Date: Sat, 4 Mar 2000 18:02:54 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Golden Cockerel Part 2 Golden Cockerel Part Two By Bald Hairy Man e mail bldhrymn@aol.com or at Bldhrymn@excite.com If you have any comments, please send them to me at bldhrymn@aol.com This is a fantasy, for men, not kids, not for anyone who got to this site by accident, not expecting to find gay stories. No effort at realistic or safe sexual practices has been made. When I woke, John and Raleigh were up. They were all business and we spent the morning devoting the day to planning the details of the enterprise. Raleigh was more helpful than I had expected, in spite of his history of impracticability, he had a grasp of the elements needed for a successful expedition. John wasn't particularly knowledgeable about the sea or ships, but he accepted my opinions and only rarely asked for explanation. Raleigh wanted to get some exercise at mid day, so we went out side to walk in the park. I rejected the proposal for a horse ride. The day was astoundingly warm for the time of year. The house was damp and cold except where the fires had been going. It was a summer day outside, hot in the direct sunlight. We went out and immediately sent our cloaks back with a servant. The extensive park was empty of other people. I mentioned this to John and he explained that Walsingham had found the tenants' cottages and from areas away from the house so that he would have a clear area surrounding his residence. Assassins could be more easily be seen if the in this area. As spy master to the Queen he was always in danger. We were in our shirts after an hour walk. The sun was hot and the day became more summer like. We found a stream and a pond and Raleigh stripped and jumped in. "It's warm!"He cried from the water. We joined him. The water was comfortable and it was a shock to be swimming two or three months before one would normally expect. After four months of wearing heavy clothes the sense of freedom was wonderful. John could swim, relieving me on one worry. After an hour of swimming we lay on the grassy bank in the sun. I realized that Raleigh would always be a gentleman and a dandy. He was every inch a man, a good seven inches of man, but on the ship he could never pass for anything other than what he was, an aristocratic adventurer from the court. John was a few more inches of man, but could easily pass for being a miller, farmer or a blacksmith. Stripped of his black clerical robes and puritan dress, John would be fine on the ship. England was in a perpetually uneasy state with its neighbors, France and Spain. War or peace was never clear at sea, and piracy could easily pass for service to King Philip or whatever fool was on the hag ridden throne of France. The Golden Cockerel was not an impressive ship to most men's eyes. We could pass as a fishing ship or merchantman without difficulty. I never caused trouble for the Portugese, French or Basque fishermen, and only rarely for the Spaniards. The big galleons were too slow to catch us, and we were too small to be a prize. It was important that no one on the ship suggest to anyone that we had any reason to be at sea except for delivering our cargo. Raleigh was on his stomach with his ass in the air. John and I looked at each other and he motioned to me to help the courtier out. I touched Raleigh's ass. He looked at me. "Thank God it's you Robin." He said. "I was afraid John was going to split me in half again." I spit on my hand and used it to lubricate my cock. John did the same to Raleigh's ass and I slipped in easily. Raleigh's ass was tight and warm. He was a passionate man and responded to every thrust. I rolled him over and spread his legs so I could thrust deeper. Raleigh relaxed as I continued thrusting and he opened up. John held Raleigh's arms so that his engorged cock could get no relief and Raleigh moaned in pleasure. Finally John grabbed the courtier's cock and gave it three or four good strokes and Raleigh shot off a respectable load. I didn't cum. I wanted to save that for John later that night. We all jumped back into the pool. The sun began to dip and the warmth of the day vanished. We dressed and returned to the house. A messenger had arrived in our absence instructing us to return to London that night. A boat would be waiting to take us down the Thames. The mention of a boat brought relief to me. There was no horse rode to rattle my bones. The servants had prepared some food to take along and we departed. We arrived in London in the middle of the night. John was to go immediately to Walsingham, Raleigh and I stayed in a disreputable inn. Even at the late hour the place was filled with drunks, pimps and whores. Raleigh was well known there. We climbed over the bodies of revelers in various states of drunkenness, and slipped into a small passage. This connected to a