Date: Wed, 2 Feb 2011 20:00:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tortuga Gold - 13  (Revised)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my
imagination and not real life. I beg your pardon if there are historical
inaccuracies. The story will include descriptions of sexual activity
between teen boys, and in later chapters, activity between men and boys. If
material of this kind might offend you then please stop reading. To all
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Tortuga Gold - 13                                  t/t


Chandler looked across to where Tom was on his knees on the deck scraping
off salt and grime. It had taken the better part of two weeks for Tom to
heal enough to resume light duties. He wasn't allowed in the rigging yet,
but Chandler was sure it wouldn't be too much longer and he'd be strong
enough to climb.

The ship's carpenter was working on a section of the stern rail and
Chandler stood by his side handing him tools when asked. Chandler was
enjoying the work, the added bonus was that the carpenter preferred women
and so hadn't made any other requests of his assistant. "Not like being
Cook's Boy," Chandler thought.

"Captain wants the ship squared away before we reach port," the man said as
he tapped a chisel with a wood hammer.

"How long before we make the islands?" Chandler asked, squinting in the
bright sun.

"Fair weather, steady winds, we'll be in Port Royal in about four or five
week's time I reckon."

Chandler looked out to sea; the line of ships following the Tortuga was
impressive. The two prize ships were in the middle and the Soledad brought
up the rear. The excitement of the battle and the anticipation of the
tallying of the cargo had faded. Now it was work as usual. Chandler stared
at the prize ships and smiled. "More than you can count," he remembered
Tom's words when Chandler had asked what their share would be, "more than
you can count!"

* * * *

The carpenter dismissed Chandler late in the afternoon. The boy smiled and
hurried to find Tom. His friend was helping in the galley.

"I thought that was Stevens's job?" Chandler teased as he sat down next to
Tom who was cutting up some scraps of dried meat.

"I'd rather do this than scrub the deck again," Tom laughed.

Thatcher tossed something into the soup kettle.

"How's he working out as Cook's Boy?" Chandler asked, nodding in Stevens'
direction and biting into a bit of meat he had snitched off the cutting
area.

Stevens was sitting on the bench that had been made especially for the
ship's boys.

Thatcher smiled.

"That good, huh?" Chandler chuckled.

Thatcher stirred the soup. "No complaints," he grinned.

Stevens wiggled a bit, no doubt trying to get more comfortable. Chandler
remembered when he had been the one sitting on the bench. The greased wood
peg had felt strange the first time he had sat down on it. His weight had
forced the intruder ever deeper until finally his cheeks were on the bench
and the knob was crammed all the way up his hole. The feeling of the thing
filling his bum and rubbing against his button had been embarrassingly
pleasurable. His face had grown red, and not long after, he had squirt all
over the deck.

"Stevens must be feeling the same thing," Chandler thought, because despite
his efforts to hide it, the boy had a throbbing hard on.

Tom gave Stevens a mischievous look. "So do you miss being the Captain's
Boy?"

"Bugger off," Stevens whispered.

"Looks like you're the one getting buggered," Tom chuckled, and playfully
winked at Chandler.

* * * *

Late that night, Tom was sitting on the floor of the gun deck, in the spot
that he and Chandler used as their sleeping quarters. Tom leaned back
against the hull, his legs stretched out wide in front of him. Chandler sat
down between Tom's legs, his back resting against Tom's chest. Tom wrapped
his arms around him and pulled him close.

"Saw you looking at me today when you were supposed to be working," Tom
whispered in Chandler's ear.

"I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. Your arms were all sweaty and your
muscles were bulging," Chandler giggled.

"You like my muscles?"

"They're all right," Chandler teased.

Tom gave Chandler a tender squeeze. "Are you going to make me feel good
tonight?"

"Don't I always?" Chandler turned and smiled.

Tom nodded.

"So what's it going to be?" Chandler turned back and leaned against Tom.

"What do YOU want?" Tom asked softly.

"Hold me for a while?"

Tom snuggled his face against Chandler's neck and gave him a little
kiss. "For a while," he whispered, "then I'll want more."

Chandler made soft sounds as Tom nibbled at his neck and licked his ear.

The boys sat together for a time and then Chandler turned around, got to
his knees, and wrapped his arms around Tom's neck. He leaned in and closed
his eyes.

Tom saw the sweet look on Chandler's face as he drew near for a kiss. Tom
closed his own eyes as their lips met. The kiss was ever so tender and
gentle. Tom felt Chandler open his mouth in invitation, and Tom's tongue
took advantage. Chandler moaned softly, the sound muffled. Their tongues
played happily. After a time they parted.

"That was nice," Tom whispered as he pushed a lock of hair away from
Chandler's eyes.

Chandler smiled and gave him a little peck on the lips. "Yeah, but my knees
hurt kissing like this."

Tom reached for Chandler's shirt, smiled, and started to take it
off. "Well, let's do something else then."

Some time later, Chandler made a soft whimpering sound as Tom gently
positioned the head of his cock between his cheeks and slowly pushed his
entire length deep up his ass. "That's nice," he grunted in approval.

