Date: Tue, 09 Mar 2004 08:57:54 +1100
From: james robinson <justjames17@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Training Ship, Part 23.

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           The Training Ship, Part 23.
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The ship ploughed on unconcerned by the drama taking place in the aft hold,
she was gradually slowing as the excess weight built up in the huge empty
space, captain Jack noticed that she was down slightly at the stern and he
looked over the side but could see nothing except the damage above the
waterline. Mark was struggling valiantly as the water depth increased soon
the two lads were floating above their depths as the sea hungrily entered
the stricken ship. Mark had one arm around Nick's slim body with Nick's arm
over his and Mark's hand was clutching the boy's slim sensuous waist. Mark's
strength was ebbing quickly as his breathing became ragged. He began to lose
his grip on Nick as his strength waned and he felt the numbness setting in
as his muscles cramped up. Mark knew that if someone didn't come soon they
would both slip into unconsciousness and sink into the murky water flooding
the hold.

Mark tried to attract attention by calling out but his voice was weak and
croaky and the sound echoed around the diminishing air gap between the
rising water and the steel deck above. Mark tightened his failing grip on
Nick trying to keep the sodden blonde head above the surface of the turbid
water, both lads had ingested a certain amount of the dirty water as they
weakened and the water swept over them as the ship rolled.

Jack called on Mr. Wills to go below and sound the bilges to see if they
were taking on water, he hurried below decks and ran towards the stern. On
reaching the bulkhead separating the aft hold from the rest of the ship he
hesitated and placed his ear against the cold metal of the hatch. He
listened carefully and thought he heard a voice faintly calling croakily for
help, he undogged the clips and as he opened the last one the hatch flew
open knocking him senseless and flinging him against the ship's side.

Water surged through the open hatch and poured up the companionway, Mark and
Nick were sucked through the hatchway landing in the water next to the dazed
Mr. Wills. Nick regained consciousness as his body floundered on the deck
beside his rescuer and the first mate. The three of them struggled groggily
to their feet and began to force the heavy hatch closed, as most of the
water had rushed through into the ship they managed to slowly force the
hatch closed. The flood reduced to a trickle as the metal hatch seated home
against the bulkhead, the clips were quickly knocked across to seal the
hatch, then Mr. Wills looked at the wet lads standing there shivering, their
usually plump cocks were shrivelled almost invisible amongst their pubic
hair. He told them to hurry and get a hot shower then put on dry clothing,
as Mark and Nick staggered to the head area supporting one another in their
exhaustion, Mr. Wills, just as wet but at least clothed hurried to inform
the captain what was happening.

Jack saw the bedraggled man emerge onto the deck dripping water from his
saturated clothing; he ran across to him and asked what the situation was
below. Mr. Wills informed him that the aft hold was breached and flooding
badly and suggested they get the pumps operating quickly. Jack ordered the
pumps started and the 2nd mate quickly hurried below to switch them on. Jack
heard the whine of the pumps engines as they built up speed and he hurried
to the port railing to check the outlet pipe, soon he saw the outlet
spraying water into the sea. Jack then called for the sail maker and asked
him to organise a spare topsail be brought on deck along with some rope.

Jack called for the crew to gather on deck immediately so the boatswain
began to blow his pipe summoning all hands on deck, the boys straggled up
from below complaining that there was water all through the accommodation
area. They gathered in their watches as Jack called them to attention, he
explained that the ship was taking on water and they needed to try to slow
down the flood. He told them they were going to use a topsail over the side
to act as a seal over the damaged area, the ropes would be passed beneath
the hull and then the sail pulled tight across the hull.

The boys gaped in amazement as Jack explained how the fothering would be
done, he would dive overboard taking two light lines with him then dive down
below the ship towing the lines with him till he surfaced on the other side
then he would pass the lines up to them so they could pull the heavier ropes
under the hull. Once the ropes were in place the sail would be bent onto the
ropes and pulled overboard till it covered the damaged plates. Conrad asked,
" What about the sharks captain, you might get attacked while you are in the
water?"

Jack said, " Yes that is a possibility Conrad but we've got to get the ropes
in position or we may sink where we are."

