Date: Mon, 29 Dec 2003 08:42:42 +1100
From: james robinson <justjames17@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Training Ship, Part 5

This tale is a figment of my imagination, no such events ever happened to my
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          The Training Ship, Part 5.                     justjames17.


We left the Siren's Song buffeted by an approaching cold front as she sailed
north up the coast of New South Wales, the weather had turned for the worst
with a southerly buster roaring up the coast bringing heavy rains and strong
gale force winds to batter the ship and her young crew.

The captain was worried at the fast falling barometer and the extremely
nasty conditions rapidly deteriorating for the worse. The Siren's Song was
burying her bows drowning the figurehead deep into the angry grey beards as
the massive rollers passed under her keel. Her decks were covered in spray
and the water was pouring from her scuppers in long ribbons of spray as the
wind caught and blew through them, the old ship looked as though she was
weeping heavily from a myriad of eyes.

The boy students were nearly all lying in their bunks, their handsome young
faces a shade of green as their stomachs rebelled to the incredible motions
the ship was going through as she battled the gale force winds. The cabin
reeked with the sour odour of vomit, as the boys voided their food and lay
there groaning and weeping with fear. The ship was under closely furled
sails with just a few small storm sails raised to the rushing screaming
wind; the senior permanent crew were on deck, as most of the students were
lying incapacitated below.

The captain was making for an island off the town of Narooma, called
Montague Island, a small rocky islet with a lighthouse on it, where he was
hoping to anchor off and get some protection from the wind and seas. The
island was near when they caught site of the lights loom, and they altered
course slightly to clear the reefs marked on the chart at the southern end
of the island. The ship's motion eased as they neared the calmer waters of
the island as it broke the seas in huge gouts of spray thundering many feet
into the black night. The ship was jibed so she turned towards the island
and as the way was lost the anchors were dropped and she ran back on the
chains as the wind took control of her hull.

The heavy bottom soon caught the anchors and the ship tugged hard on her
chains then turned her bows into the whistling wind. The sails were furled
and the crew relaxed as she lay there rolling and rocking on the confused
seas close to the rocky shore. The crew were exhausted from the pummelling
winds, cold and saturated from the driven spray and heavy blinding rain,
they only wanted to collapse into their warm bunks below. The captain called
the three mates together and they decided to take the anchor watch between
them so the lads could rest after their duties. The captain called the crew
to attention and told them to go below and rest and he thanked them for the
excellent job they had done under extremely arduous and trying conditions.
The lads cheered their officers and hurried below.

The older lads passed the students cabin and poked their heads in to see the
poor boys lying about ill and trembling, they smiled at them and told them
they could rest easily now as the ship was anchored in calmer waters. They
then trooped off to their cabin and stripped off their wet gear, towelled
their shivering bodies till they glowed and felt warmer then threw
themselves onto their bunks and soon were lost to the world in the dreamless
sleep of the exhausted. The only sounds heard were snoring and the sound of
the sloppy waves slapping on the steel hull as the ship veered on her
anchors in the gale force winds.

The night passed slowly as the gale continued to assault the area, the
scream of the wind through the rigging sounded like a crowd of banshees
wailing in the darkness, the rain bucketed onto the ship making life
miserable for the three officers on deck watch. As the dawn began to fight
the blackness of the night, a faint grey light began to show behind the
island showing the low racing clouds almost touching the tips of the tall
masts as they fled towards the mainland a few miles astern the ship. The sky
lightened showing the heaving grey waters, the massive waves breaking in a
lather of foam as they tumbled into the deep troughs between their tall
slavering faces.

