Date: Thu, 17 May 2018 13:42:26 +0000 From: Nicholas Nicholby Subject: Boys Guild Chapter 5, Gay, SciFi/Fantasy, Adult Youth, Prolific Authors Boys Guild Chapter Five This story is a work of fiction. It never happened, it never will. The characters and locations are all make believe and any resemblance to any place or person, living or dead, is simply in the mind of the reader and totally unintentional. Situations and sexual activities of the characters are fantasy, don't try dragon riding at home. The story is also the first in a series of stories about Kind Draviad's Realm. Please let me know if you enjoy by email to nicholas6996 (at) hot mail dot com Copyright 2018 by Nicholas Nicholby, all rights reserved. Not to be distributed or duplicated without express written permission of the author. The author hereby grants the Nifty Archive a non-exclusive, worldwide, royalty-free, perpetual, and non-cancellable license to use, modify or alter and edit copy for clarity or style, reproduce, display, make compilations of and distribute the work. The Boys Guild The great white shark hanging from the mast step was the talk of the small fishing village. No one had ever seen one so massive, so deadly, so grotesquely toothed. The village boys were awed by the size and number of the teeth displayed in the propped open jaw just above the stone quay. Hung from its tail the breeze kept the white gently turning and waving and some of the bigger boys were ready each time it came a little closer to them. The littlest boys had quickly learned and now stood well back on the sides, it was beyond scary to be grabbed and shoved roughly toward the maw as the fish seemed to almost lunge closer. Now it was a game of shove between the older boys and secretly the young ones hoped that certain bigger lads would find out just how sharp those massive teeth were. The Nifty Archivist and his artist friend had arrived and with a gentle shooing had split the swagger of boys and walked up toward the beast. The artist fearlessly held out his pencil as if using it to measure the largest teeth. The Archivist made a quick count of rows and then an approximation of circumference and calculated that there were some 300 teeth inside the mouth. "Well boys, I think there's one for everyone if you just wait patiently. No need to try and spike one on your arm," the Archivist grinned as one boy was shoved close again. "Three hundred or more here. They'll simple fall out as it starts to rot. Mayhaps the men will leave it up after taking a fin or two for soup." He grinned to hear the groans of "Gross" from the boys not so adventurous in their taste buds. "Come all to the Inn yard this post noon and my artist friend will show you his drawing of this beast and I'll tell a tale or two of other sea beasts and monsters of the deep. Mayhaps there'll be a yarn I can read from the archive concerning daring do and pirate lads and gold and plunder mixed with cannibals and cabin boys. You all can read of course?" He was saddened by the numerous shakes of heads and only saw the one lad nodding eagerly affirmative. "Well the Archive is still there. I'll post the window address where men of distinction can send a small encouraging donation and mayhaps the stories will challenge you lot to improve yourselves. Now shoo and let this man do his work." Most of the boys did run away hooting and shoving and generally boyishly threatening each other with topples off the quay. The Archivist did note the reading lad had stayed and watched the shark jump from the hook onto the artists sketchbook. Later that day true to his word a small sign showed the window address http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html and even a King's Post address of Nifty Archive Alliance PMB 159 333 Mamaroneck Ave White Plains, NY 10605 In someplace far off in both time and place called USA He had collected quite a few coins in his cup and was encouraging others to contribute too. He thought they should all tell him that Nicholas sent them when they found a spare silver later in the month. With a mug of ale to wet his whistle he turned to his strange glassy printed page and declaimed more tales out loud to whet the appetites and imaginations. Chapter 5 - Silly Shadows and Tower Flares Zekial's large daydream differed from previous reality almost identically to his small dream. The faithful repetition of events was broken only by the spewing of his nectar across his chest and stomach. As in the dream the Orechasm was no less golden, but it was far messier than for his younger self. Dredged up from reverie by the power of the explosive spewm Zekial's hand found the copious essence and idly rubbed it around his stomach and then all across his living stones. They sang as he began a slippery rubbing of his once again stiff lance. He remembered the marvel of the nectar across the Wizard's pubic mound as the Wizard had waved a hand and suddenly stood there naked, erect, gleaming, and dripping. Zekial remembered that he instinctively knew the Wizard was only preparing to wipe or perhaps magic the nectar away, but the