Date: Tue, 27 Jan 2004 21:21:27 +1100
From: james robinson <justjames17@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Training Ship, Part 16

This story is a fantasy and bears no resemblance to anything in my life; it
is a figment of my imagination. Any resemblance to any person, living or
dead is purely coincidental. The story contains sex between man/man and
man/boy, if you don't like this type of material don't read it. Please send
your comments or suggestions to justjames17@hotmail.com, all emails answered
but flames extinguished on receipt.



        The Training Ship, Part 16.
         justjames17.


We left the story where Andrew and Geoff were returning to the Siren's Song
after celebrating Geoff's 20th Birthday, both young men slightly the worse
for wear as they had imbibed a little too much alcohol and were more than
slightly drunk. They were passing the shed on the wharf when they thought
they heard a cry for help, they moved into the dark shed to see if they
could assist whoever was in trouble. Their  going ashore uniform being white
was easily seen in the blackness of the building, figures moved behind them
unseen in the darkness.

Geoff was tall about 6'1" with ginger/blonde hair, slimly built and had
piercing blue eyes, Andrew on the other hand was shorter 5'10" jet black
hair, a stockier build with swarthy a complexion and a goatee beard, his
dark brown almost black eyes gave him a Latino appearance and showed his
gypsy ancestry. Both men were inseparable friends and one rarely saw one
without the other nearby, they had had a very enjoyable evening, in a hotel
near the wharf.  The evening passed smoothly except for a slight altercation
with a couple of locals who spilt beer all over Geoff while he was standing
at the bar awaiting service.

The local lads had passed a few unsavoury comments about the Geoff's
clothing saying, " Oh you poor little fairy sailor boy, did we wet your
pretty white jeans? Don't worry your queer boyfriend can suck the grog off
you later."

Geoff had ignored their taunts and as he picked up the drinks and turned he
was tripped by one of the hoons and he spilt all their drinks on the floor
as he fell heavily. Andrew hurried across to help his friend up, as the
local toughs laughed and walked away to join their other two offsiders at a
table. The four louts laughed uproariously as Geoff rose from the floor
saturated with beer and dirt from the carpet staining his white clothing.
Andrew dried him off with a bar towel and then purchased two more beers
taking them back to their table and giving Geoff one saying, " Don't worry
about those fuckwits they aren't worth worrying about. Just forget them and
drink your beer we're here to enjoy ourselves and celebrate your birthday
mate."

Geoff replied, " Too right Andy, lets just have a ball, who needs clowns
like those losers."

They drank their beer slowly and saw the local hoods get up casting many
glances across the bar at them as they left the hotel and disappeared into
the night. Geoff and Andrew continued drinking for another hour then
realising they were getting tipsy they decided to return to the ship and get
some sleep. They stood up and walked to the door, stepped outside into the
cool night air to feel their brains spinning as their alcohol level kicked
in making them feel decidedly drunk. They crossed the roadway to stagger up
the wharf towards the ship, this is where they heard what they thought was
the cry for help.

The shed was very dark and the odours of cargoes long past hovered in the
salt air as the boys shuffled around peering into the blackness, they called
out to the person they thought was needing help, " Hello where are you? Do
you need help?"

There was no reply and suddenly there was a commotion behind them and a loud
crack as Andrew was struck from behind by a bottle, the glass shattering
from the force of the blow as he collapsed to the filthy shed floor
unconscious. Geoff began to turn as his drink slowed reflexes kicked in but
before he could complete the movement he was grabbed, both arms twisted as
they were pulled painfully behind him. He cried out in pain as his shoulders
began to stretch unnaturally and he was forced to bend over by the force and
fear of dislocating his shoulders. He heard a voice say, " Well now pretty
little sailor boy how about we teach you about real manly sex? I think you
need a big man sized cock up your pretty boy fucked ass."

