Date: Sun, 22 Mar 2009 09:42:12 +0000
From: Robbie Robot <lostinspace1966@live.com>
Subject: THE CAPTAINS BOY Part One

The Captains Boy - Part One
Copyright Van T Z Boi 2009

(The usual disclaimers apply, this is a fantasy, a flight of sexual fancy
so keep in mind what needs to be kept in the mind)

(Thanks to all who have written and I am so pleased you are enjoying my
stories so much, it does help to hear from appreciative readers so that one
is not writing in the dark, thanks to for the ideas and suggestions, it
looks like, I'm going to hard at it over the next few months)

	All was quiet now, Tobias rocked by the gentle sway of the hammock
moving to the rhythm of the galleon as it sailed the calmer sea, slept
deeply, his head on the Bosun's chest, he was tired after all the work
caused by the storm. The Bosun grunted in his sleep reliving the stressful
moment when the main mast had bent with the force of the gale, the crack
caused by the earlier storm growing longer and sending shivers of fear
through all those working on deck.

Tobias had been helping with the ships wheel, hanging on to the struts
helping Artar the helmsman hold the wheel so that the ship headed into the
mountainous waves, running before the wind which tore across the seas
whipping the waves so that they were white tipped with fury. He had looked
aloft where Drake, his friend was lashed into the crows nest, the storm had
hit them so suddenly there was no time for the boy to clear his station he
simply had to wait it out. Tobias was scared for himself and for Drake but
his trust in the Captain was absolute and if the Captain said 'head I into
the jaws of hell', then into hell he would go.

They gale had lashed them for three hours, the sails whipping in the wind,
the masts creaking and the spray bouncing everywhere. The Bosun kept a more
than weather eye on the main mast, patting it and praying that it would
hold, ominously the crack had lengthened but the mast had not split, twice
the ships carpenter had come on deck braving the winds and the spray to
check that his emergency splint, an edge of canvas wound round the mast and
held in place with two then three rope twists which were tightened by
twisting and turning a belaying pin.

"Will it hold?" Tobias could hear the Captain's voice over the howling of
the wind.

 Bones the carpenter patted the tarpaulin and nodded, "T'will do, its good
English oak, it'll get the better of the storm, this time, but," he stroked
the dark crack in the mast, "we need to do something 'bout this or next
time," and he shook his grizzly head.

Bones had been right, the mast and the ship weathered the storm and the
crew were left to clear up the mess as the ship sailed into calmer waters
once the tempestuous seas allowed.

"Get thee down below, Tobias," ordered the Bosun, "thou's done thy share up
here boy, go and help t'cook, we'll all want some hot grog and our bellies
filled, go on now quick as quicksilver boy."

Tobias went with all speed, normally he didn't like a stint in the galley,
the heat and the smells could be excessive in such a confined space but now
he was cold and worst of all wet through and through, the heat in the
galley would soon dry him out bones and all. As he went below he cast a
last glance at the crows nest wondering how Drake had fared.

"Oh t'is you lad is it," Stewey the ships cook greeted Tobias, "well I
asked for some help and I suppose some help is all I'm a gonna get. Here
lad get out of those wet clothes and hang them up above the range, you're
no good to me smelling o'wet seawater. Calkin, get him a spare shirt to
wear he can put his own clothes back on once they've dried," he addressed
the other youth who was busy peeling vegetables into a large pan on the
floor.

Tobias sat at the table and undressed, quickly he stripped glad of the
galley's warmth on his skin. Whilst Calkin disappeared to get the clean
shirt, Stewey placed a steaming mug in front of him.

"Here drink this Tobias, its little enough you'll get later," he grunted,
"once the greedy pigs amongst the crew put their noses in the trough.

Tobias drank the hot watery soup as he arranged his now steaming clothes on
the hanging rack above the range. He sat naked enjoying the warmth, feeling
the hot liquid spread its glow through his thin frame. Calkin arrived back
and threw a large, rank smelling shirt at him. Tobias wrinkled his nose at
the smell and carefully examined the shirt before he put it on. He did not
trust Calkin at all, none of the boys in the crew did, although he held the
senior post of Captain's boy he commanded no respect because of the way he
treated the others, he was always insecure, the position of Captain's boy
was always held by a whim, the Captains whim and he could be back in the
bilges at any moment so he always sought to make sure the other boys did
not attract the right sort of attention and thereby deprive him of his
exalted position; satisfied that the shirt was clean despite the atrocious
smell Tobias pulled it on.

"Here grab a knife and help Calkin, I want all those vegetables peeled
double quick," instructed Stewey.

Tobias grabbed the proffered knife and moved to sit by Calkiin.