Jack continued, " I want the ship turned into the wind lads and the sails
furled so we will be stationary, I don't want to be drowned under her hull.
So smack it about boys you've got to do it quickly."

The lads swarmed up the ratlines and hurried out onto the spars as the ship
turned into the wind and lost speed, the lads quickly furled the heavy
canvass sails and then hurried to the deck to await orders. Jack told each
watch to man their side of the ship to work on the lines and then the ropes,
the boys hastened across as Jack stripped off his clothing, The boys all
watched as his powerfully built body was exposed to their sight, the massive
hairy chest, the abdomen graced with an incredible eight pack of ridged
muscle with a heavy happy trail of hair disappearing into the denim
trousers. They waited with bated breaths as the captain undid his wide belt
and undid the top button of his jeans, the zipper began to open without
assistance as the heavy genitals pressed against the fly of the jeans. The
white bulge containing Jack's impressive cock and balls pushed out, as the
jeans opened and began to slide down the thick muscled thighs. The boys'
eyes were locked on the fine display of his manhood as Jack slid his hand
into the pouch and settled his genitalia into a more comfortable position.

Jack bent over and removed his boat shoes displaying his beautiful bubble
butt to the view of the lads, the white cotton material stretched across the
wide cleft between the furry cheeks, the boys could see between the upper
thighs the bulging pouch covering the heavy egg sized nuts. The dark hairy
thighs contrasting with the fine white cotton of Jack's underwear, Joe the
young Aborigine lad came forward to help Jack balance as he removed his
jeans, Jack thanked him and placed a heavy hand on the slim shoulder as he
removed the pants. The boys could see the bruises all over Joe's slender
body where Tony and Damien had abused him in preparation to strangling him
and throwing him to the sharks. Jack handed his clothing to Joe and then
walked to the Starboard side of the boat, he stood there breathing deeply to
charge his lungs and body with oxygen as the light lines were readied. He
then climbed onto the railing and poised there as the boys ogled his body,
he bounced on his toes and dived into the water.

Jack surfaced and called out for the lines to be lowered to him, when they
reached him he tied them around his waist then took a couple of deep breaths
and dived under the surface. The boys hurried across to watch as the man
swam down into the clear depths towing the lines behind him as the Mr. Wills
payed out the lines. Jack disappeared beneath the hull and most of the lads
hurried across to the port side to wait his resurfacing. The lads stood
there staring into the sea for what seemed like hours until they saw the
black head then the tanned body appeared swimming up to the surface. Jack
broke the surface and as he drew breath he sounded like a seal, he shook his
head to clear his eyes and ears then began to undo the lines. Conrad was
hanging from the ratlines with his hand outstretched to Jack; he grasped the
lines from the captain's hand and climbed over the railings pulling the
lines with him. Jack swam to the rope ladder dangling over the side and
pulled himself from the water climbing aboard dripping water onto the deck.
Jack's black hair was matted on his body by the water as he took a towel
from Chris who had run up from below with it; he began to towel himself down
briskly. The crew were fascinated by the gyrations of his heavy cock inside
the almost transparent white Calvin's, as he dried himself.

The lines were now safely aboard and Mr. Wills made fast the heavy manila
ropes to the light lines, the boys began to haul the lines from the
starboard side pulling the ropes over the port side and beneath the almost
stationary ship. The boys worked with a will and soon had the ropes hauled
up and made fast, the three mates and the bosun were attaching the heavy
canvas sail to the ropes and then they told the lads to haul away as they
fed the sail over the side. The sail slid down the hull and when it reached
the breach in the hull they felt it suck onto the opening, they worked it
deeper so that it completely covered the damaged area and they made the
ropes fast, locking the sail in position tightly.

The ship was drifting slowly with the current as the task was completed, Mr.
Wills went below to check the bilges to ensure the pumps were coping with
the water, he sounded the bilges checking the depth then waited for fifteen
minutes and checked again. The level had dropped slightly so he knew the
pumps were coping adequately with the leak. He returned to the deck and
sought out the captain and informed him that the pumps were now handling the
water. He told Jack that he would check it every half hour to ensure things
were ok; Jack thanked him then told him to call the crew to attention.