Geoff grunted in pain as his arms were twisted further and he felt hands
caressing his ass cheeks through the tight white denim, the rough hands were
feeling him up and trying to push through the stretched material to feel his
deep cleft. The tight denim resisted the intrusion causing the guy to swear
loudly, " You fucking little whore I'm going to get at your tight fuck
hole."

Geoff felt the hands reach around his waist and fumble with his belt buckle
then felt the release as his buckle opened and stopped cutting into his
belly as he bent over. The hands reached up and popped the press stud
holding the top of his flies closed allowing the zipper to be accessed as
the hands opened his flies then grasped the jeans and tore them down over
his tightly clenched ass. Geoff was quaking in fear and whimpering as the
hands began to stroke his cock and ass cheeks, the voice said, " MMM you
are, as I expected, nice and smooth like the sheila you are. Your ass is so
nice and firm I can't wait to spread you wide open and sink my hard fuck
pole deep inside your girlie tight body."

Geoff frantically tried to wriggle free but the action only caused him more
pain as his shoulders bent even more out of shape so he stopped and
surrendered to whatever fate was his. There was a metallic sound, a click,
and Geoff felt the coldness of a knife blade against his skin as the guy
lifted the waistband of his Calvin's and began to cut through the elastic.
The waistband parted then he felt the blade slide easily through the cotton
of the briefs slicing them open and baring his tightly clenched ass cheeks.

The guy slapped his white buns and said, " Spread your legs queer boy or
I'll cut you badly."

Geoff resisted and then he felt the cold blade touch his bum he whimpered
and opened his legs, the guy's hand pressed into the crack roughly and a
finger located and pushed roughly into his small brown crater. Geoff cried
out sharply as the finger burst through his protecting ring and entered his
secret place, the thug laughed uproariously as he felt Geoff quiver and
struggle to escape the invasion. He sawed the rough dry digit in and out of
the tortured brown ring, Geoff was crying uncontrolled, as the pain of
penetration coursed through his tensed body. The guy kept the penetration
going till he loosened the tight ring and he worked a second finger into the
lad. Geoff screamed out loudly and a hand was wrapped around his face to
muffle the sounds in case the ship's watch heard the screams.
The hood now felt that the tight little chute was opened enough for him to
force his penis inside Geoff's body, he pulled the tight ring open by
spreading his fingers then he thrust into the hot ass. The pain of the
penetration caused Geoff to bite the hand covering his mouth and the guy
pulled away swearing at him, this allowed him to scream at the top of his
lungs, " HELP, SIREN"S SONG HELP."

The hood slammed his fist into Geoff's mouth as he shouted, Geoff felt his
teeth snap as the fist smashed into his wide-open mouth, the pain of bared
nerves was excruciating as he blacked out. The hoods now had an unconscious
victim on their hands so they began to do what they liked to the drooping
lad. The guy fucking him went ape droppings, as he ravished the tight sweet
ass while another sucked on the flaccid cock trying to arouse it. Blood
dripped from Geoff's mangled mouth and cut lips as he was fucked, the blood
dripped onto the guy kneeling in front of him as he sucked the flaccid dick.
Another bloke was twisting Geoff's nipples nearly tearing them from his
chest while he love bit the lad's neck causing huge bruises to appear.

Their sadistic enjoyment was interrupted, the darkness was shattered by a
bright light; their widely opened pupils blinded by the light, the figures
froze in the glare uncertain what was happening. This allowed the crew of
the Siren's Song to absorb the scene, Andrew lying on the floor unconscious
his head haloed by a pool of blood and Geoff held up by two guys while one
fucked his white ass and another sucked him off while covered in their
victim's blood.

The six crewmembers leaped through the entrance swinging belaying pins in
their hands and set to driving the thugs to the rough planking of the shed.
The officer of the watch had rung the police on the ship to shore phone
advising them of some trouble on the wharf, after he had sent half a dozen
crew ashore to see what was going on. The thugs were beaten into submission
as the sound of a siren keened through the night air. The sound approached
closer and the racket of a car thumping over the wooden timbers of the pier,
as the red and blue flashing lights lit up the shed when the divisional van
pulled up outside the shed.

