Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my imagination and not real life. I beg your pardon if there are historical inaccuracies. The story will include descriptions of sexual activity between teen boys, and in later chapters, activity between men and boys. If material of this kind might offend you then please stop reading. To all others, enjoy! You are welcome to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com
Tortuga Gold - 3
The boys had just left the market and had taken a short cut down a narrow and cluttered side-street to get back to the Black Dogg. The lane was all but deserted. They were deep in conversation, neither of them paying particular attention to their surroundings.
"Up to no good," Tom repeated for the third time describing Tawse and Bill.
Chandler nodded in agreement, "You're right, they did look kind of suspicious."
Just as Tom was opening his mouth to reply, an arm circled his waist and snatched him up. A moment later he was bent double over a man's shoulder.
"Nooooooo!" Tom screamed, kicking and flailing as he tried to get away.
"Leave him alone!" Chandler hollered, rushing to help.
But before he could get there, Chandler was grabbed from behind by his belt, and pulled off his feet. Tom looked back and saw Chandler swinging three feet off the ground, suspended by the waist; his arms and legs making a swimming motion as he tried to escape. He too was now yelling at the top of his lungs. Tom recognized the man holding Chandler as being from the ship, his name was George.
"You're sure full of spit, for being so little," the man laughed as Chandler swung back and forth.
Tom gamely continued to struggle and pound whatever he could reach with his fists. But his yelps of frustration and wild kicks hadn't managed to produce any noticeable results.
"Settle down ya little wharf rat!" The man carrying him barked.
Tom paused his wiggling. "Tug? Is that you?"
The man chuckled, "Yup."
Tom was now hanging upside down, his face practically against Tug's ass. "Let me down you whoring bastard!" Tom's fear had quickly turned to indignation.
Tug laughed and let go his grip. Tom tumbled head first off the man's back and into the dirt.
"What about me?" Chandler fumed.
George dropped him as well. The boys got to their feet and dusted themselves off.
"Scared the shit out of me, you did!" Tom glared at Tug.
Tug smiled and looked at the other man. "The captain's boy isn't happy to see us!"
"Seemed happy enough the last time we was together!" George chuckled.
"Well, he was on his knees then," Tug laughed.
Tom blushed. Addressing Chandler, he said, "That big ugly lug there is Tug Stevenson, and the even uglier one is George Booth." Tom stared a moment longer, his anger not yet gone.
Tug put a rough hand on Tom's head and mussed his hair. "Come on then, just a bit of a joke."
Tom tried to stay angry, but a smile crept over his face.
"That's more like it!" Tug grinned and picked the boy up again and playfully bounced him up and down a couple times.
"See if you'll get any more favors from me!" Tom chuckled as Tug put him back down.
"Who's this then?" Tug asked, nodding at Chandler.
Tom introduced him. "He's putting me up for a spell."
Tug nodded in Tom's direction. "Good lad he is, always does his work. Good member of the crew."
Chandler looked warily at the two men.
"So you're ashore for some rum and a bit of fun?" Tom smiled.
"We have three days before the Captain wants us back," George replied.
"How's things on board then?" Tom asked Tug.
"Same as always, while in port. Light crew and light duty."
"And the Captain?"
"Same as always," Tug shrugged.
Tom noted the absence of worry.
Tom and the men talked for a while longer, catching up on things since he came ashore. He told them of getting drunk and being robbed, but didn't say who had done it.
Tug was sympathetic. "A man needs his pleasures," he grinned and tossed a gold coin to Tom. "Have a drink on me!"
Chandler must have looked envious because the man tossed one to him as well, "And for your friend."
Both boys thanked him and they went on their way.
"On your knees?" Chandler teased.
Tom gave him an embarrassed look. "Like I said, you never been to sea, have ya?"
When the boys got back to the Black Dogg they learned that Big John was once again gone on business. This time, there wasn't much work to be done.
Chandler was turning the gold coin he had gotten from Tug over and over in his hand.
