully hard in probably his first series of morning woods &
yet he never asked the boy for his name.  After washing & using the toilet
(Heads on a ship) he dressed, completed his chores & ate breakfast on his
last morning in England as this was embarkation day. Then came the
passenger issues consisting of a bolster blanket & bedspread, a mess kit of
cooking utensils, cutlery, metal plate & drinking mug, Andrew's bunk was
situated on the lower deck in the bows of the ship which is the single
men's quarters with one chamber pot to share with the ginger headed 12 year
old.

Passengers were already boarding the ship in orderly fashion & there to see
Andrew on his departure was Trevor & Jock, they exchanged kisses, hugs &
hand shakes when Jock said. "I went into town & bought you this then I
asked the same priest at St Mary's church to bless it for you & he sends
you his best wishes for a safe voyage." Jock presented him with a solid
silver St Christopher medal the size of a penny on a chain; he unclasped
the chain & placed it around his neck finally fastening the clasp when
everyone heard a fog horn like long blast from a steam whistle from the
other side of the Mersey & several minutes later they watched the SS Great
Britain steaming out towards the Mersey estuary bound for Melbourne,
everyone commented as to her beauty & grace, her stern windows ornately
decorated with gold leaf & she was such a sight to behold.  Just as Andrew
reached the gangplank, Trevor suddenly burst out crying bawling out. "Must
you go? It's not fair," Andrew hugged him & said whilst pointing at the
departing SS Great Britain.  "Look at that huge ship steaming away, go on,
look at her because she's the ship you'll be traveling on first class with
both Jock & my parents & I promise to meet you when she arrives."  This
comforted Trevor especially seeing such a beautiful ship steaming past &
knowing he will be counting down the days when he will be proudly standing
on the main deck or sharing a first class cabin with Jock.

Mr. Sutherland the Assistant Emigration officer was conducting his final
inspection of the ship when Andrew gazed in horror at the black box
carriage with a barred rear door draw up outside the emigration office
driven by a peeler. Out from the carriage stepped Adrian Morse who entered
the emigration office with the constable to be greeted by Captain Patey
asking.  "Good morning gentlemen, how may I assist you?"  "I am Detective
inspector Morse & this is Constable Fullbrick, I am here to check on your
passenger list of the vessel Ticonderoga in respect of a boy named
McDonald, A, is that boy on the ship?" He checked the passenger list &
said. "Yes, there is a boy of that name on the ship, there seems to be some
confusion as to his Christian name, the list told me his name was Anthony &
when I interviewed him, I learned his true name is Andrew."  Adrian took
out Anthony's emigration documents laying them on the table in front of him
saying.  "These are Anthony MacDonald's documents which were found on the
body of a boy of 14 which was recovered by a fishing vessel, Captain Patey,
I put it to you that the boy on the ship is an imposter, his real name is
Andrew McDonald who has escaped from a cotton mill & there's a reward out
for his capture."  "This is absurd, this boy reclaimed & signed for his
luggage, I personally interviewed him, he is of good character & suitable
for employment in Victoria, furthermore he has someone waiting there to
collect him, come with me, there's no time to lose gentlemen."

The tugs were attaching their lines to the vessel & the Assistant
Emigration officer was about to leave the ship when Captain Patey's voice
boomed out.  "Halt the departure, I have information laid before me that
there is a stowaway on board the ship, you have to inform the captain."
"Very well, there isn't much time otherwise the ship will miss the tide."
Captain Patey boarded the vessel with the 2 gentlemen & was escorted to
Captain Thomas Boyle & informed of the stowaway, he cursed under his breath
asking. "Have the boy brought before me."  Andrew in his panic to hide
dropped his belongings, ran & crashed headlong into the third mate who
grabbed him & frog marched him before the captain saying. "This boy ran
into me sir," when Adrian bellowed out. "That's him!" as a crew man came up
to them carrying the boy's belongings.  Adrian said as he produced Andrew's
portrait. "This boy is an imposter who's escaped from a cotton mill &
there's a reward out for him."  The captain asked. "Is this true?"  "Yes it
is sir, please let me stay, I beg of you," & he started crying.  The
captain asked. "Is the boy of good character?" Captain Patey replied.  "He
is indeed sir, I have personally interviewed him & can confirm he is
suitable for employment in Victoria & he has someone there waiting to
collect him, Doctor Sanger has examined the boy & he is fit to travel, he
has sufficiency of possessions for the journey which is contained in his
luggage in the hold & the seaman is holding the items issued to him this
morning."  Captain Boyle spoke with a kind voice to Andrew asking him.
"Will you please tell me your name?"  Andrew sobbed out. "It's Andrew
McDonald sir."  "Now master Andrew, do you have someone waiting to meet &
collect you when the ship finally arrives?" Andrew sobbed out. "Yes sir."

A voice called out. "The tides on the ebb sir, we have to leave right now!"
The captain gazed at Andrew; them pointed to the United States flag & said
"Sirs, you are both standing on the main deck of a sovereign United States
ship, Mr. Patey, kindly escort these gentlemen off the ship now please, we
have to get under way."  "I see," said Adrian & they finally left the ship
Adrian's gaze fell on Jock & Trevor as he scowled angrily at them in the
knowledge they had escaped justice with his imminent ignominious return to
Manchester. The gangplank was withdrawn & the captain gave the order.  "Let
go forward, let go aft & signal the tugs."  The Ticonderoga slowly left the
dock pulled by the 2 tugs to an applause from the bystanders as Andrew
watched from the main deck calling out his farewells, their tasks
accomplished to see him safely on board ship hearing the voices of the crew
singing. `Bound for the Rio Grande,' a song he was fond of which he learned
at school. The ship turned round in the Mersey & was released from the
tugs; she hoisted part sails as her passengers looked on at the diminishing
buildings which were their home during those few days.  Bystanders &
passengers were waving, blowing kisses & calling out their farewells to a
rapturous applause from the banks of the Mersey & in reply, Thunderous loud
booms echoed across the Mersey with huge clouds of sulphurous smoke as the
Ticonderoga fired her departure guns in salute.  It was a final farewell, a
farewell forever & ahead lay a 3 month voyage into the unknown.

To be continued.