Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2018 11:23:41 +0000
From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com
Subject: The Jupiter chapter 5

			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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				FIVE
		    Paddy Cadogen, Master's Mate


	Jupiter was a sloop.  Small. It was also overmanned.  There were
people crammed in together in very tight spaces, more than the ship needed.
That was because they needed boarding parties and prize crews.  And men
died sometimes.  For now, Paddy shared a cramped berth that would have been
adequate by maritime standards with Cadogen, the master.  The two of them
comprised half of the watch standing officers, along with Irwin and
Campbell.  Of course, this was a pirate ship and they lacked the awesome
authority that a naval rating had or even a merchantman.  But still,
someone who could plot a postion and steer a course, know when to loosen or
shorten sail was still valuable.

	The captain, Irwin, relieved him.  Paddy went below to the wardroom
and the small cubicle on the starboard side.  Cadogen was waking.  His
watch was next. His face was like leather and his beard white but he was
lean and rangy.

	"Papa ..."

	"Tell me about the boy" Cadogen said

	"Gabriel?"  Paddy said with a shrug.  "He's a boy"

	"He your special boy?"

	"No" Paddy said.  "No. He's a boy.  Half the men below deck have
had their way with him.  The half that isn't lined up to do the black
boy. I just ..."

	"fucked him"

	"Aye. Are you angry?"

	"No Paddy.  I don't take it like that.  If you are with me, I do
you.  If you need to do someone, and I do understand that, you need to do
one of the likelier boys or even, I suppose, wait until we touch base in
Port Royal and lose your money with one of the tarts"

	Paddy shivered.  Once and only once and it had been a disaster.  He
felt no desire for that outlet.  THe man in the hammock was man enough but
he did have other needs that Papa couldn't fulfill.  The hammock was heavy
canvass and easily supported both of their weights. Paddy slipped in and
snuggled up next to Cadogen and started stroking himself.

	"He's a pretty boy, firm, with a good looking tool below the
belt. and a nice firm ass"

	"I've seen the boy, Paddy" Cadogen said. "If I wasn't partial to
red headed boys I would chase in behind him."

	"But you are partial to red headed boys, Papa"

	The hair on his head was the color of the setting sun but below,
the dusting of hair on his chest and the short hairs, were almost
orange. He had once longed to be less conspicious but now could see the
advantage. Besides, Cadogen tended to his needs well.  He was soft when
Cadogen took him in but he didn't stay soft long.  A bit splotched with
purple, Paddy was well hung enough to be hung but not overly so. Cadogen
was smaller and that made it better.  Paddy enjoyed it but only Cadogen and
no other.  For any other, he would be the husband, if it could be called
such.  But for all his insistence that he penetrate Paddy, Cadogen was not
a selfish lover.  By no means.  He is skilled with his mouth planted around
Paddy's generous tool was proof enough of that.

	Paddy though wanted his mouth around Cadogen's member.  He knew the
pleasures of it and he knew how Cadogen liked it. He had been a hairless
boy the first time his lips had clenched around that tool.  But he was
older now, a man really, but he didn't complain.  Cadogen had taught him
his trade and had taught him the ways of men and Paddy valued both
educations.

	Cadogen effortless slid his pole up Paddy's chute.  That fullness
he has coome to expect.  The older man is rigid and hard and big enough to
fill the younger up without splitting him open.  Paddy thinks it feels good
as the hardness of it goes past whatever there is that shoots pure pleasure
all over his body.  He rocks back and forth, so that Cadogen slides in and
out and the motion of their bodies with the motion of the hammock and the
motion of the ship keeps them in constant turmoil.  The cabin, indeed the
whole belowdecks, is hot as they head back toward Jamaica. Paddy's sweat
falls onto Cadogen who is bathed in a sheen himself.  Both are breathing
hard.  THe older man is enjoying being ridden but the younger is enjoying
the ride.  Paddy's own stiffening subsides but he has the short arm in his
hand, yanking it back to life as he is sodomized.

	"Ride it hard, boy" Cadogen called out.  "Hard and fast"

	"You'll spill your seed too soon, old man. Then what will I do?"
Paddy said as he leaned over to kiss him.

	"You'll commit the sin of Onan, boy or find a likely one to
bugger."

	Paddy had spilled his seed on the ground many times and found it to
be as silly a sin as there was.  Besides the sins he committed routinely
made it pale in comparison.  Anyway, his blood was up and he needed his
relief as surely as Cadogen needed his so he accomodated him.  Hard and
fast he rode him. The short arm came to life and Paddy stroked it, his
tight foreskin shifting as he did, as Cadogen was trying to stab him in the
arse, despearate for the sweet culmination of the act.

	"Ah yes, mate, there she blows" Cadogen called out.

	Paddy didn't let him loose although Cadogen was spent.  He stroked
it with the softening cock still inside him. Then he shot his seed, quick
spurts, hitting Cadogen in the face, who howled in laughter.

