Here is another chapter in the on going voyage of the good ship Emerald, and the adventures of its Cabin Boy, Alexander Bartimus. I hope the story brings you joy. Please support the good work of this wonderful site by sending in a contribution. If you like my work please let me know. My e-mail is: robert1glynn@ymail.com. I love communicating with readers.
CABIN BOY
by ROBERT GLYNN
Chapter Four
I awoke the next morning in the arms of the Capitan. When he began to stir about, rising with the sun, I too, began to rouse.
The Capitan said, "Alexander, go back to sleep, you had quite a day yesterday. I'll send Tim Withe down later with food to break your fast."
I gratefully rolled over and drifted back to sleep.
The next thing I knew, I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder and heard, "Alexander, wake up, I've brung you breakfast."
I tossed my blanket off without thinking, and then realized I was naked and my little twelve year old boy cock was erect with a morning hard on.
"Oh, what a lovely sight to start my day, Alexander, and if you need to piss, I'd be more than glad to help you with it." Tim said with a sly grin.
"Do you really want to drink my piss again this morning, Tim?" I asked.
"Oh, darling boy, of course I want to drink your piss again. Now, and any time, every time, you'll let me, but your first morning piss, the very thought of it has already made my cock as hard as your's."
"Let me see it, Tim." I teased. As soon as I said it, Tim unbuttoned his trousers and let them drop round his boots. True to his word, Tim's cock was as hard as a spike. "So it is true, the thought of drinking my morning piss makes your cock hard."
"Aye, it does, master Alexander," Tim answered.
"Well, then it would be unkind of me to deny you. Please, partake of the aqua vita my body produces, dear friend."
"Let me get naked first, my darling boy." He sat on the bed beside me, pulled off his boots, removed his fallen trousers, and stockings, unbuttoned his waistcoat, removed his scarf, and pulled off his shirt. He then scrambled off the bed and stood naked before me.
Even though Tim had sucked my cock yesterday, the day we met, I had not yet seen him naked. Now, I got to looked at his eighteen year old, beautiful, young man's body.
Tim had short, cropped, coppery red hair and was clean shaven. He was slender and trim with not an ounce of fat on his well exercised, fit body. His pale, pale white skin, almost translucent, glowed with a faint blue under color from his veins. An attractive smattering of freckles graced his cheeks, nose, shoulders and arms. His body was smooth, flawless, and pure white, save where his face, neck and hands were exposed to the sun and sea. His eyes glistened green and bright, and his body was as hairless as a new born babe, except for a small, trim, patch of flaming red pubic hair above his cock and longer, bushy red patches under his arms. His cock was long, thin, and circumcised. It blushed with a faint rose color and was fully hard when it was first revealed to me. I thought it was beautiful, indeed, I thought he was beautiful. Tim got down on his knees, and knelt in front of me.
I stood before him, presenting my still hard penis, and let him take my boyish member in his mouth. We stayed unmoving, in that pose for a little bit, till I felt my cock soften just a touch, in spite of having it inside this young man's warm, wet, mouth.
I strained a little, wiling my water to flow, and saw Tim had begun playing with his own penis. Then I began to pee. "Tell me if you want me to stop," I said, and hearing nothing, I continued to piss till I had emptied my bladder completely, my first morning piss, into Tim's mouth, watching him swallow it all, while stroking his cock.
"What a way to start the day," I said.
When we were done, when I had pissed into this handsome young man's mouth, he said, "Ay, what a wonderful way to start my day, and now, it is time to eat your breakfast Alexander, before it grows cold."
"I've brung you three boiled eggs, Cookie says seven minutes in boiling water makes a perfect egg, jammy, not too hard. There's toast, butter, and strawberry jam, aplenty, and best of all, hot chocolate with red pepper."
"Hot chocolate with red pepper," I queried?
"Cookie, learnt to make it when we were last in Mexico, I know you'll love it."
Indeed, I did, the chocolate, a hot spicy drink, unlike anything I had ever tasted, was delightful. Tim pulled out the other chair at the table and watched me as I broke my fast. We were just two naked boys, sitting together, at the morning breakfast table.
Between bites I said, "Tim, what would the Capitan say if he returned to his cabin and found us together, naked, like this?"
"I'm sure he would comment on what a beautiful picture you presented, and, I suspect, he would commend me for obeying his orders," Tim answered.
"The Capitan ordered you to be naked with me?"
"Aye, he did, darling Alexander, not in so many words, but he asked me to spend the day with you. He said he wanted me to help prepare you to, both serve as the Cabin Boy on the Emerald, and to give up your cherry virgin boy cunt, and of course, I'll have to be naked to do that."
"Of course you will," I said before putting another bite of toast and jam I'm my mouth. "May I inquire as to just how you intend to prepare me to lose my anal virginity?"
"Oh, you shall see about that, my darling boy, but not just your ass hole cherry, mate, I'm going to teach you how to get fucked in your mouth as well."
"Fucked in my mouth?"
"Aye, you know some already about blow jobs, I reckon, after I sucked your dick yesterday, though you have a lot to learn about that as well."
