Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2018 11:15:15 +0000
From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com
Subject: The Jupiter chapter 7

			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.


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				SEVEN
		  The Honourable John Edward de Braose


	The Lydia was two days out from Barbuda when she spied Jupiter's
sails, The captain of the Lydia continued serenely along foolishly enough,
relying on the peace of Utrecht for protection.  Flying no flag but
eventually the Captain could see that she was a warship and appeared
British in her cut and rigging and he took faith in that.  Just before it
was too late though, the Captain had second thoughts (confirmed when the
Jupiter did not answer the private recognition signal) and sought to jibe
to get the wind gauge and perhaps make her way.

	James de Braose, Baron Bramber, the incoming Governor, came on deck
and demanded to know why the Lydia was turning away from a British man of
war.  The Captain explained his thinking.

	"Pirates, you say?" Lord de Braose said. He looked across the deck
and his son, the eventual heir to his grandfather's earldom, was coming up
from the hatch.  "Johnny, good.  Just in time.  There are pirates about.
I'll be damned"

	John de Braose was lanky and ill-proportioned, a youth having just
caught his growth, but handsome nonetheless with piercing green eyes.  He
rushed to the rail and looked across at the Jupiter, a half a league away,
tacking toward the Lydia.  He turned and looked at his father with a
concerned look.

	"Why are we turning away?" Lord de Braose demanded.

	The Captain patiently explained that Jupiter greatly outclassed her
and outgunned her and the only sensible course was to run.  Lord de Braose
was having none of it.

	"I cannot believe that a commander in the Royal Navy would turn
tail and meekly run when he has the means to defend himself.  It is
shameful"

	"We are only an armed transport, milord, and she is a sloop of war"

	"Armed is the operative word, Captain"

	"10 swivels and four four pounders.  She has nine pounders." the
Captain said in protest.

	De Broase was very close to the Captain, practically chest to
chest.  "Think of the humiliation of a King's ship refusing combat with a
pirate"

	The Captain sighed.  Better to die fighting than to be shot for
cowardice.  He ordered that the drummer beat to quarters and the younger de
Braose was sent to the orlop while the elder remained on deck to ensure the
Captain didn't lose his nerve.

	The Lydia never stood a chance. The 9 pounders slammed into her
fragile frames and the solitary 4 pound ball didn't do much damage to the
sturdier Jupiter.  Below decks, the splinters caused from the round shot
slamming into the wood were flying everwhere, turning the below decks into
a charnel house.  The younger de Braose was forced out of the orlop deck by
the growing numbers of seriously wounded - logs of wood sticking out of one
man's eye, arms partially amputated and legs taken clean off, guts spilling
onto the deck. The surgeon, inexperienced and ill trained, did what he
could but never expected to have to be the surgeon on a fighting ship and
was more butcher than healer.  John, unsure what to do next, made his way
on deck to find his father, just coming onto deck as the pirates swept on
board fore and aft.  A tall pirate, muscular and strong, his hair tied back
and his shirtless in the tropical heat, his skin glistening and
highlighting his muscles, kicked the lifeless bodies of the Captain and
Lord Bramber, John's father.

	"You should have surrendered, you damned poltroon" Irwin said

	JOhn, seeing his father dead, his head very nearly severed from his
body, gave way to resignation and went to an otherworldly place, in this
world and responsive but oblivious to it.  He came to in a hammock in a
cabin on a ship, not a large one but similar to the cramped berth he had
shared with his father.  It seemed that he had awakened from a dream, a
dream about a pirate attack and his father dying.  Then he realized that he
did not know where he was and then the sinking realization that it had not
been a dream at all.  A boy, in the corner, stirred as John raised his head
to look around.  The boy was young, truly just a boy, compact and slender,
blond headed and he scurried from the room - cabin, John thought - in a
dead run.

	Moments later, a man appeared.  The same one on the deck from
before. Taller than John but not tall by the standards of the aristocracy
but broad shouldered and muscled as he entered shirtless.  He was handsome,
sensual but with a hard look.

	"Well, good. You're awake. Who are you, if I may ask"

	"Who are you and what ship is this?" John demanded

	Irwin nodded his head. "It is my ship and I am the captain. I see
you have gentle manners. Now, how should I address your lordship"

	John put his head down.  He hadn't liked his father, believing him
cold and distant and whatever admiration he had as a small child had ebbed
away on closer association.  But he knew he ought to mourn his father. "I
guess I am Lord Bramber, John de Braose.  My grandfather is the Earl
Grosmont"

	"An earl?  Well.  I suppose there is money to be made from you
after all.  We'll just have to figure out how to do it"

	"And who are you?" John asked again, his tone less supercilious.

	"And I am Alexander Irwin, captain of the Jupiter"

	"I am your prisoner, sir" John said.

	"And this is my cabin" Irwin said. "We'll find you someplace else
to berth."

	Someplace else was the wardroom.  There was little distinction
between officers and men on a pirate ship.  Those that plot a course and
steer it -- Irwin, campbell, Cadogen and Paddy -- and those with unique
skills were the elite and got a slight bit of preference but the discipline
was free and easy.  Use of the wardroom was not exclusive to that elite.
All came and went.  John had no privacy but Irwin hadn't wanted him
belowdecks for fear the boy would be raped.  He wanted him whole and
unviolated because eventually he would figure out a means to convert the
boy into gold.

	The first friend de Braose made was young Malcolm, who had a bit of
hero worship for the older boy.  John was concerned for little Malcolm,
figuring out what happened in the cabin right off, fearing for the boy's
safety.  He tried to ask him as Malcolm was skylarking during a period when
the captain was engaged.  Malcolm just said that he and Irwin had fun.

