Date: Sun, 23 May 2004 20:08:55 +1000
From: james robinson <justjames17@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Training Ship, The Resurrection.

This story is a figment of my imagination and bears no resemblance to real
life, there are no sexually transmitted diseases in my dream world so no one
used condoms, unfortunately in the real world we have to protect ourselves
so please take precautions, I don't want to lose any of my readers.
All comments can be emailed to me at justjames17@hotmail.com, all emails
will be answered but flames will be extinguished on receipt.



       The Training Ship, The Resurrection.
Justjames17.


Seven long days have crawled past while the Siren's Song lay drowned and
alone in the murky depths of the slow flowing polluted river, her hull home
to the small fish and other aquatic life endemic to that area. The silt and
other dross slowly covering her deck and hull, filtering in to the charred
remains of her inner works, algae began to grow and establish on her remains
giving a furry green softening to her upper works. She began to appear like
she belonged in this watery world instead of floating above on the surface.

A heavy throbbing sounded through the water and a large shadow crossed the
muddy bottom sending the schools of silvery fish darting into the torn
opening of the ship's hull. Above on the surface a large barge like craft
moved slowly into the wharf ahead of the sunken ship, the massive propellers
frothing the murky water as the big diesels roared in reverse to stop the
barge's forward movement. The soft slimy mud of the river bottom stirred and
clouded the already murky water until the Siren's Song was blanketed in the
dull ooze.

Standing on the dock were Owen, Les, Nick and his father, they had been
advised that the salvage barge would arrive this morning and were eagerly
awaiting it when it chugged slowly up the river. Owen and Les caught the
mooring lines as the barge crew threw them across the narrowing gap, they
dropped them over the bollards and the winches pulled the heavy craft slowly
into the pilings of the wharf. The pier groaned as if in pain as the thick
rubber buffers ground against the wooden pilings, the whole wharf shuddered
from the contact. The throbbing diesels ceased and silence descended on the
area except for the squawking of a few nosy sea gulls hovering around the
barge looking for tucker.

The barge captain rolled out of the wheelhouse, his squat thickset body
literally rolling as he waddled across the deck, he climbed onto the dock
grunting and puffing like a grampus. His whiskery red face beaming at the
waiting group as he stood up steadying himself then advanced with his hand
outstretched to shake the hands of the waiting group. He grasped John's hand
nearly crushing it as he pumped it eagerly saying, "Well we are here
finally, I'm sure you are happy we are."

John winced at the powerful grip on his manicured slim hand and replied, "
Yes captain Barlow, we have been dwelling on you getting here and raising
this beautiful old lady, she has been lying here too long. She deserves a
much better fate and we intend to see she is soon revived and refitted."

The gruff old seafarer grinned through his whiskers, he removed the cigar
stub and said, " I certainly will get her up and floating as fast as I can
it should only take a few days. We will weld a patch over the gash in her
hull then raise her with air bags and by pumping her out with our biggest
pumps."
John smiled his thanks and said, " It can't be soon enough for us may I
introduce two of her former officers?"

The captain nodded and replied, " I'd be glad to meet anyone who crewed on
this ship I remember her visiting Sydney a while back, she was a credit to
her Skipper and the crew."

John introduced both mates and they shook hands eagerly Owen said," Welcome
captain I hope you are successful in your endeavors in raising the Siren's
Song. We desperately want to start refurbishing her to her former glory. She
will be a living, working memorial to the captain and the two other lads who
died aboard her."

Captain Barlow replied, " You can call me Fred, I'm not one for formality
this isn't the Navy. I'm just like you two guys a working seaman."

John then interrupted to say, " Regarding payment Fred, let me know the
costs and I will transfer the money direct into your bank account or would
you prefer cash on the barrel head?"

Fred thought for a few seconds then replied, " I'm not fussed which ever you
prefer John, you are the boss."

John replied, " Fine maybe you would like half and half, that way you only
have to declare the amount in your account."

Fred grinned, " Ha, ha, ha, that sounds pretty good to me, what the
government doesn't know the Government can't Tax."

Fred then said, " Well it's been great meeting you all but this isn't
getting your ship raised so I'd better get moving."

He turned and climbed back aboard the barge and began giving orders to the
waiting crew, the deck of the barge became a hive of activity as
preparations were begun to get the Siren's Song up from the clinging filthy
mud. The welding gear was trundled to the stern of the barge and the long
lines of the hoses run out and connected to the large cylinders and the
mixture was set and tested ready for the divers to begin the welding of the
patches to seal the large gash in her hull. The salvage divers appeared in
their heavy wet suits and breathing gear as the depth was reasonably shallow
they didn't need the normal aqualungs, they would be breathing surface air
as they worked below.

