Date: Tue, 30 Dec 2003 08:42:40 +1100
From: james robinson <justjames17@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Training Ship, Part 6.

This story is a figment of my imagination, it never happened in real life.
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       The Training Ship, Part 6.
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The hand grasped the handle of the wheelhouse door and pulled it open, Bruce
jerked in fright at the sudden opening of the door. The figure almost leapt
into the wheelhouse and showered Bruce with droplets of cold water; Bruce
was reeled back against the far bulkhead of the small area as the figure
slammed the door shut cutting off the blast of frigid wet air. The stranger
stood and turned towards Bruce whose heart was still palpitating with
fright, the hands raised up and pulled the hood of the bright yellow jacket
back exposing the ruddy countenance of the 2nd mate Mr. Richards.

Bruce's heart rate slowed as he recognised the older man, Mr. Richards
smiled at Bruce and asked where Conrad was. Bruce told him he had worked his
way to the bows to check the anchors, and it was his turn to go next. The
mate nodded and said that they were doing a good job and he would check back
later and relieve them with two new duty men. He pulled the hood over his
head and opened the door jumping out into the gale and slamming the door
closed again as, he headed for the warmth below decks. Bruce went back to
peering through the clear view hoping for a glimpse of his friend Conrad
returning from his dangerous trip to the bows, no sign of him through the
pelting rain so Bruce went back to day dreaming about Alan and the feel of
his slim buttocks against his tool under the shower.

The time dragged by and he saw a figure approaching through the rain, the
guy rushed to the door of the wheelhouse and opened it hurrying in and
slamming the door behind him. It was Alan and he disrobed out of the heavy
wet weather gear and stood there in a tight pair of shorts and a t-shirt,
Bruce's heart leapt in his chest as he saw the bulging crotch of the boy.
Then he slowly raised his eyes to the handsome, no pretty face, he saw that
Alan's left eye was blackened and almost swollen closed, he had been given a
hiding by the look of him. Bruce said, " Who did that Alan, was it that
asshole Mark?" Alan nodded and said; " When he couldn't find you he decided
to take it out on me instead." Bruce's anger rose as he looked at the damage
done to Alan's pretty face and he reached out and hugged him, as he hugged
the boy to him he heard a sharp intake of breath and he released the lad to
look into his eyes. He saw pain reflected in the innocent blue eyes, then he
reached out and lifted the t-shirt to expose Alan's torso, there were three
heavy purple bruises, two on his rib cage and a massive one on his slim
muscular abdomen.

Bruce was absolutely livid about the cowardly attack on Alan a much younger
and less robust guy by the large muscular Mark, he was ready to kill the
thug he was so wild then Alan grasped his face and pulled him closer as he
kissed him on the lips. Alan whispered, " Don't get upset about Mark, he
will get his just deserts one day, my bruises will soon heal and you wont
even see any damage. I don't want you to get hurt tackling Mark he is too
strong for you too."
Bruce began to speak, " But I." The lips of Alan locking to his and
smothering his words as he kissed Bruce fervently muffled any further
speech. Alan locked his arms around Bruce's neck as he smooched him
amorously, he could feel the anger draining from Bruce's tense body as he
relaxed into the kiss. They were still lip locking when Conrad returned from
the hazardous trip to the bows, he opened the door to find the two bodies
entwined and lost in a world of their own. He mischievously shook the water
from his wet clothing all over the two lovers causing them to recoil and
move away from him. Bruce was cursing him as he laughed then he jokingly
punched him in the shoulder as he cuddled Alan with his other arm, Conrad
laughed back at him then gave Alan a quick peck on the cheek saying,
" Welcome to our family Alan, you are a great addition and will add a touch
of class to our rough uncouth ways. Bruce and I are a bit rough around the
edges you will have to polish us up a bit."

