Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2000 03:08:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Golden Cockerel 5

Golden Cockerel 5


 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.


I had relaxed some from my near orgasm, so my cock hung low and oozed the
cock honey that had filled it for the abortive climax. I had watched Butter
Ball being screwed on the deck, but most of the other activity took place
in the shade of the tarp. John and I went to the main deck and joined the
group.

Wolf got up and let me take his seat. He looked at me with uncertainty.
Normally he sucked me first. He felt it was his right as the informal
leader of the crew, but I guessed that John was on his mind.  John was big
and had greatly impressed him.

"Wolf." I said. "Don't just stand there, show our new crew member your
hospitality." I smiled as he went down on John's horse meat. John wasn't
hard yet, so its full magnitude was unknown by the crew. When I sat down,
Otter attached himself to my cock.

Poor Butter Ball was still being fucked by Pistol, but had regained his
composure and was speaking nonsense again. Bob was next to me and I played
with his cock. He seemed to relax and soon he and I were cock to tonsils,
with Otter eating my ass. Badger came over and helped himself to Bob's
ass. I don't think that Badger could have done much more than lick Bob's
rosebud when Bob's cock gave my tonsils a man seed bath. An hour earlier
Bob had been uneasy about being naked with the crew as we swam in the
sea. He had just shot his load into the captain's throat.

I had his cock deep in my throat and he tried to pull away, but I held him
there. It was a goodly display of vigor as he shot over and over again.  I
normally like to lick the slit as a man shoots, since the cock head gets
almost raw and the man goes mad with passion, but Bob did well. Badger
enjoyed the display too. I released Bob's cock slowly and savored his cock
head. He twitched as I ran my tongue around the head.

Bob and I broke apart and Otter replaced him. Badger worked on Otter's
hole. Otter and I had been in this position many times before and we found
a way to suck for hours, always excited, but just short of shooting. I
settled in for a long afternoon.

"Do you miss your momma?" I heard Old Tom speaking with Kit next to me.

"It's been two years. My father died and we were left alone." The boy
said. "She had too many mouths to feed. The twin babies were the only ones
of us to get fed."

"Two breasts, two babies?" Old Tom said, almost whispering.

"Yes." Kit said. "With nothing left for me. They were sucking the life out
of her.  I ran way, I figured it was better to starve on my own than have
her watch me starve. The first month on my own was hard, but I can get
along on my own." Kit was small and slight. I had guessed he was thirteen,
but he could have been as old as 17 or 18. No food makes it difficult to
guess a boy's age. Tom was a big man, bull like in his prime. He had a
bushy white beard and a breastplate of bushy hair on his chest. He was
gruff and unexpectedly friendly.

"You're a hard worker. You should do well." Old Tom said. "If you do what I
tell you." He paused. "You think about sucking a lot, don't you?" Kit
nodded. "You see what these men are doing?" Tom asked. Kit nodded
again. "Do you think you could help Old Tom out?"

"But there's no milk there?" Kit said, whispering.

"There's cream, boy. There's cream." Tom said. Kit was on the deck at Tom's
feet so he turned and looked at Tom's soft cock at eye level. He leaned in
and took the tip of the foreskin into his mouth. " Just work your tongue
into the pucker. There is something sweet for you inside." Tom
said. "You're making me a happy man." I looked at Tom and he winked at
me. Kit looked content. He had discovered a new family, and Tom was his
father and protector. Old Tom liked boys. He helped them, and they helped
him.  It was a good arrangement.

My mouth flooded with seed a second time. Otter's cunningly wrought scheme
for an afternoon of cock sucking bliss failed.

"Sorry Sir." He said. "You were too good today. I couldn't hold it back."
There was a blood curdling scream. Pistol had finally shot off and the
whole ship knew it. This set off a new round of ribaldries, all at Butter
Ball and Pistol's expense. It was hard to believe that there were that many
ways to combine the words, cock, ass hole, fucking and cum together, but
the crew must have found them all.  I found myself unoccupied, and went on
the prowl for another mate, when Peter, who was in the crows nest, cried
"Sail on the horizon!"

The crew was dressed and at battle stations by the time I reached the
wheel. In this modern age of discontents you were never sure which country
you were at war with. While France or Spain were usually a good bet,
alliances, treaties, leagues and confederations could quickly change. Our
beloved Virgin Queen complicated the situation by rarely declaring war on
anyone.  She might condemn an overt act of war to the Spanish ambassador on
one day, and knight the rogue sailor at Greenwich the next.

Wolf went to the crow's nest to look. Peter was too new on the ship to be
able to recognize the sails of different nations.  After a tense period, he
shouted that the ship was Portugese.  That was the best of the
possibilities. Regardless of official policy, the Portugese were anti
Spanish. They had a large fishing fleet that they wanted to be undisturbed,
and we had the same.  Even if we were officially at war, they were
lackluster and uninterested in causing any problems if they could be
avoided.