"Ere you stink," complained Calkin, "Cookie, stick him somewhere else, or
give him another job, his stench is fair making my stomach churn."

"An' whose bloody fault is that Calkin," grunted Stewey, "You chose the
shirt, all he stank of was salt and seawater when he arrived. I'm wise to
your tricks my lad. He sits by you an' if you don't like it then give him
the shirt of your own back, now get to work the both of you."

Just then the door opened and wet bedraggled figure lurched into the galley
almost falling flat on the floor.

"Drake," Tobias said jumping to help the drowned figure.

"Back to work," snarled Stewey, "leave the lad to me. The crew need to be
fed, dratted boys more trouble than their worth," he grumbled.

 Tobias avoided Stewy's swinging hand and sat back to his
peeling. Concerned for his friend he watched as the cook helped strip the
forlorn figure and sit him down with a mug of the soup. Drake bent over the
mug, drinking listlessly whilst Stewey hung the dripping tattered clothing
on top of Tobias's garments. Tobias could see his friend was pale, the
palest he'd ever seen him and as he watched he saw Drake shiver. Stewey
arrived with another large shirt which Drake limply struggled into.

"Look lively lad," demanded Stewey, "I need working hands not useless
ones."

Drake took his place by Tobias and began peeling.

"What's that smell?" he asked.

"Its 'im," complained Calkin.

"Its the shirt he got me to wear whilst my clothes were drying," explained
Tobias, "only now your wet things are on top of mine it will take longer so
I'll have to wear this smelly, scratchy garment until they're ready," then
he asked in a low tone, "how was it up in the crows?"

Drake turned to his friend, "Awful," he said simply, "I was afeared for my
life so often I kept wondering if it would be better to cut the rope
holding me to the mast and end it all."

The ships bell rang out and Calkin got to his feet and began to prepare a
tray. Stewey left him too it, which allowed the two friends to exchange
stories of their adventures during the storm. Once he had the Captain's
tray prepared Calkin carried towards the Captain's cabin.

Stewey once the vegetables were peeled sent the boys around the decks with
the hot grog in a billy. The boys now well on the road to recovery were
warmly welcomed by all the crew who sized the proffered mugs of hot grog;
the boys could see the ship was gradually returning to normal, although the
large crack in the main mast was alarming to see.

Santos the other boy in the crew was swabbing down the poop deck, he'd been
off watch when the storm broke and had spent the duration of the storm
being tossed around in his hammock, afraid to get out in case he was hurled
against something and hurt himself. The only problem was that he had thrown
up in the hammock and it now needed cleaning before anyone slept in it that
night.

The boys finished their grog round in the crew's mess, here Tobias found
Artar the helmsman recovering.

"God that tastes so, so good after sea spray," grinned Artar downing his
mug in one go. Tobias quickly filled it up again. "Thanks Tobias," he
smiled rubbing the boys head, "you were a great help today with the wheel."

"Thanks Artar" grinned Tobias, praise was in short supply on the ship and
each boy took anything offered. The boys turned to go when Artar whispered
to Tobias.

"See if cook can spare you for a few minutes, I have need of you."

Tobias nodded and accompanied Drake back to the galley. Stewey was almost
hidden by steam; Calkin was still nowhere to be seen.

"Okay boys, get rid of the peels and waste over the side," instructed the
sweating overheating cook.

"Stewey as Drake can manage the waste himself could I see to Artar, he said
he wanted me?" asked Tobias.

Stewey concentrating on his bubbling billys, nodded his assent and Tobias
returned to the crew's mess; Artar who was still sat at the table sipping
his grog greeting him with a warm grin.

"Good boy," beamed Artar making room for Tobias.

Tobias knelt between Artar's legs and quickly undid the helmsmans britches,
carefully he eased Artar's thick cock out and began to suck the throbbing
fuckstick. He knew that the man needed his release after battling with the
storm, Delicately he suckled the thick tube, rubbing the hefty shaft,
quickly Artar's cock grew filling his hand and his mouth.

Artar breathed heavily as Tobias suckled his throbbing cock, the storm had
taken a lot of strength out of him and the boy was making him feel good,
easing the aches and pains in his muscles. Tobias sucked faster and faster
knowing that Artar's sexual release was more important than prolonging
pleasure. He now knew Artar's body well, they had coupled a number of times
and of all the crew Artar was the one who pleasured him the most, most of
the others just wanted the pleasure of the act not interested in loving
coupling, lust ruled their desires but Artar was different giving pleasure
as much as he received. All the boys admitted that they enjoyed Artar's
attentions when they swapped stories and information amongst themselves
about how to deal with the crew's peculiarities.