Alan sniggered and replied, " You can be as rough as you like I really don't
mind at all."
Bruce said, " We would never be rough with you Alan you are too gentlemanly
for us to be rough. You would probably break if we played rough with you,
your not built as robustly as we are. "
Alan frowned to look as though he was annoyed and said, " I'm a lot tougher
than I look you know guys, I can take quite a bit of punishment."
Conrad nodded and said, " Yes I believe you Alan, and those are nasty
bruises you are sporting there. I presume that was that moron Mark flexing
his overgrown muscles again? If that guy had one more brain it would be
lonely. "

Alan laughed and nodded in agreement with Conrad's summation of Mark's
intelligence, he hugged Bruce and then kissed him again. He rubbed his
crotch against Bruce's groin and they soon were kissing passionately as
their bodies became fully aroused. Conrad stepped to the clear view and
checked the weather. He noticed a slight decrease in the amount of water
bucketing down from the racing clouds and the howl of the gale seemed to
have quietened a little and dropped a few octaves. He turned to the madly
kissing duo and called to Bruce saying, " It seems that the weather is
abating slightly, I wonder should we report it to the captain below."

Bruce gently broke away from Alan's lips and raised his head to peer through
the water-streaked windows of the wheel house and said, " Yes I think you
are correct mate it seems to be dropping and quite quickly as well."
Conrad asked, " Do you think we should report below and let the captain
know? "
Bruce said, " Yeah I think he would like to know it's improving and the way
it's dropping he may soon want to up anchor and get under way."
Conrad said, " Yeah if the wind begins to swing we could be hard ashore on
the island before we can do anything about it, I'll go below now and let
captain Jack know, you hold the fort up here Bruce."

Conrad opened the door and hurried out on deck almost running to the hatch
to go below, he flung off the fastening clamps and pulled the hatch open
stepping through and closing the hatch again. He hurried down to the
captain's cabin and rapped on the door, the captain's voice barked, " Who is
it? " He replied that it was Conrad and then   heard the usual, " Come. " He
opened the door and stepped inside to find the captain lying on his bunk
naked with Carl snuggled up against him, a self-satisfied smirk on his cute
young face. Captain Jack asked, " What have you to report young Conrad? "
The lad stood to attention and told the captain the weather was moderating
quickly and the rain was easing off. The whole time his eyes were riveted on
the scene on the bunk and his trousers were bulging with a boner. The
captain sat up, disturbing Carl and nearly depositing him on the deck, he
swung his heavy legs across and dropped to the deck, his fat huge prick
swung in the air as he straightened up and his full balls filled the gap
between his thighs. Conrad's eyes were riveted on the fantastic display of
adult manhood. He raised his eyes to see the captain smiling at him as he
lowered his hand and hefted the heavy genitals and repositioned them.
Conrad's trousers showed a tenting even though he was wearing his wet
weather gear; captain Jack saw the reaction and grinned at Conrad. He bent
down to retrieve his discarded clothes from the deck tossing young Carl's to
him so he could dress as well, the captain quickly donned his clothes and
led Conrad from the cabin. As they hurried along Jack bellowed for the first
mate Mr. Wills to shake his stumps and meet him out on deck.

The captain and Conrad burst through the hatch onto the deck and saw that
the rain had almost ceased completely and the wind was down to a strong
breeze, the heavy cloud cover was lightening and a bright ray of sunshine
broke through the cloud and lit up the white lighthouse on the island like a
searchlight. Mr. Wills hurried on deck followed by the crew and the captain
ordered the anchors shortened in preparation for getting under way. The
young men leapt to the focsle and began to shorten the heavy anchor chains
using the windlass, a relic of times past before ships had steam or electric
power to operate winches. The siren's song had winches but the captain liked
to use the old ways to teach the boys how it was in the glorious days of
sail, he thought it created men out of boys if they weren't mollycoddled.

