Date: Sat, 24 Jun 2006 17:27:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: zanhoweser Mackington <zanmountain@yahoo.com>
Subject: Master Michael Willington Wadsworth 04

Master Michael Willington Wadsworth 04

Boy Characters:
Michael Willington Wadsworth 13-1/2 -- son of the Governor of the Island
Geoffrey Headsworth 12 -- son of the captain of the guard
Penley Wadsworth 11 -- brother to Michael.

Disclaimer: The story is purely historical fiction. The characters are
fictional. If you are offended by b/b and m/b or historical accounts of the
time period 1700s for pirates, then do not read this series. Comments to
zanmountain@yahoo.com are appreciated.

PART 04

THE ISLAND EXPLORATION

After a full breakfast the two boys, Michael and Geoffrey decide to explore
the island.  The Governor detains his younger son Penley to study Latin
with a tutor that just drove up to the mansion.

"Shall I send the royal carriage for you two boys to take you where you
wish?"  Governor Wadsworth adjusted his powdered wig and smiled at Michael.

Michael felt a punch from his best friend Geoffrey who nodded "no."

"Uh, no sir father, I believe Geoffrey and I will search for pirates from
his horse."

"I see! Master Geoffrey, I did not know at your young age you were a
horseman. Good show dear boy."

"Thank you Governor. We will be off by your leave." The 12 year old bowed
in respect to the Governor. The Governor bowed back.

The two friends scampered off after Michael changed into more common
clothes, yet still tight knickers that made his curve mound
nicely. Geoffrey helped his friend mount his horse tied outside the mansion
and the two galloped away.

"Ooh dear. Do you think that was wise?" Mrs. Wadsworth worried to her
Governor husband as she fanned herself.

"Yes dear. He is a boy. Enough of the book learning from England. He needs
to expand his horizons with real life events. The island exploration and
his new friend will afford him that. Boys must be boys." The governor sat
down and sipped at tea poured from a silver serving set by house
attendants.

"Penley! Penley! On with your Latin lessons in the study. You are too young
for such bold adventures dear."

"Motheeeer! Please. Oh this is droll. Very well." Penley waited for his
Latin instructor as he watched his older brother and Geoffrey gallop away
laughing.

Both boys rode bareback and laughed in the wind. Geoffrey was fairly
muscular as he lived on the island and was use to the daily hardships.

"How should I hold on? This is a fast horse!" Michael's blond pig-tail
danced with each gallop of the horse.

"Put your arms around me." Geoffrey slung the black hair out of his blue
eyes.

Michael hugged Geoffrey tightly as the minutes rolled on.

"Ease up Michael. I can't breathe. Hee hee. Are you really that scared?"

Michael complied. His arms and hands dropped lower. Geoffrey could breathe.
Michael held onto his friends firm thighs. They galloped and would stop at
various points along the route to the village.

"It is breathtaking! You can see the bay and the ships. The town below. Oh,
the lush vegetation and palm trees. Just as the books painted the image in
my mind back in England. How gallant."

"Come along Bacchus." Geoffrey whipped the horse. The horse jolted.  "This
will be about 30 minutes to the town. Hang on." Added Geoffrey.

Michael thought Bacchus was a curious name from the ancients to name an
animal. It brought back memories of how his friend indicated he enjoyed
reading and viewing the drawings of brawny Roman swordsmen. The Greek
depictions showed nude men and boys.

As the minutes passed by, Michael's hands innocently dropped to the inner
thighs of his best friend. The up and down motion caused Michael's hands to
rub Geoffrey's hot crotch. Soon the 12 year-old sprouted a very rigid
erection!

"The condition happened. Look yo. There she blows!! Ha ha ha ha ha."
Laughed a boisterous Michael.

Geoffrey laughed even louder but blushed as his penis was pointing straight
up and very hard.

"Geoffrey! My new saddle horn. This! CLAMP CLAMP Both hands tightened about
Geoffrey's swollen and rock hard cock.

Michael was expecting his friend to protest but the ride continued. The
minutes waned on. Michael did not understand why he also was obtaining a
semi erection in his tight knickers.

After 10 minutes of up and down horse riding Geoffrey brought the horse to
an ABRUPT stop and almost fell off!! He tried to walk but fell backwards on
the ground breathing hard. He was also sweating a bit.  Michael climbed
down and kneeled beside his 12 year old handsome friend.  "What is it
Geoffrey? Are you ill?"

"Ooh. No. Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhh. I uh. Oh. I feel so strange. Something
happened!!! It feels like the world about me is swirling. I have to catch
my breath."