twisting stair and eventually to an upper level chamber. "To bed, Master Robin, To bed." Raleigh said. He stripped again and got into the curtained bed. There was a commotion and Raleigh and another man were swearing at each other. We were not the only residents of the room. "Kit!" Raleigh cried. "Raleigh! What in hell are you doing in this forsaken place!" Another voice said. There was some conversation and it seemed that the inn keeper, assuming that Raleigh would not be back that night, had rented to chamber to another man. They knew each other, so it could have been worse. I was a puzzled bystander until Raleigh remembered I was on the other side of the bed curtains. "Kit, this is my friend Robin FitzWilliam, Master of the Golden Cockerel." Raleigh said. "Robin, this is Kit Marlowe, gentleman and sometimes playwright." We shook hands. Marlowe was said to be brilliant, witty, and atheist and a sodomite. He was also naked and in the bed with another man. Marlowe's cock was soft, but a bead of pre cum dripped from it connected by a thin filament that could be seen in the candle light. Marlowe was young and might have been handsome once, but he looked dissipated and tired. He was cordial, and invited us into bed with him. He didn't tell us who the man in bed with him was. He was young and handsome. "I was just introducing my friend to the joys of man play. I was just beginning to search for the magic nut when you barged in on us." Marlowe said. "I was going to complete my explorations if you don't mind." "Robin and I will play our own games, Kit." Raleigh said. "I'm tired." I thought that the sounds of fornication would keep me awake, but I slept as soon as my head hit the pillow. When I woke the next morning, I was alone in the bed with Marlowe's friend. "Where are they?" I asked. "I don't know, they went to a meeting, Master . . .?" The man replied. "Robin, Master of the golden Cockerel." I said. "And you are?" "Will, an aspiring playwright from Stratford." The man answered. "Are you and Marlowe old friends?" "Not at all. I drank too much." He said. He looked appropriately sheepish. "Did he find what he was looking for?" I asked. "He was looking for something?" Will asked. "You did drink too much!" I said. "He was exploring your ass and looking for the nut. Is your ass sore?" "I don't think so." He said, "Should it be?"The red haired young man was getting closer to me and clearly his lusts had not been sated by the notorious playwright. Perhaps he just couldn't remember. His cock was rubbing against my leg. I played with his member and was impressed. He was young, but full sized and was leaking. He was ripe. "Have you tasted cock?" I asked. The young man disappeared below the covers. He licked the shaft then went after it with vigor. After a few minutes he emerged from below the sheets. "I could do that all day!" he said enthusiastically. "Tasted great! Do you bathe?" Cocks at the end of winter could be crusty, and while I liked to suck cock, the smell could be a problem. Will apparently had little experience with men who were clean. " I was swimming yesterday. Let me taste you." He straddled my face, but was so hard his cock stuck straight up. I could only lick his balls. Will too was clean. I assumed that Kit had eaten him the night before. We moved in the bed to a mouth to cock position and I swallowed his meat whole. His cock was long and thin with a lot of foreskin. I grabbed the skin with my lips and pulled it back over his head. I ran my tongue around the head in the skin, then went down again, peeling the skin back and letting his bare head slip down my throat. He moaned and tried to do the same to me, but I was too thick for him. I repeated this several times and had the young man shivering in lust. "Hold up Robin or I will be done!" He said. "Let's find that nut!" I said. He sat against the pillows and I had him spread his legs. I touched his hole. "Is it in there?" He asked. "That's where it is." I said. I have found many men's sex nut before, and usually they were shocked at the thought of having another mans fingers in their ass. Will seemed more curious than worried. I worked a finger in. "Nothing yet." He said. "You've been fucked?" I asked. "Never sober." Will said. "I must have liked it. I've done it several times since. Actors are always willing to help the playwright." I had only one finger into the first knuckle and loosened the ass ring. Pushing in deeper, I felt the edge of the organ and jabbed it. "God in heaven, Was that it?" I jabbed a second time, but this time kept the pressure on it. "I can't stand it." Will cried. He was thrashing around, trying to reduce the pressure on the nut. As soon as he got some relief, he would wiggle to get my finger more deeply lodged in his prostate. "Would you rather have my cock in there, Master Playwright?" I asked, jabbing it