The gale howled unabated and the rain travelled almost parallel to the water
as the rushing wind swept it along from the low cloud base. The mates
huddled in the wheel house for protection as they watched to ensure the
restless ship didn't tug her anchors free from the bottom and begin to drag
back towards the reef strewn shoreline around Mystery Bay, or end up
ploughing into the rocky break walls of the entrance to Narooma. The captain
roused himself from his bunk and washed his face and hands threw on some
clothes and stomped up to the deck to stand at the entrance of the
companionway. He surveyed the gloomy grey day and shivered as a chill ran
down his spine, he looked to the wheelhouse to see the three mates on duty
huddled together in the cramped area. He hurried across the deck and opened
the door squeezing in with the three men as he asked if all was well, Mr.
Wills answered saying, " Apart from the foul weather all was quiet through
the night sir."

The captain turned to the steamed up windows and rubbed the obscuring fog
from the thick glass causing a squeaking sound as his hand rubbed back and
forth. The rain was so heavy at the moment the visibility was virtually
zero, the captain switched on the clear view screen a small spinning circle
that threw the water clear of the glass and peered through to check their
position with the island. All was well as the ship tugged hard against her
anchors and trembled to the screaming wind howling through her rigging. The
slapping of halyards rattling in the gusts made a drumming slapping sound,
which was carried away on the winds. The ship was restless in the shallow
waters as the seas slapped against her rolling hull, she seemed to want the
freedom to run before the gale as she tugged on her tethering anchor chains.

The captain knew the old ship would revel in the challenge of running before
the gale but with the young students and only a small crew of experienced
young men he didn't think the risk was worth the danger of injuries in the
rugged treacherous conditions. They would stay at anchor in the lee of the
island till conditions improved, some of the young students were still
suffering badly from seasickness and were too weak to work the ship. The
captain told the mates to go below for a rest and a feed and then they were
to turn in for a good sleep, he told Mr. Wills to send Conrad and Bruce on
deck after the lads had eaten, as they had had a good night's rest.
The three mates staggered below and headed for the galley to get some food
for breakfast, the cook was there getting breakfast ready for the sleeping
crew and he served up a large meal for each of the officers. They thanked
the cook and took their steaming full plates into the mess where they set to
eating as if they were starving and hadn't eaten for a week. The food
quickly disappeared and they were sopping up the remnants with some freshly
cooked bread just out of the oven, the aroma of which drifted through the
hull of the ship.

Mr. Wills having finished his meal stood up and hurried out to find Conrad
and Bruce to send them to the captain in the wheelhouse. He entered the
crew's cabin to find the lads and surveyed the two-tiered bunks searching
for the two young men. He saw Conrad's head tucked into his pillow and
quietly walked across to the bunk, he shook the boy's shoulder and Conrad
rolled over dragging his blanket off the bunk onto the floor. The sight of
his red briefs flashed into view, where his morning hard on bulged obscenely
in the stretched taught cotton. Mr. Wills was not gay or bi but the sight of
that young thick salami thrusting up in the red material was mind boggling,
he couldn't drag his eyes away as the boy stretched and yawned in the bunk.
This action caused the bulge to grow in the briefs and the crimson knob
pushed into view above the elastic waistband, as the boy's muscular abdomen
stretched taught.

Mr. Wills blushed red as the boy opened his eyes and stared into the mate's
fascinated orbs, Conrad smiled impishly at the officer and said, " Good
Morning Mr. Wills, what can I do for you?"
The mate looked away guiltily and gruffly replied, " You and Bruce are to
get up, have your breakfast then report on deck to the captain. "
He looked back at Conrad to see him grope his nuts and pull the briefs free
a little, he quickly glanced at the floor and said, " You had better put on
your wet weather gear as it is still pouring rain and blowing hard."
Conrad sat up and swung his muscular smooth legs across the edge of the bunk
and opened them wide offering the mate a clear view into the slightly open
leg of his briefs. Mr. Wills looked sideways and could see the hairy balls
and thick base of the erect penis, he wet his dry lips unthinkingly and
Conrad saw the reaction and couldn't help but grope himself seductively.