sight of so much of it glistening against the tanned skin and softening lance had caused his small hands to reach autonomously from where he sat on the bunk out to the Wizard's body. While one hand scooped nectar and brought it to Zekial's nose and lips the other hand began spreading nectar across the pubis, around the reanimating lance and over the undulating massive living stone purse. As the boy's small tongue peeked out of lush pink lips and began to lean toward the Wizard's now rampant lance the Wizard snapped his fingers again. Now laying on the bunk the naked Wizard looked down his chest at the now naked boy sitting at his knees who was leaning forward with mouth open and aiming down while incredible blue eyes looked up and directly into the Wizard's mind. Sparks flew between them as the tongue lapped and then the lips encircled the nectar slicked lance point. They sighed together as the small tongue played along one side of the lance while lips stroked down the length. A moments pause was followed by a small swallow. The eyes never broke connection as the entire lance slid deeply into the hot constriction of the boy's smooth throat. The boy shuddered as the lance in his throat somehow tickled against the living stones within his own sack and another Golden Orechasm churned from his center through his toes, fingers and scalp. Waves of the Golden Orechasm crashed across the Wizard's living stones and they erupted another geyser's gush of nectar. The rhythmic swelling and pulsing of the lance inside the boy's throat seemed to elongate the Golden fire burning on every surface of the boy's skin. His eyes shut but the connection mind to mind was not broken and the flames of gold consumed them both and reformed and realigned their bodies such that where one existed so did the other. The spent Wizard's lance seemed to retract itself from Zekial's small mouth and as it plopped against the Wizard's still slimy abdomen the boy fell forward again, this time against the Wizard's strong chest and into the Wizard's strong arms where everything was known, everything was safe, everything was right. The Wizard's dream was just as faithful to events but something woke him. He leaned forward in the chair and saw the supine youth laying in the blankets on the bear skin rug and seemingly idly stroking an oak hard lance or scooping nectar across and around loosely hanging living stones. Moving silently as only a Wizard can do he hovered over the youngster and locked his eyes on the boy's face as his lips locked around the exposed lance point. The boy's eyes fluttered open and his lips fell into a shy sweet smile as the Wizard slowly lowered the suctioning mouth and consumed the totality of the boy's rampant sex. There had been a time when the Wizard would have made his own small swallow and taken the living stones inside his mouth with the lance, but this last year the boy's prodigious growth had made that not generally feasible and now the Wizard made do with brushing the boy's slick hand aside and taking up the duty of massaging the stones within their sack. The boy broke their eyes' connection but not their brain's as his head fell back and he sighed deeply inside the Wizard's mind. The Wizard's legs softly nudged the boy's knees and they spread apart and lifted and then dropped open raising the lance another thumbs width within the Wizard's engulfing warmth. Zekial almost purred as his living stones rattled against each other. He never understood how his liked to be smashed about a little while Tomas' seemed to want nothing but light tickles. The Golden glow of his dream wrought orechasms kept his brain spinning and sparks arcing between himself and the Wizard. The light nudge against his knees caused a soft intake of breath, anticipatory prickles flickered across his hips, abdomen, and chest. The hot wet lips released his lance and as the cooler air rose goose flesh he felt the fire of the tongue trailing down across that little ridge below his stones' purse. He shivered anew as hands reached under his knees and raised them more. He shuddered as warm breath teased beneath his sack and along the tongue's wet trail. He twitched as warm liquid flowed and the tongue pressed firmly on that secret spot between his legs. A spot owned only by his Wizard. A spot that winked and spasmed and quivered and quaked as the tongue wiggled and waggled and poked and prodded and opened its way inside. The tongue delved and slithered, lapped and laved, and drove nerve endings towards distraction. Then the tongue licked hard a dozen licks. The mouth again engulfed the rampant lance. The fingers squeezed then pulled the tightly cinched sack. Something rubbed the secret spot. Something warm and soft. Something hard and insistent. Something that pushed in and parted the portal wider than the tongue. Something that dipped in and out causing Zekial's head to flop side to side. Something that slid inexorably deeper and deeper and deeper widening the path as it went. Opening the door to unbelievable pleasure. Sliding sparkling lights and fiery flares along its