Lying on their sides, Tom caressed Chandler's chest as his hips started a
rhythmic thrusting. "So nice that you want it twice tonight?" Tom teased.

Chandler pushed his ass back apparently making sure Tom was all the way
inside. "Maybe," he chuckled.

Tom used a hand on Chandler's hip to steady himself. He paused and then
slowly drew back and then just as slowly pushed forward.

Chandler moaned, the tenderness of Tom's actions was evident.

Tom paused once more, his dick buried deep inside.

"What?" Chandler asked.

Tom kissed Chandler on the neck, "I was just wondering," he whispered.

Chandler reached for Tom's hand and their fingers intertwined.

Tom slowly pulled back.

"Of course I love you," Chandler whispered.

Tom pushed in again and the two were as one.

* * * *

After arriving in Port Royal, the Tortuga anchored in the harbor. The
Captain saw to the safe mooring of the prize ships and the Soledad. A few
short hours later an emissary from the Governor made his way in a small
boat out to the Tortuga and was welcomed aboard.

"What's that all about?" Chandler asked Tom as the Captain took the man
below.

"We owe the Governor some of the treasure," Tom answered.

"Why? He didn't fight!"

"Letters from him is what makes us privateers and not pirates. We pay him
and he pays others. We get what's left."

Chandler still didn't understand.

"We pays the Governor or we hang," Tom said quietly.

Chandler finally understood.

* * * *

It was days later that the Captain allowed the men and boys to go
ashore. The treasure had been divided, and Soledad sailed immediately after
her crew had been paid. They had taken coin and the Governor had taken his
portion in the form of cargo and gold from the captured vessels. The
Tortuga crew held the remaining gold and the ships themselves, which they
would sell and the money handed out. For the time being, all hands were
given an advance so that wine, women, and fun could be had by all.

Chandler's legs felt rubbery as he stepped off the plank and onto land for
the first time in months. "I wonder if big John will be surprised to see
us?" Chandler gushed as he and Tom headed down the street.

"Bet he'll be glad for the business," Tom laughed, shaking the small bag of
gold coins that hung from a loop of his britches.

Tug had offered to see the boys safely to the tavern. "Ruffians about," he
had grunted when Tom had resisted, "Remember?"

Chandler recalled how Tawse had stolen from Tom and left him in an alley so
many months before.

"Well, I guess you can come along." Tom tried to act tough, but it was
clear to Chandler having Tug join them wasn't a problem.

* * * *

Chandler gave Tom a concerned look as they rounded the corner. The wooden
sign with the crude sketch of a black dog hung crazily by a broken rope,
shutters covered the windows, and trash was strewn about.

"What the..?" Chandler said in confusion.

"Looks like it's out of business," Tug grunted.

"Big John would never let the place go like this," Chandler said quietly.

As they got closer, the place looked worse.

"What do you think happened?" Tom asked.

Chandler shrugged. He was relieved when he tried the door and it opened. He
entered and Tom and Tug followed.

The inside of the tavern seemed about the same as always Chandler thought
as he looked around. "Hello?" he yelled to the empty room.

"There in a minute!" A woman's voice called from upstairs.

The three waited and finally there were footsteps headed their way.

Chandler smiled when the woman appeared.

"Chandler!" Sarah shrieked in happiness and hurried down the last few
steps. Arms spread wide she wrapped her brother in a hug.

Chandler felt himself pulled off his feet as his sister lifted him and
continued her high pitched shriek of excitement.

"Save one for me?" Tom teased when Sarah finally let go of Chandler.

Sarah gave Tom a smile and wrapped her arms around him. "We heard the
Tortuga came in, but when we didn't see you boys we wondered..." her voice
trailed off.

"Came through it, and only just a bit worse for wear," Tom replied.

"Show her," Chandler said softly.

Tom pulled his shirt up and showed off the jagged line where he had been
injured.

Sarah winced. "Well, you're safe and sound now!"

"Where's Big John?" Chandler asked as Sarah led the way to a table.

"In his bed," Sarah glanced up the stairs, "there was a fight a few weeks
ago."  Sarah fetched glasses and a jug. "He was holding his own until one
of `em put a knife into him."

Chandler was afraid to ask.

"They say he'll never stand on his feet again," Sarah said softly, her eyes
growing moist, "but he's a tough old bird and I wouldn't count him out."

Tug filled a glass and tossed it down in one gulp, and then poured another.

Chandler and Tom glanced at one another exchanging concerned looks and then
Tom poured for both of them.

Sarah sat with her hands resting low on her belly. Chandler thought it a
bit unusual.

Sarah smiled when she saw Chandler looking her way.

"I've got a little one on the way," she whispered and rubbed her stomach.

Both Chandler and Tom grew wide eyed.

"You're going to be an uncle," Sarah chuckled.

* * * *

Chandler led the way upstairs, with Tom following closely behind. When
Chandler opened the door to the bedroom, Big John let out a bellow of
welcome. It was obvious he was very happy to see the boys again. It wasn't
long before he was asking them to tell him everything about their time
away.