	As they lay there together in hammock in the still humid air, Paddy
heard the call, "Sail ho"

	On any ship, a strange sail is a matter of moment.  Even a
merchantman at peace is leery as war could have erupted and be unawares or,
naturally, the possibility of piracy.  For a pirate ship, it is either prey
or predator, a merchantman or naval ship. For one, you consider attack and
the other beat a hasty retreat or bluff it out.  Cadogen and Paddy
struggled up and quickly dressed, careful to gather up their weapons just
in case. On deck, Irwin was just closing his telescope as they drew near to
to the quarterdeck.

	"Well?" Cadogen asked.

	"Two masts, rigged fore and aft"

	"A schooner?"

	"Aye" Irwin answered with a smile. He was itching for it. "Laden
with sugar I expect"

	Cadogen felt the wind on him.  "We have the wind gauge."

	Irwin looked around.  "Shorten sail.  We'll lure her in"

	They would have to make the sloop look as pacific as possible. The
schooner wasn't fooled.  She tacked to get sea room, not wanting to be
caught on a lee shore. At a league's distance, too far for a bowchaser to
do anything, she passed in front of them, heading off. Irwin was canny and
held on his tack a bit longer and then jibed, and they found themselves
running along parallel to the schooner but on a beam reach to the wind.  He
had maintained the wind gauge and the Jupiter was overtaking her.  Paddy
smiled.  It was an impressive feat of seamanship and even Cadogen was
pleased.

	The guns were run out.  Irwin called out for them to stand too but
the other captain either didn't hear him or ignored it.  He was determined
to run as he couldn't fight, at least not ship to ship.  But of course,
Irwin had no intention of fighting ship to ship, not really.  That captain
was pinning his hopes on a octet of swivel guns, to decimate a boarding
party.  It was a foolish decision, Paddy thought.  One he would likely die
for.  Had he surrendered, they would have been put into boats, and there
were no more than a dozen or a dozen and half of them, with provisions and
charts.  Bermuda was a week away, Charleston two at most and Spanish
Florida even closer.  Probably not a man, or not much more than a man or
two, would have died.

	The elevation high on two of the guns but not the others.  Two
fired chain shot and the others grape.  The chain would wreck the rigging
but the grape would clear the deck of all living creatures.  When it was
clear that they would not surrender, the die was cast. Paddy had a brace of
rifled muskets and had found his way up into the rigging, joined by several
others.  AS the two ships came in side by side, Paddy leveled his musket
and took aim.  The guns on deck roared, recoling back.  It shook the ship
just a bit as the weight of metal flew out and the guns moved, just enough
to spoil the aim.  Paddy leveled the gun again and found a target, on the
quarterdeck in amongst the dead and the bleeding, the splintered wood and
the riggings shorn free.  He was the captain.  He sited down the barrel and
fired.  The man crumpled to the deck after his chest exploded.  He was no
more

	There was movement foreward.  Paddy took the other gun and fired
and that one dropped too.  The grape had done it's job.  The deck was a
charnel house of blood and severed limbs.  Whoever hid below would offer no
resistance.  Paddy made his way down the ratlines.

	Irwin was at the base of the mast.  "Whatta think, Cadogen?  Sail
in company to Nassau or have it make for Boston under false colors?"

	Cadogen considered it.  "The price in Nassau will be a quarter of
what it's worth but the ship will sell too.  Less chance of dancing on a
gibbet."

	Irwin smiled.  If it was to bluff it out in New England, it would
have to be him or Campbell or Cadogen that did it.  Sailing in company back
to Nassau would just mean a prize crew.  That was the surer bet.

	"Paddy, take a crew of 9 and sail her back with us but to Nassau,
not Kingston.  We'll sell her there, cargo and all, after taking what
pickings there may be"

	"Aye" Paddy said, trying to look collected and as if he were
appointed captain every day.

	"A first command.  Congratulations" Cadogen said.  He seemed
genuinely happy even if he knew what it meant.  Paddy knew the old man
would at least seek other company.  He would too of course.

	Gabriel was one. George Garrett and his new matelot, Matthews and
Styles, Carlos Gonzalez and his mates Lebogue and Meza.  All men but one
older boy.  Paddy was convinced it was a good crew.  He would have Gabriel
and everyone else kept their same pattern.  They loaded some weapons into
the long boat and pulled over to the schooner, which had drifted away.  It
wasn't a bad pull but it took a minute. There was no one to greet them as
they boarded, nothing but blood and body parts.  Paddy sent Garrett and
Cole to working on seting the rigging straight and sent the others below to
hunt for survivors while Gabriel was sent to the wheel to steer a course
sou, sou'west.  Paddy went to the main cabin for the charts and manifest.

	As he was looking through the papers, he heard a quartet of musket
shot, first two and then one and a another, and some muffled screams.  She
was the Anne, port of Boston, carrying a cargo of sugar, destined to be
rum.  He quickly calculated it's value and concluded the sugar alone might
yeild him 5 pounds, maybe even 10.  Then there was the value of the ship.
Not bad work, Paddy thought.

