Date: Tue, 4 Jul 2006 17:11:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: zanhoweser Mackington <zanmountain@yahoo.com>
Subject: Master Michael Willington Wadsworth 05

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 05

THE NEXT MORNING

Michael awakens to find his younger brother Penley already awake and
glaring down at him. The two brothers are sporting morning hard ons!
Michael tries to cover his raging 13 year old boner but Penley pokes at it
and lifts his night shirt exclaiming:

"Look Michael. Mine is like that also! Ha ha ha ha. Let's sword fight. Come
on! I will wear a pirate's eye patch."

Michael arises and stretches. His raging morning hard on will not go
down. He catches a glimpse of himself in the gilded full length mirror in
their room. His boy cock is curved up and very hard. A sense of pride rises
in his cheeks.

THWAP!!!

"Come alas matey! Are ya gonna fight me Michael?!? Ha ha ha ha."

Penley had thwaped his brother's stiff cock with a toy wooden
sword. Michael grimaced in slight pain but quickly found the other other
toy wooden sword. The two brothers went to quick and furious wood wacking
of the play swords. CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACKKITY
CLAK CLACCK CLACKITTY CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK CLIKKITY CLACK CLACCCCCKADDDY
CLACK B R E A K S P L I N T E R ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

"Ahhhh! You broke the swords! I was winning! I was winning!" demanded
Penley.

"No you weren't you pirate scamp! No you were not!" retorted Michael.
Michael flipped Penley's black pirate eye patch off his head.

The two erect boys ripped each other's night shirts off in play fighting
RIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP RITCH RIPPPPPPPPPP RIPPPPP

"Aw! Mother's going to punish us." Michael looked down at the ripped
apparel on the cool tiled floor.

"You are a chicken! I, Penley the Pirate have won the battle...I have my
secret powerful sword here! On guard!!"

THWUP THAP WHUP THUP THUP ow!  Ow!  Ow! Ow!

Michael lunged at his younger brother with his erect cock and engaged in a
fast thwaping battle of erect penis sword play. The two hard boys laughed
as they wagged their hard dicks at each other like swords! It felt
strangely exciting.

"Even with your bigger sword, Michael, I have won again! I am the...."

"No! No! No you are not Penley!" Michael didn't know why but he grabbed his
11 year old brother's erect cock and swirled the boy around the room in
almost a dance. As he did so the wiggling laughing Penley went in and out
of the grasp of his brother trying to break free! Both boys laughed but
Michael found himself clutching the hard 11 year old penis that much
tighter. Michael rapidly did up and down motions on the sword in an attempt
to make his brother yield.

"You can not escape you pirate scamp. I have yer sword! Give up! Say you
give up!"

"Never! Penley the Pirate is the
greatest...Uh.........uh...........oooooooh...uhhh"

Penley fell to the floor and writhed clutching his quivering 11 year old
hard cock.  A strange expression came over Penley's face. His abdominal
muscles quivered and his firm tight butt flexed back and forth. Michael
knelt beside his brother in innocence and curiosity.

"What is it? Are you all right? Are you sick? Penley, what is it?" Michael
held his brother's face. Michael witnessed his younger brother's cock
twitching and lifting up and down off his belly numerous times. The piss
slit opened and closed repeatedly as if trying to exude something. But
nothing was coming out!

Penley rubbed his stomach and clutched his hairless young balls that had
drawn up.

"Oooooooooh. I felt faint. It felt like I had to make water. But my penis
quivered. It convulsed. A very strange feeling came over me. But see,
nothing came out. Nothing. I am dry. I am dry. I did not piss on
myself. Nothing came out. I am dry. But it felt like I was... I don't know
what. Oh what a strange feeling. Help me up, Michael."

The two naked brothers stood with erect penises. The blonde haired boys
were stunning in their boyhood beauty. An 11 and a 13 year old standing
facing each other with raging hard ons. However, Penley's firm dick was now
going down. As if satisfied. It was semi- hard now. Penley briefly touched
his brother's still erect and aching 13 year old cock to swipe a clear
sticky drop that had slowly emerged from the piss slit.  It was almost as
if something gooey was bubbling up and out of Michael's hard aching
cock. Michael looked down and saw another big drop emerge from his piss
slit. He swiped the drop up and tasted it.

"It's sweet like, like, like, Geoffrey's! Oh this is a curious
development. What can it mean? Maybe I should talk to my father. Maybe I
should consult the house physician."

Penley got dressed - as he buttoned up his curving crotch in his knickers
he smeared Michael's sticky clear pre-cum drop on his pants. "What is that
- sticky piss? Does that mean you are ill or injured yourself? Is that
because I hit you there with the wooden sword earlier? Like puss that
forms?"