The men slid into the water and swam to the ship to examine the damaged
stern section, their large flippers disturbing the surface of the river as
they kicked through the turbid water. They stayed below for some 30 minutes
before resurfacing and climbing back onto the barge, there was a huddled
conversation with Fred and then they broke apart and began to gather the
welding gear as the crane on the barge began to raise a large steel sheet
from the deck. The crane slowly raised the metal sheet and swung it out over
the water as four divers waited to receive it and then position it in place
over the torn hull section. The steel slowly lowered into the water and the
divers began the heavy task of moving it to cover the long gash, it took two
hours for the heavy patch to be positioned successfully to the divers
satisfaction. The men then surfaced and the barge crew passed the special
underwater welding gear to them, they lit the torches and slipped below the
surface. The flaring torches were visible as the men flippered along to the
stern section, there they began to weld the patch to the hull of the Siren's
Song. The glow of the torches and red-hot steel was visible as they welded
the top seam of the patch but as they worked down into the depths the glow
vanished in the discolored water. The only sign of their working were
bubbles and small amounts of smoky fumes from the welding.

Three hours past and the watchers had departed to eat then returned to the
wharf to continue their vigil as the men worked to ensure the ship was
watertight. Fred greeted them on their return to advise them that the
welding was progressing well and the job was nearly half completed. The
salvage expert said that the men would be finishing welding very shortly as
the light was very poor due to the sun lowering in the sky and the dirty
water. The welders would return to the job next day as soon as the light was
good enough, he said it wasn't any use using lighting in the filthy murk so
the job would wait for sunlight tomorrow.

John looked disappointed and said, " I'm sad that the job isn't finished
today but I'll leave it in your capable hands Fred."

He turned to Owen, Les and Nick and said, " Well guys it looks as though we
can leave today and return tomorrow, with luck we may see the ship refloated
in a couple of days, if all goes well."

Owen looked happy then frowned and asked, " Have you investigated the
ownership of the ship yet? I'm not sure if Jack owned it outright or if
there were partners in the deal."

John said, " No Jack wasn't the only owner the bank owns most of the ship as
Jack was paying off the loan. I have made both the bank and the insurance
company a very good offer to purchase the old girl. Do you know if Jack had
any relatives Owen? "

Owen looked thoughtful then shook his head, " I never heard him mention any
family, I think the ship and crew were the center of his life, that was
until he met Carl and Nathaniel. Of course they are dead as well so they
can't inherit even if he left a will."

John replied, " If Jack left a will nominating them as the recipients of his
will then the money will go to their relatives, I will look into the will
and find out if he left one, my solicitors will do the search."

John again invited Les and Owen to join them at the hotel for some
refreshments, Les said that he had promised Timmy he would be home by 530pm
but Owen was delighted to accept the kind offer. John dropped Les off at his
niece's house then told the driver to take them back to the hotel.

Les meanwhile put his key in the lock to open the front door when the door
was opened quickly and he stood there in shock till he saw Timmy standing
there naked except for a tiny pair of Speedos. His hard excited boner
snugged against his plump little boy tummy, the Speedos left nothing to his
imagination as he could make out the small helmet showing slightly larger
than the boy's shaft. Les's mouth filled with saliva at the thought of
sucking the rock hard little penis, as Timmy wriggled and squealed in
ecstasy. Timmy threw himself into Les's arms and wrapped his legs around the
man's waist, Les could feel the hard flesh pushing into his stomach as Timmy
hugged him tightly saying, " I've missed you all day unca Les, did they get
the ship up today?"

Les squeezed him back and said, " Not yet lovely one it will be a couple
more days I think, but things are going to plan so far."

Timmy grinned and ground his cock into Les's guts as Les slid his hands
around and under his chubby little ass cheeks. The boy's impish face lit by
the intensity of his devilish grin, he pulled Les's head down and stared
into his eyes closely then rubbed his cute little nose against Les's,
Timmy's blonde hair swinging over his forehead as he rubbed back and forth.
Les marveled at the soft silky skin of the boy he reveled in the smoothness
as his fingers felt the boy's ass cheeks through the leg holes of the togs.

Les was entranced with the sexy boy and he gently kissed the soft pink lips
as he poked his tongue into the sweet young mouth, Timmy responded urgently
and his tongue licked the old man's invading appendage, soon they were
dancing together joyously. Les felt his cock straining in his clothing and
it was becoming uncomfortable so he walked to the couch carrying Timmy with
him, he lowered the tenacious tyke onto the cushions and stood up to adjust
his hard horn. Timmy saw Les adjusting himself and immediately his hands
flew to the man's groin as he fumbled to get at Les's boner.