The mate turned away gruffly ordering them to get moving or the captain
would have their guts for garters, he walked tiredly out into the
companionway and headed for the officers quarters. Conrad stood up and
stretched again shivering as he stretched then padded over to Bruce's bunk,
he reached out his hand and slid it under the warm soft blanket to find that
Bruce was sleeping in only his boxer shorts. He slowly felt his way down the
silky skin till he reached the top of his shorts and then gently felt the
tumescent morning hard on of his friend. Bruce whimpered in his sleep and
the hard bar twitched in his fingers as Conrad slipped into the open fly of
the boxers, he felt up the throbbing shaft till he reached the knob and
rubbed his thumb pad across the moist slit. Bruce groaned and his eyelids
fluttered. Then his prick began to pulse in Conrad's grip, pre cum oozing
out in copious quantities, Conrad lifted the blanket up after checking all
the other guys were asleep and kissed the swollen glans, he tasted the sweet
juice and then began to swallow the pulsing prick.

Bruce arched up off the bunk and opened his sleep drugged eyes as he tried
to focus on who was sucking him, he made out it was Conrad and grasped the
bobbing head in his hands and began to push him lower onto his pole. He kept
the pressure on Conrad till the lad's nose was pressed firmly into his pubic
bush causing Conrad to gag until he opened his throat to the invader. Bruce
was so excited and horny he knew he wouldn't last more than a few pumps so
he began to thrust up into Conrad's mouth and he groaned deeply as he felt
his semen race up his cock and spurt hard into Conrad's hot wet mouth.
Conrad swallowed his offering as fast as he could then as the spoof slowed
he savoured the sweet tangy flavour of his friends cum, he milked every last
drop of the baby juice then kissed his handsome friend so they could share
the taste.

Conrad told Bruce they had to quickly eat breakfast then report to the
captain on deck and that the weather was still foul so they would need their
wet weather gear. Bruce swung around out of the bunk and groped Conrad
playfully as he stood up and adjusted his penis back inside his boxers. The
two lads dressed quickly and hurried to there mess where they polished off a
hearty meal thanking the cook as they left passing the warm aromatic galley.
They returned to their cabin grabbing the clammy wet weather gear and donned
the stiff waterproof trousers while steadying themselves against the cabin
bulkhead. They hurried towards the deck pulling on the yellow jacket of the
waterproof clothing, you could hear them walking as the stiff trousers
rubbed together as they hurried along.

They opened the hatch to be greeted by the freezing gale and torrential rain
as it cascaded onto the reeling ship, they shuddered at the cold gusts and
stepped out closing the hatch behind them to keep the rain from flooding the
below deck area. The wind buffeted the lads as they battled across the deck
to the wheelhouse where the captain stood glaring at the grey wet wind
blasted deck watching the two seamen struggle to the wheel house. The
struggling lads had nearly reached the safety of the wheelhouse when a
monstrous green/green slavering wave reared up from nowhere and crashed over
the bulwarks sweeping across the deck upsetting both lads. The wave washed
them in a welter of foam and spume across the width of the deck to crash
against the steel bulwark as the water drained from the deck through the
scuppers. The two young guys struggled to their feet spitting water from
their mouths and looking like drowned rats as the sea water drained from
their useless wet weather gear.

Captain Jack when he realized that the two lads were not hurt and only
saturated doubled over with laughter as the bedraggled pair of young men
staggered across to the wheelhouse and entered dripping water all over the
deck. He cackled uproariously as the lads glared at him; water running down
their blue tinged faces, as they shivered from the cold. The captain slowly
regained his composure and apologized to the two young men saying, " I'm
sorry lads but I was so relieved to see you were not hurt that I just
couldn't help laughing at your saturated bedraggled appearances."
Conrad smiled slightly as he shook with the cold and was rubbing his frozen
hands together trying to restore the circulation. Bruce stood there
shivering; his arms wrapped around himself looking thoroughly miserable as
the water trickled slowly down his handsome face from his saturated hair.