We were ready for any eventuality, but our battle preparations were
disguised behind the dressing of a merchant ship. As the ship got closer,
their captain signaled that the wanted to talk.  Old Tom spoke the lingo,
and a small boat came up to our side. A young but beaten up captain came
aboard.

They had encountered a large Spanish Gallon heading to the new World. They
had commandeered much of his crew and water and left them under manned and
with no water. Could we spare a weeks worth, he asked? That would be enough
to get them to Opporto.

I didn't want to give up any of our supplies, but the man was in genuine
distress.  "We have twenty passengers from Angola. The women and children
are suffering greatly." He said.  Tom told him we would think about it, and
then asked what we might get in return. This, he did on his own. The
captain looked despondent. "We were looted!" He murmured. I sent him back
with Otter, so that Otter could give me a true report on the ship and its
passengers.

Later we signaled for the Captain to return.  When he arrived, Otter gave
his report. The ship was indeed looted and crew and passenger were
starving. There was nothing to be got.

"Two of the young girls offered to come over to meet our needs." Otter
said. "Pretty ones, not old hags."

The captain understood enough English to protest.  Apparently the girls had
done it on their own, not as part of the negotiations.  He was shocked. He
didn't realize the extent of the desperation on his ship.

"We will give you what we can spare." I told him.  "It's a week to port?"
He nodded.  Old Tom took him to our store room and, with the cook,
carefully arrived at the minimum we could spare.  We couldn't be generous,
that was too dangerous.  The captain appeared to be a gentleman, and was
grateful without being servile. He handed me a folded parchment as he
returned to the ship.

I opened it in the cabin and John translated the Latin. It was a safe
conduct granted to the bearer by the Spanish and Portugese governments,
signed by a Papal Legate. I realized that the passengers on the ship must
have been high born. But for it, they would have been raped and murdered by
the crew of the Galleon, I supposed.

The Portugese ship sailed away, but it was time for the evening supper, and
the games did not resume.  Some of the men had gotten off, but most had
not. I expected that after dark, we would correct that inequality.

I felt good. The men had done well, not just in the games, but in the
encounter with the ship. I was uneasy about helping the Portugese ship, but
would have been more uneasy if I had let them go off to die. I told this to
John,

"They were Christians, if Papists." He said.  "The story of the Good
Samaritan made it clear what we had to do.  They were undone by fellow
Catholics and saved by Protestants. The parallel is exact." He seemed
satisfied by the encounter.  Mac agreed.

"And that paper may save us." Mac said. "It's a mighty impressive
document."

"I'm not sure that anyone would believe it was intended to protect us." I
said. "We are an English vessel."

"The agents of that Scottish bitch are everywhere." John said. "They may
well be supplied with safe passages on their secret missions."

"Mary Stuart is a vile whore!" Mac stated violently.  "I'd rather die than
be though of as her lapdog!"

"Given the choice of being mistaken for a lap dog and being burned as a
heretic, I will play doggie!" I said. Mac stared at me, then laughed.

"You're right, Robin." He said. "Revenge is for the living! That woman and
her mother ruined my family and destroyed my father. I only pray that I
will live to see her head on a pike." Mac never spoke about his past or
family, and I did not try to find out any more about him. He would tell me
when he was ready.

Someone knocked at the door. Will, our playwright cabin boy answered
it. Wolf and Otter came in.

"We came to apologize, Sir." Otter said. "We didn't do it right." I didn't
know what they were talking about, then it dawned on me. Wolf had once told
me that it wasn't sex until man's juice spurted. I had taken Bob and
Otter's loads but the Portugese ship appeared before I shot off, and
apparently Mac and John were still fully loaded too. "We want to finish
it!"

"You've cock the pistol twice, but forgot to pull the trigger!" I said
laughing.

Wolf smiled. "We didn't forget.  We just didn't have time!"

"We have a whole night to play." Mac said. "Will, get the men some wine. We
need to take care of unfinished business." I had almost forgotten my desire
in the excitement of the day and the worries about the Portugese
encounter. My dick hadn't forgotten. As soon as Wolf and Otter made the
offer, my cock accepted. My mind wasn't sure, but the cock knew.

Will brought wine and we settled down to an evening's play. It was hot so
we stripped and let lust take control. Mac, Otter, Wolf and I were old
playmates, but John and Will were new. John's cock drew men to it like a
loadstone and iron. Otter attached himself and as it grew he tried to get
the whole dong into his mouth.

Will ended up sucking Mac.  Mac had not appreciated my selection of Will as
cabin boy. Will knew this and tried to be as accommodating as possible to
win Mac over.  Will was inventive, willing and agile.

I had a liking for Wolf's cock, or rather, his foreskin.  It was long and
could hold his cock and my entire tongue without difficulty. The six of us
were soon fully loaded and cocked. Poor Otter was having trouble taking
John's horse meat. John picked him up, turned him up side down and lowered
the small man onto his cock. This was the right angle. Otter looked like he
was a roasted pig, stuffed with cock rather than apples.