He unzipped the jeans and tried to pull them down but he hadn't undone the
top button, so the effort was unsuccessful. The boy struggled to undo the
button as Les stood there, watching him in his efforts. The boy finally
undid it and he yanked the heavy denims down exposing the white jockey under
shorts, the fat hard man cock billowed the material out and a large wet spot
centered where the helmet was. Timmy raised his head and sucked the bloated
head of the cock through the cotton underwear, Les grunted and couldn't help
pushing the tool further into Timmy's mouth. The boy gagging on the material
covering the hot cock, he pulled back and quickly dragged the waistband out
and down tucking it beneath the large full hairy nuts.

Les moaned loudly as his burgeoning pole leapt free from its cotton prison
and slammed hard against his pepper and salt happy trail, a bubble of
excited pre cum flicked up and landed on his left nipple. Timmy gurgled
happily when he saw the heavily veined man meat leap upright in front of his
gleeful young eyes, his sweet young mouth opened slightly as he licked his
soft pink lips.

Les was watching the look of utter animalistic desire as it took hold of the
youngster, his eyes locked on the man's pulsing penis as his face slowly and
inevitably closed on the hard fat tool. Les was trembling with expectation
as Timmy extended his pink tongue and touched the shiny purple helmet; the
sensation surged through the older man's body, his nerves leaping in sheer
ecstasy. He reached out his hands and gently clasped the boy's blonde head
and slowly pulled him onto his penis, the boy began to work his wet warm
tongue around the fat dripping glans as he lapped up the salty tangy fluid.
Les's cock oozed pre cum in a river, which Timmy sucked and vacuumed into
his mouth and swallowing the juice as fast as Les was leaking.

Les was nearly delirious, as his great nephew sucked his raging roger
working his super sensitive knob with his small pink tongue. His body was
quaking with muscle tremors as his nerves took control, Timmy realized his
unca was out of control and he quickly rose up and settled his cute ass over
the engorged fat purple weeping glans, he began to push out as he sat on the
fat prick grunting in pain as the large hot fleshy ball began to stretch his
little boy hole. The sensation of the smooth slippery knob stretching him
wider and wider caused a burning pain to shoot through his tensed young
body. The boy whimpered but persisted in the torture as he forced his chubby
little ass onto the man cock.

His little rubbery ring stretched further and further as the blunt head
gradually opened him up, the tears of pain ran down his soft cheeks as he
groaned in frustration because the pole wouldn't slide inside him. The boy
rose up fractionally then sat back harder onto the rigid tumescent tool,
with a squeal like a stuck pig his face crumpled with pain but the large
sword was partially embedded inside his hot moist scabbard. The boy knelt
there unmoving as he tried to adjust to the pain and size of the intruder,
his tears running down his grimacing face to drip onto his undefined chest.

Les was lying there his eyes glazed over with sexual lust as he felt the
tight sheath wrap around the top couple of inches of his raging hard penis,
all normal thought submerged by the complete animal lust of feeling his
turgid excited tool inserted into the hot tight orifice that was Timmy. He
grasped the boy by his shoulders and began to push him down onto his roaring
roger, Timmy succeeded in relaxing his anus as Les thrust up into his
descending rectum as the boy whimpered in pain. Les felt the warm soft boy
ass cheeks come to rest on his tensed thighs and he knew he had fully filled
the youngster to breaking point.

Timmy's head was thrown back as his whole body trembled in pain and fear,
his desire to have his unca's cock in his ass was fulfilled but he was in a
great deal of pain as his boy body tried to adjust to the massive invasion
of his small rectum and colon. He felt as though he was totally destroyed
internally and his small sphincter was stretched and torn to pieces. Les
held the boy in a grip of steel, his calloused old hands clutching the
smooth, soft girl like flesh of his little lover. He murmured softly as if
in a daze, " Oh Timmy I've taken your cherry, I love you my little man, I
hope I'm not hurting you too much."

Timmy groaned and whimpered then replied, " Oh unca Les, I love you so much
but your dick is too big for me I'm afraid."

Les stroked the boy's arms then moved his hands onto the small chest and
began to nip the small pink nipples, Timmy wriggled and tried to giggle but
his wriggling had stirred the pain inside him again. He stopped moving and
knelt there like a statue for some minutes then the brave boy began to raise
up on the embedded shaft, his inner flesh was dragged down by the almost
fist sized knob. Pain raced through him again and he stopped half way up the
thick shaft and held there quivering, then he slowly eased back down onto
his unca, the feeling of being refilled was not as painful as before. He
slightly rose again then pushed down as the pain turned to pleasure, the boy
was soon in control and he worked the fat monster in and out of his tight
ass.