"At the end, they made me Carpenter's Helper," Chandler said proudly.

Big John congratulated him on his promotion from Cook's Boy. "Learned a few
things at sea, I'll wager," he said with a wink.

Chandler blushed.

"Neither of us will have to drop our britches and bend over for a few coins
anymore," Tom said, shaking the sack of gold. "Unless we want to that is,"
he laughed.

* * * *

The next few weeks were busy ones. Chandler and Tom used every spare moment
they were allowed off the ship to help out at the tavern. As Tom had
predicted, the Tortuga crew was eager to spend the gold they had just
earned. The tavern was busy.

Chandler couldn't help feeling sad for Sarah every time he saw her climb
the stairs with a man. To his mind, her being in a family way seemed to
make things that much worse. He wondered why it had never bothered him
before. "Maybe I did learn a few things," he thought to himself.

Big John seemed to be getting slightly stronger as time went on. But the
progress was exceedingly slow and he still hadn't shown any signs of being
able to use his legs. He and Chandler had long talks each afternoon.

One day the conversation turned to Chandler's future.

"Back to sea?" Big John asked after one of Chandler's tales of life aboard
ship.

Chandler thought about the conversation he had with Tom a few days
earlier. No decisions had been made, but neither had been eager to set sail
again any time soon. "Don't know about that," the boy said softly.

"If not the sea, then what are you going to do with yourself?"

Chandler shrugged.

Big John had gone silent. "You came away with gold, you're a rich young
man."

Chandler nodded. "Captain says it was the biggest prize he'd ever seen."

Big John smiled, "Made some money in the tavern business, but nothing like
you!"

"What's going to happen to the Black Dogg?"

John shrugged. "Probably close, no one to run the place if I'm flat on my
back."

Chandler could almost see the idea forming in Big John's mind. It wasn't
hard to guess because he was thinking the same thing himself. "But, if Tom
and I were to pitch in.."

John gave Chandler a look, "and you took an oath to take care of an old
cripple, there might be some profit in it for you."

"What kind?"

"I'm thinking there's room for a partnership," John drawled.

"Need to be papers, all signed and such!" Chandler said warily.

"Aye, all right and proper."

"And we'd need a strong hand to settle the crowds," Chandler offered.

"Tug might be persuaded," John suggested, "told me himself he's about had
his fill of killing."

It grew quiet as both thought things over.

"No more upstairs work for Sarah," Chandler said firmly, the negotiations
now in full swing.

"If so, then there'd have to be some compensation for the loss of income,"
John countered.

"A bit of gold, but the rest in trade, helping out with cooking and such,"
Chandler countered.

John stared at Chandler, and Chandler stared back, each taking their
measure of the other.

Chandler stood and walked to the bed. He offered his hand. "Do we have a
bargain?"

Big John smiled, spit into his palm and reached out. "That we have!"

* * * *

Chandler laughed as Tug grabbed the drunk by the seat of his pants and his
collar, and tossed him out the door end over end.

"Just like Big John," Tom smiled.

The crowd was loud but reasonably well mannered. Tom and Chandler worked
the tables, Tug the bar, and Sarah saw to the "entertainment" assigning
girls to customers that wanted to go upstairs.

Tug had taken some jokes tossed by the Tortuga's crew for him tending bar
and not drinking away his share of the prize money. But Tug had decided he
had taken his last trip to sea.

Chandler looked at his sister as she sat at a table near the stairs. She
was definitely round in the middle now, the baby looking to be a big one.

"Mary's done," Chandler looked at the young woman slowly walking down the
stairs. "Shall we take off and she can serve the drinks?"

Tom smiled. "Haven't ended early in weeks," he chuckled.

"Let's go," Chandler grinned.

* * * *

The moon was full and the air cool and fresh as the boys walked through
town toward the harbor. All the taverns were filled to overflowing and
their noise carried down into every alley.

"Glad to have some time for ourselves," Chandler said quietly as they
neared the docks.

"The Tortuga looks deserted," Tom glanced at the ship anchored near the
center of the harbor.

"Most of the crew is at our place drinking," Chandler laughed.

"Or fucking," Tom smiled.

The pair leaned against the sea wall and looked at the other ships swinging
slowly on their moorings.

"Sorry about not going back to sea?" Chandler asked as he drew close to
Tom.

"Enough adventure for a while," Tom whispered.

Chandler looked around, and, seeing no one close, wrapped an arm around
Tom.

Tom turned and looked at him. "What about you? Are you sorry about not
going back to sea?"

"Big John and the Black Dogg are all that I know."

Tom gave Chandler a mischievous smile, "that and Tortuga Gold!"

Chandler laughed. "Let's stay here until the tavern closes, and then you
can show me a good time."

Tom bumped against Chandler, "shall we try to beat our record?"

Chandler chuckled, "sure, why not?"



* * * *



This is the final chapter. Thanks to those that have written and offered
encouragement. A special thanks to Andrew for his help with
editing. Comments? Write me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com Jon.