again. "Anything you want!" He gasped. I pulled my finger out and shoved my pre cum covered cock in. He shuddered, and I held him by his shoulders so that he would remain fully impaled. He cried in ecstasy. My cock slipped in more easily than I had expected. I guessed that Marlowe's seed eased the way, and guessed that the young man was not quite as virginal as he suggested. My first mate on the ship claimed that my cock was thicker than it was long. That isn't true, but it usually is a challenge for inexperienced men. Will' was tight and warm, and I felt him contract the chute to try to trap my cock as I rammed him. He enjoyed it and soon spewed man seed all over our chests. "I understand what you meant when you talked about the sex nut!" Will said, still gasping for air. He liked it but had an odd detachment, as if he were doing a scientific experiment. "Will the magic nut appear in one of your plays?" I jokingly asked. Will laughed. "When it comes to love, it's much safer to exchange longing glances, and pine away in desire. Any way, the taste today is for horrific plays filled with death and dismemberment and un paralleled cruelty. It would be difficult to work enjoyment in." He paused. "I might be able to make an allusion to it in one of my private writings." "Have you published any or your work?" I asked. "No, not under my name." Will said. "It's hard to make a living as a playwright, especially a young one, so I write for nobles and scholars who need a sonnet or essay to impress their peers, but doesn't have the time." "Raleigh?" I guessed. "Of course Raleigh!" He laughed. "You are a good judge of character Master Robin. Raleigh, the Countess of Pembroke, even some university scholars like Francis Bacon." "I've never heard of Bacon." I said. "You will, believe me you will." Will said. "A brilliant mind, but a poor sense of style. I dress it up and make it presentable." Raleigh returned to the room. "We must be on our way. A boat awaits." I got dressed and followed him into the streets. We made our way to the Thames and were soon on a small boat. Raleigh explained that John would rejoin me at the ship, but that he would stay in the background so that the ship would not attract any attention. There were spies everywhere. I transferred to a larger ship and Raleigh returned to London. It took several days for me to get to Bristol. The boat was maned by simple fishermen, and it was a pleasure to forget the world of conniving politics and treachery I had been briefly immersed in. Bristol was bustling as the winter weather retreated and made voyages safer. The Golden Cockerel looked brand new anchored in the bay. Carpenters and painters had spent the winter repairing and renewing the ship. I climbed up the ladder on the side and met Cedric, the ships carpenter, and his helper Hugh. "Good to have you back, Sir." Cedric said. "We are almost done with the work we planned." Cedric was a big man, both tall and heavy. He was wearing a leather vest that was open to his waist. His curly red merged with the hair on his chest. The day was warm and sawdust coated him. Hugh was smaller but still big. He was simple, not stupid, just simple. He wasn't ever going to be anything but a carpenter's helper. He almost never talked, except to Cedric. He did exactly what he was told, never anymore, never any less. Ben Brown appeared on deck next. He was a smith, and, with Cedric, kept the ship in repair at sea and in port. Ben had black hair and was a larger version of Cedric. They were both good men in a fight too. Ben understood cannons and explosives, the two men were the most useful on my ship. "The captain's back!" Ben bellowed. Ten men appeared. "You should have warned us you were on your way back, Sir" Ben said. Mr. Mac is in town. Mr. Angus MacDonald, was the first mate, and commanded the ship in my absence. Mac ran the crew with a firm hand. You always knew exactly where you stood with him. You knew what you were expected to do, and what you could expect of him. It made for a happy ship. I went to my quarters after greeting the crew. It was good to back home. Mac arrived at the end of the day. Mac was middle height, and solid. His hair had been blond, but now was white, with a weather beaten face and bright blue eyes. We were partners. To the world I was the captain, but he ran the ship. I came from a gentle family, and went to sea because of a disaster that befell my family. He was the son of a sailor. He thought it was more seemly that I be the captain, and he the mate. We had been together for years and I never questioned his decisions on the deck, and he never questioned my role in selecting the enterprise we undertook. I told him of my meeting with John and Raleigh. Adventure and wealth excited him. He immediately began planning the provisioning of the ship, and began to select the right crew for such a voyage.