"But in addition to sucking cock, a cabin boy has to take care of those sailors that like to fuck a lad's mouth, like they might fuck a girl's cunt. That's where a boy, like yourself, just open's his mouth, and the man using him, fucks in and out, going deep down into his throat. It's hard to do, your natural instinct is to gag when something enters your throat, but I can teach you how to do it."
"Mr. Copley fucked my mouth like that, yesterday," I said, "I thought I was going to vomit, and would have, if Mr. Copley had not done using me so quickly."
Tim laughed out loud, "Master Dick," he said in a somewhat scornful tone, "that bloke always cums no more than a minute after he starts, and thinks he's a Don Juan lover to top it off."
"Mouth fucking is an advanced technique, we're going to start you off on basic cock sucking, and I volunteer my cock for use in your education."
"You are a Christian Martyr, Tim Wythe, a Christian Martyr, it's not everyone who would give of themselves like that," I joked.
"Oh laddie, it's true, my motto is, `Always Thinking of Others' and I am more than happy to be of service to you."
"So, as you've broken your fast, perhaps you would be so kind as to kneel here before me and I'll teach you something about sucking a cock."
Tim Wythe had such a winning smile on his handsome face, I could do naught but as he requested.
I knelt between Tim's wide spread legs, as he sat in the Capitan's chair at the table, his cock had grown flaccid as I broke my fast. Tim took my chin in his hand, lifted my face toward his, as he bent down and kissed me full on the lips.
Then sitting up, he said, "Now, Alexander Bartimus, I want you to look at my cock and listen carefully to me."
"To be a great cock sucker, as I fancy I am, and as I know you will become, you have to fall in love with cock."
"Every man and boy, has a cock, and each of them is worthy of love and pleasure."
"There are all kinds of cocks, hard cocks and soft cocks, big cocks and small cocks, long cocks, short cocks, great fat cocks, skinny cocks, curved cocks, circumcised and uncircumcised cocks."
"There are dark cocks, pale cocks, red cocks, purple cocks, black cocks, brown cocks, and pink cocks, too."
"Some cocks are beautiful, and some are angry, and mean-looking. Cocks can be clean and cocks can be smelly, and certainly cocks can be cheesy."
"There are smooth cocks and hairy cocks, tiny little boy cocks, wrinkled old man's cocks, cocks gnarled with big veins, cocks with big heads, cocks dripping wet with their own juice, and cocks messy from the holes they've just been pulled out of, and you, you Alexander, have to learn to love them all."
I said, "Why, Timothy Withe, I do declare you are a poet, a poet of the penis."
"Aye, that I am, laddie," said Tim. "There are as many kinds of cocks as there are men and boys, and it is your job to bring pleasure to each and every one who serves the good ship Emerald."
Tim instructed me, saying, "Now, I want you to take my soft cock into you mouth, far enough in to be pleasing to you, not so deep as to feel uncomfortable." I did as he asked.
"Don't move," Tim continued, "not your lips, nor your tongue, I want you to just feel a man's cock in your mouth. I love having a man's soft cock in my mouth, and you will, too."
We stayed that way for a good long while, holding still, Tim's cock lying peacefully in my mouth. I realized I knew what Tim meant when he said he loved having a man's soft cock in his mouth.
Then, I felt movement, though neither Tim nor I had perceptibly moved. Instead, I became aware, Tim's cock was slowly growing, expanding, quickening, coming alive. His soft, still, cock was moving of its own will, trying to fill my mouth.
"Just let it be, Alexander," Tim said, "let it grow, let it push in, relax on it, let it peacefully stretch out and down toward your throat. Breath calmly, Alexander, breath deeply, and always breath through your nose. Remember you swallow food every day. Your throat knows how to swallow things."
"Now, my bonny lad, I want you to swallow some spit."
I did as Tim asked, producing spit and swallowing it around his cock, as Tim put his hands on my head and gently stroked my hair, while his cock grew longer.
The tip of his cock was at the very entrance to my throat, now, and I felt at the edge of gaging, but Tim's soothing voice, and relaxing touch, calmed me, and I let his cock lay deep inside me.
Then, quickly, Tim hunched forward, thrusting his cock deeply into my throat, his hands held strongly on my head preventing my withdrawal. I gagged, and Tim pushed in further, and further still, and then pulled his cock completely out of my mouth.
He pulled my head up toward his, and pushed his open mouth on mine for a kiss. I gaging a bit, with tears in my eyes, and I knew if I were to let my gaging go on, I would vomit into my friends mouth, so I restrained myself, calmed myself and felt Tim's tongue enter my mouth.
Tim broke our kiss, and said, "Very good, Alexander, very good, indeed, you took my cock deep in your throat. It will grow much easier with practice, and I shall make sure you get a great deal of practice." Tim licked the tears from my cheeks and eyes.
"Well, now, Alexander, you've had you first taste of throat fucking, let's try something a bit easier. Cocks need sucking but so do bollocks. Why don't you work on my stones with your pretty little mouth?"
This quick turn of events spun my head, and the gentle pressure of Tim's hands on my head, pushing me down onto his balls, brooked no resistance.
With my face all up in his scrotum, I took first one ball and then the other in my mouth. I must confess, I liked the feel of his of his soft, nearly hairless scrotum sack in my mouth and on my face, and the manly aroma and taste of Tim's ball sack was powerful and arousing.