path. Across a place that arched Zekial's back right off the fur. Along a channel that flowed with slippery and hot stone nectar. Until it could go no further, no deeper. Then it seemed to flex and grow, a pulse, a shot of slick hot nirvana. It moved out, it moved back in. It stroked, it slid, it pummeled, it stirred. It drove Zekial to clench down, squeeze hard, push his pelvis towards his feet. Try to get another thumb's width, another finger's length, another hand's girth within to rub that place, to drag across that opening, to push aside those moist wet walls. "More!" "Faster!" "Harder!" "Slower there!" "Archimedes YES!" "There!" "Master, take me!" "Master, make me..." The Wizard's hands grabbed Zekial's living stones and waving lance. He squeezed them both as he thrust his lance and raised on his own knees between the boy's spread legs. "YOURS!" Golden Orechasm crashed over them again and each spewed boiling nectar as if to water their joining as one would water a garden, to make it grow more fruitful, more vibrant, more alive. They stayed locked together, vibrating with pleasure, for a small eternity. The Wizard striving upward to plunge deeper. Zekial striving downward to be plundered farther. Age seemed to fall away from the Wizard. Insecurity fled from Zekial. The tower flared that night and all the town of Liivka woke to see its golden glow. The never dying fire snapped and crackled to wake the two as sunlight made its first foray into the tower. Giggling over crusted stones and still slippery lances the two stood together under one of the Wizard's special clouds on the parapet and showered overlooking the town as the sun rose across the mountains and the Great Forest and lit up the city and the sea. Washing the boy created the inevitable risen lance and the Wizard turned the boy toward the sun and stroked him to an explosion of Red Orechasm. Over breakfast of grapes and fine white wine Zekial asked, "Did you ever find where Captain Apini gathered his Mermaid's Tears?" "No Minnow," the Wizard used the Captain's pet name for the boy. "That's a secret he guards more closely than even his fishing grounds. I fear once the Captain's gone the outflow of Mermaid's Tears may raise the rum level of the sea." They nibbled grapes and each mused on that first meeting day. Zekial was forever amazed that he had been there the only day which could have resulted in him meeting his Wizard. The Wizard was recalling the extraordinary circumstances after the interlude in the Captain's cabin. A knock on the door and voice announcing that the ship was within hailing distance brought the Wizard from his reverie on the boy breath gracing his chest. With a twiddle of his fingers he and the boy were dressed and standing in the wheel house of the fishing boat looking across at the approaching larger ship. If Captain Apini noticed that his Minnow's clothes seemed newer and of considerably better quality than a few hours before he chose not to say anything. "Send them three lamps, then two lamps then four lamps. they should reply with a single lamp. Anything else and steer hard at their midships. Have the men ready there will be a mighty wind if they answer incorrectly." "Aye, hear that mate? Man the lamp and pass the word. Signal when you are ready. She's the Tatsu Maru and looks to be a long way from home too." Seeing the correct reply the Wizard told the Captain, "they will have a crate for us. We'll need to transfer it the old fashioned way, they can't know what I am. The crate should weigh well less than a full net but should not get wet if it can be avoided." Seeing the Captain's raised eyebrows the Wizard finished with, "Nothing illegal for us in either the transfer or the cargo, just one merchant to another. Bit different from their side I would think, but as you say, they are a long way from home." "Aye," the Captain answered. Gesturing to Zekial to take the wheel the Captain stepped to the window. "Make ready to take cargo, the Tatsu Maru will send a line and we will return a hawser on a net." The Captain turned and lifted an eyebrow at the Wizard. "Mind if I use me secret weapon? 'Tis mighty choppy out there and would be easy to drop a cargo transfer into the deep." "As long as you can explain it to them so they won't be suspicious about me," the Wizard replied with an intrigued grin. "If one of them speaks fish bubble speak it'll all be good," the Captain answered. Taking a hailing horn from a spike on the wall the Captain looked at Zekial, "Keep her steady Minnow. When the Mate comes to relieve ya' dart off to the windward side rail." "Aye Captain, steady as she goes then windward side rail," Zekial called out his instructions. "Good Lad, don't know what I'll do without ya'," the Captain muttered as he went out and down on the deck. Through the open wheel house window Zekial and the Wizard could hear the conversation between the two boats. Captain Apini: Hoy! Eniman bubble fesh? Tatsu Maru: Aragato domo. Hai! Tatsu Maru: (different voice) OK eniman bubble fesh mi! Captain Apini: OK, fesh bōt blong mi hem mekem sile shado, mekem weiv flat