The Golden Cockerel Part One
By Bald Hairy Man e mail bldhrymn@aol.com or at Bldhrymn@excite.com
This is a fantasy, for men, not kids, not for anyone who got to this site by accident, not expecting to find gay stories. No effort at realistic or safe sexual practices has been made. If you have any comments, please send them to me at bldhrymn@aol.com
It was a long trip to Walsingham's country house. The weather was good for the early spring in England. It was warm and only drizzling a little. I had no idea why I was being called to meet the Queen's chief advisor and spy master. The messenger who fetched me was closed mouthed. The house came into view after a three-hour horse ride. I am a sailor, and horses seemed to me to be a painful way to travel. This ride confirmed that prejudice.
The house was large, low and rambling in the typical English manner. The gate keeper let us in without question. He obviously expected us. A servant took my damp cloak and took me to a small room with a roaring fire in a corner fireplace.
"They will be with you in a moment." He said. I didn't know who "they" were, but it was unwise to be too curious in the proximity to the high and the mighty. Much to my surprise Sir Walter Raleigh entered the room, with a man I didn't know.
"Good to see you Robin!" Sir Walter greeted me like an old friend. "Robin FitzWilliam, meet John Bullock, Lord Walsingham's privy secretary."
"Master Robert." Bullock shook my hand, "Sir Walter says that you are the finest ships master in England." He looked pale and somber in his black clerical robe. He dressed as a member of the Puritan party as one would expect of someone in Walsingham's employ. His handshake was firm and strong.
"Sir Walter is very kind." I said.
"Robin has designed some of the finest and fastest ships we have." Sir Walter said. "And he runs the heathiest ships in the kingdom. He's never told me his secret, either he picks the strongest men on the seas, or he has some magic potion that keeps them alive on long voyages." Sir Walter knew the reason for my success. He had spent a week on my ship and knew it all, so I was uneasy about our conversation. He was well known as a plotter and schemer.
"Her Majesty needs your services Master Robin." Bullock said. "We have a mission for you." The "her majesty" in the preface of the sentence, showed that this was a command, not a request. "We want a ship to explore and map the Spaniard's colonies in America."
"Explore New Spain or spy on New Spain." I asked.
Both men laughed heartily. "I wasn't aware there was a difference!" Sir Walter said. "We need information, and you are the only master in England who could have enough men to both stay at sea, and have enough sailors to sail her back."
"We will pay you of course." Bullock said. I was well aware of her Majesty's frugality and I had little hope for this. He named a price. It was generous. Very generous. He saw the look on my face. "Lord Walsingham is funding the expedition." He explained.
We soon were immersed in the plans for the enterprise. It was well planned. That must have been Walsingham's doing. Sir Walter was partial to bold and impossible schemes that did little but cost money and add to his fame as an adventurer.
It was getting late and dinner was served in the next room. The food was good and the wine and beer generous. If the scheme worked, I would become a wealthy man. If It failed, I would be dead, but that was the result of failed sea voyages anyway. The opportunity for wealth occupied my mind and I could not shake it loose.
I realized that the house was all but empty. Walsingham was not there, and the few servants and guards were wearing Sir Walter's livery.
"Mr. Bullock will, of course, accompany you." Sir Walter dropped this grenade without warning.
"It is difficult for a land man to accustom himself to the ways of the sea." I said. "It is not the Queen's barge on the Thames."
"John is a scholar and a gentleman, but also is a most hearty fellow!" Sir Walter said. "Don't be tricked by his clerical weeds!"
I did not object as strenuously as I should have. The wine dulled my senses. The conversation rambled and Sir Walter said it was time to go to bed. He rose and we returned to the first room. He pressed a panel on the wall and opened a concealed door. We entered a small passage that took us to a small bedroom. Sir Walter showed me a closet that contained a privy. It was over the moat so there was none of the usual stench of that sort of place.
There was a basin for washing and while the room was small, a fire made it warm. We were to sleep together. That wasn't that unusual, but in such a great house it struck me as odd. I was in my shirt, and was getting into bed, when Walter and Bullock joined me, shirtless and naked.
Walter was an impressive figure of a man, once stripped of his popinjay trappings. He was slim and muscular, his goatee and thin mustaches matched the chest hair and a thin trail of hair that connected his chest to his bush. His cock was long and thin. Bullock was heavily bearded and was a thick, bull of a man, covered in red hair and hung like a bull. I looked at his cock in admiration. He looked me in the eye, he took hold of his cock, pulled back the skin and exposed his purple -red cock head.
"Into bed!" He ordered. I was in the middle of bed with Walter to port and Bullock to starboard.
"Now. Tell me about your magic potion!" Bullock asked. "Raleigh has told me the outline design of your scheme. Cunningly wrought, it seems to me." The bed was not large and both men pressed against me. Raleigh had his hand on my privates. We spent a week sleeping together the last time we met, so I was well acquainted with his tender touch. I didn't expect the second hand. Bullock was stroking my cock, while Raleigh fondled my balls.