One of his man orbs fit comfortably in my mouth and I used my tongue to lave the source of his man milk. I tried to suck his second egg into my mouth but they were simply to big to fit both. I settled to going back and forth, from one to the other, trying to give both balls as much pleasure and love as possible.
"That feels wonderful Alexander, but you can be a little rougher with my balls, tug on them with your mouth, bite on them just a wee bit, and nibble on my scrotal sack."
I did as he commanded and was rewarded with Tim's moan's. Tim continued, "Some men's bollocks are delicate and sensitive and must be treated with love only, but some men, and I'm one of them, like it harder, like it rougher."
Tim instructed me to take his balls from my mouth and to play with them with my hands. His scrotum was already wet with my spittle, but he had me spit even more, directly onto his balls. "Rub that around, little darling, get `em good and wet."
"Pull on my eggs, sweetheart. Now bounce them with your hand. Oh, that's good, gentle at first, then bit by bit get rougher, yeah, harder still. Oh, ooh, now slap them, Alexander. Don't be afraid, spank my balls, boy, yes, that's it, harder, now. Slap them, dear boy."
At this point Tim reached down and started masturbating his cock furiously. "Now, I want you to make a fist and hit my stones, hit them hard, don't be afraid, I want you to do it."
I did as he commanded, and punched his bollocks with my fist. "Ah," he groaned, "again, and harder still." I pulled my fist back, way back to my body, and pushed forward, as hard as I could. My fist slammed into his balls, and Tim howled.
He grabbed my hand and restrained me from a further blow. He released his hold on his own cock, and said, "Enough, enough, hold fast."
Tim fell back against the chair he was sitting on and I leaned back sitting between his legs, both of us panting in relief.
Then Tim said, "I want you to remember the ship's Captain loves a boy to do just that, to him."
"I'll remember, Tim Withe," I promised.
After a few moments to recover from what we had done, Tim said, "Not many men like having their balls punished like that, but some do, as I do, as the Capitan does."
"I can't say why, such is so, but it is, so it will be your duty to discover what a man likes and give it to him. Do you understand Alexander?"
"I do, Tim, I do." I answered.
"I think its time to explore in another direction young master Alexander. Let's play with your boy cunt."
"My boy cunt?" I queried, "I thought only girls have cunts?"
"Oh no, indeed, both girls and Cabin Boys have cunts, and we're going to play with yours. Before we do, I expect you'll need to evacuate your bowels this morning."
"I do," I said, "shall I use the chamber pot?"
"No, not this time, Alexander, though I'll want to watch you using the chamber pot some other time," answered Tim, "but, now, let me show you the head, I expect you'll be spending some considerable time in the head fulfilling your duties as Cabin Boy."
"The head" I queried, "what is that?"
"Come," said Tim, "I'll show you." And having said, he moved to the cabin door and opened it, biding me to leave the Capitan's cabin, naked, with him.
"Do we not need clothes," I said, "to walk about the ship?"
"Oh, darling, you are the Cabin Boy, you'll be naked from now on, while aboard the Emerald, you might as well become accustomed to it. Any who see you naked will be glad for it, and there is no one on the ship who has not only seen me naked, but has fucked me, not once, or twice, but many times. Now, come on, bonny boy."
The Capitan's cabin is on the quarterdeck, a raised deck, at the stern, or rear of the ship. It is, of course, the most spacious, and luxurious cabin, and the stern most wall of his cabin is filled with glass windows looking out onto the sea.
Above the quarter deck, lies the poop deck, where the other officers of the ship, are housed and the roof of the poop deck is the stern deck, from which the ship is steered.
Below the quarter deck lies the gun deck, which is much open to the air, and houses the ship's cannon and guns, as the Emerald is well equipped to defend herself. The carpenters workshop, the galley, and some other work spaces are also housed on the gun deck. Above the gun deck, in the large middle of the ship, is the main deck, open to the sky.
Below the gun deck lies the crew's quarter deck, along with some other work spaces, for sails, rope and others. Below that, the vast ship's hold, and below that the bilge and ballast lay.
Tim, led me, naked, out of the Capitan's cabin down a narrow passage, past several closed doors, to a steep stairway leading down to the gun deck, and thence through the gun deck, toward the prow, which is the foremost part of the great ship.
We passed men working on the gun deck, who expressed no surprise at seeing two naked boys, but greeted us with what appeared to be considerable interest. As we approached the prow, the gun deck narrowed and ended in a wall that held a single door.
Passing through the door we entered a relatively small triangular space open to the sky, with the bowsprit, which is a spar, a large rounded, pointed, wooden beam, bisecting the space and extending out in front of the ship.
"This, Alexander, is the head, the necessary. It is where the men relieve themselves," Tim explained, and with that explanation, I began to make sense of what I was seeing.
"The wind is always blowing from the stern of the ship, filling our sails and pushing us forward. Often we tack or jibe into the wind, where the sails are angled allowing the wind to sweep across the deck from port or starboard to change our course in relation to the wind, but we are always sailing with the wind. In using the head you should choose the side away from the wind, to keep the ship clean."
