Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2018 11:42:32 +0000 From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com Subject: The Jupiter chapter 4 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. FOUR George Garrett and Ned Foster, able seaman Med was skylarking while George reeved the block and tackle holding the rigging of the mainmast. It wasn't that Ned was lazy, quite the opposite, but he had energy to spare. It needed outlet. George didn't begrudge it although he was happier with the mundane tasks of seamanship rather than skylarking about. Of course, like any good seamna, he could drink his fill and fight and fuck with the best of them. But otherwise, long years at sea had taught him good habits and a careful outlook that Ned had not yet learned. He's young yet, George thought. "Georgie, I have a hunger" Ned said, standing over him as George finished. "You could tend to that, boyo" "No Georgie, I have a different hunger. Well that one too but one that I need you for" George suspected that Ned intended that they should do it there on deck rather than privately, to the degree that privacy was possible on board, which is to say not. But George had gone to sea first as a 7 year old boy and had spent more than a quarter century on ships of one kind or another, Royal Navy and Indiamen and even slavers. Ned was a decade younger and had gone to see as a 12 year old. That quarter century was deeply ingrained in George. On any other ship, satisfying that hunger would get a man flogged or worse. The Jupiter was different. There wasn't the first manjack among them that had the first desire for cunt. Nor were they the usual lot that he had fallen in with, those who burned with a fever that had to be fed and took advantage of whatever outlet there was. No, this crew preferred the company of men, or boys and George didn't begrudge that either. Boys become men and no man is worse off for having fired his cannon. No seaman at least. "I have work to do" George said "I'm not stopping you" Ned said, grabbing his lovers jewels. There was but a single button on the slop pants and George wore no corset underneath. Ned rammed his hand in there, grabbing ahold of him. He brought that sizeable tool out and opened his mouth, planting his lips on the rapidly stiffening thing and getting his tongue in there. He knew how Georgie liked it. Nibbling on his foreskin. playing with the tip with his tongue. It was good. Men gathered around to watch. Some had their hands in their slops, pulling on their manhood as George got his tended to but others had it out and were stroking it. George knew it shouldn't matter but he had sailed since a small boy and there was a part of him that rebelled at the openness of this kind of love here since he had had to hide his whole life with clandestine encounters. Otherwise, he cared not. It wasn't like seaman led lives of privacy anyway. Whatever a man did he did in the company of other men. Campbell the quarter master came over to watch. The men were egging Ned on, mostly wanting him to move more, stroke more but George thought it good the way it was. Ned's ways may not suit one of them but it was perfectly arranged for George's pleasure. "Grease him and throw him over a gun" Campbell said, dispatching a boy below for lard. Ned pulled off of Georgie's dick and looked up at campbell smirking. "You want me to kiss the gunner's daughter" referring to how midshipmen were punished in the Royal Navy by being whipped draped over a gun. "You've kissed nary a daughter, I wager, but a fair few sons" "Aye, Just as we all have" Ned said. "True enough" Campbell admitted. George got behind him and pushed it in. Their bodies came together and George began to fuck him. It wasn't tender, really, just fucking. In and out, bodies slapping against each other. By now, men and boys had their vegetables out skinning them, watching them come together in full view in a full daylight. "Enjoy it boyo's, the benefits of a roving life" Campbell said with a laugh. George couldn't hear him, lost in his own pleasure. Ned was grunting and egging him on, calling out for him to do it harder and faster. He wanted it savage and hard. And George obliged him, ramming it in. He fucked him hard. Ned grunted and groaned and bucked back. Various ones would walk up to his face and slap him their penises as Ned tried to grab them in his mouth to suck. He kept on calling out for George to do it harder and faster and harder and more. George was just banging on him as the crowd around him taunted him and Ned and egged them on all at the same time. Then, when he couldn't take it anymore, he shoved it in one last time and creamed in his lover's shithole. He pulled out, dripping, and slapped Ned on the ass. "You full now or am I going to have fed you later?" "Later" Ned answered, pulling up his pants. The men gathered around, laughed and teased him before drifting on back to work. Ned and George messed together and they were on watch together. They slept two men in one hammock. Their sea chests were side by side. They were together. They were mates and no one could deny it. They had met when George had come aboard the Jupiter when she was a privateer. He had successfully escaped the Navy press gangs, the ones that kidnap you in port drunk or sober and lead you off to service in her Majestie's navy, whether you wanted to or not. But his complete lack of interest in female company had always set him apart but the way he satisfied his inevitable needs had gotten him to into trouble more than once. A privateer was what he had left and it had been pretty clear right away that most shared his proclivities, give or take. Ned did. He was on board all ready and they quickly became friends and then mates. George had thought many times that under different circumstances, Ned would be the kind he would want to marry if such a thing were possible. It wasn't and George didn't linger over idle thoughts. On this ship, in this company, he and Ned were mates and their committment to each other counted with the crew. And the crew was their whole world. It was 3 days later - and three fucks later too, done in full view of whoever as they ship was crowded and no one save Irwin and a few others got privacy and none desired it - that Ned spotted the sail just over the horizon as they sailed southward. Irwin thought it possible but wanted to know it were moving north or if they were slowly overtaking someone also going south. Just 10 miles off the Florida coast nothing going south warranted attention but something coming north might, especially if it had the gold destined to pay the garrison at St Augustine. That would be haul worth the risk. It took 30 minutes for Ned to be sure that she was headed