Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2018 11:44:56 +0000 From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com Subject: the jupiter chapter 2 MEN AND BOYS OF THE JUPITER By Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin DISCLAIMER: This work is fiction. No actual pirates were harmed. The story involves consensual sex between men, between men and boys, and between boys. If this offends you, please do not read the story. If not, enjoy. AUTHOR'S NOTE: this story is set at the very end of Queen Anne's War (also known as the War of Spainish SUccession in Europe), which lasted from 1702 to 1714. The period after the war up until the early 1720's were the Golden Age of Piracy. Complaints, compliments and comments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com Please consider donating to Nifty. I have and you should too. It takes money to run the archive and these stories would have trouble finding another home. CHAPTER TWO JOHN CADOGEN, MASTER MARINER Irwin found him in a shanty, tumbledown tavern on the waterfront in Kingston. Cadogan looked the worse for wear and drink but he wasn't as old as the leathery, salt burned face and white hair and scraggly beard suggested. He was wiry and lean, tough as nails, but he had been disrated and thrown on the beach by an ungrateful navy. He had taken advantage of the wrong boy: a midshipman who was the younger son of an earl. But he knew every inch of water between Port of Spain and Philadelphia. "You were my mate once. Now you're to be my captain?" Cadogan slurred, deep into the rum. "Every man has an equal vote in the affairs of the moment" Irwin replied. "I know you Irwin. Every man may have an equal vote but yours will be the one that matters and damn you to hell if you disagree. It's the way I would run such an enterprise." "And I'll be needing boys. About a half dozen of the likely type." Irwin said, eyeing the skinny, short haired boy that slopped on the rum in the tavern. He was half a head taller than a women with large hands and feet, proving on the cusp of a growth spurt. Cadogen had called him Gabriel. "Boys are no problem. The Spanish Main is overrun with boys." Cadogan growled. "I'll pick me own mate and I'll take a share and a half. Are you sure of your crew?" "I am. There's not a man leaving anyone behind. There's not a one that'll feel a tug backwards to civilization once they enter the roving life." Irwin answered. "By God, Alexander, that isn't the issue." Cadogan snapped back. "Do you trust them enough to not cut your throat as you sleep?" "I trust every man so far as his interests allow. Make them rich enough and they'll be loyal enough in return. But if the enterprise goes badly, I'll be the first to die." "Reasonable enough, I reckon" Cadogan agreed. "The deal is done then. There's no prospects for me in Kingston anyway." Abroad the Jupiter, Campbell had a crew warping in the last of the stores and cordage when Irwin returned. Drawn on the credit of the Ulster businessmen, they had been careful to bring aboard a double and even treble portion of rum. Irwin told Campbell that Cadogan had agreed to be the sailing master and both agreed it to be a good omen. It seemed that the three could work together, which was crucial since the crew had elected Campbell quartermaster, endowing him with powers nearly equal to Irwin's own. Unlike all other captains afloat, the captain of a pirate ship was not master of all. Only in battle did he have absolute sway. Otherwise, he could only lead as far as the men wanted to go. Cadogan hired a long boat, bringing out a half dozen boys and one sturdy looking young man with blazing red hair and scraggle of red facial hair. Arriving, Cadogan introduced the red hair as Paddy and declared him to be his son and mate. Irwin doubted the truth of it but decided not to challenge the man on so minor a point, particularly given his irascibility. If he wanted to be known as an incestuous father buggering his own son, so be it. Irwin doubted anyone else would challenge it. Besides, his attention was wholly taken up with the boys. Not a one of them had fully caught their growth yet and all had the special beauty of ripening boyhood. The crew approved too. They greeted the boys with whistles and catcalls. There was considerable nudging as they positioned themselves to be first to break the boys in. "There they be" Cadogan declared. "Orphans all, mostly of careless whores. They'll not be missed." Irwin took them to the stern cabin and told the boys to strip off. The tallest one was Gabriel, the boy from the tavern, who had a hard look about him, close cropped hair and devilish eyes. He stripped down completely first, standing there with his hands on his hips. Proudly, he displayed the ringlet of hair around the base of his penis. A smaller, younger boy with blond curls stood next to him, head down sheepishly. He had