"Here," Tim gestured to two rows of benches, one on either side of the head, "you see each bench accommodates four holes that lie above four holes in the deck and through the hull, due to the curving of the hull what falls below, passes straight into the ocean blue"
"A man can evacuates his bowels and the resulting mass is swept away by wind and waves."
"That barrel," Tim pointed again, "is filled with sea water, to clean your fundament, the cups there are used to fetch it, to wash your bottom and to wash down below the bench if it's needed."
"That bucket and rope is used to replenish the barrel from the sea, and to clean below should more water be needed."
"All is, as both the Capitan and Surgeon insist, quite hygienic. Now would you care to use the facilities?"
I was accustomed to defecating in front of others, many public facilities, as well as private water closets and privies, in London served more than one patron at a time.
I sat on the bench and was not entirely surprised when Tim got down on his knees before me and said, "If you wish to make water again, I would take it from you, if you please."
I spread my legs wide in invitation to my new friend, and had begun to empty my bladder into Tim's mouth and my bowels into the ocean below us, when the door swung open and three men entered.
"Oh what a lovely sight," said the oldest of the three, a gentleman of maybe, forty-five or fifty years.
"And what a pretty boy, who has his cock in Tim Wythe's mouth," said one of the two young sailors who accompanied him.
"Are you drinking his piss, Tim, like your drink mine," the other sailor asked?
My urine flow, uninterrupted, kept Tim from answering, but he nodded his head, yes, as best he could with my dick pissing in his mouth.
"Perhaps we can join these two fun loving boys," the older man said as he began to loosen and lower his trousers, "the bench has holes aplenty for us all."
"Aye," the two young men agreed as they, too, dropped their trousers, before joining me on the bench.
By this time, I had emptied my urine in Tim's belly, and Tim pulled off my cock to say, "Mr. O'Higgins, allow me to present our new Cabin Boy, Alexander Bartimus. Alexander, this is Mr. Osgood O'Higgins, he is the ship's Carpenter, responsible for keeping the Emerald working, and sailing, in tip top shape."
"Very pleased to meet you, Mr. O'Higgins." I said.
"And I you, Alexander, but please, no need to be formal, I insist that any beautiful, naked boy, such as yourself, please call me Osgood."
"Thank you, Osgood."
"And these two handsome sailors, are Osgood's apprentices, Enoch Gwynn, and Jacob Riley," Tim said, adding, "I was just showing Alexander the head, and about to explain some of the fun that can go on here for a Cabin Boy. I've also been teaching Alexander of the art of cock sucking as the Captain ordered me to do."
Enoch jostled Jacob and said, "No better teacher of the art of cock sucking than Tim Wythe, eh Jacob?"
Jacob looked at me and said, "I hope he can teach you to swallow my great dick as well as he does."
Tim responded, "Jacob is well known for having the second largest cock on the Emerald."
"Only the second largest?" Jacob said incredulously.
"If you don't believe me, Jacob Riley, and who, I would ask, would know better than me? Then why don't you ask the Capitan if you can suck his cock, I'm sure he'd let you, and you can see for yourself who has the bigger cock."
Both Osgood and Enoch laughed out loud, and Jacob said, "I'll take your word for it Tim."
"But that reminds me, Osgood, I am teaching Alexander his duties as Cabin Boy, and I wonder if I might have loan of these two lovely sailors to assist me for a couple of hours at four bells this midday watch. I promise they will return to your shop happier lads than when they left it."
"Its fine with me, if its good with them." Both boy's whooped in delight, and Osgood said, "Four bells then."
"In the Capitan's cabin," Tim said.
"Perhaps, Osgood," Tim continued, "in gratitude for your apprentices help, you would accept a gift from our sweet Alexander. He's not yet a master cock sucker, still, there is something special about getting your cock fagged by a virgin boy."
"I'd be honored," Osgood answered.
"The honor would be mine, Osgood," I said.
"Lads," said the Carpenter, addressing his shop boys, "since Alexander and Tim will be granting you their sexual favors this afternoon, perhaps you could leave us, to allow me some brief time with them alone."
The two lads, grateful for the planned dalliance later, pulled up their trousers and bid us adieu.
I knew their departure was my cue to pleasure Mr. O'Higgins, but I had some unattended business to complete first.
"Tim" I said, "I need to clean my bottom."
"Oh," Tim said, "you do, you do. Hmm, I'll wager Osgood might be interested in that, and of some help therein."
"Indeed, I would," Osgood answered, "you know me well, Timothy Wythe."
Tim instructed me to rise up from the toilet bench and to turn round facing it. "Alexander," Tim said, "step up on the bench." He put his hands on my hips to guide me, then bid me bend forward, and spread my feet as wide apart as I could on the bench. This more fully exposed my beshat anus to these two curious observers.
"Now, Alexander, can you reach behind and spread your buttocks so Mr. O'Higgins may more closely inspect, and perhaps clean, that lovely boy cunt."
"What a beautiful bottom," Mr. O'Higgins said, bending down close to inspect my exposed, and, I could only presume, dirty bung hole.
I must admit, I was blushing with embarrassment, to be so examined by a perfect stranger, and my friend, "Why would any man want to look at my dirty bottom?" was all I could think.