Captain Jack still smiling and breaking into sniggers clapped both lads on
the back and said, " You had better go below and change into dry clothes
before you catch pneumonia men."
As the lads turned and exited the wheelhouse captain Jack swatted them on
the ass gently and winked at them as they turned looking startled from his
behaviour. He grinned at them and said, " You'd better get a wriggle on I
don't want to be here all day it's too cold. "
Conrad and Bruce grinned back at the captain as they turned again to hurry
across to the hatch and get into the warmth of the interior of the ship.
They hurried to the crew's cabin and entered, most the other crewmembers
were awake and lolling on their bunks and at the sight of their drenched
bedraggled mates they all began cat calling and laughing. Conrad and Bruce
ignored the hilarity, as they knew the others would only become worse if
they showed any anger or replied sarcastically, they just began stripping
off their wet clothing. The other lads watched gleefully as the two young
studs bared all and headed for the showers to try to warm their frozen
bodies and wash off the salt.

The warm water cascading over their supple bodies stirred their hormones, as
they warmed to the water their cocks began to thicken and swell gradually
climbing erect to nuzzle against their flat muscular abdomens, the full
purplish glans reaching and passing their navels as the tumescence reached
it's fullest. A couple of their shipmates entered the shower area and
goggled at the two studs, as they soaped and washed their sexy bodies,
especially their rampant poles throbbing as they soaped and stroked their
genitals. One guy, a slim blonde lad named Alan, who was very attractive but
appeared a little feminine, although he had never been known to make any
advances, was standing staring at the turgid cocks, as they stood out with
water and suds running down their shafts to trickle off the full nut sacks.

His slender 17-year-old body was corded with youthful muscles and due to his
fine blonde hair looked almost completely smooth, the jocks he was wearing
showed a full boner as he stared at Conrad and Bruce. The other guy in the
area looked at Alan and let out a wolf whistle and slapped him on his tight
cute ass saying, " Wow dude is that a piss fat or are you boning up from
perving on our shipmates?"

Alan blushed bright red and attempted to cover his groin area and his
offsider laughed and grabbed a handful of his tight muscular ass cheek
squeezing it painfully causing Alan to yelp in pain, as he arched forward
trying to escape the guy's groping hand. When his finely built body flinched
and arched his rigid dick appeared above the top of his stretched briefs,
Conrad and Bruce were treated to the sight of his crimson knob pulled hard
against his hairless abdomen by the elastic waist of his jocks. Alan's balls
were readily visible through the tight cotton of his jocks and appeared to
be very large and full and pulled up tight beneath his respectable sized
penis.

Alan suddenly was propelled forward into the shower as the other guy gave
him a shove and he almost fell into Conrad's arms as he reached out to stop
him falling to the deck. Alan was rigid as he fell but as Conrad caught him
and held him against his body he seemed to melt and mould himself to
Conrad's muscular body. Conrad heard a soft gasp, which turned into a sigh
as Alan moulded to him, their hard blood engorged hard ons grinding against
each other. The other guy, named Mark, was a real jock type, he was 21 years
old and a rugged looking guy hung like a horse, his body covered in thick
black hair, a real bear of a guy with a magnificent body. He was known to be
a bully and a homophobe in his attitudes. He laughed at the sight of Alan's
slim body clutched against Conrad and he reached out his hand and grasped
Alan's briefs ripping them down below his tight ass exposing the slim
hairless cheeks clenched tightly.

He stood there studying the white smooth ass and said, " Gees Alan, you have
a sexy ass like a young girl, I wonder what you would do if I stuffed you
full of my big fat cock." He pulled the clenched cheeks apart and peered
into the crack eyeing off the small brown lips of the boy's hole, he then
poked his large middle finger into Alan trying to force it into his virginal
rectum. Alan yelled in pain as the rough finger assaulted his sphincter and
Bruce reached out and shoved the bigger guy away saying, " Piss off you
asshole and leave the kid alone or I will belt you in the mouth."

Mark staggered back a little and glared at Bruce then snarled back at him, "
You will keep pal, I'll fix you later on when I find you on your own." With
that he turned on his heel and stalked angrily from the shower area.