"First time you've had one of those?" Tom asked softly.
Chandler nodded, `yes.'
"Imagine having a trunk full of `em."
"Won't never happen," Chandler said sadly.
Tom shrugged, "ya never know..."
It was quiet for a minute.
"Let's get out of here," Tom suggested.
"Back to the market?"
"Nah, we need to stretch our legs and get away from the smell of liquor."
Chandler thought a second, "I know a place inland. It would be a bit of a hike through the jungle."
"If there's fresh air, I'm all for it!" Tom chuckled.
It took the boys almost three hours to make their way through the dense growth of trees, vines, and exotic plants. Chandler had been in the lead using a small stream as a path. As they went along, the stream widened and grew a little deeper, but never became much more than a steady trickle.
"Here," Chandler finally said in a breathy and exhausted voice.
Tom caught up, pushed his way through a tangle of plants to see a hidden pool of clear water. An outcrop of rocks stood at the far end, with a steady flow of water dropping twenty feet or so, causing a bubbly froth.
"Like it?" Chandler giggled.
Tom laughed, reaching for the buttons on his shirt, "Perfect! Let's swim!"
Two bare asses broke the surface of the water as Chandler and Tom raced back and forth from one end of the pond to the other, swimming as fast as they could.
Stopping in the near end, Tom dunked Chandler, and Chandler answered by coming to the surface and spitting a mouthful of water in Tom's face. The play went on for the better part of an hour.
Exhausted, Chandler showed Tom a spot at the far end just behind the cascading water where they could squeeze on to a slimy rock. Where the near end of the pool had been bath water warm, this end was icy cold.
"Quite a place!" Tom shivered and the two huddled.
"Big John used to bring me here when I was little. He'd make me behave, and if I was really good this would be my treat."
"I can't imagine you being much of a problem," Tom snickered.
Chandler chuckled, "Well there were a few times," he grinned.
"Let's go back to where it's warm," Tom finally suggested.
Chandler agreed and they swam back to the other side.
The boys sat at the edge of the pond warming themselves.
"That big guy in the market today..." Chandler started.
"Tug?"
"Yeah, that's a funny name."
Tom smiled and made a jerking motion with his fist. "His real name is Burt, but he can't keep his hand off of it." Tom laughed. The Captain caught him one day in the sail locker."
Chandler giggled.
"Capt'n bellowed, `stop tugging on that damn thing and get back to work!' Tom smiled, he's been called Tug ever since."
Chandler snickered.
"Speaking of which," Tom smiled and gave Chandler a wink. "How far can you shoot it?" he teased.
"I'm pretty good," Chandler said confidently.
Tom stood and rubbed his dick. "Furthest wins."
"You're on," Chandler smiled.
"Give us a suck then!" Tom smiled as he wagged his cock in preparation for the contest.
Chandler got down on his knees, licked the head, stroked, and sucked on the knob for a couple of minutes. He got back up and stepped to the side, then with a second thought, he stepped a little behind. "Okay, let it fly," he chuckled.
Tom spread his legs and bent to his task. He worked the entire length of his dick with a practiced hand.
Chandler watched as Tom closed his eyes and wanked. The boy's sun bleached hair was golden and rough cut. His lean body taut and well defined. As Tom continued to stroke, Chandler's eyes drifted down to the soft curves of his ass. His skin was a perfect nutmeg brown from top to bottom. It was clear he spent a fair amount of time without his britches. The tight globes of the boy's rear were muscled, but not overly so. Chandler was surprised to find himself growing stiff.
"Getting there," Tom murmured as he continued his work.
Chandler watched quietly as Tom beat faster and faster.
"Get ready," Tom warned as his hand became a blur. He grunted, groaned, and then held his breath. At the last second he opened his eyes as three long pulses streaked from the end of his dick. The white spray shot out in a long ark as he kept pumping. After a few smaller squirts, the stream slowed to an occasional dribble.
"How far do you make it?" Tom asked as he squeezed the last drops out.