The ship inched along towards the shore as the anchors were shortened, then
the captain ordered the port watch and the trainees to get aloft and begin
to unfurl the sails in preparation for getting under way. The lads were
quickly up the ratlines and positioned along the spars undoing the
fastenings and dropping the sails, the Siren's Song began to tremble as the
wind blew into the sails. The captain ordered the anchors raised and the
starboard crew soon had them hard up in the hawse pipes and the anchor
chains were choked to stop them paying out again. The ship began to drift
back with the wind and the bosun was twirling the wheel to swing the rudder
over and turn the ship onto the wind. The graceful old lady curtsied as she
swung and the sails filled with wind sounding like a thunderclap as they
billowed out.

The ship slowly gathered way as she turned with the wind aft and soon the
bow was showing the white moustache as she picked up speed on the wind. The
crews stood down and the lads returned to the deck as they watched the
island pass down her starboard side. The north end came into sight as they
passed a huge hole cut through the rocks by the waves and soon the northern
end would be a separate rock. The ship cleared the island and the crew could
see the seal colony on the wave washed rocks and they could smell their
odour on the wind and hear their grunting and barking as they jostled for
the best positions.

Conrad was now off duty and he and Bruce decided to grab their fishing gear
and drop a couple of lures in the wake at the stern, Mr. Wills gave them the
ok and left them to it. Over went the shining lures and they could see them
flashing in the water as the ship surged on. The lures had only been in the
water for about five minutes when Conrad's reel screamed in protest, he
dived on the thirty kilo outfit and set the hooks, the Denison of the deep
took of at a great rate of knots heading for the reefs off the island.
Conrad increased the pressure by thumbing the spool, the speed of the fish
caused the spool to rotate at incredible speed and the friction burned his
thumb pad. He cursed and watched the line disappearing rapidly from the
heavy Shimano game reel, he backed off the drag a little as the friction of
the water could cause a break off, as the fish got further away. Finally the
reel began to slow as the fish tired, he was able to pump the rod and gain a
little of his lost line, the crew all watching the battle as Conrad began to
force the fish back towards the ship. Bruce wound in his line in case it
fouled the stretched nylon between Conrad and the fish; he was encouraging
Conrad and cautioning him not to try to skull drag the fish. The battle
raged back and forth for over an hour as the fish tired and gradually was
encouraged to approach the ship.

Bruce was watching the water closely for the first sign of the fish and he
soon could discern something gleaming in the depths, he called out to
Conrad, " I can see colour mate, take it easy or it will frighten and snap
you off. "
Conrad eased the drag a little more in case the fish did a dive close to the
hull, Bruce was waiting beside him with a flying gaff ready to hook the fish
and drag it from the water. The tired creature slowly gave way and was lying
exhausted on the surface being towed along by the ship, it was a Kingfish of
massive proportions, a real hoodlum or greenback as they were called, it
looked to weigh about 35 kilos and it's streamlined shape slid through the
water. Bruce lowered the gaff and waited his opportunity then sank the huge
hook into the tired fish then dropped the handle of the gaff onto the deck
and began trying to raise the fish on the heavy rope.

The fish was too heavy for him to lift on his own, Chris and Alan joined him
pulling on the rope. The Kingfish flapped and struggled but was drawn up
from it's normal element and dragged unceremoniously over the gunnels to
thump onto the deck where it's body drummed in panic till it was put out of
its misery by the use of a baseball bat across the head. The crew admired
the huge fish and Conrad was slumped on the deck sweating and aching from
head to foot after the long struggle to land the fish, Chris joined him
jabbering with excitement about the epic struggle. The ship's cook arrived
on the scene and asked Conrad if the fish was for the crew to eat, he said
that Kingfish were great tucker and tasted beautiful.

Conrad nodded and grinned tiredly saying, " It's big enough to feed us all
for a week."
The cook laughed and said, " Well I can guarantee you it will not get to be
a boring meal, I will ensure that."
Captain Jack arrived and looked at the great fish then noticed the blood
running out onto the white deck, he looked at Conrad and said, " I hope you
will clean up the mess your fish is making on my clean deck young Conrad."
Conrad looked down at the fish and replied, " Certainly captain I will scrub
it away, you will never know it was there."
Captain Jack smiled and said to the lad, " I'm glad to hear that, and by the
way congratulations Conrad that is a fine specimen of a fish you have
landed."