Tobias stroked harder and sucked Artar deeply, the man's cocktip just
inside his throat. Artar grunted and thrust at the enclosing sensation,
spitting his seed forcefully down Tobias throat. Tobias suckled gently
draining Artar's balls of his seed, savouring the nutty taste.

"Thank'ee lad," grunted Artar, raising his mug and draining the last of his
grog, "I needed that, the storm was the very devil but you've made me feel
much better." He placed his mug on the table and stood up, Tobias already
replacing the shrinking fuckstick back inside his ragged britches also
stood up. "I must get back to my station, there is still plenty to clean
up," he said and to Tobias surprise he picked the youth up in his strong
arms and held him close pressed against his muscular chest, Tobias could
feel the steady beat of Artar's heart. "You're a good lad," Artar whispered
and holding Tobias tighter he kissed him gently directly on the mouth, for
a moment Tobias tensed then his own wants and desire took over and his
opened his lips, feeling the tip of Artar's tongue ticking his teeth. Artar
pressed Tobias closer and then released him, "No, no, time, there is work
to be done," he whispered, "damn boy you tempt me before the very devil."

They both left the mess together sharing a feeling of disappointment. Artar
disappeared deckwards whilst Tobias, now carrying the laden tray of empty
mugs returned to the galley. Drake was busy washing utensils and Tobias
joined him; as they scrubbed Calkin returned carrying the captain's tray,
he too was now reduced to wearing just his shirt too and from the way he
walked it looked like the captain had wanted a release of his own.

 "You okay?" asked a concerned Tobias.

Calkin for once relented and placing the tray in the water admitted,
"Capt'n was a bit rough, not like 'im to use me like that. Speared me on
his desk, didn't use enough spit afore he stuck me, rabbit fucked me like
there was no tomorrow."

The boys nodded in sympathy, if it was not the captain then it was someone
else they had all had the same experience with and despite Calkin's
unpopularity they knew what he was feeling.

"You boys could be in for a rough night," grunted Stewey, "every man had it
tough in the storm, there will be many wanting to let their stress and
demons go. Here put up at the table and grab a bite now, Tobias look lively
and get t'other lad, he's also going to need his strength tonight."

Tobias ran to get Santos, by the time they got back to the galley Calkin
and Drake were tucking into piled platters of stew, two further platters
lay waiting for them on the table, all four boys set too, savouring the
first taste of hot food.

Stewey was proved right, one by one the boys had been used by most of the
crew anxious to forget the dangers of the storm. Tobias had ended his night
in the Bosun's hammock speared on the Bosun's stubby cock, Santos ended his
night with Stewey, Drake lay with Banthar one of the older sailors and
Calkin's mouth was as sore as his arse, all the boys knew it was the effect
of the storm that caused the crew to act in a selfish way, but they too had
their own demons from the storm to exercise so in part they welcomed the
mindless lust of the crew that night.

The following day with calm seas and a fresh wind the captain ordered all
hands to short watches and plenty of rest to re-cooperate, they had
suffered several days of bad weather culminating in the final gale and he
wanted to take advantage of the good weather for the crew to recover their
energies, this included the boys who also got a rest from servicing the
sexual needs of the crew, even Calkin was spared the captain's bunk for a
night.

The ship sailed into good weather and calmer seas so Captain Harder began
to look for a safe harbour to repair the ship's mast. They scouted several
small islands that came their way during the next day, one had
possibilities but Harder was not completely satisfied about the shelter
provided for anchorage when a larger island came into view. Harder circled
the island, he found two possible harbours and chose the one with a good
stretch of beach. At last he hove to and anchored.

"Bosun take the boat and a scouting party, we need water and fresh fruit
and anything else you can find, I see no sign of habitation but the natives
if any may be wary," Captain Harder ordered, "Bones the ship's yours, get
your crew together; I want this ship back at sea as soon as
possible. Stewey a ration of rum for all t'crew."

At this a ragged cheer rang out, and the crew gathered rounds the rum
barrel whilst Bones and the Bosun chose their teams. Tobias, Drake, Santos
and Calkin sat on the poopdeck sipping they're watered down rum ration
enjoying the warm feeling spreading through they're stomachs.

By the time the Bosun returned Bones had dropped the troublesome mast and
was making good progress with his repairs.

"Capt'n," Bosun reported, "yon's a good find, no sign of any natives but we
found fresh water, fruit is plentiful and best of all we found signs and
heard the sounds of wild pig. If ye've a mind to stay t'crew could do with
a good bellyful."