Geoffrey stood up and unbuttoned his knickers and his semi-hard boy dick
sprang out.  Wagging about and quite thick.

"Do you have to make water (piss) here?"

"It felt like I did. When you were holding on tightly to my phallus. Going
up and down on the horse made it tingle. Then it felt like my water was
going to explode out of me!"

"Geoffrey! Oh Geoffrey. Look! Look! It's sticky. Clear and sticky. Look!"

Geoffrey looked down at his shaking young dick and wiped a big drop of
clear sticky fluid from his piss slit. He examined it closely with his
index finger and thumb.

"What happened? This has never happened before! Am I ill? My breathing has
now slowed down."

"You've stained your pants. Look, a big wet spot." Michael hands him his
own silk handkerchief

"Yes. And it is sticky. But it is clear. Maybe I'm injured?"

"I don't know Geoffrey??! I am so sorry if that injured you. Did we hurt
it?"

Geoffrey tasted his finger and reported "It is sweet. Sticky and
sweet. See?"

"Stop that you scamp. Sweet water from your phallus? Maybe it is puss. Wash
your fingers at once."

"I don't have an infection. It seems to be fine. No puss. I don't
understand the fluid. It is certainly not piss." Geoffrey mused.

"Did it hurt when it came out?" asked Michael.

"No, not in the least. In fact, it was an incredible feeling. The same
feeling when I would abuse myself when I turned 11 years of age. That deep
gut wrenching build up with release and relaxation. But this day, this
sticky fluid issued out. This is a mystery."

"Should we visit the town doctor?"

"Um, no. I don't think so. Look, it is all the way down and hanging
now. Thank you for your handkerchief.." Geoffrey hands the expensive
handkerchief back to his friend and tucks his spent young dick into the
tight confines of his curving mound crotch of his knickers. His days of dry
orgasm has now yielded to the first spurts of sticky clear PRE CUM. (he has
not had is first cum yet as he is 12).

The two resume their horse ride through the town and several other
locations on the island. All the time Michael is rubbing the wet spot on
his friend's pants.  Late that afternoon they return to the Governor's
mansion. Michael dismounts and waves goodbye to his best friend.

That evening after dinner at 8PM, Michael looks from the balcony of his
bedroom towards the fort and the town. He can't stop thinking about his new
friend. What very curious times they both find themselves.

Michael readies himself for bed once more after a rousing wooden sword
fight with Penley. They pull on their night shirts and quickly slip into
the narrow bed. The moon is bright tonight. Penley falls quickly to sleep
into almost a gentle purrrr.

Michael surveys the blowing silk curtains as island breezes sweep across
his open balcony. His hands are behind his head. He can't stop thinking
about Geoffrey. They day's events were extraordinary and puzzling. He rubs
his nose. He sneezes. The scent of the cut flowers the servants put in his
bedroom must irritate him. He gently gets up without disturbing Penley and
tosses the flowers over his balcony. As he comes back to the bed, his dick
wagging back and forth, he has a series of sneezes. He quickly reaches for
his handkerchief and wipes his nose.

He smells the sticky residue from his friend. He inhales deeply and
remembers the scent of Geoffrey. He licks the handkerchief, he remembers
Geoffrey reporting it was "sweet."  He chews on it. He rubs it on his chin.

"Geoffrey was correct." He puts the handkerchief tucked away in a
drawer. He retires to the bed. He scratches his crotch as his soft pubes
provide a slight itch. His 13 year old dick twitches and rolls.

"Oh no. That must not happen. I will not be able to make water in the
morning. I will think of Latin and the Roman War Histories. Yes, very droll
lessons." Michael drifts in and out of sleep with a strange churning deep
in his gut and balls. He has had a strict upbringing and the church has
warned against self-abuse. He has not abused himself since age 12. But now
a powerful urge, a force, a pressure is welling deep within him.  Crying to
explode. He does not understand it. His balls are ACHING from packing so
much first cum in swollen vesicles. He has had morning wet dreams but has
not been aware of its meaning. The more he resists the powerful sexual
urges, the more young semen accumulates in his swollen balls. He drifts to
sleep repeating:

"abusus non tollit usum (misuse does not remove use). Uh, let me see. Oh,
uh, ad libitum (toward pleasure). Uh, citius altius fortius (faster,
higher, stronger). Z z z z z."

As the blond haired boy sleeps, his lengthening dick twitches and
rolls. His twin balls move up and down slowly. He moans in his sleep,
tossing and turning. His puberty is in full rage. His dick hardens and
relaxes many times through the night.

Next Chapter - THE NEXT MORNING