Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 22:30:21 -0400
From: Tom x <niftywriter65@gmail.com>
Subject: Eirvarph and Megmefin - 4

Eirvarph and Megmefin – 4
By: Thom X

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And so it continued, for another month or so Megmefin and Eirvarph explored
every inch of each others bodies, having sex sometimes three times a day
and both feeling like it was like the first time, every time.  Eirvarph had
become a great partner in bed to Megmefin, even if Megmefin hadn't taken
any other men before him.  The sex relaxed both of them and if there were
extra duties, they did them quickly and flawlessly.  They were beginning to
earn some attention from the Captain who would occasionally watch them from
the windows of his quarters, sitting in the dark and contemplating what
type of officers they might become one day.

Finally, the ship was set to land in Hispaniola.  The Captain gathered all
hands on deck to give them the rules of conduct on the island.

"There'll be no fightin' or getting' into duels with the islanders.  Ye be
wearin' yer shirts in public.  There'll be no fornicatin' in public
whatsoever.  And the man who brings a woman aboard will rue the day he
'twas born.  The women be bringin' bad luck to the venture.  If ye want a
woman, go to her brothel, don't be bringin' her to me ship."  The Captain
ordered.

"And whilst we be here, yer duties will be light.  But if ye don' complete
them, then I'll be cuttin' off the rum for everyone," he continued.  "We
will be settin' sail again in two weeks, with or without ye!"

The men agreed heartily to the rules and with that, the Captain dropped
anchor and let the men set to getting out the boarding boats.

Megmefin and Eirvarph boarded a small dingy with four other men.  The men
were somewhat older than the pair, but not by much.  Many had fine ruffled
white shirts of linen.  They smelled like perfume yet masculine.  The men
were tanned and solidly built.  Most were freshly shaven save for a small
sparrow.  All the men had a few years aboard the ship, and they were
excited to meet up with mates they had left behind a year or so ago on the
island.  For the most part, the men ignored the young recruits except to
ask if that was all they had to wear.  The men shook their heads when the
young men nodded.

"Ye won't be gettn' any lovin' with those clothes," one of the sailors
said, and the others started laughing.  Megmefin and Eirvarph looked at
each other dismally and looked down at their issued uniforms.  Indeed, they
looked a scurvy pair, threadbare and tight, and gray.  The men went about
talking with each other about their plans when they made it to land.  The
Captain had paid out two weeks salaries to each man and warned each to
guard it with their lives, there wouldn't be anymore money until they
boarded again.

The dinghy made it to the island in a relative good time, but it was
uncomfortable for Megmefin and Eirvarph.  They weren't looking as forward
to getting on the island as the other men were.  Except for one, the rest
of their mates dispersed when they arrived.  The older pirate put his hand
on Eirvarph's shoulder.

"Don't take the other men too seriously, they be a scurrilous lot," he
said, looking back and forth at both young men.  Megmefin and Eirvarph were
just looking down at the sand, ashamed of they way they had dressed.  They
hadn't known any better and didn't have any one of the older men advise
them until they were already on the boat.

"I'm Phinneas. Come with me," the older man continued.  "I will show ye
what ye need to do when comin' to land."

He spun around in his shiny black leather shoes and headed to the first
street in town.  The wind blew his shoulder-length jet black hair - so
black it almost looked blue.  His wide shoulders tapered to a lean waist,
probably helped by a red brocade vest cinched closed.  He was wearing a
pair of black tight trousers.  Eirvarph couldn't help but notice that this
older pirates ass was firm even if he was ten or so years older than he and
Megmefin.

The younger men followed Phinneas into the crowded bustling little port
town.  Painted women were looking out of upstairs windows fanning
themselves with fancy Chinese or Spanish fans.  A few batted their
eyelashes at the men.  The young men were in amazement as they tried to
keep up with Phinneas.  Customers were haggling prices with vendors at
tents and in the doors of small shops.  Everything was for sale here,
spices, cloth, food, all sort of sundries, even sex.  Phinneas, for all his
time coming to this island, was uninterested by the surroundings.  He had
seen this plenty before and knew his way around without being sucked into
the novelty of it all.  He turned sharply and went down a small alley,
stopped at a door with bars on its window and knocked quietly and quickly.
A fat bearded face peered through the window, and recognizing Phinneas,
opened the door quickly.  The young pirates followed.  Inside was very well
lit by many candles and the interior was very plush.  Locked in a cage at
the far wall was a boy, counting money and moving it from pile to pile and
scribbling notes in a ledger.