No such thought seemed to echo from my friend Tim Wythe, who sounded as interested in my dirty hole as was Osgood.
"It is a lovely hole," Tim said, "is it not? The innocence of his, virgin, hairless, little boy hole, is somehow made more striking by the naughty, dirtiness that surrounds it, don't you think, Osgood?"
"I do, I do," Osgood exclaimed, "both sweet and naughty, and virgin you say?"
"Virgin, indeed," Tim replied, "though the Capitan intends to take his anal cherry soon."
This entire experience was, I know of no other way to describe it, unbelievable to me. I simply did not know what to make of it, as I stood bent over displaying my most intimate and private part, in the condition it was in. Then it got stranger yet, when Mr. O'Higgins lowered his voice and said to Tim, "Do you think I could I clean him in my own special way, Tim?"
"I don't see why not," answered Tim, "to repay the favor of the loan of your apprentices."
Turning my head to see, as best I could, what was going on, I saw the old carpenter get down on his knees behind me, and felt his hands, one on each of my buttocks. He spread my buttocks even wider than I had been spreading myself.
I felt the old man's breath on my hole, and then, unbelievably, I felt his mouth upon my dirty bung, kissing it like a man might kiss a maid.
His tongue penetrated my anus, pushed in past my sphincter. Osgood was kissing my dirty nether hole. Oh, I thought, this man, was licking, tonguing, and sucking my dirty bum.
The pressure of Tim's hand on my back let me know he wanted me to allow this, the strangest of things I had yet experienced, to continue.
I trusted Tim, I was dependent on him to guide me, and so I stayed bent over, and allowed this stranger to lave my beshited hole.
This continued on a goodly while, and I could tell by the motion behind me that Osgood was masturbating, while he did, what he was doing, to me.
Was this not proof, I thought to myself, that what he was doing brought him great pleasure? This thought brought me comfort.
Suddenly, I heard Mr. O'Higgins groan out loud and I knew he was ejaculating. This reassured me, because I knew at least I was not doing something that was causing harm, or was wicked, but rather I was bringing an old man joy.
Osgood fell away from me and sat back on the deck. Tim raised his restraining hand from my back and I stood up and then stepped down off the bench.
I saw Mr, O'Higgins had shot a prodigious amount of his man milk on the deck before the toilet bench. I saw, too, Tim's penis was a hard stiff rod, and noted my own hard little pricklet was sticking straight up.
Tim said, "Well, Osgood, did that bring joy to your heart?"
"Aye, lads, more joy than I've know in a great while, I thank you both."
"Good, now I need to get this young Cabin Boy back to the Capitan's quarters, we have a great deal of work to do. We bid you a good day Osgood."
"Good day, Timothy, good day, Alexander, and thank you, dear child."
We took our leave, and walked back through the gun deck, up to the quarter deck and into the Capitan's quarters.
When we were there, I said, "Tim, I'm very confused, how can it be that a man could do what Mr, O'Higgins did, how can it be that what I did was right?"
Tim answered, "Oh, Alexander, the truth of the matter is, the human heart wants what the heart wants. Some men want the love of a wife and children. Some want a beautiful boy in their bed. Some are drawn to pain, some, like me, like to drink piss, some like Osgood want a boy's dirty bottom. The heart wants what the heart wants."
"But I don't understand how a man can want to do what Mr. O'Higgins did?" I said, "How can that be?"
"I know Alexander, I understand, and just two days ago, you could not have known a man could want to fuck a boy, or a boy might want to suck a cock. But the heart wants what the heart wants."
Then, turning things around, like a fairy dancing on a flower, Tim picked me up in his strong arms and spun me round and round, dancing with me in his arms in the Capitan cabin.
He kissed me, and when he stopped our whirling dance, he said, "But now its time for me to play with the beautiful boy hole Mr. O'Higgins so thoughtfully cleaned for us."
Tim tossed me down on the Capitan's bed, rolled me over on my belly, crawled between my legs, and buried his face between my buttocks.
For the second time in my life, and in the space of only few minutes, I felt a man's tongue trying to wiggle into my anus.
Tim spent the longest time, kissing, licking, sucking and tongue fucking my butt hole, what he called my boy cunt. It felt wonderful and naughty, and I had to admit to myself, it made me feel good and I wanted it to go on, and on.
I wondered, to myself, would Tim do the same thing to me, if my hole was dirty? Would he want to do what Osgood did?
After the longest time of Tim pleasuring my boy cunt with his mouth, he raised up and said, "Will you do the same to me Alexander?"
"Indeed, I will Tim Wythe," I answered, and indeed I did.
Putting my face between Tim's buttocks, and then putting my mouth directly on his anus was surely strange, and I thought I might be repelled being so close to another boy's fundament. But, if the truth be told, in only moments it felt thrilling and exciting. I pushed my little boy tongue as deeply into Tim Wythe's anus as I could go. I liked it. I liked the taste. I liked eating a boy's hole, a man cunt.
After a good long while eating Tim's man cunt, he pulled me up beside him and kissed me. "Yum," he said, "you taste like my hole."
I answered, "And you taste like mine."
"Now, lay back down, on your tummy again, I'm going to finger fuck your sweet pussy."