chop chop OK? The mate came in to the wheel house and the Wizard watched Zekial dash down to the side away from the bigger ship. Tatsu Maru: OK mi lukem weiv flat. Captain Apini: Fesh bōt fin ovr mekem sile shado shō weiv flat chop chop NOW! The mate turned the wheel over hard and the HoneyB almost leaned completely over as she spun around and suddenly Zekial was much nearer the Tatsu Maru but most amazingly the choppy waters between the two ships was suddenly mirror flat. The sailors of the Tatsu Maru may have been astonished, but they were professionals and quickly a light line had been thrown across the flat water to the HoneyB whose own crew had just as quickly lashed it to a larger hawser that was fed through one of the towering trawler booms. At a sign of all the hands raised on the fishing boat the Tatsu Maru began hauling the light line and it's connected hawser back aboard. The hawser and net dipped in the water a few times and the Wizard wasn't sure this was all going to work but as the hawser went aboard the Tatsu Maru he decided maybe he could assist a little without giving away his secret. He needn't have worried. The Captain had made his way to the rail and was standing beside Zekial watching the Tatsu Maru. Tatsu Maru: Big Box hem hük, Tu hük yu yeinkem laen Captain Apini: OK yeinkum now As the Wizard watched the HoneyB crew began working a great winch and the line slowly tightened between the two boats. As it raised out of the water at first the boats began to drift together but the Wizard saw the Captain pat Zekial on the shoulder and say something and the boats pulled back apart and the line tightened again. It was almost as if the Mate had steered the boats apart, but he had checked and at least in their boat the wheel hadn't moved. Soon the large crate could be seen coming off the deck of the Tatsu Maru. A few more minutes and it was dangling directly over the center of the calm water between the ships. A few more minutes and it was against the wheel of the pulley atop the trawler boom. The Wizard couldn't see how they were going to get it down to the deck but the sailors did something and the boom swung around and like a full net it was lowered gently onto the cargo deck of the HoneyB. Unfastening the line from the Tatsu Maru the sailors all raised hands again and moved away from the rail. Captain Apini: Hük no hük, streit teil wurk, no rïf, sayonara Tatsu Maru: Streit teil wurk, no rïf yu. Tata! Captain Apini: Fesh bōt fin ovr Sile Shado haid chop chop NOW! And at that signal the Mate brought the ship hard over and as they sailed away from the Tatsu Maru the waters between them once again jumped to a wildly splashing chop. The Captain was snorting as he came back inside the wheel house, "Nerve of that bubble speak man ending with Tata. As if he'd sailed Northern waters all his life." Looking out the window he called out, "Minnow, hook that bottle of Mermaid Tears and swim up here on the double!" From somewhere on the deck the treble voice trilled out, "Aye Captain, haf a mo!" "Knew it! That blighty bubble man'll have the whole crew sounding like toffs for a week! Bet that'll drive you crackers back in your tower!" He pointed at the Wizard. "Why whatever do you mean gov?" The Wizard innocently asked. "Don't try playing no dumb games neither. I knows what's up even if'n you two don't yet. Here boy! Fill this cup and find one for him too. Maybe a drop of a dram for you while ya' be at it," the Captain grumbled at Zekial as he came in the door with the rum. Zekial took the cup from the Captain and filled it up and then looked around but only saw the silver cup that the Wizard had drawn from some secret pocket. Once he filled it the Wizard handed it back and indicated that Zekial should have the first drink. Taking the Captain's empty chair the Wizard pulled the boy in between his knees and once comfortable they began sharing the cup equally as the Captain fumed around shouting out the window at any sailor unlucky enough to be visible. Soon enough none of them were. As the Captain cooled down the Wizard started a conversation, "I admit Captain Apini, that silly shadow trick was quite the stunt. How do you pull that off with such a small boat. I know two large ships can create a calm space between them, but I didn't know it could be with ships of such disparate sizes?" "Ah, and ya' call yourself the Master Magician! Well then, ya'll just have to puzzle it out on your own won't ya'. At least this trip you didn't make a hash of me nets or any of me men. I'll thank ya' to arrive a little more quietly next time, like maybe ya' could leave quietly too. Like soon perhaps?" "Soon enough Captain, soon enough. And I don't call myself that. Uninformed simpletons call me that. I call myself a life-long learner. Come Minnow, lets go see how many bottles of these delicious Tears the Captain is holding below decks." Zekial wanted to ask about his new clothes, about the Orechasm that had crashed over him twice or was it three times, about the Wizard, about the Castle, about so many things. He figured the clothes would disappear