Alan turned to Bruce and said, " Thanks Bruce I hope you don't get hurt
after helping me, he is a real bully boy. If I were you I wouldn't be on my
own after this."

Bruce laughed and said, " Don't worry about him he is a blow hard and like
all bullies he wont take on anyone who might fight back, I'm not worried
about his blustering bullshit."

Conrad gave Alan a hug and pulled him harder against his body feeling Alan's
cock throb and jump against his, he slid one hand gently down the slim back
feeling the supple muscles moving beneath the silky wet skin. He reached the
tight firm ass cheeks and cupped them in his warm hand pulling Alan up a
little and into his groin. Alan snuggled his head against Conrad's throat
and almost purred at the feelings coursing through his body. Bruce came
across and wrapped his arms around both guys and pressed against Alan from
behind. Conrad raised his hand from the ass as he felt Bruce's cock push
against his hand. Alan felt the hard thick bar of Bruce's cock slip into the
valley between his ass cheeks, and moaned gently as he pushed back on the
hard hot shaft.

The lads stayed in this position for a few seconds until they heard voices
approaching from their cabin, they pulled apart and Alan jumped under a
vacant shower while all three faced the bulkhead to hide their aroused
pricks from view. They finished their showers and dried off then returned to
the cabin to dress, Conrad and Bruce returning to the storm lashed deck
while Alan went to the mess for breakfast.

Conrad and Bruce passed the students cabin and ran into Carl and Chris as
they came out to go for breakfast; the younger boys said hi as they met and
hugged Conrad and Bruce asking, " Where are you going? "
Conrad replied, " Out on deck on anchor watch to relieve the captain "
Carl looked worried and said, " Please be careful out there it is very bad
weather."
The older boys laughed and said, " Don't worry about us we will be fine. You
two go get your breakfast and we'll see you later on."

They hugged and gave the young boys a peck on their soft pink lips and
hugged them then released them and continued on the way out to the hatch.
They turned the clips and the wind tore the hatch from Conrad's hands and it
crashed back against the cabin walls with a resounding crash. The lads stood
there facing the abysmal conditions then shuddered and pushed out into the
hurricane like wind and slanting deluge, they turned and forced the hatch
over dogging the clips back to seal the hatch. They clasped one another for
support and made their staggering way across the flooded deck to the
wheelhouse. Captain Jack was glad to see the young men and dragged them into
shelter from the conditions, he said, " I hope you are ok, I'm going below
to get a feed, keep your wits about you and make sure she doesn't drag her
picks or we will be in diabolical trouble."
The lads replied, " Don't worry captain, we will keep a good watch and let
you know if anything happens up here."
Captain Jack smiled and said, " That is why I chose you two for the job, you
have more to lose than most of the crew."
Conrad and Bruce blushed a little and said, " What do you mean captain?"
The captain said, " I know you have young lovers aboard the ship, you must
think I'm blind or dumb. I too love a boy student on the cruise as you well
know Conrad."
Conrad nodded and Bruce looked at him quizzically then shrugged and moved to
the clear view screen peering out into the grey gloomy day.

Captain jack dashed for the hatchway and quickly opened it slamming it
behind him as he hurried to his cabin for his meal; he buzzed the galley and
asked the cook to send young Carl to his cabin with his breakfast. In 3
minutes a knock was heard on the door and the captain said, "Come."
The door opened and there was Carl carrying a tray with the captain's meal,
he brought it in and laid the tray on the bunk as he set the table then
brought the tray across placing it in front of the captain. Jack reached our
and cuddled Carl to him kissing him on the lips and saying, " Good morning
my love, how are you this morning? "
Carl giggled in glee and replied, " I'm great thank you captain Jack, all
the boys were sick last night but Chris and I felt fine, it was so funny to
see so many green faces and they were puking all night. They must be still
crook this morning because they haven't got out of their bunks for breakfast
"
Jack laughed and said, " It really isn't funny Carl, to feel seasick is very
bad, you want to die you feel so ill, I shouldn't have laughed."