The lads and men snapped to attention and awaited Jack's words, he stood
there in his wet whiteys and surveyed the boys then said, " Well done lads
you have saved the Siren's Song and we can now continue on to Brisbane,
although we must reduce sail to take the strain off the fothering sail. The
trip will take a little longer but better to arrive alive than not at all."

As he spoke he noticed many of the crew were staring at his groin and he
chuckled to himself and flexed his huge meaty pole so that it jumped inside
the damp tight cotton. He heard young Carl snigger as the penis jumped, he
flexed it again and Carl laughed louder in glee, Jack's penis was growing
rapidly as he kept flexing the turgid muscle. His brief white Calvin's were
soon struggling to hold the massive boner as it erected like a tower on his
y fronts. The still wet cotton showed the thick shaft topped by the blunt
swollen helmet as it tented the tight straining material, a few gasps were
heard as the boys wondered if the turgid monster would pop out in full view.
Many pairs of shorts were showing excited boners bulging, as the boys became
aroused at the awesome sight and quite a few pink tongues were seen licking
soft teenaged lips, as the owners dreamt of tasting the man's penis.

Jack dismissed the crew and the starboard watch returned to duty scaling the
rigging and unfurling the reduced sails as the helmsman took control of the
wheel. The ship slowly slipped through the water gaining speed enough for
the rudder to grip and the helmsman turned the ship towards the north
steering 340degrees on the compass rose. The ship sailed smoothly as the
reduced sail area gathered the wind and cruised along at a steady 6 knots.
Mr. Wills had been checking the depth of water in the bilges and the pumps
had all but emptied the unwanted load, the small seepage still occurring was
negligible and could be handled by the manual pumps, he turned the motor
pumps off and briskly walked on deck detailing a group of boys to man the
old fashioned hand pump.

The boys began pumping the double-sided handles on the pump two boys each
side and they could hear the pump picking up water as they worked, it was a
heavy job and they soon tired and four more of the group took over. This
routine would continue for the rest of the trip to Brisbane and the boys
would begin to develop nice musculature with the pumping. Their young biceps
were straining and their bodies bent and straightened as they pumped giving
their torso muscles a good work out as they grunted and heaved on the wooden
handles. Up, down, up, down monotonously their bodies soon covered in sweat
their hair glued to their foreheads as the worked hard bailing out the
water. The water from the bilges discharged across the deck in spurts as the
old pump lifted it from the dark depths, the odour of foul stale water
filled the air as it ran across to the scuppers where it cascaded back into
the sea.

Jack stood there admiring the young virile bodies as they strained and
grunted on the pump, he was admiring the smooth bodies and how their muscles
bulged and strained, the perspiration soon soaking their shorts highlighting
their ass cracks as it soaked the denim. He watched for some time and saw
that the sweat was causing some of the lads discomfort as it soaked their
briefs and shorts; they began to fidget in their shorts trying to adjust
themselves more comfortably. Jack laughed to himself as he stood there in
his y fronts then he said to the hot lads, " Why don't you drop your shorts
lads you will be more comfortable."

The lads looked up at him standing there with his boner thrust out and
giggled then one by one they shrugged and began to undo their shorts, the
denims dropped to the deck about their feet and they kicked them away from
the stinking dark bilge water. The colours of their underwear brightened the
scene as they struggled with the pump, cocks and balls bouncing in the thin
material, several lads had obvious hard ons tenting out their briefs as they
worked. Jack walked across the deck playfully swatting several
underwear-covered butts; he felt each one after he swatted them testing the
resilient firm muscles as he gently squeezed them.

Mark and Nick appeared on deck and Jack called them aside and enquired how
they had not seen the leak earlier, Mark blushed and both looked at the deck
embarrassed. Mark mumbled that he and Nick had been having sex when the
plate collapsed; they had nearly drowned in the hold, as Nick was knocked
unconscious. Mark said, " If it hadn't been for Mr. Wills actions they would
have been definitely dead."

