Date: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 22:23:15 -0400
From: Tom x <niftywriter65@gmail.com>
Subject: Eirvarph and Megmefin - 7

Eirvarph and Megmefin - 7
By: Thom X

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Morning broke and the three muscular men had kicked off most of the sheets
and covers and were wrapped up next to each other like they had fallen
asleep.  Phinneas was the first to wake, and when he got his wits about
him, he grabbed a little more firmly on the young man next to him laying
next to him.  He drifted lightly in and out of sleep enjoying feeling
another man against his body again.  Memories from his first year aboard
the Howl of the Corsair came back, some enjoyable, some haunting.

Phinneas had been given to the Captain of the ship when he was not quite
20, his family believed him to be a miscreant, not having completed the
schooling they helped provide.  He had been involved in some controversy in
school and the Dean asked his father to collect him and not have him
return.  Phinneas' father and the Captain were old acquaintances, and
believing that perhaps sea duty could provide a little more discipline than
schooling, Phinneas' father brought him the Howl of the Corsair and wished
him luck.  That was the last time his son would see his father or even his
own family for many years.

Because Phinneas' family were merchant class people, not commoners yet not
aristocracy either, the Captain assigned Phinneas with one of his most
junior officers, Bartholomew, rather than the dingy quarters that most
recruits were given.  The junior officer quarters were not much different
from a common other than it had more space and a window.  The beds were
just as small.  His mate was a likeable sort, he had a flair about him that
was definitively masculine and determined but friendly.  They took an
instant liking to each other when they met.

Bart gave him a run down of what to expect on board.  He showed him around
the ship and told tales about visiting foreign ports of call and battles
and skirmishes they had with the Spanish.  Bart pulled down his trousers
and showed him a bullet he had taken in the leg in one of the early
battles.  Phinneas for his part was impressed with Bart's candor and
detail.  The Howl of the Corsair would be leaving port in two weeks and
duties were light, but Bart made sure to get Phinneas trained well.  At
night, they would enjoy a bit of rum after dinner and go to bed early.

One evening, long after the candle had been blown out, Phinneas could not
sleep.  The events of leaving school, boarding the ship, all that he had
learned since then and the incessant rocking of this ship had conspired in
his mind to gave him fits.  He tossed and turned for most of the evening.
About midnight, he felt someone lift the sheets and covers on his bed.
Bart, completely naked, crawled into bed with him.  Abruptly, Phinneas sat
up and demanded to know what was going on.  Bart put his hand over his
mate's mouth and whispered to be quiet.

"Ye be wakin' the whole ship with that tossn' and turnin'.  I'm here to
help ye sleep fitful."

He could feel Bart's hard penis on his leg.  Bart removed his hand from his
mate's mouth and replaced it with his lips.  Phinneas closed his eyes and
hesitantly returned the kiss.  It wasn't so bad as he had thought.  He
could feel Bart trying to pull at his pantaloons and realizing that he,
too, was hard, he helped his mate pull them off him.  With his cock free,
Bart reached over and wrapped his hand around it.  The sensation made
Phinneas see stars.  He had never touched any other person, and here was
another man taking his penis in his hand and making him feel very, very
good.

Bart laid down on his side and had Phinneas face away from him on his side
as well.  He spit into his hand and rubbed it onto his penis.  He spit
again and rubbed it on Phinneas' hairy hole.  Phinneas tried to protest but
Bart said it would be fine in a little time and asked him not to speak.
Grabbing his mate by the shoulder, he pushed his stiff cock to his
partner's hole and asked Phinneas to relax.  Slowly, with all the rubbing
Bart was doing on his crack he began to feel relaxed and soon he began to
feel a stirring inside him that made him extremely horny.  He soon realized
what was to happen and he hardened at the prospect.  He began pushing back
and helping his mate slick up his hole with natural lube.  Bart finally
took the lead and pushed a little harder until part of his cock slipped
into his mate's asshole.

Phinneas clenched his teeth and tried to pull away.  Bart's firm hands held
him by the waist.

"No, mate," he whispered, "it goes away shortly.  Stay still and let me
finish."

Phinneas closed his eyes and tried to think of something else as Bart
continued to inch his way into him.  When he realized that his mate was
fully in him, he began to panic.  It wasn't pain that was his enemy at this
point, it was the realization that he had taken a man inside him and he was
enjoying it.  Bart withdrew some and then slowly pushed back in.  Phinneas
let out a sigh and Bart repeated the motion.  Phinneas was shaking in
ecstasy.  Bart grabbed more roughly at his mate's waist and began to fuck
him in earnest.  Both were stifling moans and each were enjoying their sex.

Phinneas grabbed at his drooling hard member and began pumping it in his
fist.  Wave after wave of ecstasy, the next better than the last, assailed
his body.  Each thrust from his partner, each slick movement of his hand on
his own cock caused him to see stars and develop a ringing in his ears.  He
was trembling by now and could feel Bart's fingers getting tighter around
his waist.  Bart began to moan more loudly and picked up the pace of his
thrusting.  It was Phinneas who came first.  His cock exploded and he began
to shoot sticky gobs of cum all over the bed.  In his orgasm, his ass
clenched tightly around Bart who, at this point, was hammering his hole
sure and true.  He could feel Bart's cock stiffen and enlarging.  He could
feel the head of his mate's cock pushing against a spot in him that caused
his own still hard cock to twitch each time it got struck, and now his mate
was moaning loudly and holding his breath.  One last final thrust and Bart
let out a cry and stopped moving.  Phinneas could feel warm hot liquid like
he just shot filling his insides.  He closed his eyes and took a deep
breath.  It didn't seem like it would end.

But it did finally subside and he could feel Bart loosen his grip on his
waist and the pain in his hole slowly dissipate.  Bart pulled his less
swollen but still hard member from his mate's ass.  Phinneas could feel the
goo inside him slip out and coat his butt cheek as it rolled down to the
bed.  Both men stayed still and quietly gathered their breath for a moment.


Phinneas sighed quietly as he woke from the memory.  His penis was hard and
resting in the small of Eirvarph's back.

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