Captain Harder weighed up the prospects, he knew Bones would prefer more
time to make good the damage and running before the storm had gained them a
day or so on their expected journey time a day or even two in this paradise
would invigorate the crew for the last part of their journey and even if
they were further delayed it would not be by much.

"I agree Bosun." he decided, "crew yourself a hunting party and arrange
teams to gather supplies and refresh the water. Stewey get yourself ashore
and sort out what the hunting party rustles up, set a fire on the beach and
if all is well we can celebrate surviving the weather with a beach
barbeque."

Another raucous round of cheers rang out at the Captain's announcement and
suddenly everyone had a smile on their face, even miserable Stewey had the
glimmer of a smile on his face as everyone set to with gusto. The second of
the ship's boats was lowered and Tobias and Drake found themselves party of
the fruit gathering team whilst Calkin; a known shot with a gun was pressed
into the hunting party. Santos was delegated to assist Stewey and began
gathering wood for the fire.

As the sun rose in the sky and everyone began to feel its heat, Harder
called a lull to the work.

"Let the sun's heat pass," he commanded, "once the day has cooled we can
start again, grab yourselves some fresh water and fruit and rest."

One by one, with the exception of the hunting party who were still abroad,
the crew settled down, some lay in the shade of the coconut trees, others
chose to lay on the white beach, a number stripped off and began to swim in
the sea. The three remaining boys chose to join the swimmers with the added
incentive from Stewey to note what types of fish were to be seen. Santos
who came from a fishing family formed them into a respectable team and
using nets they managed to bag a suitable catch for dinner that evening.

They were relaxing on the beach celebrating their good fortune with a
further ration of watered rum when Artar rose from the sea in front of
them. He ambled up the beach and stood before them, shaking the seawater
from his naked body. The three boys admired the muscular figure who stood
before them and Tobias felt the glimmerings of lust stirring his
insides. He felt Artar's gaze as it fell on him and found himself blushing.

"I need thee," Artar held out his hand to Tobias.

Tobias looked at the proffered hand and glanced at the others who grinned
broadly at him. He grasped the wet palm and allowed Artar to pull him to
his feet.

"Leave some of his seed for us," whispered Drake as Tobias rose making
Tobias redden even further.

Artar and Tobias strolled along the shore, moving away from the main group,
they passed a couple of other crew members who were also taking advantage
of the break from duties to enjoy each other and Tobias felt his own
passion rising as he glanced at those they passed coupling in the bushes or
on the edge of the beach.

Artar put his hand around the naked boys shoulders, Tobias welcomed the
feel of Artar's hand on his skin, he also became aware of Artar's growing
passion as the man's thick cock engorged itself with lust. Tobias felt
himself heating up even more with anticipation. Artar stopped under the
shade of a group of coconut trees, there was a grassy patch warmed by the
sun.

"Here?" said Artur.

Tobias lay down and Artar lay beside him. Artar began by kissing him gently
on the lips and caressing the compliant and willing body of the now lust
driven youth. Tobias felt himself responding to Artar's seduction and began
to kiss back, not all the crew would kiss but Artar was an
exception. Tobias felt himself melting as Artar's tongue invaded his mouth
and he began to writhe under Artar's caressing hands; conscious of the
throbbing fuckstick pressing itself against his young body he reciprocated,
caressing the hot pulsing organ in his hands.

Artar's finger sought his boyhole and obediently Tobias relaxed, opening
his legs and offering his inner self up to the insistent man. He sighed as
Artar's probing finger gained entrance to his love tunnel, delicately Artar
caressed the hot glove that closed around his finger. He moved his head
downwards and took Tobias's three inch cocklet into his suctioning mouth,
the boy groaned with pleasure as Artar's tongue slicked across the tip of
his cock, rubbing under the now exposed helmet as his foreskin was pulled
backwards by Artar's caressing hand. Tobias felt himself tremble with joy
and delight as Artar sucked and manipulated him, he knew he would climax
first before Artar entered him, Artar had done this before, he knew the man
wanted him to be relaxed so he could enter him fully, with his first climax
out of the way Tobias knew his boypussy would be more able to dilate and
accept Artar's thick cock.

As Tobias's passion rose Artar skilfully manipulated the boy; now two then
three fingers slicked into the boys throbbing hole. He felt the boy's
climax through his thrusting fingers as Tobias moaned and writhed through
his dry climax, at eight years of age Tobias was still a few years of
producing his own sperms, he sometimes wondered if he would be there to
experience that delight, he had great affection for the boy but knew that
each voyage could be his last, not all the crew would sign on automatically
for the next trip and he himself expected to serve before the mast for a
long time before he could afford to retire. He held the boy as he writhed,
his fingers continuing to caress the inside of the boys hole, kissing him
thought the tremblings of his passion.