Jack stood there deep in thought and glowered at the embarrassed lads then
he said quietly, " Mr. Wills action to save you could have caused the loss
of this ship and all who sailed in her. He shouldn't have opened the hatch
causing the flooding of the accommodation area, if the water had been higher
in the hold he probably would be dead as well and there would have been
nobody to close the hatch stopping the flooding. This would have led to the
total loss of my ship and all the boys in my care."

Mark and Nick looked up tears coursing down their cheeks as they opened and
shut their mouths soundlessly, finally Mark mumbled, " I'm so sorry captain
it will never happen again, I guarantee you that."

Jack regarded the lads silently then said, " I can guarantee it won't happen
again because I'm putting both of you ashore in Brisbane and sending you
home to your parents."

Mark went white as he heard this statement and he fell to his knees begging,
" Please captain, we wont ever slack off again we promise. Please don't send
us home, we will do anything to stay on the Siren's Song."

Nick was crying, sobbing deeply and nodding in agreement with what Mark was
saying, he too fell to the deck and clutched Jack's muscular thighs and
burying his handsome face in Jack's underwear covered groin, his lips
kissing the spongy helmet as he hugged Jack tightly. Jack weakened at the
open display of remorse and placed a hand on each head ruffling their hair
and saying, " Ok lads I will forgive you this time but any further messing
up and home you will go."

He raised the two tearful boys up and kissed them both on the lips, then
licked the salty tears off their cheeks, he turned them around and swatted
their buns saying, " Ok you two go below and rest you still need to recover
from your ordeal."

He stood there admiring their smoothly built bodies as they headed for the
hatch to go below decks, Jack's mind lingering on the feeling of young
Nick's warm wet lips sucking and kissing his glans. Carl came across to Jack
when he saw that he had finished with Mark and Nick, he looked up and saw
the man's eyes following the older guys as they walked together through the
hatchway. He quietly reached out his hand and stroked his favourite man
meat; Jack was drawn back to the present as he felt the small soft hand
caress his dick. He looked down into the sweet green eyes of his cabin boy
and smiled gently as he tousled his unruly locks, he whispered to the
youngster, " Don't worry my Carl, you are first and foremost of all the boys
on the ship, you know that I love you deeply. Nobody will ever replace you
as my sweet young boy lover, but Nathaniel is different he is a man. Did I
tell you that Nathaniel is joining us when we reach Brisbane? You will love
him when you get to know him he is a gorgeous young man and a doctor as
well. "

Carl looked up into Jack's deep eyes and said, " Will it mean you wont want
me in your bed while he is here my captain?"

Jack smiled at the worried expression on the youngsters face and replied, "
No my sweet boy I hope you and Nat will share my bunk together. I don't know
what Nat's attitude is to sex with young boys but I hope he will join in our
loving relationship."

Carl nodded and bent his head down to kiss the fat helmet of Jack's tool and
Jack sighed deeply at the erotic sensation as he began to gently push into
the sweet lips of the 13year old cabin boy. He ruffled the black hair as he
heard Carl moan and suck his rapidly expanding penis; he pulled out of the
warm orifice before he exploded prematurely. Carl whined in protest as he
was enjoying the taste of the salty seawater along with the flavour of
Jack's pre cum and the faint acidy piss remnants of Jack's Y fronts.

Jack raised the young lad up and turned him about swatting his tight little
cheeks as he said, " Go below my Carl and get my bunk ready I'll be down to
pleasure you soon my horny young friend."

Carl giggled as he wriggled his curvaceous ass and danced off across the
deck showing his gorgeous young smooth body off to all who wished to watch,
and there was hardly a pair of eyes that didn't follow his sexy departure.
The cute suntanned young smooth boy cavorted about the deck, as he danced
his way to the hatch, many a hand caressed him or pinched him some slapped
him playfully on his curvaceous bubble bum. His muscular little body weaved
about, the muscles flexing beneath the bronzed smooth silky skin as his
penis and balls swung about as he moved fluidly across the deck. He reached
the hatchway as Conrad and Bruce exited and he ran slap bang into them,
Conrad clasped his arms around Carl's body and Bruce knelt and clutched the
boy's bubble butt spreading his firm muscled cheeks apart exposing his well
used boy hole. Carl could feel the cool breeze wafting over his puckered
pink ass lips.