"I be brinin' ye some new customers," Phinneas said motioning to Megmefin
and Eirvarph.

"Aye," the fat banker said, "and ye Phinneas, what brings ye to Hispaniola?
Staying this time?"

"I be aboard the the Howl of the Corsair, we be in port for some time."
Phinneas replied.

"Ye know I almost closed yer accounts, seein' as how I haven't heard nary a
word from ye in over two years.  But I says to meself, that Phinneas always
be turnin' up at the oddest times.  I'll be keepin' his accounts 'til I
hear from the law or his wife."  And then he erupted in laughter.

Phinneas twitched.  "Is she still alive?" he asked.

The banker began laughing heartily again.  "I don't know."  And he laughed
some more.

"These two young buccaneers need your services.  Apparently, they weren't
raised so well as to know how to use the services of a banker."

"Aye, thank ye heartily for bringin' them to me.  I'll keep their money
safe like I do with yers."

The banker pulled out a new ledger and recorded their deposit with him,
after extracting his fee.  He explained how they could open accounts with
the local vendors and when they brought the receipts, he would pay them
after taking out another fee.  Phinneas explained that young pirates were
easy prey for the locals and were easy targets for robberies.  Placing
their money in the bank, even with the fees, assured them their money would
be safe and so would they.

After leaving the bank, they went to the tailor's shop.  Phinneas knew the
tailor personally and asked to have each tailored a new white silk shirt
with frill fronts, a pair of trousers, and a green brocade vest fitted to
them.  The tailor looked at Phinneas and he told them it would be on his
account.  The tailor looked at the clothes the young men had on and shook
his head.

"Where did they get these?"  he asked Phinneas, sticking a finger in a hole
he found on Megmefin's shirt.

"On board from some mates who left our company last year."

"Ah, did ye be wantin' to save them?"  the tailor asked.

"Yes, they still have to work aboard and they won't be dressin' up for
that.  But if they be wantin' something more suitable for the ship, they
can pay from their accounts."

The tailor shook his head again and sighed.  "Take yer clothes off lad," he
slapped Megmefin on the back.  Megmefin looked worried and searched
Phinneas' face.  Phinneas nodded.

Megmefin stood on the tailors platform and slowly pulled off his torn,
threadbare shirt.  Eirvarph turned his face away.  He knew if he saw his
mate naked he would be instantly hard.  Then Megmefin pulled off his
pantaloons.

The tailor gasped.  "He's got no skivvies?"

"Apparently not," Phinneas replied agitated, "Tailor them both a pair of
silk from my account."

The tailor pulled his tape from his neck and began measuring Megmefin.
Megmefin was thoroughly embarrassed by having to expose himself and move
his privates in front of not only the tailor but also his new found mentor,
Phinneas.  He noticed that Eirvarph had turned away and wondered why.

When the tailor finished, Eirvarph stepped up and began undressing.
Megmefin in his embarrassment had not put his clothes back on yet and when
Eirvarph saw his solid handsome mate naked, he felt a stirring in his
groin.  There was no turning back his solid cock was swelling and there was
nothing he could do to stop it.  He tried to put out of his mind what he
and Megmefin shared every night, but the harder he tried to forget, the
harder he became.

The tailor looked over at Phinneas and winked, "They be some solid stock,
no scurvy mates, here."

Phinneas nodded and moved from one foot to the other.  "Aye, indeed, they
be some solid men."

Eirvarph stood on the platform moving as he was instructed and not able to
contain his hardness.  At some point, he gave up trying and reveled in the
feeling of impressing his mentor and probably the tailor.  He noticed
Phinneas moving from foot to foot as the tailor measured him, and then saw
him step forward and point to his crotch.

"Make the crotch tighter on his."  Phinneas said, pointing at Eirvarph's
still solid cock.  "On both the trousers and the pantaloons."

Eirvarph immediately turned red and with that his cock began to deflate.
Megmefin stared dumbfounded at the tailor who was smiling at Phinneas.
Phinneas pointed over his shoulder to Megmefin and said, "And make sure you
can bounce a coin off his arse."  The tailor chuckled and recorded the new
instructions.


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