Tim, sitting beside me, made a show of wetting his middle finger in his mouth, and then proceeded to wiggle his finger past my sphincter and into my rectum. I was being penetrated by a man. I was being fucked, finger fucked, and, I must admit it, I loved it.
For the next longest while, Tim played with my boy cunt, as I had begun to think of it. He played with his finger and his mouth, and after a while with two fingers. He went as deep up inside me as he could and found a place inside me that gave me great thrills and pleasure when he touched it.
Tim kept me wet with his saliva, as he moved his finger in and out, and all around inside me. He talked to me all the while, telling me how he loved my cunt and how all the men on the Emerald were going to fuck me, and how the Capitan was going be the first to put his great cock into my boy hole.
When he stopped, he put his fingers in my mouth and had me suck them and asked if I could taste my boy cunt on his hand.
"I do," I said, "I do."
After this, he lay on his back and brought his legs up to his chest, offering his cunt to me, and had me do to him, as he had done to me.
We paused only when the ships bell rang midday watch, and Tim went naked to the galley to fetch a midday meal for us. When he returned, we supped on beef soup with cheese and bread, a raw onion, and glasses of small beer.
When Tim had taken the dishes back to the to the galley and returned to me, he said the morning had made him horny and asked me if I would suck his cock and make him cum. He said he would like to just lay still, and let me, take as much time as I'd like to draw out his man milk.
I sucked and played with Tim's beautiful cock for a long, long while, till, eventually, he filled my mouth with his sperm which I greedily drank down. When I was done, Tim gathered me in his arms and we both fell into an afternoon sleep.
Tim woke me with a kiss and said, "Dear one, they just rang four bells and the sailor boys will soon be here to play with us." He no sooner spoke than there was a rapping on the cabin door.
Tim rose, leaving me behind in the Capitan bed, opened the door and ushered Enoch and Jacob in.
"Well," Tim said, "you'er here as Mr. O'Higgins instructed, and under my command, as directed by our Capitan, to assist in training Alexander," he gestured toward me, "our new Cabin Boy."
"You both must do as I tell you, and the most important rule is you may not bugger young Alexander, that is the Capitan's privilege. Is that clear?"
"Aye, Tim Wythe," both boys answered, and Enoch repeated, "we're to do as you tell, and no fucking the boy's ass hole,"
"Exactly," Tim responded, and turning to me he said, "now, Alexander, if you will undress Enoch first, we will start."
Eager to the task, I knelt naked at Enoch's feet and lifted his foot, while he balanced himself by placing his hand on my head. I removed his shoe and stocking, and repeated the process with the other foot.
Next I unbuttoned his trousers, lowered them round his ankles and, assisted while he stepped out of them. This revealed Enoch wore no undergarment and that his thin, straight, beautiful cock, was already fully engorged and rampant.
Next, I stood and unbuttoned his shirt, slipped it over his shoulders, leaving the winsome youth naked before us.
Enoch, the younger of the two, I later learned he was sixteen years old, was slender, built rather like Tim, but a couple of inches shorter. With his long black hair caught in a pony tail, lively brown eyes, and full red lips, he was easy to look at.
"Now, do the same for Jacob." Tim instructed me.
In only a moment Jacob stood as naked as the rest of us. Unlike Enoch, his cock was not yet erect, but hung, long and fat, down over a set of equally large, low hung stones, with his foreskin extending in a fleshy nozzle well past the tip of his cock. It was clear that when this great devil grew hard it would, indeed, be a remarkably large cock. The second biggest on the Emerald, Tim had promised.
Jacob was a man, not a youth. Again, I later learned, he was twenty-four years old, six years older than Tim, eight years older than Enoch, and twelve years older than myself, double my tender age.
His skin was darker than the fair Enoch. His eyes, and hair, a chestnut brown. He was hirsute, with a manly showing of hair on his bosom, trailing down past his navel, to a shaggy pubic bush, and with dark hairs on his lower arms and legs, as well, I saw, on his toes.
"Boys," Tim said, "I've been teaching young master Alexander how to kiss and suck a man's bung hole. I thought we could start with that, if you have no objections."
There being no objections raised, Tim directed the two young naked sailors to get on their hands knees on the Capitan bed, while Tim knelt behind Jacob, and I behind the beautiful Enoch.
Enoch, when I placed my mouth on his nether mouth, tasted of a male musk that was strong and, strange to say, most appealing to me.
He had been working below deck all morning and into the afternoon and was, by now, fragrant with his labors. Before today, I believe, I would have found such a taste repellent, but, now instead, I found it intriguing, arousing, and oh, so very sexual.
I found myself deeply captured in the act of offering oral love to Enoch's anus.
I kissed his hole, and licked it, and sucked it, and fucked it with my tongue. Under my ministrations, I heard Enoch moan and sigh, and felt him open himself to me.
He pushed out, and I felt his anus open and welcome my tongue's attention, as an open, gaping hole. I pushed in deeper, entering the beautiful youth's equally beautiful rectum.
In a delirium of fantasy, I wish I could push my head inside this gorgeous boy.
As from a distance, I heard a voice calling me. I realized it was Tim, calling, urging me to trade holes with him.
I came up for air, and we swapped man cunts.