Chandler stepped forward to the spot where the farthest drops had landed, "About four feet."
Tom smiled, obviously pleased with himself.
"I can beat that easy!" Chandler grinned.
"Let's see then!"
Chandler returned to the starting point. He stroked a couple of times. "Give it a suck like I did for you," he said softly.
Tom got down and did as asked.
Chandler closed his eyes and stroked. "Love that ass," he thought, using the image of Tom's rear end for inspiration. He felt himself grow harder when he thought about what it might be like to feel the soft mounds, put his finger in the crease, and maybe even touch the hole buried deep within. He had heard that the girls sometimes let a man take them there, but they charged more when they did. He wondered what it would feel like if he could do that to Tom. Chandler's cock throbbed at the thought, he ached for release.
Chandler's breathing grew hurried, his hand worked his cock with an urgency that came from growing need.
"You're feeling it," Tom chuckled, "I can see it in your face."
Chandler grunted, spread his feet apart, and leaned back. He pumped faster and groaned. Moments later his knees went soft, he trembled, and wave after wave of pleasure rolled over him. Chandler felt the release as his balls tightened in their sack and did their job. Gobs of pearly white cum flew like spit from the teen's dick.
"Fuck! Fuck it deep," he grunted, repeating words he had heard over the years, no matter that they didn't apply to this moment. The juice continued to flow. He stroked hard a couple of more times and then the spurts stopped and he settled down.
He turned to Tom. By the look on the other' boy's face Chandler knew his results.
"You must have been really horned up!" Tom said in awe as Chandler giggled. "Better than five feet, for sure!" Tom said softly.
"I might be little, but I make up for it!" Chandler laughed.
Tom lay next to Chandler near the pond. They were both recovering from their efforts.
"Glad you suggested this place," Tom said quietly as he gently played with Chandler's dick.
The soft lump was still wet and a trace of cum peeked out from under the skin covering the head.
"I knew you'd like it," Chandler whispered.
Tom looked at the boy just inches away. The mop of dark hair on top resembled the tuft further down. Tom carefully felt Chandler's nuts in their soft pouch.
"Thanks again for taking me in," Tom whispered, remembering how Chandler had pulled him from the gutter.
Chandler nodded. Then, after a pause, asked, "Why didn't you tell Tug and George who robbed you?"
Tom shrugged. "I don't want to say too much until I figure it out."
"But they robbed you," Chandler repeated.
"I saw a man hung once. He twisted on the rope for nearly ten minutes, died slow he did. They told me his neck never broke like most do." Tom paused, "I never want to see that again," he whispered.
Chandler shuddered.
Tom stayed quiet, and continued to tenderly play with Chandler's boy parts.
"I won't get hard again for a while, if that's what you're thinking?" Chandler said softly.
Tom smiled, "No, I just like touching you," he said gently.
Chandler blushed.
Tom stopped his play, stared at Chandler, and then leaned closer. He looked deeply into Chandler's eyes, and then slowly edged closer still. The kiss, when it came, lasted only a moment. The boys lips touched, and almost as quickly as it had begun, it ended.
Chandler blinked.
Tom smiled sweetly. "Best we be getting back."
Chandler had a confused look on his face. "What?" he mumbled.
"I said, I'll do that again tonight if you like," Tom giggled and got to his feet.
Chandler whispered, `okay'.
The Black Dogg was having an average night and the boys were keeping up nicely.
"Did you see Tug over there?" Chandler asked Tom as he grabbed two tankards from the counter.
"Yeah, he says George is upstairs!" Tom chuckled, "and he says he's next."
Chandler snickered, "A man needs his pleasures."
Tom glanced at Tug from time to time during the next hour. He thought about the strange goings on with Tawse. He finally decided that having Tug on his side wasn't a bad idea. "He might come in handy," Tom thought as he cleared a table. "He needs to know what Tawse done to me."