"You ready for me now?" he whispered into Tobias's ear, licking around the
earlobe.

Tobias wriggled luxuriously and stretched smiling up at Artar, "Yess," he
replied spreading his legs wide, exposing himself to his lover and the sun.

Artar knelt between the offered legs and lifted the youthful body up so he
could lick and lubricate Tobias's lovehole. Tobias writhed and wriggled at
this unexpected delight, his second orgasm was well on its way as the
probing licking tongue penetrated him sending arrows of joy through his
lusting body. Confident he would not hurt the boy now Artar positioned
himself between the boys legs, and pressed his dripping cock at the waiting
doorway to heaven. His own lust had produced enough lubrication to enter
the boy, his pulsing rod dribbled with pre-cum, he allowed several drops to
fall onto the boy and used his finger to push the liquid inside the boy.

Artar knelt above Tobias and kissed him, slipping his tongue back into the
boys mouth, Tobias responded sucking the tongue tip and to Artar's delight
he felt Tobias hand on his cock, guiding it into his pussy entrance; there
was a moments resistance then he felt his cock enter the heated velvet
tunnel, Tobias groaned as the cockhead slipped inside but it was sigh of
pleasure not pain. Slowly inch by inch his thick eight inch slid inside the
boy, Tobias spreading his legs even wider to accommodate his lover, arching
his back to allow the intruder access to his pleasure channel. Artar felt
the boy shifting under him adjusting his position for maximum
penetration. At last he was fully inserted and both of them felt the
sensation of his crinkly hairs caressing the boys tight balls and throbbing
cocklet. Artar paused to allow the boy to adjust to his presence but Tobias
pulled him down on top of him.

"Pleasure me," he whispered throatily crossing his legs behind Artar's
backside and thrusting gently against the fuckpole inside him. Slowly Artar
edged his cock backwards almost to the edge of the boys opening, both of
them groaning with the pleasure this action induced. This was the first
time they had coupled like this, before when they had fucked on the ship it
was either in a hammock or with Tobias bent over the ships' side, neither
place conducive to lovemaking and Artar intended to make this coupling one
to remember.

Gently he began to pleasure not only the boy but himself too, his strokes
varied for maximum depth and pleasure. All to soon Tobias was grunting with
lust as his second dry climax wracked his thin body, the sensation of which
almost caused Artar to lose it himself but he steadied himself in time,
tensing so that the boy could thrust himself against Artar's rock hard cock
as he rubbed himself through his orgasm. At last the writhing ceased and
Artar resumed his gentle thrusts, Tobias now on his sexual plateau. Artar
could see the boys lust through his half closed eyes and he nibbled the
boys ear as he began to thrust harder, feeling Tobias respond. Soon they
were thrusting hard against each other groaning and moaning as their
passion increased.

Artar began to push harder and harder against the writhing body beneath
him, he could feel Tobias's heartbeats, his rush of breath as his lungs
demanded oxygen to fuel the driving need. He fucked his tongue into the
boys mouth as he fucked the velvet glove that held his throbbing manhood,
he knew his own climax was close but he wanted to make sure the boy had
another before he came, 'possibly we can come together' he thought for an
instant as his base instincts took over and he rotated his pelvis, rubbing
around inside the boy.

Tobias now began to grunt and pull Artar towards himself, almost thrusting
himself off the grass, his hands were now locked around Artar's neck, his
legs wrapped behind Artar's back, his mouth sucking furiously at Artar's
slick tongue, at last he yelped as his body shook with not only his third
climax but his first anal orgasm, the amazing sensations pulsed through his
overheated body, ramming himself against Artar's throbbing, spitting
mancock as it exploded its sperms inside his boypussy, flooding the
lovetunnel with Artar's seed. Both took great gulps of air as their bodies
trembled and shook with the fierce passion that enveloped them, for a
moment space and time were suspended, they were only aware of each other's
existence. Artar had know such passion before but never in one so young and
Tobias had never known that he could feel this way, no man or boy had given
him this much pleasure and tears of joy and delight and love ran down his
sex heated face. Slowly they returned to normal, Tobias sank back against
the sweat streaked grass, Artar following down, lying across the young boy,
they were still coupled and Tobias could feel Artar's precious seed,
leaking slightly down his crack as Artar's cock began to deflate.

Artar sighed and conscious of his weight pressing against the boy moved,
intending to remove his cock from the boys tunnel.

"No," Tobias grunted, grabbing Artar and holding him against his still
trembling body. Artar looked at the boy, passion still blazing from the
boys eyes. "Again," whispered Tobias pleading, "again pleasure me again."

End of Part One



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