Otter was long trunked and short legged and since Otter was up side down,
his cock was at John's mouth.  His bushy beard merged with Otter's pubic
hair as John explored Otter's baby making machinery. John sampled the cock
balls and hole.

I explored deep into Wolf's cock. There was the taste of sea salt and man
milk. His long skin kept the ooze fresh and slippery.  I seemed to be the
only man on the ship that liked his skin.  The first time I sucked him.  I
discovered a magic spot on his cock.  When I licked the underside of his
cock head, deep inside the shin and he turned from a gruff ruffian into a
needy spaniel.  I had found the secret passage to his heart.

I never did it to him in front of the crew, it would undermine his
authority, he thought.  But he was willing in the Captain's cabin. This was
the only time he wanted to get plowed, and usually Mac screwed him while I
licked the cock head. I looked over and Mac was occupied with Will.

Will must have been an acrobat or clown in addition to his writing
plays. He was on his back, with his legs tucked behind his head, impaled on
Mac's tree trunk. Will was double jointed!  Mac pulled out, picked up the
bundle of playwright and cock, sat down on a chair and then sat Will back
on his prong.  I thought that stretching the ass hole made it tighter for
the fucker and exposed the inner organs to more easy assault.

This confirmed that conjecture. Will had no control.  He was merely a
living cod piece. His member was bloated to the point it looked like it
would burst. His back was arched and mouth open gasping for air. Mac
rotated him around so that he was slowly spinning on Mac's thick cock. John
lowered Otter so that Otter could help steady Will. I was worried that Mack
might lose his grip and Will would fall and break his cock off!

I caught John's eye and he came over to Wolf and me. Otter had sucked John
to full erection and the randy scene between Will, Mac and Otter did
nothing to reduce the pressure. John was wondrously huge. Wolf guessed what
I had planned and looked worried. He wasn't a natural bottom. He knew that
once I hit the magic spot he would open wide and take whatever forced its
way into his hole he would take.

I whispered to John and told him of Wolf's secret spot. He was game. John
immediately sucked Wolfs skin so that his tongue was enveloped in it. It
looked like a sausage with a tongue filling. John's tongue was as big as
the rest of him and I could see it wiggling as he sought out Wolf's cock
head. I watched as the tongue caressed the head then found the magic spot.
Wolf was transported.

I oiled my meat and then forced it in Wolf's tight hole. He fought it, but
I finally popped through and Wolf began to cry in ecstasy. He cried like a
baby and John tried to comfort him, I made him stay sucking Wolf's
cock. Otter had told me that Wolf's ass was virgin except for me. Otter was
his best friend and even he had not topped the wild man.

Wolf had a small, muscle-bound hole that could resist the most determined
assault. His early experiences on a ship as a boy had been painful and had
poisoned his interests in being a bottom. I was the captain, so he felt it
was my due.  His sense of propriety wasn't offended by taking the captains
cock.  But the first time my cock rammed the nut inside his ass, he was in
heaven.

It was a cruel trick of nature to put such a tender organ of delight inside
such a tight ass. I vowed never to force him again after the first time. I
though I had hurt him, and another man's pain is no aphrodisiac for me. He
came to me a week later and begged me to do it again. I was shocked. I did
and he was just as uncomfortable.

I tried finger fucking him. Unfortunately, my cock was the perfect
instrument for titillating his nut.  The finger didn't hit it right. That
is when I discovered the passionate spot on the underside of his cock
head. It opened the door to his ass. It was never wide ope, but it was at
least cracked open a bit. Mac would suck him and I would fuck him.

Wolf began to convulse and John pulled off. I told him to hold Wolf's skin
tight. The cum would stay fresh inside the skin tube.  I puled out and let
Wolf calm down. On the other side of the room Mac had cum and had relocated
Will on the bed so that Otter could screw him.  Mac had unwound the
playwright, and licked the young man's cock.  That was enough to pull
Will's trigger. Will shot an ocean of cum and Otter popped.

I was as hot as I had ever been and still hadn't cum yet. John was in the
same state. I laid back in bed and open my legs in invitation. John was
ready. Wolf stopped him briefly. He released the seed stored in his skin
and coated John's monster with it. The milky liquid was the perfect
lubricant. The battering ram slipped in easily.

"Damn it Captain." Wolf said. "I can't believe you can take it. Look at
that fucker slide in!" Mc and Otter came over to watch. Apparently Mac and
John's play hadn't included this, so Mac was fascinated.

I was shocked that John got in so easily. My ass peeled back his thick skin
and exposed his huge head. It popped through my sphincter easily and
traveled down my chute. Suddenly I felt as if I had melted on his cock. I
must have been much more relaxed that I had ever been before, because John
went deeper and I was where Wolf had been minutes before. I didn't know
where I was. I was floating on John's cock in a sea of man seed.

It was my seed. I shot volley after volley of cream into space and the warm
fluid covered me. Otter and Mack spread it all over my chest. John pulled
out and began spraying me with his cum. I opened my mouth to catch it. The
next thing I remember was waking up the next morning. It had been a good
night.