About a half hour later, there was a bit of a lull. With a glance and nod to Chandler, Tom indicated he was going to go over and talk with Tug and George.
Tug moved over so Tom could pull another chair up to the table.
"Had yourselves a good time then?" Tom looked back at the stairs.
"Fair enough," Tug laughed, "Never thought I'd see you at work in a place like this."
Tom shrugged, "It's just until we sail again."
George gulped down half a tankard of ale in one pull, slammed the pewter mug hard on the table and then cut loose a big belch.
"He always was the one with manners!" Tug laughed as Tom giggled.
When things had settled down a little Tom leaned in and lowered his voice, "Got a bit of a job for you."
The half-drunk Tug smiled. "All hush hush?" he laughed.
"There's no need for the whole house to hear," Tom whispered, "First off, it was Tawse and Bill Phelps what robbed me. And they're up to something else besides!" He paused. "I mean to get even and I could use a bit of help."
"I wouldn't mind throwing Tawse overboard some dark night," Tug said, taking a sip of his drink, "has it coming to him for laying that rope on me a few years back. We might be persuaded to offer our services."
George showed his agreement.
"For now, I just need you to keep a careful watch on him," Tom said with a quick look around the room. "We'll wait for our time."
"And what's in it for me?" Tug grinned.
"Can't promise gold, but I'll make things right with ya," Tom assured him.
"My, aren't we the mysterious one?"
"Will you do it?"
Tug smiled. "Sure, why not?"
Tom sat back, pleased.
"Now go get some more drinks!" Tug roared with a grin.
The light from a near full moon streamed in through the window as Chandler shucked his pants. Tom was standing by the sill looking out. The sounds of a creaking bed and the occasional grunt of a man filtered in from a room down the hall.
"You get used to it," Chandler offered when Tom had given him an annoyed look.
Chandler stepped to the window, hiked up the end of his shirt, and lifted his dick. Moments later a steady stream was raining down on the street below. Tom smiled, lifted his own shirt, and added his contribution.
Tom shook the last drops off and turned to Chandler, "Ready for bed?"
Chandler smiled.
"Don't think we'll need these," Tom said as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Chandler quickly followed.
Tom wrapped his arms around the younger boy and pulled him closer, letting his hands rest on Chandler's ass.
Chandler snuggled up to Tom's chest and hugged him. They didn't speak, just stood there in front of the open window, the sounds of the night in their ears.
"Let's get on the bed," Tom whispered.
The boys wrapped themselves around each other in a tangle of arms and legs pushing their crotches tightly together.
"`Bout time you got that thing hard again," Tom chuckled, thrusting playfully against Chandler.
"It's been that way most of the night," Chandler smiled, "you just haven't noticed."
Tom looked deeply into Chandler's eyes.
"Are you going to do it again?" Chandler whispered.
Tom stared a moment longer and then slowly moved his mouth closer. Chandler watched until the last instant and then closed his eyes. The kiss was soft, and gentle. Tom was the experienced one and it showed. Chandler, shy, and tentative didn't seem to know what to do.
Tom slowly ran his hand through Chandler's hair and pulled him back into a second kiss. Chandler moaned and rubbed his dick against the other boy as the second kiss became more intense.
Tom pulled back and smiled. Chandler had a happy, dazed kind of a look. Tom touched a finger tip to Chandler's mouth and pushed gently. Chandler looked puzzled, but opened his mouth. Tom slid his finger in and Chandler sucked on it like a baby might.
A minute later Tom kissed Chandler again, this time his tongue touched the same spot and pushed. Chandler was a fast learner and opened his mouth. Tom's tongue went to where his finger had been a moment before.
Chandler groaned, his crotch rubbed more urgently, and Tom ran his hands over the boy, bringing him to an ever higher state of arousal.
Chandler broke the kiss some minutes later and hugged Tom close. "Make me cum," he begged.
Tom reached down and wrapped his hand around the hard shaft that was poking him. He stroked up and down a few times, pausing to run a finger over the spongy head and push and pull the foreskin back and forth. Chandler whimpered.