Jack watched the high jinks laughing heartily as Carl struggled to escape
the two older guys clutches, he wriggled and giggled excitedly as the crew
gathered together in a circle watching his delightful little body being used
and exposed to their gaze. Hands were dropped to either hide tented shorts
or to feel up their obvious boners that Carl's plight was stirring. Conrad
and Bruce after tiring of their play carried the giggling exhausted boy
below decks and along the companionway to the captain's cabin, they reached
the door and Carl reached out and turned the handle pushing the door open so
the lads could carry him into the cabin.

They placed Carl on his back on the captain's bunk and stood back surveying
the beautiful young body, Carl lay there flexing his defined young muscles
causing his rampant cock to jump on his belly. Conrad turned to Bruce and
said, " Look at the precocious little spunk, he is deliberately teasing us
thinking he is safe here in the captain's cabin."

Bruce was standing there squeezing his 9inch monster, which was standing
proudly tenting his shorts obscenely, Carl's cheeky eyes were glittering
with mirth and sexuality as he ogled Bruce's massive pole. It was even
longer than the captain's but slimmer and straight as a telegraph pole; Carl
was thinking erotic thoughts about what he would love Bruce and Conrad to do
with him. His pink small tongue made a trip across his soft moist lips as he
dreamed of the huge cock penetrating him either anally or orally, he sighed
deeply as he played with his rock hard prick.

Bruce groaned quietly and turned to Conrad who was silently perving on both
Carl and Bruce as he stroked his thick 7inch pole, Bruce suddenly kneeled on
the deck and pulled Conrad's shorts down to his feet and opened his
salivating mouth inhaling the throbbing hot cock as Conrad whimpered
faintly. Carl watched as Conrad's knees wobbled unsteadily as he gripped
Bruce's head to steady him, Carl silently slid from the bunk and crawled
around behind Conrad. He knelt there his cute young face almost touching
Conrad's ass cheeks as he inhaled the aroma of the deep cleft between the
smooth round muscled orbs. He could smell the aroma of hot sweat and that
irresistible odour of clean but funky ass hole, Carl placed his hands on the
smooth white cheeks feeling the rubbery warmth as he kneaded the flesh
softly. Conrad was whimpering and face fucking Bruce as he rocked back and
forth sending his thick penis down the tight wet throat.

Carl began to lick the edges of the ass cleft as Conrad backed and filled,
gradually the exploring tongue penetrated deeper and deeper into the moist
hot channel as Carl separated the thick rubbery muscles pulling them apart
slowly with his small hands. Conrad began to bend over Bruce's back as he
opened his butt to Carl's exploration, his whimpers turned to groans of
intense pleasure as he was being serviced front and back. Carl's tongue
located and inserted into Conrad as Conrad pushed back onto him, the wet
pointed appendage opened Conrad's hole and began to lave the inside of his
tasty humid rectum. Conrad was clenching and releasing on Carl's invading
tongue as Carl pushed further into him till his lips were tight against the
stretched ring.

Conrad was in absolute bliss as he felt Bruce's tongue working his sensitive
knob and Carl's tonguing his itching anus, he moaned and groaned as he began
to tremble and shake with sensuous delight. He felt Carl remove his tongue
and then he stood up clasping the lad's hips and pressed his cock against
Conrad's twitching ass lips. The boy pressed harder into the tiny tight wet
ring of muscle he felt Conrad pushing down as if crapping and suddenly all
resistance ceased and his swollen little knob sank into the hot depths of
Conrad's rectum.

The entry of the boy's small boner hardly caused a wince from Conrad, but he
relished the sensation as the hard young prick pushed into his writhing
bowels. 4 inches of rampant boy boner began to fuck him relentlessly; Carl
began to ram like a rabbit his dick travelling at almost the speed of light,
as he strove to give Conrad the feeling he wanted. The sensations fore and
aft on his body began to arouse Conrad and his breathing was becoming
ragged, his body was quaking, as his body neared his climax. Conrad's head
was thrown back as he rolled it from side to side in utter frenzy, his full
low hanging balls had drawn up till the pressed hard into his body, then he
bellowed, " I'M CUMMING, OOOH GEEZ IT'S AWESOOOME!!!!"