The van doors banged shut as the police hurried into the shed and surveyed
the scene in front of them. The boatswain turned to the police and requested
an ambulance be summoned to take Andrew and Geoff to hospital, the police
obliged and then began to lift the semiconscious, battered and bleeding
thugs off the floor and throw them into the back of the van. They asked for
details of what had occurred and the crewmembers told them all they knew and
the officers thanked them and said, " We will need to interview the victims
after they regain consciousness in hospital."

The wailing of an ambulance split the quiet night and it raced up the wharf
to stop behind the police van, the paramedics climbed out and checked the
unconscious lads then placed them onto two gurneys and wheeled them into the
back of the ambulance.
They clamped the gurneys to the floor and closed the doors and reversed
quickly down the wharf to the street turned and sped off into the night
their flashing lights disappearing into the distance. The police departed
with their prisoners and the wharf settled back into the darkness, as the
crewmembers made their way back to the sleeping ship. The young men talking
in subdued tones about the disaster they had found in the shed, and how they
hoped all would be well with their friends in hospital, and how they wished
the police had been a little slower in arriving so they could have dealt
with the thugs properly.

The rest of the night passed quietly except for the captain going ashore to
the hospital to await the injured lads recovery. Dawn broke slowly behind
the Opera House sails gilding the masts and spars, as the golden orb rose
into the blue sky. The gulls awoke and began to squawk and quarrel when they
awoke and began to search for their breakfast, their wings fluttering, as
they searched the calm surface of the harbour looking for baitfish being
monstered from below. The anchor watch were stretching and yawning in the
early dawn light as they prepared for the end of their eventful night's
watch, their clothing damp from the dawn's dew. They were hoping to hear how
the two lads in hospital were progressing and they were looking forward to
going below for their breakfast then turning in to get some much needed shut
eye.

Mr Wills appeared on deck with the watch change and the night duty lads went
below to eat and rest. The captain had rung through to say that Geoff was
conscious but in pain from his broken teeth and that his ravaged ass was
painful, Andrew was causing more concern, as he was still unconscious and
the doctors were worried, as he had a badly fractured skull. The captain
advised Mr. Wills that both lads would be in hospital for some time and they
wouldn't be rejoining the ship for the rest of the cruise as the Siren's
Song was due to leave the next day.

Our other adventurers ashore, Conrad, Mark, Chris and Gerry were still
staying at John and Nick's mansion. Gerry was sleeping with Nick's
grandfather who had rung his wife to say he was staying at his son's and
would be home the next day. The old man had enjoyed the sex games with Gerry
and wanted to sleep with the boy and enjoy his smooth young 13yearold's body
for the night in a comfortable bed. Their game in the conservatory had been
very enjoyable but his old bones would enjoy the comfort much more and he
could love the youngster easier in a bed.

They had enjoyed a hearty meal after their afternoon in the pool and after
the dinner they trooped into a room that was set up like a mini cinema, rows
of seats with moveable arm rests and a huge wall sized screen. The boys were
amazed at the size and opulence of the mini theatre as they settled down in
the plush velvet seats, their eyes drawn to the ceiling adorned with two
huge crystal and gold chandeliers. The lights dimmed and the screen light up
with the scene of a naked man sunning himself on a floating mattress in a
swimming pool. The tranquillity was shattered as a huge spray of water
cascaded over the man saturating him and a guffaw of laughter from off
screen.

The camera swung to show where the disturbed water surged about then a
blonde head appeared and a gorgeous blonde boy about 16 broke the surface as
he ascended from the depths. He was laughing happily at his prank and he
swam across to the sodden man and lifted up to kiss him on the lips, the man
rolled the mattress and fell into the water pulling the boy beneath the
sparkling blue surface. The camera moved beneath the surface to follow the
two lovers as they kissed passionately and sank towards the bottom of the
pool.