Tom rolled to his back, pulling Chandler on top. He spread his legs and let Chandler settle between them, their dicks rubbing against each other. He rubbed Chandler's back as the boy started a rocking motion. They kissed again, this time deep and urgent. Chandler was whining, his voice rising as he humped. Tom put his finger back to Chandler's mouth and the boy eagerly sucked on it as before. Chandler continued to rub his crotch against Tom's as they looked into one another's eyes.
Taking his finger out of Chandler's mouth, Tom reached down and parted Chandler's ass cheeks. The wet finger went straight for the puckered opening.
"Oh," Chandler whimpered when the finger probed back there. His whimpers grew louder as he pushed his ass upwards. It wasn't clear if he wanted Tom to stop or whether he wanted him to push it inside.
Tom nibbled at Chandler's ear and wiggled the tip of his finger against the tight ring. The spit and the fact that it was slightly greasy back there did the trick. A moment later it slipped inside.
"Ooooohhhhhhh," Chandler moaned, rose up on his arms and slammed his cock faster.
The fucking motion caused Tom's finger to move deeper. Tom took advantage and worked the tip in and out a few times. Chandler's ass clung tightly to the invader. The effect on the boy was obvious, his grunts and moans increased. Tom sensed that Chandler was almost there, and sure enough, a moment later, he was.
"Oh Fuck!" Chandler gasped and the dam burst. A flood of hot boy juice shot between the two teens, rope after rope spewing out. So much that it covered both their bellies.
Tom twisted his finger and tried to go deeper, but the tight hole wouldn't allow it. Chandler grunted one last time, trembled, sucked in a huge gulp of air, and then collapsed. It was over.
When the time was right, Tom gently eased his finger out of the lad. He hugged him tenderly. "You really dumped a bucket that time!" he whispered in Chandler's ear and then laughed softly.
Chandler moaned, and slowly came to his senses. He rose up, stared into Tom's eyes and then kissed him gently.
"It's never been that good before," Chandler sighed as he rolled off Tom's chest and snuggled close.
"Just you wait," Tom laughed. "It gets even better than that!"
The boys lay side by side for a couple of minutes and then Tom rolled over to face Chandler. Chandler seemed content. The smile on his face was precious.
Chandler eventually focused and gave Tom a shy look. "I have to do you now don't I?"
Tom nodded.
They looked at each other for a moment longer and then Tom sat up, putting his legs out in front of himself. He spread them open, making room for Chandler to crawl between. Chandler didn't need any coaxing, he dutifully got in position and reached for Tom's cock. It was standing tight against his stomach. Chandler stroked it a couple of times and gave Tom one last look.
Tom chuckled, "Remember, mind the teeth."
Chandler sighed, leaned down, and opened his mouth.
The ship's bell rang clear, four groups of two, eight bells in all calling the time of the morning watch. There was movement both above and below decks as the crew went about their daily tasks and saw to the ship's readiness.
Captain Robert Searle walked the length of the Tortuga with a critical eye. It was well known he could see even the smallest of flaws. He snapped orders without thinking, command coming easily to him. He knew his men would obey without question. If they didn't, well, they would, so no more need be said.
"Mr. Crandall!" the captain bellowed.
A bearded scruff of a man hobbled over, his limp the result of a seven inch wood splinter. The thing had pierced his leg after a cannon ball had torn through the hull during the capture of their last prize. The surgeon had removed the splinter, but the damage had already been done.
"Yes, cap'n?" the man drawled.
"Put a boat ashore and send the word out. We need our crew back."
"Are we to sail?"
"Two weeks hence. Get supplies aboard, and recruit more hands if need be."
"I'll see to it, cap'n."
"We've sat around long enough. There's work to be done!"
"Aye," the man answered and made his way aft.
I hope you're enjoying the story. I haven't had many comments, so please write and tell me what you think. Send your thoughts and suggestions to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com Thanks, Jon