Captain Jack ate his meal with gusto and when he finished he sat back in his
chair and rubbed his belly saying, " Hmmm that has filled the hole, I feel
much better now."
Carl grinned at him and came across from his bed making duties to stand
between the captain's knees. The captain looked into his innocent blue eyes
and placed his hands on the slim little hips pulling him closer as they
kissed, Carl swallowed the man's tongue and moaned around it as it filled
his mouth. The man's hands slid slowly around the plump rounded ass cheeks
as he felt the boy's wondrous bubble butt. Carl pushed against the bulging
front of Jack's trousers he could feel the heat of the man's genitals
pressed against his. The captain's cock was aroused and straining to be free
from the clothing prison, Jack stood and Carl pressed his face into the hot
groin as he nuzzled the hard penis.

Jack groaned in joy as he felt the young boy against his groin and he
clutched the lad's head and pressed him harder against him as he felt the
boy kiss and mouth him through his trousers. Carl trembled with excitement
as Jack drew him to his feet then picked him up and carried him to his bunk,
the man lowered him onto the mattress and began to strip his clothing off,
his Nike's first followed by his white socks baring his cute little feet,
the captain bent down and kissed each perfect toe, sucking each into his
mouth as he tongued and laved the small digits. Carl writhed about on the
bunk mewling like a kitten as the slippery sensations sent tingling charges
through his nervous system causing his young body to react rapidly.

The captain undid the shorts and drew them salaciously and slowly down his
lower body, the white of his small briefs slowly appeared then the tented
section moulded to his erect rampant boyhood crept into view. The captain
watched enthralled as the hard young boner appeared, the tip was wet where
it contacted the cotton below the elastic waistband; a small wet sticky spot
was visible. Jack couldn't resist and bent down to lick and suck the damp
area wetting the white material so it became almost transparent from the
moisture. The flavour of boy juice excited the man to fever pitch and he
began to suck and lick the whole hard boy meat frantically, slobbering over
the groin area sucking the boy's hot little balls completely into his warm
saliva drenched orifice.

Carl was twisting about frantically humping his hips up trying to force his
genitals into the man's salivating mouth, Jack hooked the saturated briefs
off the boy's arched hips and slid them down the straining thighs. The cute
extremely hard cock was rigid and pulsating against Carl's abdomen, Jack
watched in fascination as the penis throbbed and twitched without being
touched the small nuts were almost invisible in the boy's groin as they drew
up in excitement. Carl was whimpering as he writhed and arched desperate for
the captain to begin bringing him off with his hot mouth, Jack didn't want
the boy to cum yet, even though he knew the boy could regenerate quickly. He
wanted the boy to experience his first fuck, as he wanted Carl to bury his
cock inside his ass.

Carl finally calmed down and stopped writhing about as the lack of
stimulation eased his high; he looked into Jack's eyes and smiled up at his
captain and lover. Jack removed the boy's t-shirt slowly baring his bronzed
torso showing the small soft aureoles with their hard little nipples
excitedly erect, the still not defined abdominal muscles graced with the
cute little out protruding navel were exposed to the man's loving sight.
Jack thought that he had never seen such perfection in a boy in his
lifetime. He sat back on his heels and took in the angelic vision spread out
on his bunk, then leaned forward to kiss each nipple, the navel was tongued
and kissed causing much giggling and wriggling from Carl.

He continued down over the prominent pubic mound adorned with it's few pubic
hairs; he licked and bit the mound gently sending tremors through the boy as
his chin rubbed the hard shaft of his erection. Then he licked slowly down
the smooth crease between the pubic mound and the thigh around under the
tight nut sack onto the perineum, which was hard due to the boy's erection.
Carl groaned loudly as the man's tongue licked slowly and wetly down the
sensitive pouch till it caressed the tight clenched lips of his anus. He
bucked as the wet tongue touched his sensitive little ring and he opened his
legs wide to allow the captain easy entry. The large wet tongue licked and
wet the puckered little lips then hardened to a point pushing into the hot
furnace of Carl's colon, he tasted the lad's internal juices revelling in
the flavour of youth.