	Back out on deck, Matthews and Styles were carrying a dead body
across. "There were some cowering below" Matthews said.

	"Feed the sharks" Paddy said.  He was indifferent to that, just get
all the dead bodies off so that they could turn their attention to putting
the ship right. They shouldn't have fought.  It was stupid and they died
for it.

	It took a while but they had the rigging and sails put right.  The
Jupiter was all ready sailing and through it all the Anne had kept up even
as they patched up and completed their tasks.  Paddy went below and
inventoried the stores and found plenty of salt beef and crackers, dried
beans and even some fruit.  They would eat okay but the ship was
suspiciously light on alchohol and he knew that would be a problem.  The
captain fortunately had quite a bit of wine and that would have to suffice.
They divided up the crews posessions among themselves but the truly
valuable property would be for the whole crew of the Jupiter to divide as
well.  Then he decided on watches: Gabriel would be with Matthews and
Styles, Garrett and Van den Hovel on second watch, Gonzalez. Meza and
Lebogue the third.

	As they headed south, the weather grew steamier.  Three days in
company with the Jupiter, which was three league abreast, Paddy was in the
Captains cabin after Matthews and Styles got off watch, as they pushed
young Gabriel through the open door.

	"This little fucker been holding out on us.  He's found some rum"
Styles said.

	"Well, let's have some" Paddy said.

	Tankard cups were poured all around and they lifted them.  They
were soon on toward being lit.

	"So Paddy, who you like best? Me or Gonzalez?" Gabriel asked

	"Or Old Man Cadogen?" Matthew said as Styles laughed.

	Paddy ignored them. They were fools and he didn't have to explain
his relationship to them. "That's a question that deserves consideration.
Carlos is prodigiously endowed as you know but you are spice mix of this
and that, Spanish and negro and Indian too I fancy and beautiful."

	He was a young mulatto boy, too lean as he was beginning to catch
his growth spurt, and a face of younger boy but not a boy below the belt.
No, not a boy at all.

	"I'd fuck you both but we're gonna fuck you now" Style said.

	Paddy smiled.  Thet snatched down his slop pants and he stood there
naked, not trying to cover himself. His testicles were large, bulbous
things and his cock flopped over it long and thick.  He had the odor of a
man and a crown of hair at the base of his cock.  He had growing to do.

	"On your knees, son of a whore, drain my hose" Matthews said.

	Gabriel did as he was told.  There were three men, two grown and
Paddy far more man than boy but younger than the other two, with their
wedding tackle out.  Gabriel smiled.  He opened his mouth and took Paddy in
first, going down to the root and then back up.  The boy had done this
service before.  After a good tonguing, he moved on to Matthews and then
Styles.  And then back.  First one and then another.  Kissing the gun.

	They weren't satisfied with the mouth.  They wanted the arse.
Gabriel got bent over and Paddy got pride of place.  His would be the first
bit of juice.  He guided himself in, and shoved it in roughly.  Gabriel
grunted loudly and tried to push away but the older man held him to and he
got used to it.  And Paddy wasn't gentle.  There really was no need.  The
boys got used belowdecks with abandon.  And Gabriel actually really wanted
it as he wiggled it as Paddy was fully inside him.  That got him going.
Paddy drew back and slapped it in hard.  Pounded his arse, long hard fast
strokes in and out.  The sweat built and the boy bucked back, wanting it
all.  Paddy knew the other two would wear his ass out but having them
standing there stroking their oar only stoked his desire more.  Gabriel was
on the receiving end of that.

	"You won't be able to walk by the time we make Nassau, boy" Paddy
said. "We're going to wear you out."

	Matthews and Styles grunted in laughter. They would help wear him
out.  Gabriel was a young man, more than a boy and less than a man, but in
the company of men and his lot was to take it And he didn't mind.  Gabriel
pushed back on Paddy's dick, trying to get him pushed in even deeper and he
flailed on his long cock as he did it.

	"Plow me hard" Gabriel called out.

	Paddy bent over and draped an arm up and under his torso bringng
the boy into his close as he began to fuck him with short, fast
strokes. THe strokes of a man getting overheated. And Paddy was overheated
as he enjoyed the tightness of the arse tightened around his cock.

	Then, with a grunt, Paddy unloaded in his ass.  He pulled out,
grinning.  He nodded for Matthews to take his turn.  As Matthews started to
pump and Styles got in Gabriel's face, Paddy noted that the wind seemed to
be freshening.  He went out on deck to see if they needed to take in a
reef.  Standing on deck, still nude, staring up at the sails as Jupiter led
the way off the port quarter, Paddy decided against it.

	There was movement and Paddy was aware he wasn't alone.  He turned
and Carlos was there.

	"Before we make Nassau, you're going to fuck me" Carlos said

	Paddy smiled. "Yeah, sure."