north. "Cap'n, she's nort'ard bound for sure but she's tacked and standing out to sea." Ned called down. George was on deck and peered over the bowsprit to see if he could see but couldn't. Irwin had moved to the base of the mast and called up. "What you make her to be?" Ned took a minute. "Lugger probably. Small. She's gaff rigged" "Fuck" Alexander said. George felt his disappointment. It wouldn't be anything rich. "Well fuck. Keep an eye on her" Irwin turned and told Campbell to steer Sou-sou'west. He was going after her anyway. Irwin then turned and said to no one in particular "It ain't like we've gotten anything in a while. It may only be a morsel but why not? We're south of Augustine and that's where she is headed and to get there, she'll have to get past us and she won't." a few minutes after they completed their tack and was moving off to intercept, Ned yelled down that she had tacked back to her original course. For half a second, George grumbled inwardly that they had outsmarted them but his mind was slowly chewing on it. "Fuck" Irwin said. "That don't make no sense" "What course?" Campbell called out. George got it. Why give up the wind gauge and tack back, risking a lee shore even from a lugger? The skipper over there must not be that skilled. It did present some complications for Jupiter but Irwin was grinning. "Wear ship. East by south" He said They would Jibe through the wind in order to then race downwind. He was going straight after them and they would have no choice, fight or surrender but she would skate past. Irwin was impatient. "Get as much sail on her as she'll hold. We've got to close the distance to cut her off." George hoisted himself on the rat lines and scurried up to loosen sail. When he got the second cross tree he could see the problem. It was going to be a near run thing before the lugger - and it clearly was - made it to the inlet south of Augustine, where she could find a chance of safety. They would need every inch of sail. "They don't stand a chance" Ned said, standing on the cross tree opposite him. "I think they'll make it into the inlet" George said. It was then that Ned saw it. All they had to do was make it and as the tide went out - and it would be soon- they would be be safe and snug and Jupiter with a deeper draft couldn't follow. Irwin yelled for the guns to be loaded and run out. The lugger might not even be worth it but his blood was up. The captain of the lugger had fooled him. Irwin was going to slow them down and take them no matter what. The guns were a forlorn hope. They barked and sent a load of iron in the direction of the lugger, foreveer answering the question of intent, but they fell helplessly into the drink, spraying the lugger with a fine mist as they missed. As George and Ned helped shake out the t'gallants up above, it was clear to George that the lugger would win the race. "Shorten sail" Irwin spit it out, disgusted. "Three reefs in all sheets. Standby to launch the cutter and the jolly boat" George looked at Ned, who was smiling. He wanted a piece of the boat action. They had to take in the reefs on the mainmast before they could scurry down the rat lines to get into Irwin's face enough for him to pick him. But they got the reefs in and were down the lines in a flash. The long boat was all ready launching with Campbell in command. Cadogen and his son were to take the jolly. Matthew and Styles, two roughnecks and poor seaman but mean and cruel, were all ready detailed. George briefly pled his case and Irwin, impatient, finally waved them over. "And Ned," Irwin called out. "Don't bring any of them back just because they got a big cock" The hands on deck roared with laughter. Ned grinned broadly. "Georgie's got the only cock I need in my arse. If they got a boy with a nice cock, you want that I should bring him back?" "Yeah" Irwin said, laughing. "If he is handsome" The deck hands loved that, calling out preferences. They piled in to the jolly boat as it was launched with Cadogen at the tiller. As soon as the keel hit water, they broke out the oars. It wasn't as smart and precise as a navy boat but they propelled through the water easily. The launch was ahead of them, just passing the headland. They had a hard pull to catch up. THe lugger, which the captain surely thought was safe, was rolling idly in the broad water between barrier islands, the wind having fallen out of sails. She wasn't even making a single knot's headway. The boats were gaining on them. As the jolly boat rounded the headland, the launch came into view, waiting for them. Without hesitation, commend or discussion, the launch started rowing to the starboard side of the lugger and the jolly the port side. The men on the lugger had warning and were waiting to defend themselves. The jolly boat banged against the lugger wtih a thud and Matthews heaved a grappling hook up and over the railing of the deck and climbed up it. Styles was hard on his heels and then Georgie and Ned before Cadogen and his boy came on. THe deck was a scene of utter confusion as men from the launch poured on deck. George plunged into the melee, to kill everyone not Jupiters, using his cutlass with a brace of pistols in reserve. Ned was slightly behind him and to his right. A large man, Spanish almost certainly, came rushing at the duo. George reached for his pistol and took it off half cock and fired, downing the brute in a single shot. Another came their way. George fought all who came his way, knowing that Ned had his back. A second and a third and fourth came and he fought them all off, cutlass in hand. After the fourth one lay bleeding and dying, George turned to slap Ned on the back in triumph. He turned and was stunned. The wound between Ned's chest and belly button was almost certainly fatal anyway but definitely was where they were at and the situation they were in. George cradled Ned in his arms as the life ebbed out of him. Ned breathed his last having never uttered a word. George sobbed as he held Ned as the light went out. The others searched the lugger, leaving him in his pain and agony, holding his dead lover and weeping. Finally, the slim haul gathered, they had to make way to go back. Ned was laid on the deck and George gathered up the combustibles. They would fire the ship and he would be cremated where he died. On the Jupiter, there was no division of Ned's goods. It all went to George by right. Neds part of the booty was George's too, again by right. They were not married, no cermeony or paper held them together but they were mates surely and just as married as any other. Quietly, in the night, Van Den Hoevel, a sailor Ned's age, dark and curly hair, came and piled into George's hammack and held him close as the man sobbed as silently as he could.