"Don't worry, Master Robin. We are all members of the same brotherhood." Bullock said. "Sir Walter initiated me several years ago."
"Let me tell you, Robin. John did some initiating himself! I had to tell the Queen I hurt myself riding a horse!" We all laughed. I felt John's cock.
"Nothing like good English oak!" I said. "I'd rather ride that than a damned bucking horse."
"You will by the end of the night you'll ride a bucking bull." John said. "Walter said your arse was a wonderment. A marvel."
"Sir Walter waxes poetical." I said.
"If only I did." Raleigh said with a tinge of disappointment in his voice. "I would be a happy man if I had Sir Phillip's skills." Sir Phillip Sydney was Walsingham's son-in law, a great gentleman and a great poet.
"Sir Phillip waxes poetical at too great a length for me." John said. "I prefer more homely pleasures, more earthbound than the flights of poetical grandeur of Sir Philip." He paused. "Enough literary talk, lets return to the earth and the sea. Robin, explain to me your scheme."
"How much has Raleigh told you?" I asked.
"Start from the beginning."
"The sea is a world of men. Only men. In the old days, voyages were short. One would get into port every night, and could spend the night whoring or raping, with some regularity. If you had a regular schedule, you could have a wench in every port." I said.
"However, the America's have changed all of that. Voyages last for months, even years. The next port is months away, and more often than not inhabited by savages or papist. The inquisition is a poor encouragement for sexual dalliance. So life on the ship got progressively got poorer."
"When I first went to sea, the first mate on my first ship was as randy a son of Sodom that has ever sailed the sea. Ben Jay loved man-play, and was good at it. Most of the crew was friends and conquests. He had no need to get in port to enjoy the pleasures of sex. Below decks he had ways to while away the long hours when the ship was becalmed. He was firm and strong and obeyed, but loved. He did not need the whip or the brig. He liked his men and they liked him. He was Neptune and his cock was his trident."
"He ruled by the cock?" John asked.
"It was more complex than that." I said. "He planted his seed in most of the men on the ship, but there were times when he took their cocks. He knew when a man needed to give instead of take. I remember one horrible voyage. We went from storm to storm, and our Captain was a drunken fool. The first mate had plugged me often, and I had come to like it, but I was ready to jump ship and either drown or be eaten by sharks. I spent the night with him and ended up deep in his ass. I filled him well. He loved it. I couldn't believe this god of a man would take it."
"I realized that he helped everyone this way. A little kindness can help men through bad times." I continued. "The captain washed overboard at the end of the voyage. Ben became the Captain, and the sun came out. What we had done below deck moved up to the main deck, and into the Captains cabin. The sickness and disease vanished with the Captain."
"Ben died years ago, but he ran a happy ship, and a healthy ship." I concluded.
"You have modeled your ship on this paragon?" John asked. I had continued to play with his cock, and it was leaking man juice at a good rate now. He was getting ready. Raleigh was under the covers of the bed licking my cock.
"My ship, the Golden Cockerel, is a beautiful vessel, and the crew is just as beautiful. Not pretty like Sir Walter's friends. My men are true men of the sea, strong, nimble and proud. As good in the rigging as in the bed." I was getting more and more excited as my cock rose to Raleigh's tender licking.
"You've had them all?" John asked.
"Yes, and they me. Naked men have no rank."I said. "They obey me when I am captain, but we are all equal when our cocks are up." John wanted to know more.
"Robin. Are you the cock-master that Raleigh says you are?" John asked. He had almost rolled on top of me so that Raleigh could lick both of our cocks. John played with my tits and the hair on my chest and then kissed.
"I've never thought of myself that way." I said. "Still, on a long voyage there is plenty of time to kill. With twenty to twenty-five men on board we can play many games to amuse ourselves. Twenty men with nothing to do can invent new games, if they have the inclination."
"You have the inclination?"
"Oh yes! I do." I said.
"Sir Walter said you were imaginative." Bullock laughed.
"Sir Walter has spent too much time at the court where a cock in the wrong bitch means the Tower." I said laughing. "A fling with some sailors on a ship far at sea doesn't threaten the Queen's vanity. Sir Walter is not without imagination himself."
"Are you ready to sport for a while?" He asked. I said yes and he turned around, and began sharing my cock with Raleigh as I was face to cock with his engorged member. Bullock was a passionate man if the man-juice oozing from his bull-cock is a true indicator. His balls must have been a manufactory of the stuff that all but flowed from the slit.
Nothing gets my juices flowing more than the taste and smell of another man in heat. John was in heat. I swallowed his cock and sucked more of the juice from his innards. He moaned in thanks, my entire cock was deep in his throat and his beard cushioned my balls. For a few moments we fed each other our life fluids. Then I felt a cock at my hole. Raleigh was in my ass in a second.