his hands cupped in front of him. Then Gabriel pushed him, "You gotta show your peanut, stupid." Irwin knew which boy he wanted: the smaller, shyer one. He would get an education in life either way but Irwin knew his way would be gentler than most. Campbell choose a brown skinned boy who looked half Spanish. That one had the balls of impending manhood but was as yet hairless. The three specialists - the carpenter Fisher, the sailmaker Lebrogue and the gunner Bradford – were to share a boy between them. After much discussion and inspection, they choose an ordinary looking brown haired boy. The remaining three were sent belowdecks, including Gabriel. Irwin was sure that he could look out for himself.There would be more to join them eventually, the pickings of ships taken and besides quite a few of the crew had all ready formed bonds of matelage. Everything stored, Irwin weighed anchor, set the headsails and stood out to sea. The ocean spray and the absence of the fetid odor of shore braced him. It was good to be on blue water again, a sailor's true home. Working the ship away from the lee shore took some time but eventually he was able to set the night watch and go below. The blond haired boy was waiting in the cabin for him, sitting on the bed built under the stern gallery. He had remained naked. "What's your name, boy?" "Malcolm, sir" "How old?" "Eleven in 2 months, sir" Irwin considered it. He was, perhaps, a little young for him. A boy, after all, is best as he first begins to ripen. Still he was slender, blond and hairless which ought to count for something. "You're to be my cabin boy. That means you fetch my meals from the galley and do whatever other errands I wish. During battle, you'll be a powder monkey with the other boys. You will sleep in my hammock with me unless I decide otherwise in which case you'll rig a hammock over there. " The boy nodded and fell back on the bench beneath the galley windows. Although young, he had no illusions. He began to lightly tap his small flaccid penis and urged it to wake up. Then he began to stroke it hard. As he stiffened to his full 3 inches, Malcolm began to buck his hips in a child play version of faux fucking. He laughed as he did it. Then he rolled toward Irwin and grabbed his junior testicles, pulling the balls apart. "Hello, how are you doing?" he said to his penis. Then he laughed heartily. Irwin got between his legs and Malcolm spread them wide. As Irwin got there, the boy let go of his privates and put his hands behind his head. Irwin took his boyhood in his mouth, rubbing the stiffness between his lips and tongue. The boy was passive and didn't complain. With a free hand, Irwin stroked his thin chest and baby fat belly. The boy's dick twitched in his mouth. It was small enough that he could get dick and balls in together if he opened wide enough. Irwin stood up and peeled off his clothes. His own member was hard and thick. Malcolm's eyes widened at the sight of it but he quickly began to make a series of funny faces will chanting "yum, yum". Irwin knelt back and turned the boy onto his side, rubbing his ass cheeks roughly. "Oh, you like that, huh?" Malcolm asked innocently. Then he giggled and cried out in mock pain as Irwin lightly bit and kissed his ass cheek. But then he squirmed a little as Irwin turned his attention back to his penis. It took a little while and the boy almost seemed bored for a time as Irwin milked his tool with this mouth. Then he gasped and sucked in a big lungful of air. Then he began to moan and turn his head slowly from side to side. Putting a hand to his face, Malcolm began to pant and his breathing grew ragged. Moaning, he squirmed beneath Irwin's face even as he dick twitched in his mouth in a dry, little boy orgasm. Irwin let up and the boy began to giggle and sigh. But he remained hard as a rock. "Now you" Malcolm urged. Irwin turned him on his back and slathered some lard between his thighs. He figured he would leave his ass virgin for a long while yet. Forcefully, he slid his penis between the boy's greased thighs until he could feel the familiar building tension. Sliding it home, he exploded ropes of semen onto the boy's hairless crotch. Panting, Irwin fell off of him. "I like that" Malcolm grinned. It was later, young Gabriel sauntered up, nearly naked and dressed only in slop pants, slapped on the ass by several of the men as he passed up the hatchway. He was bound for some duty or another. Irwin would need to find him a station -- he would be presumed senior of the powder monkeys during battle as he was the tallest and strongest. Whether he was the bravest or not remained to be seen. "How is your berth?" Irwin asked from the small aft quarterdeck. The boy grinned. "Me arse is sore. But I'll get along with me new mates." The seaman around him laughed and slapped him on the back. Irwin was glad to see the crew happy and satisfied.