Captain Jack pulled out from Carl's ass and whispered into his ear, " My
lovely Carl would you like to fuck my ass? "

Carl was astounded and lay there in a quandary at the captain's question,
his young mind whirling with the thought of sinking his dick into the
captain's body. He finally nodded still speechless with excitement, the
captain grinned to himself knowing the confusion boiling in Carl's brain as
the thought of his first ever fuck sank in. He asked the captain how he
would do it and the man told him however he liked would be fine, but
suggested that if he lay on his back and pulled his legs back Carl would
achieve better and deeper penetration. Carl said whatever you think is best
my captain and Jack lay there allowing Carl to strip him naked, as soon as
he was naked he lay back on the bunk lifted his legs holding them up with
his arms exposing his hairy hole in the openly stretched valley.

Carl was amazed at the way the man's sphincter was opened up to him and he
bent down to taste the area as he lapped like a cat at the hairy flesh. He
loved the taste of sweat and the funky odour emanating from the captain's
ass as he licked and prodded the hole with his tongue. The captain was
sighing from his ministrations and Carl felt the muscle pulsing as his
tongue prodded into it, it slowly opened to him and his tongue was soon
wriggling as deep into the hot tunnel as he could push it. He moistened the
hole with his saliva and when he achieved what he thought was enough
lubricant he straightened and grasped his hard cock placing the crimson knob
against the brown wrinkled lips guarding the captain's hole.

The captain pushed down as Carl pushed inwards and with no effort he slid
into the man in one smooth easy movement, the captain gasped in pleasure as
he felt the engorged boy meat thrust deep into his inner self, filling his
seldom used fuck hole. Carl was grimacing in extreme pleasure as he felt the
man's colon enfold around his buried boner, the furnace like heat and
slippery silky inner lining were incredible and he had to keep still or he
would have ejaculated prematurely. The urge to blow his load eased as he
held still although the muscular contractions inside the man's bowels still
stimulated him incredibly. He began to ease his penis back then push forward
as he felt the joy of his first sexual penetration and Jack was working his
bowel muscles to cause the boy incredible joy as he fucked him. In only what
seemed like seconds Carl felt his body reacting as he neared his climax and
as he began to cum he felt Jack's ring tense then tighten on his cock as he
began to erupt Carl joined him and they both groaned and jerked in unison as
they emptied their seed from their nuts.

The two of them collapsed panting onto the bunk, Carl's body falling onto
Jack's torso and squeezing the cum all over one another, the bleach like
odour of sex filled the cabin as they gasped together exhausted.

On deck Conrad and Bruce were trapped in the wheelhouse by the foul weather
raging outside and they had great difficulty discerning the outside world in
the dull light and pouring rain. Conrad finally decided to brave the weather
and do a patrol around the deck up to the bows to see if he could discern
their relative position to the island, to ensure they weren't dragging their
anchors. Bruce asked if he wanted him to go too but Conrad said, " No matey
you stay in here no sense in both of us getting wet, you can do the next
patrol. "
He opened the door and closed it quickly as he exited then he made his way
slowly and carefully up the tossing deck till he reached the bows. The ship
was tugging hard on her chains as the heavy seas punched her hull then ran
down her rolling sides. While he was in the bows the hatchway into the main
hull opened and a figure exited onto the deck. The figure was wearing wet
weather gear and it was impossible to see who it was but the build suggested
a strong heavily muscled body, the figure made it's way to the wheel house
approaching from behind. The figure peered through the rear porthole to see
Bruce on his own in the area, the person moved slowly around to the
wheelhouse door and reached out to open the door.

Here we leave the Siren's Song and if I hear you wish the tale to continue I
shall.

All my Best Wishes, justjames17.