	John quickly developed his own hero worship, for Gabriel, the
ship's boy and chief powder monkey and aspiring seaman.  A deeply tanned
and wiry with muscles that now strained with movement, Gabriel would be
hopelessly out of place in Belgravia but was in his element in the shrouds
and netting of a ship.  John admired his natural ease and grace and Gabriel
took every opportunity to lord it over the little lord.  They were siting
on the main course crosstree when John asked if everyone on board buggered
the other.

	"It's long time before we put to port and you can dip it in a cunt"
Gabriel said, looking down on the deck. "Men have needs"

	"Do you?" John asked. "The vice of the Greeks"

	"The what? The vice of the who?"

	'The Greeks." JOhn answered.  He sighed. "Do you bugger the littler
boys?  Do you get buggered?"

	Gabriel looked at him with pursed lips and a hard stare.  "It's not
like that"

	"The Captain diddles Malcolm"

	"Cap'n fucks who he wants. It's not your affair"

	"Would you show me?" John asked.  "I have needs too, just as you"

	Gasbriel took him to the chain locker, a bit of privacy in a world
where there was no privacy.  Once there, dark and dank, Gabriel reached out
and pulled the young nobleman's trousers down roughly.  Gabriel grabbed
John's hand and took it his own crotch.  John was silent, breathing hard.
But he didn't move his hand.

	"You like that?" Gabriel said

	John hesitated.  Then he whispered, "Yes"

	"Me too" Gabriel said, sotto voce for effect.  "You ever done that
before"

	"No" John said

	Gabriel leaned over and put his mouth over John's, ramming his
tongue into his mouth.  JOhn opened up, recognizing it as a kiss.  He felt
Gabriel harden in his hand and that made him harden too.  He put the other
hand on Gabriel's hard and lean and brown torso.  Then Gabriel reached out
and pulled on John's privy member and shudders of pure pleasure, far more
intense than the furtive sessions to commit the sin of Onan had prepared
him for.

	"Ooohh" John exhaled.

	"Yes, that's the point.  Buggery is good if your the buggering
sort"

	John didn't respond.  Gabriel sank to his knees and took the boy's
pride in his mouth with practicised ease.  He had tended to more than one
of the seaman's needs, always happily and would this boy's but he knew he
would have a hair trigger.  Polish it enough for him to feel it but not
enough to fire off.  There was more tacking and jibing to be done, Gabriel
figured.  In it went and John shuddered, his whole body convulsed with
sheer pleasure.  He slid back down along the shaft and John gasped, having
trouble finding his breath.

	Gabriel came off.  "Now you"

	John really didn't know what to do.  Until Gabriel had done that to
him, he had no conception that such a thing was done.  In fact, while he
understood the mechanics of the sex at least between men and women, more or
less, he had trouble conceiving of how it worked for males only or females
only even though he knew such pairings existed.  He sank to his knees and
had no better idea than to just put his johnson in the mouth and lick.  So
he did.

	'Watch your teeth" Gabriel growled.

	John tried and failed.

	"You don't know fucking nothing do you?"

	"No" John admitted.

	"I'll show you" Gabriel said

	Pushed up against the coiled heavy rope of the anchor chain, John
spread his legs, his cock sticking out and up some, his balls hanging down.
Gabriel got between his legs and took a testicle in his mouth, sucking on
it. John gasped at that too. It felt good. Not as good as before but this
was another amazing discovery.  He had no idea.  And he liked the feel of
Gabriel's rough hand on his cock, massaging his jewels. He liked the musky
smell of him as they were cramped in the tight space in the dank heat.  He
wanted to touch his hard, lean body.  THen, once more, his mouth went onto
to his cock.

	"Oh, bloody hell" John exclaimed. "Oh bloody hell. Don't stop"

	The intensity of it was more than he imagined. More than he could
endure really. Each movement of the tongue, each flick of it on the
sensitive head sent shivers down his spine, making an explosion of sheer
ecstasy.  And Gabriel worked his tongue around the shaft as he pulled off,
his hand at the root tugging on it as he came off.

	"Bloody hell" John said

	But it needed more.  A verbal explosion because his body physically
needed to explode as Gabriel ministered down there.  Soon it was too much,
too intense, excess sensation.  His breathing ragged, about to pass out as
the pressure built and built until like Vesuvius of old, the eruption
occurred.  His whole body shook, subsumed in pleasure.  He was panting
trying to catch his breath as the waves of orgasm flooded over him.

	"Oh my God" John cried out, realizing that he had spilt his seed in
Gabriel's mouth.  "Oh bugger, I lost control.  I am so sorry. I apologize
to you from the depths of my sorrow"

	"Why?"

	"I ,,," he couldn't find the words to say out loud.

	Gabriel laughed.  "Your's is sweeter than most.  Almost like honey.
Mine'll taste like rum"

	John relaxed.  "You aren't angry"

	"You gotta lot to learn about men"

	"I want to learn right now.  I want to make you feel as good as I
felt."

	His own cock was no mystery to him, of course, but another boy's
has. But then John decided what he fancied, Gabriel would too.  Careful of
the teeth, he took the head of it, a hard shaft with a mushroom head, into
his lips and used his tongue on that cherry red part, swirling it under the
foreskin. He stroked the shaft as he sucked on it.  Gabriel stroked his
hair and moaned as John ministered to his manhood.  He sucked it and
stroked on it, loved it with his mouth.

	Gabriel panted a bit, his muscles tense.  It felt good to him and
he been stroking himself as he had sucked the noble boy and he was ready to
blow. John licked at it and the sensation of it was too much.  Gabriel
stifled a groan and John felt it twitch in his mouth. Then his mouth filled
with thick warm fluid, a little salty. He swallowed it anyway.

	"You know how men and women make babies?  Teach me how men do that
with men?" John said.

	Gabriel smiled.