Behind Jacob now, I approached his hole with a new understanding, and a greater appreciation, of what a man's nether hole was.
This was a man's bung, dark, hairy, hot and moist. Its smell, what was left after Tim's mouthing, hinted at powerful funk that somehow both repelled and attracted me, at the same time.
Jacob's hole, glistening wetly with Tim's saliva, kissed me back when I kissed it, as Jacob clenched and unclenched his sphincter.
This hairy hole felt so different on my lips and tongue, in dramatic contrast to the smooth, sweet, softness of Enoch's cunt.
Different, I realized, but just as filled with delight.
I worked as passionately, licking, sucking, kissing and tongue fucking Jacob, until Tim raised up from behind sweet Enoch and said, "Would either, or both of you boys, be willing to return the favor of a nether kiss to young Alexander's cunt, to aid in his education?"
"Not to my taste," Jacob quickly said, but turning to young Enoch he added, "I reckon you might like a taste of boy pussy, eh, mate?"
Giggling like a child, Enoch threw himself on his back on the bed and said, "Aye, come sit on my face, laddie, I'm more than willing to do my part in educating our youth."
Tim guided me to sit on Enoch's face in such a way that we could preform an "anal sixty-nine," as he called it. My boy cunt on Enoch's mouth, as Enoch bent his legs to his shoulders and raised his ass hole for my kissing, and my boy cunt on Enoch's mouth.
"Is that not as pretty a sight as you've ever seen," Tim asked Jacob?
"Aye, they are both as pretty as girls," Jacob responded, "and, that's for sure."
The two sailors, sat side by side on the bed fondling their own hard cocks, and watched as we two pleasured each others
cunts.
It was not to long till I heard Tim say, "I believe its time for Alexander to practice his cock sucking. What say you Jacob?"
"Time for cock sucking, indeed, Tim Wythe."
Tim lined up the three naked sailors, sitting on the bed side by side, with me naked on my knees on the floor in front of them. Tim arranged the boys according to cock size.
Enoch was first, on the left in the line, his cock beautiful, thin and straight, and definitely on the small size, not so much larger than my own little boy cock, maybe four and a half inches long.
Tim was next, in the middle, his cock was larger in girth than Enoch's, slightly curved downward, toward his balls, and about six, maybe six and a half inches long.
The first cock I ever really sucked, it set the standard for me and, to this day, is still what I think of as the perfect, most beautiful cock.
Then there was Jacob. Jacob's massive tool hung down limply over a massive set of balls. There was nothing small about Jacob's genitalia, as he sat, without an erection, before us. It was obvious that engorged with blood and rampant it would be truly elephantine. Soft, it appeared as big around as my wrist, as long as my forearm, and it's outsized cock head as large as my clenched fist. I had no idea how I could do more with it than admire it.
Tim told me to suck Enoch's cock. It fit easily in my mouth and I began going up and down on his lovely meat, sucking, licking, and doing my best to pleasure this pretty sailor boy.
All the while I sucked Enoch's cock, Tim offered a running stream of advice, encouragement, and naughty talk. He called me a slut, a slattern, and a minx, and told me to eat Enoch's cock, to drain the milk from it, and to swallow his seed. He told me my purpose, my only purpose, was to worship his cock and to pleasure it.
I remembered what Tim had told me about taking a cock into my throat earlier in the morn. I calmed myself, swallowed some spit, breathed deeply through my nose and took all of pretty Enoch's pretty cock into me.
I gagged just a bit, but I calmed my mind and pressed on, till my lips kissed the flesh at the base of his cock. I did it, I took all of Enoch's cock with its head in my throat. I pulled up on his cock till only the head was in my mouth, and then pressed down again, taking it all, taking it into my throat, this time without gagging.
Tim keep talking, and I keep sucking, and playing, sometimes with my mouth and sometimes into my throat.
Soon enough I felt Enoch moving closer to release and the spilling of his semen. It was then, the ever observant Tim told me to stop and get off the young man's cock. "We don't want this to end to early."
"It's my turn now, Alexander," Tim said, "come here and show me what you can do." I scooted over between Tim's legs and took his rampant penis into my mouth.
Tim had briefly thrust his cock deep into my throat earlier, so I knew it was possible for me to take it fully, as I had just done to the smaller cock of Enoch. However, Tim was still certain to be a greater challenge than young pretty Enoch.
The day had been such a sexual adventure, and I felt so aroused, that I determined I would worship Tim's cock to the fullest. I again calmed my mind, focused on breathing and swallowing and went down on Tim's penis. I gaged and pulled back, and tried again. I gagged again, and this time pushed through it, taking Tim's cock all the way into me, and letting it stay there for a while.
When I pulled back up, to leave only the head and some of the shaft in my mouth, Tim, with my head in his hands, pulled me off his cock and bent down and kissed me.
He broke the kiss and said, "What a beautiful, wonderful cocksucker your are, Alexander Bartimus."
I spent the next few minutes in worshipful adoration of Tim's penis and listening to his murmuring encouragements, endearments, and instructions. Many times I took his entire cock in my throat.
Before he reached orgasm, Tim puled out of my mouth and sent me over to suck Jacob's massive fuck meat.