The captain ruffled Conrad's tousled hair as he turned and walked away
chatting to Mr. Wills. Conrad felt proud that the captain had complimented
his fishing skill and he felt happy the captain had felt enough to make
contact with him by ruffling his hair. He felt a stirring in his groin as
his penis twitched from the captain's brief touching, and he wished it could
be more intimate. Chris squatting beside Conrad noticed that his boy
friend's cock had stirred at the captain's brief contact; he glanced up to
Conrad's face and saw the longing expression on his handsome face and the
dreamy expression in his eyes. A twinge of boy jealousy stirred Chris and
his heart fell in his chest as he realised that his lover was interested in
the old man who was their captain.

He vowed to himself he would drive the infatuation from the older boy's mind
and made up his mind to do all possible to ensure his sexy lover stayed with
him. Conrad was daydreaming of being between the captain's thick hairy
thighs as he gobbled on the massive pole of the man. He then imagined the
sensation of feeling that thick blunt helmet stretching his tight ass lips
open as it slowly invaded his small teenaged anus, he shivered at the
thought of the sensuous pain as his small ring was opened to breaking point
as that blunt intruder popped into his shit chute and began to fill his
insides as it rammed deep into his muscular smooth young body. He didn't
realise that anyone who cared to look would see his burgeoning boner as he
sat there dreaming, Chris moved in front of him to block his groin from view
as he tried to arouse Conrad from his reverie, luckily the rest of the crew
had wandered of after the excitement and the cook had removed the fish to
the galley to prepare it for the next meal.

Bruce was still beside Conrad and he too realised that his mate was lost in
a sexual fantasy, he nudged Conrad as Chris shook his knee, it took several
seconds for Conrad to realise who was doing the contacting or where he was,
so deep was he lost in the erotic dream. His vacant gaze finally cleared as
he shook his head to clear his thinking and he saw Chris staring into his
face with a worried expression on his cute face, he turned to the side and
found Bruce also staring at him curiously. Chris broke the silence to ask, "
Are you ok Conrad? You had us worried the way you were behaving, you seemed
to be in a trance or something."

Conrad just smiled and said, " Hi guys, no I'm fine just thinking about
something."

Bruce grinned at his friend and said, " Yeah I can see you were really
thinking about something extra hot because your cock is like one of the
masts. If it gets any stiffer or longer we could put a sail on you he, he,
he. "

Chris placed his small hand on the hugely tented shorts and touched the hot
hard pulsating penis, he felt the heat burning through Conrad's clothing and
he gently squeezed the rigid bar. Conrad moaned gently and Chris felt the
rigid flesh jump in his fingers and a small wet spot darkened Conrad's
shorts as he oozed a dribble of pre cum juice. Chris and Bruce's bodies were
shielding the action from the deck and they new that this could only go on
for a brief time before someone interrupted their small group. Chris
squatted back on his heels and looked at the guy who he loved above all else
and wished he could go down on his beautiful penis right now, he knew it was
impossible but still desperately wanted to satisfy Conrad's present arousal.
He thought if he did that his boy friend's thoughts would be filled with him
instead of the captain, at least for the moment anyway.

Bruce watched the small drama enacted in front of him, and he felt sorry for
the 12-year-old boy who was so obviously infatuated with his friend, that he
was brave enough to fondle Conrad's erection in the open on deck. He studied
the cute youngster and admired the sweet smooth body and the obviously
gorgeous bubble butt of the boy; he envisioned what it would look like when
he was nude on the bed. He imagined the deep tan of his torso and legs
ending at the marble white flesh of his tight muscular young ass cheeks
divided by the obvious crevice dividing the curvaceous mounds. His mouth was
salivating at the thought of licking out the hot sweaty area hidden between
the delightful rubbery pads of boy flesh and muscle, he imagined the sweet
boy aroma of this hidden treasure as his tongue tasted the boy's tightly
clenched sphincter.