Gerry was sitting beside Frank the armrest raised so he could lie across the
older man's lap as they kissed while watching the film; Frank's wrinkled sun
spotted hand was fondling Gerry's erection, as the kissed. Gerry could feel
the man's hard throbbing tool rubbing against his side and he glanced down
to see the turgid pole standing proud beside him. Gerry reached down and
encircled the hard but soft tube of muscle and began to stroke it gently, as
Frank moaned into his open mouth.

The film was playing in the background unheeded, as all the boys were
occupied with one another, John or Nick. The sounds of soft lips kissing and
flesh on flesh began to fill the room as the sound track of the film faded
into the background; John had the remote control and turned the sound off.
Frank had seen the film many times and he whispered into Gerry's ear, "
Gerry my sweet one, would you like to go up to bed?"

Gerry sighed in response and squeezed the erect cock in his hand, Frank
stood up and lifted the boy effortlessly and left the theatrette carrying
the boy upstairs and into one of the bedrooms closing the door behind them.
He carried the boy across to the huge bed and deposited him in the middle of
the mattress on the black silk sheet, Gerry wriggled his bare body on the
cool slippery material and smiled joyfully saying, " Oh Frank this bed is
unreal, the sheet is awesome against my hot body it feels so cool."

Frank smiled at the wriggling boy watching his bone hard cock as it jiggled
about from the contortions of the boy's wriggling body; he playfully grasped
Gerry by the feet and slid him around on the satin material. Gerry giggled
happily as the erotic sensations ran through him. Frank pulled the laughing
boy to the edge of the bed and knelt between his smooth inner thighs, as he
adored the erect rod standing up from Gerry's tiny pubic patch.

The man bent down and ran his tongue up the shaft then circled the sensitive
edge of the boy's crimson knob, Gerry moaned and raised his tight ass up off
the satin cover. Frank pulled back as the rigid rod tried to penetrate his
lips and continued to tongue the super sensitive helmet in front of him,
Gerry moaned in frustration as his cock stayed out of the warm orifice he
had tried to enter. Frank continued the game of torturing the boy and kept
licking and tonguing the lad's cock and balls. Gerry was vibrating in
frustration his tight little body rigid every muscle tensed as he kept
arching up towards Frank's lips. The sight of the boy's cute flexed body was
a real turn on for Frank, as he watched the muscles move about beneath the
smooth tanned silky skin of the lad.

Frank began to lick the lower abdomen where it swelled up gently from the
tiny growth of hairs towards the sexy button of Gerry's cute navel, the boy
was writhing about as the wet tongue tickled and slavered wetly up the firm
smooth flesh. The flat little button nestled in the slight indentation
beckoned to Frank as he slobbered over the stomach then he dove his tongue
into the flat fleshy button causing the boy to double up as he giggled
insanely clutching Frank's grey hair tightly in his hands. Gerry tried to
lift Frank's head away from his sensitive navel, but the man burrowed harder
into his body rasping his whiskery chin about on the smooth soft skin on the
boy's lower abdomen and cock head.

Gerry was screaming in frantic joy, as his body went into overdrive from the
stimulation, his cock was hurting it was so incredibly aroused, as the
whiskers tormented the super sensitive knob. His body was bucking and
twisting about on the slippery satin as Frank strove to keep tonguing the
navel, Gerry became more and more hysterical as he screamed for Frank to
stop the torment then he whimpered as he lost control of his bladder and he
began to urinate onto Frank's chin and his abdomen. Frank quickly wrapped
his lips around the boy's hosing knob and began to drink the piss; he gulped
down the salty tangy liquid and relished it because it was issuing from the
body of the boy he loved. He had never even thought of doing such a thing in
his long life but the taste of the boys urine was like champagne to the man,
he gladly swallowed the yellowish flood till Gerry ceased evacuating his
bladder and Frank sucked the last tasty drops from the boy's hard pulsing
prick.