"I don't know brother. I don't know. It is curious. I do not feel ill. In
fact, I feel light and very happy. Tingly. But there is a deep ache in
these." Michael gently rubbed his aching boy balls that were packed full of
young sperm. His prostate was bulging from excess fluid. His semen was
aching to burst out. He did not understand these feelings.

"You should tell father, Michael. You may be injured. I did not mean to..."

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!  "BOYS! BOYS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?
BREAKFAST IN 10 MINUTES. CAPTAIN HEADSWORTH AND SON WILL BE WITH US. COME
ALONG NOW."

"Uh, GULP. Ok father! Dear father. We hear you. Uh." Michael quickly backed
onto the open balcony from their bedroom clutching the billowing silk
curtains to cover his nakedness, expecting his father to come into their
bedroom.

"I am dressed father! Michael is not! I am coming down." Penley smiled a
prissy smile at his older brother and unlocked the door and pranced
out. The Governor peered in at his older son clutching the curtain about
his waist and said:

"I see. Michael, finish dressing and meet us at the table in 10 minutes."

"Yes father. Sir. Uh. Sir." Michael's lips trembled. His father closed the
door with a thud.

G R A B

Michael yelped to find his friend Geoffrey on the balcony firmly grabbing
his butt cheek and holding on.

"Oooooo Geoffrey. It is you. You scamp. You climbed up the balcony again. I
knew you and your father were on the grounds."

Geoffrey let go of his friend's muscular butt and patted it repeatedly as
if to spank him.

"You are naked as the day of birth. Is that why you are entwined in the
balcony curtain?"  Geoffrey was laughing and knew he had the better of his
best friend.

Michael dropped the curtain and showed his throbbing erection.  "I am hard
and can not make water. It is a common thing now these mornings."

"Yes! Yes. Remember I told you what I do to make mine flaccid so I can make
water."

"Yes Geoffrey. But this morning my brother and I were dueling with our hard
penises as swords and clear sticky drops emerged from my penis, much like
yours when we went riding that day. Remember?"

"BOYS! BOYS! HURRY UP! CAPTAIN HEADSWORTH IS WITH US. GEOFFREY!  ARE YOU
THERE! HURRY UP!"

"Yes Governor Sir. We will be down promptly."

"Oh Geoffrey! I can't put my pants on. Not like this. And it is
defiant. What will I ..."

Without hesitating and with due speed, Geoffrey knelt while tightly
fastening his grip around his friends hardened penis. He then began to
employ his tested answer to the morning wood problem:

RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB UP DOWN UP DOWN UP DOWN RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB
RUB UP DOWN UP DOWN UP DOWN

Michael's knees wobbled, they buckled, Michael's breathing became very deep
and laboured, His heart thundered and pounded, His chest heaved, His boy
abs tightened, His firm butt flexed, His toes curled, A deep knot tightened
deep in his gut, He slung his mop head of blond hair back as he closed his
eyes,

SPURTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!  SPUIRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!
SPURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTT!!!  SPURRRRRRRRRRTTT SPURTTTT SPURT Spurt Spurt
dribble dribble drop drop

Ropes of first white creamy thick boy CUM had exploded out the hot and
bothered virgin boy cock. His excited hot cock was twitching back and forth
after shooting so much pent up sperm.  His kneeling friend had taking a
face full of sperm and drops in his hair.  Michael fell to his knees
panting like a dog in heat.  His balls descended.  His young happy thick
dick quickly lowered.  The boy wiped the cum off his dick and off his
friend's face.

"BOYS! BOYS! DO NOT BE TARDY! AT ONCE, TO THE TABLE!"

Michael's head was light and spinning. He forced himself to get dressed.
Michael quickly got dressed, his knickers, shirt, shoes. He Tucked his
leaking semi-thick boy snake into his pants. Buttoned them up.  Geoffrey
was still in a daze and was baffled.

"What happened? What was that? Not piss. What?" Geoffrey looked at his
sticky fingers.

"I don't know. I may see the house physician. It felt incredible. Like the
sky bursting with the sun and clouds parting. I feel so wonderful. We are
late. Pleassse Geoffrey. Let's go to the table. Come friend."

The two boys sat side by side seated at the wondrous carved dining
table. Servants served from polished silver, every breakfast food
imaginable for the 1700s. They giggled and laughed to the amusement of
their parents.

Michael whispered to his friend "Your technique worked. It would not go
down until it was released. The sea serpent of the Caribbean!"

Both boys punched each other and laughed almost annoyingly.

Michael looked at his friend and blushed three shades of red. He leaned
hurriedly to tell his friend in his ear.