"Now, it is a challenge, even for me, to take all of Jacob's great cock," Tim said, "so don't hurt yourself, go as far as you can, and with practice you'll be able to take more."
Kneeling between Jacob's legs I took his gigantic cock in my two hands and first examined it. It was as big as a baby's arm, with the fist holding a crabapple, as big as my forearm and fist.
I have said, Jacob's skin was darker than fair Enoch's, a beautiful mahogany in color, but his dick was darker still, almost the color of the chocolate I had drunk with Tim this very morning. I leaned forward and deeply inhaled the male fragrance rising from Jacobs groin.
Pressing my face against Jacob's cock, I smelled and tasted his maleness, his magnificent cock filled my senses. I wanted to worship it, just as Tim had told me I should in my position as the Cabin Boy on the Emerald.
But, how could I? I was forbidden to take a cock up my ass, I was required to save my boy cunt for the Captain, who was even bigger than Jacob. So, that wasn't an option, and even if it was, I was fearful of taking his great meat in my tiny little boy bottom.
Could I even fit this massive meat cudgel in my mouth? Looking at it, feeling it, smelling it, I feared I could not. Even if I could fit this sexual monster in my mouth, how could I take it in my throat?
I looked from Jacob's cock up to Tim's beautiful face. He smiled at me. "Come on boy-o, just give it a try, just play with it."
I bent down and kissed Jacob's cock. I licked it. I tasted it, and smelled it. Sniffing it, to take in it's manly aroma.
Then I went down on it. Taking as much of it in my mouth as I could. My fear of the great phallus must have deceived me, for while it filled my mouth completely, still I was able to take the entire head and some bit of the shaft into me.
"That's it darling boy," Tim encouraged, "ride that beast."
Enoch, too, offered encouragement, and I felt him move behind me, and begin to play with my boy cunt.
Under Tim's guidance, I pulled back off Jacob's cock and ran my tongue around the tip of its head, and into the nozzle of his foreskin. Once my tongue was inside his hood, I licked all around the head of the cock, this time tasting a powerful flavor of something, some substance, coating his helmeted head.
I pulled back off the cock, and worked his foreskin down on its shaft, revealing a whitish substance. Tim saw, what I saw, and said, "Ah, that's cock cheese laddie, eat that up, that is the very essence of a man's cock."
I did as he said, and found the potent, smelly, cheese like substance to my liking. A taste not unlike the combination of a very ripe washed cheese I remembered my father sometimes ate, and a smelly old goat.
"Lick the underside of that cock head," Tim instructed, "and all his cock as well. His stones need loving, too."
I did as Tim commanded.
"Take him back in your mouth, Alexander. See how far you can go down on him." When I reached my gaging point and began to retch, Tim pushed gently on my head and urged me further down.
My eyes ran with tears, and I gaged. I remembered what Tim had taught me and calmed myself. I breathed through my nose, and swallowed. Tim seeing my response, pushed me further down on Jacob's cock, much further.
I felt the great cock slide down my gullet.
As the second longest cock aboard the Emerald pushed down my throat I could no longer restrain myself, and felt my gorge rising. I pushed back off Jacob's cock quickly, only to spew slime and mucus from my throat, and nose all over Jacob's cock and groin.
"By god's wounds, I love having a boy puke on my cock." I heard Jacob say, as tears, snot, and slime ran down my face.
Tim pulled my face up to his and said, "That was beautiful, Alexander, and you have pleased Jacob. Let me clean your face some."
To my amazement Tim began to lick the slime, tears and snot from my face, and after a few moments he added, "Now, I want you to clean Jacob's cock, then suck him, again my darling Alexander."
I was amazed at what Tim was asking me to do, however, I had seen what he had done, and I must confess, I was so sexually aroused by all that had gone on, I willingly complied.
In only a few moments, I was again orally impaled on Jacob's vast organ, and this time I took him even farther, though there was still much farther to go.
"Enough," I heard Tim say, "you've done enough, young master Alexander. I'll finish Jacob, that wet cock will go easily enough down my throat. Enoch, if you will show Alexander some well deserved loving, I believe we will all have that which we desire."
Indeed for the next long while we all had what we desired. Tim reveled in the mess I had left on Jacob's cock and crotch, and Jacob fucked Tim's face, and throat for a great long while.
Enoch and I kissed and hugged. He licked, and sucked my face and bosom, which were covered in slime and played with my boy cunt, while I sucked his beautiful, beautiful cock. I brought him to a great orgasm in my mouth which I greedily drank down.
Enoch brought me to my first shuddering sexual completion, with his mouth on my penis and his fingers in my cunt, though I, of course, produced no milk.
When the four of us lay collapsed in each others arms, Tim said, "Well boys, you have greatly aided in young master Alexander's education, and I'm sure he will repay you many times over on our voyage. But now, it will not be long till the Capitan attends our new Cabin Boy, and we must bid you adieu."
When the young sailors had dressed and kissed me and left, I said to Tim, "Thank you, Tim Wythe, you have given me so much, and I have nothing to give you, save my thanks, and my love."
"There is nothing more I could want that that, my darling boy."
We kissed, and I said, "Must you leave me now?"
"No dear boy, the Capitan said I should await him with you, and we would dine together, and we will see what comes."