Carl increased his pounding as he tried to push in as far as he could then
he felt Conrad spasm as his tight nuts exploded, the surging cum caused his
whole body to spasm, his anus and bowels clenching on the boy's dick as
Conrad blew his hot load into Bruce's accommodating throat. Carl gasped
shrilly as he felt his cock swell and send his seed high inside Conrad's
spasming body. The hot velvety tube's muscles rippling around his pulsing
penis, as he erupted into Conrad increased the intensity of his orgasm and
his young legs gave out and he fell to the floor ripping his still spurting
cock out of the warm silken sheath of Conrad's anus. Carl lay on the deck
shaking as the last drooling semen dribbled out onto the wooden deck, his
small body shaking and trembling at Conrad's feet.

Conrad was folded over Bruce's strong back as he pumped his fast deflating
emptied cock in and out of the guy's mouth and throat as Bruce swallowed to
give him more exquisite pleasure from his super sensitive knob. Bruce
relished the taste of his friend's cum as he trapped some in his mouth
rolling it around as he licked Conrad's now flaccid flesh. Conrad began to
whimper, " Please stop Bruce, it's too bloody sensitive, I'm going insane
from your tongue." Bruce sat back and allowed the tasty tube to slip slowly
through his tight lips causing further exquisite sensations to surge through
Conrad's exhausted body, as Conrad groaned loudly.

There was a faint call from above on deck as the lookout in the crow's nest
called down ringing the warning bell, " Land on the port bow captain."

The coast had risen above the horizon, Jack called back, "Can you discern
any landmarks yet?"

The lookout called back, " Not yet captain, it is just a faint purple blur,
right on the horizon."

Jack squinted up into the rigging and replied, " Good lad, keep us posted
when you can discern any landmarks."

The Siren's Song continued sailing north-east and soon the lookout could
discern a mountain range as the coast rose further into view, a lighthouse
became visible on a headland and a second was seen slightly to it's north.
The crewman called down the details and jack and Mr. Wills checked their
charts, they compared the depth soundings with the lighthouses and
ascertained they were off Tweed Heads on the border of New South Wales and
Queensland. The course was set due north to clear North Stradbroke and into
the South Passage with Moreton Island on her starboard. The ship cruised on
slowly accompanied by the myriad of sea gulls and terns diving into the wake
looking for baitfish. They passed to the south of Mud Island passing the
ungainly vehicular ferry and turned in to make for the entrance of the
Brisbane River. The ship furled her sails and the diesel engine was started,
as they motored past Bishop Island in shore to meet the pilot launch and the
pilot boarded her and navigated the ship between Fisherman Island and Juno
Point into the river and to the dock where she was to be repaired.

The ship approached the dock and the lads swung the heavy coir rope fenders
over the side as she nudged her hull against the wooden pilings of the
wharf. The engine was shut down as the mooring ropes were made fast and the
ship snuggled against the wharf as if she was tired. The pilot disembarked
after the gangplank was dropped and the crew relaxed as Jack told them they
would be here for about a week while the damage was repaired. While Jack was
speaking they heard the sound of a siren and a police vehicle appeared
bouncing across the wharf to pull up alongside the ship. Four officers
disembarked from the car and walked quickly up the gangplank Jack greeted
them as they stepped aboard and led them away below decks to his cabin to
inform them what had occurred with the two smugglers. He sent Carl to bring
the ship's log book down, he returned with the heavy tome handing it to Jack
then dismissed him telling him to let Mr. Wills know the crew could stand
down and relax, then have their evening meal.

Here we leave the crew in peace and we will return soon to see what happens
in Brisbane.

My thanks to all of you who took the time and made an effort to email me
asking that I continue with the story, I've even been given some ideas to
incorporate in coming chapters. Your comments encouraged me to keep up the
saga, remember it is only your supportive emails that encourage writers to
keep up the grind of writing to entertain you all.

Hugs to all my readers.

James