"Geoffrey. Quick! My stuff is on your nose and hanging off your right
ear. You didn't wipe it all off. Quickly." Geoffrey had dropped his linen
napkin to the floor.

Geoffrey looked cross eyed at his nose and saw a thick white strand of
stuff on his nose.  He crinkled his nose. He swiped it up with his
finger. He swiped up the dangling drop from his ear. He looked about for
his napkin. His heart raced.

"What is that on your finger, son? Son." Captain Headsworth asked his son
across the table.

Without thinking Geoffrey quickly put his finger in his mouth and sucked it
down. He mouthed the thick white creamy substance. He said:

"It was the cream sauce of the eggs, father. It is delectable. Thank you
Governor Wadsworth. Always a joy to eat breakfast with your family."

The breakfast had a creamy milk sauce poured upon the scrambled eggs for
the governor.  Geoffrey was quick thinking on his feet.

He tongued the sticky substance in his mouth noting it was sweet. It had
some saltiness.  Michael's millions of sperms were wiggling in the globules
on Geoffrey's tongue.

"Fast thinking Geoffrey." Michael leaned towards his friend.

"Geoffrey. We do not lick our fingers at the table of the Governor. You
have embarrassed me, young man." Exhorted his Captain father.

"Now, Now Captain. They are just boys. Boys will be boys. Manners are
coming in the form of finishing school in England for your son. He is 12
and will enjoy a year at Oxford learning the courtesies of the court."
Governor Wadworth sniffed his powder ring of herbs.

Mrs. Wadsworth came patting her son and Geoffrey on the shoulder just then
emerging from the parlor. She had eaten earlier and allowed the men of the
house to eat breakfast.  She patted Geoffrey on his cheeks and remarked:

"Young man. Pay more attention to washing. Your cheeks are
sticky. Oh. There is cream sauce in your hair. Drops. You must be hungry to
fling it over your head."

The table erupted in laughter, the governor taking it as a compliment that
Geoffrey relished the breakfast to such an extent. The Captain slunked
lower into his chair and turned red from embarrassment that his son could
be so loathe at his dinning manners at a guest table! The meal was quickly
finished with few words said.

"May we be excused to the dining room balcony father?" Michael gleamed.

"Yes son. You and your friend may be dismissed. The captain and I will
smoke here our pipes from England."

As Michael stood up he noticed a large round sticky wet spot in his crotch
area. His spent dick had leaked the after cum stain. He quickly covered
himself with his hands and took his still dazed friend to the outside
balcony. The bay breeze blew through the boy's shiny thick hair.After the
French Doors had closed behind them, the boys laughed and hugged each
other.

The talked of this frightening new experience and wondered what it could
all mean.

"So what do we make of this happening, Geoffey? Your technique employed
worked famously. But milky white substance shot from mine. When we went
riding on your horse, clear sticky substance shot from yours! I am so
confused."

"It scared me Michael. It looked like puss from an injury. But you seemed
to enjoy it as I enjoyed my expulsion of fluid that day. I am of 12 years,
and you are of 13 and a half years. And why do you have hairs crowning your
penis?"

"Yes indeed. Why would hairs sprout around the base of my phallus? For what
purpose?  They are sparse and few, and soft. But what do they mean?"

"Yes. What do they mean? Wait! The men of the village have bushes of hair
in the pit of their arms. They are older. We have none in our armpits. None
on our legs or arms. Yet, wait a minute. As we grow older, hair must emerge
about our penises. As they will certainly emerge from our arm pits."

"Yes, I see. Penley is 11, and has no hair there. His penis did not shoot
any fluid but he greatly relaxed after the pumping motion, similar to your
technique to relax a hardened penis.  It must be about growth and age."

"Yes, your balls are descended and a bit larger than mine. Mine are
large. Penley's are smaller."

"But what reason do these twin balls hang from us? And why do they hurt so
if smacked?  Do they help make water? Is our piss stored in them?"

"No I don't think piss is there. I have heard of physicians speak of
bladders. Sheep bladders and the such. I am fairly sure we have bladders
that store piss as well."

"We should be doctors!" The two boys shook hands and complimented
themselves on their powers of deduction. There was much to learn and
understand.

The boy's buttoned up crotches curved as mounds as they stood.  They
laughed and then spoke of island legends.  They were lost in thought and in
the friendship of each other when....

K A B O O M !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  An
iron canon ball shot across the balcony and hit squarely inside the
house!!!  Fire erupted and servants hurried to bring buckets of water to
douse the flames.

The boys turned their gaze to the bay and saw a massive Pirate Ship
supported by two smaller pirate ships blasting the village and firing at
the fort. The British ships were all at sea. They saw hundreds of Pirates
swarming in the village below.

NEXT CHAPTER -- PIRATE INVASION!