Gerry lay there stunned at what had occurred, he was astounded and horrified
that he had pissed on them both, even more astonishing was that Frank had
drunk his piss, he had never heard of such a thing and it seemed to be a
filthy thing to do. Gerry went limp in Frank's arms and the man stopped
sucking on the boy as his cock deflated while he was sucking him. He raised
his head and looked at Gerry, the boy looked upset and had his eyes closed,
Frank asked, " Gerry my sweet boy what is wrong, have I upset you?"

Gerry shook his head and didn't answer the man; Frank looked worried and
again asked, " What is wrong with you my sexy lover boy?"

Gerry lay there and a tear escaped his closed eyelids, it trickled down the
smooth cheek as Frank kissed the sweet drop off his face Gerry shuddered and
pulled away from the kiss. Frank was distraught as he realised what might
have upset the innocent young lad and he said, " Gerry did my drinking your
urine upset you?"

Gerry nodded silently, as tears coursed down his velvety cheeks and replied,
" I'm sorry I pissed on you Frank but how could you drink my piss isn't that
a filthy thing to do?"

Frank replied, " Gerry my love, your piss is a part of you it is only fluid
draining from your body, there is nothing filthy about it, in fact it is
quite clean and you tasted like a fine wine. People have drunk their urine
when they have been lost at sea or in the desert there is nothing wrong with
it."

Gerry opened his eyes and smiled tentatively at the man saying, " Really
Frank? I've always thought it was gross and full of germy stuff."

Frank replied, " Gerry if it is issuing from a healthy person there is
nothing wrong with it, yours certainly was the nectar of the Gods, I'd drink
it anytime my sweet one."

Gerry reached out his arms and pulled Frank down to kiss him sweetly on the
lips sending his tongue inside the man's mouth to taste he lingering
remnants of his urine. He tasted it and pulled back saying, " Yes it doesn't
taste too bad, I wonder if yours is the same? Do you think I might like it,
can you piss in my mouth just a little?"

Frank looked into the boy's eyes and smiled, he asked, " Are you sure you
want to try my piss Gerry? I can give you a taste if you're sure you want
it. We will have to go into the toilet to do it because at my advanced years
my bladder control isn't as good as yours. Your young prostate is much more
efficient than my old tired one. "
Gerry nodded and Frank stood up holding out his hand to Gerry to help him
up, Gerry leapt from the bed and wrapped his arms around Frank's neck and
his legs round the man's waist his stretched little ass was nestled against
the man's erection. They moved to the bathroom and Gerry lowered to the
floor as Frank raised the toilet seat and aimed his semi erect cock at the
porcelain bowl. Gerry knelt on the tiled floor and watched as Frank
concentrated on passing urine, there was a delay of a few seconds then a
trickle spouted from the purple knob, Frank pinched the flow off and looked
at Gerry nodding and saying, " Here you go, are you sure you want to do
this?"

Gerry nodded and moved closer opening his pink lips and slowly tonguing the
tip of Frank's knob tasting the droplet clinging there, he tasted the strong
salty flavour then sucked onto the swiftly swolling knob. Frank released his
fingers and the flow restarted into Gerry's mouth and throat, the boy began
to swallow as fast as he could but the flow was more than he could
comfortably swallow. The yellow fluid ran from the corners of Gerry's mouth
and dribbled into the toilet bowl, the boy was valiantly swallowing most of
the warm piss and seemed to be enjoying the experience.

Frank finished pissing and Gerry sucked the last dribbles from the man then
pulled back gasping for breath, he pulled some toilet paper off the roll and
wiped his lips and chin throwing the tissue into the bowl then hitting the
flush button, as he stood up then hugged Frank tightly. Frank hugged him in
return and asked, " Well Gerry was it unpleasant?"

Gerry grinned and said, " Well it wasn't like drinking Coke but it was ok
because it was your urine. I wouldn't want to try it with anyone else
though."

They left the bathroom, arm in arm, turning off the light and walked back
into the bedroom throwing themselves onto the bed. They turned out the light
and spooned together dropping off to sleep.

We leave them in peace to sleep and we will see where the story takes us
next chapter.  Your comments and suggestions are eagerly sought.