along with the Wizard though and he'd best just stay mum like the Captain always advised. Perhaps there'd be another cuddle or nap or even chance to taste the Wizard's nectar once again. He followed belowdecks readily and eagerly, determined that he too would be life-long learner. Stepping into the cabin he was right, the rich clothes disappeared, but he was also wrong. The wizard was firmly present. Well, present and firm as evidenced by his cloak's total disappearing act. Time seemed to stand still in a shower of orange, red, silver and golden flowerings. The next morning as the boat came back to the harbor the chop was, if anything, worse. One of the older trawlers had even broken its mooring and was rolling on its side on the rocky shore line. Every wave and wind just caused it to rock or roll and the sound of splintering wood and groaning timbers carried above the gulls screaming. As the ship approached the quay the Wizard seriously wondered how they were going to get along side so that he could have the crate transferred from the boat to the large wagon that was already waiting. The six giant horses stamped their feet as they waited impatiently on the quay with water splashing on both sides of them. The nearer they came the choppier the waters seemed but the Captain kept a steady hand on the wheel apparently heading directly for the middle bollard on the quay. "Alright Minnow,fin up to the bows and make us fast to the end bollard. The lads'll get the crate transferred and then we'll back off and round the breakwater into the moorings. Once there I'm sure the Wizard will have a trick or two up his sleeve to get himself home and you ashore. Be good lad, think of us sometimes. Now scamper!" Zekial thought it was odd that the Captain almost seemed to be saying goodbye, but he scampered quick to the bows and as he focused on the bollard and the quay he breathed out and breathed in at a steady count and by the third breath the waters between the HoneyB and the quay were smooth as glass. The Wizard shook his head to be sure of what he was seeing, there was no call of the Captain, no trick of the mate, no sudden turning of the boat to cause some mechanism to descend or raise. The sea just calmed in the direction the boy was facing. Zekial threw a lazy loop of line around the bollard he had been instructed to tie off on and the men quickly rigged the crate to the boom and expertly swung it off the deck and above the wagon. The Wagon Master yelled at his boy to keep the horses still as he made hand signals and the crate was slowly lowered and tied off on the wagon. As the sailors returned the boom to its running position they playfully ruffled Zekial's hair and made half hearted feints in as if they would tickle him. As he focused on the men and the companionship and they all stood beneath the lee of the wheel house the ship pulled away from the quay and the Wizard could see the water was as choppy or even more so than before. It was in fact almost as if the chop saved up during the span of smooth water was now all catching up at once. The ship then rounded the breakwater and moved a little way down the coast and then came back in from the other side and they were at the anchorages. The water was much quieter here, but still wild enough that the old ship had broken her mooring and was slowly grinding away against the rocks. "Fool wouldn't buy a decent mooring line, now he'll have to buy a whole new boat or move in with his daughter and rot on the front porch. Watch again and apply that learning if ya've a mind," the Captain growled from the wheel toward the Wizard. Yelling out the window, "Mr Mate, I'll bring us near. Take the Minnow and make us fast." Sailing the boat past the line of mooring buoys the Captain seemed to be headed straight for the old ship and its fate when he heeled the boat over sharply, the crew expertly dropped the sails and the boat began coasting toward a brightly painted buoy. The water was still quite choppy and the buoy seemed to bounce up and down and back and forth except that as the boat drew nearer and nearer the waters stilled and the buoy quit jumping and the boy, hung from his heels by the Mate over the rail, quickly and efficiently tied not one but two strong lines to the buoy. As the Mate pulled the boy back aboard the crew let out a congratulatory bellow. Before the Wizard could hardly turn around Captain Apini was poking him strongly in the chest, "You hurt him and I'll filet you like the trash fish you'd be. Now take him and make him the best damn life-long learning Whale of a Wizard that you can!" As Zekial came back into the wheel house the Wizard reached out a hand, "Well Minnow, how'd you like hot meals and a warm bed every night in the castle." Without a hesitation the boy replied, "As long as the bed is yours." No lightning flash, no thunderous crash, but a small wispy trail of green smoke was all the Captain had to blink back from a tear. Zekial stood on the highest parapet, under the clearest blue sky. He and the Wizard: each naked, sun kissed and awed at the beauty of what was before them.