Bruce jerked his greedy eyes away from the boy's buns and began to stand up
exposing his tented shorts to Conrad and Chris, the younger boy's eyes were
locked on the bulging manhood showing through the material, and from where
he squatted he had a view up inside the gaping leg of Brian's shorts. He
could see the large round eggs hidden in their soft slightly hairy sack
through the stretched tight material of Bruce's briefs, the start of the
swollen perineum disappearing between the smooth thighs towards the hidden
lips of the older boy's ass hole.

Chris licked his soft lips as his gaze moved between Bruce's swollen pole
and Conrad's erect cock, the sight was almost too much for the young
inexperienced lad and his little prick was beginning to ooze slippery fluid
into his boxers. He closed his eyes and tried to still his trembling body
and his out of control thought processes, his brain was whirling around in a
haze of eroticism as he envisioned both older lads naked with him between
their sexy muscular bodies. He suddenly moaned aloud as his body spasmed and
his young dick began to spew his excited juice into his boxers, both Conrad
and Bruce saw the kid's eyes roll up into his head as his small body rocked
to the explosion from his nuts. His cute mouth hung slackly open as he
bucked and trembled frantically till his body emptied the pent up sperm into
his clothing. The boy almost collapsed onto the deck and Conrad had to reach
out a steadying hand to support the delirious boy till he regained his
equilibrium and his breathing slowed to normal.

The sight of his young body wracked with erotic convulsions as he voided
every drop of his semen caused both older lads to wish that they had been
sucking the boy's cock and been able to drink his juice instead of it being
wasted on his clothing. They could see the spreading damp stain as cum
soaked into his boxers then his shorts and from the size of the wet spot it
was a good load for a young boy just commencing his puberty. The older lads
both thought the same thing, what a complete waste of such a delightful
essence, but there was nothing they could do about it as they watched the
stain spreading, darkening the blue denim till it was almost black.

Their reverie was broken by the sound of a ship's fog horn and they jerked
back to the present to see a large container ship passing them close off the
starboard side, the huge hull towered above the Siren's song as her hull was
much lower in freeboard to the modern day ships. The ship filled the sky as
they watched and her size stole the wind from their sails, their ship slowed
quickly as the sails flapped ineffectually and she began to roll as the huge
swells from the wake of the ship hit her slapping heavily against her sides.
The deep drumming sound of the huge ship's engines throbbed through the air
and water, as she moved past, the aroma of her diesel engines filled their
nostrils. Their olfactory nerves so long used to the pure sea air revolted
at the stench of the diesel and a few lads coughed as it assaulted their
lungs.

The vessels parted, as the larger ship powered on, her crew lining the rails
waving and watching the stately ship of a bygone era, as they motored on
towards the south. Her stern throwing a huge mounded frothy wake where her
massive propellers churned the sea driving the heavy steel hull through the
water. A haze of brown diesel fumes staining the clear blue sky as her
funnels belched the hot air from her thumping pistons. She rapidly grew
smaller as the Siren's song picked up speed, her sails filled again and soon
the ship was a faint dark spot on the horizon, then she vanished from sight
and the only sign of her passing was the remnants of froth on the sea and
the faint odour in the air from her exhausts.

The boy's thoughts were shattered by the incident and they all stood leaning
on the stern rail staring silently towards the horizon where the ship had
disappeared. They retired below where Chris went to the head and took a
shower washing his drying sperm from his body, and then drying off he donned
fresh underwear and shorts and walked to his bunk to rest up till mealtime.

We again leave the Siren's Song as she sails serenely north towards her next
port of call Sydney, the capital city of the State of New South Wales.

If you are enjoying this tale, don't hesitate to email me. All emails
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James.