Les was groaning in complete ecstasy as he felt Timmy's guts sucking his
tool in and caressing his sensitive knob, he began to arch up as the boy
descended and soon they were in rhythm and the fat cock was ripping in and
out of the abused little ass .Les felt the twitching in his balls as the
stimulation sent him closer and closer to a climax, he knew when he arrived
there it was going to be earth shattering. Timmy was now leaping up and down
the slippery shaft and he felt the man tool grow bigger and swell more until
Les grunted and shouted, " Oh Jees! I'm cumming Timmy I'm flooding your guts
with my love juice."

Timmy rammed down hard onto Les's groin and began to wriggle and twist about
sending new and vibrant sensations onto the spasming spurting penis, Les was
screaming, " Oh Fuck, Oh Fuch, Oh Timmy, Oh my Lovely Sexy Boy."

Timmy was moaning as he felt his unca explode up his ass, his guts being
sprayed with thick ropes of the wonderful baby making sperm and he hoped he
could get pregnant from it. The boy was rocking back and forth stimulating
the man's orgasming cock and pleasuring himself with the sensation as the
huge member stretched and worked his insides. He could feel the pulses deep
inside his body and the touch of the burning hot sperm as it coated his
bowels. His motions caused some of the juice to ooze down the tunnel and
ooze out around the inserted cock, he could hear it squelching as the prick
moved around in his stretched ring.

Les finally finished exploding and the remnants of his climax dribbled out
of his exhausted cock, the blood filled sausage slowly relaxed and began to
shrink back to normal and Timmy whined in frustration as he felt it slide
from his ring allowing a flood of semen to dribble out of his wide open
sphincter. The boy attempted to close the gate but it was stretched too far
and it would take time to return to its normal size.
He folded down onto Les's sweaty hairy chest and the lay there exhausted and
panting together, in a haze of sexual fulfillment, they were lost to the
world and totally involved in their own bodies and each other's.

The two lovers didn't hear the footsteps approaching and the first they knew
was a hot mouth on Timmy's stretched hole licking the drooling cum and then
entering his open hole. Timmy shuddered and pushed himself up turning his
red sweaty face to see Mical kneeling down with his face embedded in his ass
cheeks as he licked and devoured the mixed juices drooling from the boy's
inner body. Timmy grinned tiredly and said, " Hi Mical, I finally got my
unca's cock into my body, it was awesome."

Mical pulled back grinned and said, " It tastes awesome too you both put out
a lot of juice, I love the cocktail I'm getting from your insides."

Timmy giggled tiredly as Les spoke in a strangled voice, " G'day Mical, I
didn't hear you come in, I hope you are ok with what we've done here."

Mical replied, " I 'm fine with it, I know Timmy has been dreaming about the
day you would fuck his tight little ass, he now has fulfilled his dream and
I know he is pleased with the result."
Timmy agreed and then he collapsed onto Les as he began to drop off to
sleep, Les cuddled him to his chest and kissed the damp curls on the boy's
forehead, Timmy sighed happily as he slept. Mical having cleaned out the
boys shrinking bowels turned his mouth to Les's cum and juice stained penis
sucking it into his wet warm mouth. Les groaned and wriggled slightly as he
felt Mical sucking him clean and he immediately began to crack a second hard
on, Mical was a master sucker and was soon pumping up and down on Les's hard
fat cock. In no time Les erupted a second although much smaller load into
the man's mouth, Mical drank every tangy drop and then released the again
flaccid cock.

He bent down further to explore the man's wrinkled brown eye, his tongue
slipped gently over the man's pussy as Les opened his legs wider, Mical
accepted the movement as permission to get more intimate and soon his tongue
was inside the Tight ring. Les was almost purring as the soft wet tongue
entered him and wriggled around tasting the crimson walls of his rectum,
Mical grasped the old man's thighs and spread the legs wider as he buried
his face fully into the ass cleft, his tongue as far up Les as he could go.
Les groaned and his anus pulsed around the inserted appendage, Mical began
to excitedly wash and ram his tongue deep into Les until Les croaked, " Oh
Mical do your best, I want to feel your pole inside me quickly."

Mical knelt up and prodded his dick into the wet slippery orifice and soon
was fully stuffed into the man's bum, Les was grunting and squeezing his ass
muscles to give Mical maximum pleasure. Mical was in paradise as he rammed
back and forth into the hot body, he threw his head back and pounded
frantically until he tensed and spewed his pent up load into Les flooding
him inside with hot man juice. Mical then collapsed on top of Timmy and the
three hugged happily together.

We leave Timmy's home and the three happy protagonists and we leave the
story at this point. The next chapter we hopefully will see the Siren's Song
refloated and being repaired.