For several sunny afternoons years ago, Sir Walter had slowly fucked me on the top deck of the Golden Cockerel for hours. He had a good sized member, but it wasn't configured to hit the magic spot inside my ass. His cock tapers as it reached his balls, forming a natural cock ring that kept him hard for hours. It was an ideal combination. Raleigh had been bragging about his ability to keep it hard and fuck for hours, and the crew made a wager with him.
The crew knew my abilities and talked me into playing the blushing bride. It was great fun. Sir Walter was a good sport and made a great show of keeping watch with the spyglass as he slowly pumped my ass. He spotted a ship the first time we tried to settle the wager, so we had to do it again the next day. They were two good days for us.
I don't know if my innards have been rearranged, but this time Raleigh hit the magic spot. After five or six thrusts he pushed me into orgasm. I was so busy trying to eat John's cock and shoot my load that I didn't worry that John might not want to take my load. When I calmed down, John was still there, sucking the last drop from my cock. I was almost asleep.
"Food of the gods!" Bullock said. He rearranged himself and kissed me again. I tasted my cum in his mouth, and felt a twinge of excitement. Raleigh was still slowly pumping my ass, and I felt the same pleasurable sensations as I had years before the last time we met. I usually loose interest in sexual play after I shot off, but this time my interest was undiminished.
Bullock got me in a bear hug, and rolled me on top of him, complete with Raleigh still lodged in my ass. I felt Bullock's huge member under my gut as Raleigh began to fuck me forward. He rammed my ass and Bullock pulled me forward. This hard treatment inspired my cock to expand again.
Raleigh pulled out, hooked his arms under my arms and lifted me up and pulled me back in the same movement. Suddenly John's cock head was at my hole, then inside the sphincter. Raleigh put one arm on my chest, the other on my privates, then he forced me down, burring John's bull meat deep inside my gut.
The unexpected invasion left me winded. I was not as virginal as I might be. I had known many cocks in my day. John's hit some new places deep inside me. I briefly felt as if we had merged. I was just an extension of his throbbing love pole. I began to undulate my ass, trying to make sure that no part of my chute was untouched by the member. John was moaning and rolling his eyes. Raleigh was watching as an alchemist watched a new concoction, enjoying the fusion of the new materials, and hoping they would make gold.
He straddled John's gut, with his back to me. He held my rock hard cock and sat on it. My genitals merged with his as mine had with John. Raleigh had not been interested in bottoming before, and I didn't know if this were a new interest, or an inspiration of the moment. Whatever it was, the three of us were briefly united in a single fucking mass of cocks, ass holes and prostates.
John began to spasm. He began to shake, but since he had both Raleigh and my weight pinning him down, he channeled all of his orgasmic energy into his cock and into my ass. In my not too virginal life only rarely do you feel a man's seed spewing in your ass. I felt John's. I felt Raleigh's cock and had his seed shooting. It covered my hand and dripped onto John's body. I shot of for the second time that night, filling Raleigh's courtier's ass with seaman's seed.
I don't let my cock make judgements for me. I can separate the sensations coming from my penis from the thoughts of my brain. My cock and ass were telling me that John would be a good member of my crew. I was flooded with feelings of affection for the man.
I enjoyed Sir Walter, and he me, but I could not trust him. He wasn't an evil man. He had no judgement, no common sense. I thought that John had both.
We all collapsed on the bed and I feel asleep. I woke in the middle of the night. Raleigh was snoring. I moved.
"Robin, you're awake?" John whispered.
"Yes. The ride was great." I said.
"Better than a horse?"
"Yes. Better than any horse I have ever ridden."
"Did you feel something . . .?"
"Something. . . . Brotherhood?" I suggested. "Maybe something more?" I felt his cock. He chuckled.
"Do brothers do that?" He said. "I know what you mean. It was good." He paused. "You took the whole thing. The first time."
"Is that rare?"
"Oh yes. I've never had the whole thing in before. Never had the entire shaft enveloped, feeling." John said. "I thought I was going to explode." He sounded like he was making a confession.
"I think you did. I felt it."
"I didn't know you could feel that much." He said as he felt my cock. His cock was oozing by this time. I took a drop of it on my finger and tasted it. It excited me as much as it had before. His finger had reached my ass hole. "Your ass is still slippery?" I rolled over and he positioned his cock at my hole.
He didn't force it in. He just applied pressure until it slipped in the hole. He then pulled out and did it again. I squeezed his cock head with my ass.
"That's right." He whispered. "Milk it, Robin." John oozed so much he lubricated his way, inch by inch up my chute. I got more excited as he penetrated deeper. About half his cock was in me when he hit my magic nut, and I had the same merging feeling I had felt earlier. He felt my reaction and rubbed his cock head over the same spot over and over again.
Raleigh was still snoring. I was enveloped in a storm of lust and passion. I would have thought that my ass screaming for more cock would have been enough to wake him. John pushed to the hilt. The same intense feeling washed over me again.
"Can you leave it there for the rest of the night?" I asked.
"We'll know in the morning." John said. We fell asleep again.