Date: Tue, 1 Dec 2015 00:21:10 -0500
From: Robert Costic <robertcostic@gmail.com>
Subject: Pegboy

Pegboy
By Robert S. Costic

Robert Costic has written a collection of fairy tales, "Flamethrower
Fairy Tales," a novella, "Kepler's Revenge," a collection of
aphorisms, "Lightning Words," and a translation of the 19th century
German writer Theodor Storm's fairy tales and ghost stories.  All are
available as ebooks everywhere.

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Two pirate frigates in service of Great Britain, the Plunderer's
Disgrace and the Awful Knave, chanced upon each other on a gloriously
sunny day in the Caribbean and, once broadsides were tethered
together, their crew celebrated by breaking open their casks of beer
and, as their inebriation hit its peak, gangbanging the pegboy of the
Plunderer's Disgrace, a young man named Henry who was famous among
pirates for his insatiable sexual appetite and skills.  A total of 160
sailors climaxed in or on him over the course of day, sticking their
dicks in his mouth and asshole, one sailor after the other, so that
early on they found themselves plowing not only into his flesh but
also the warm, slick, and bountiful cum swimming inside of him.

The next morning, after nearly everyone had passed out from the
revelry, the crew of the Plunderer's Disgrace found to their horror
that Henry had disappeared along with the Awful Knave.  The only trace
of him was a puddle of cum that had leaked out of the swollen,
pussy-like lips of his sphincter overnight.  Captain Jonny Skewers
ordered his crew, "Put the lookout for the Awful Knave!  We must find
our pegboy!"

Henry indeed found himself captive on the Awful Knave, kept with
Jacob, the Knave's own pegboy, who told Henry, "I'm so embarrassed and
sorry that my crew kidnapped you.  If I had been a better pegboy they
never would have done this."

"It's not your fault," Henry said, "don't blame yourself.  Not every
pegboy can be as good at sex as I am."

"But I'm no good at all!" Jacob said.  "These days they don't touch me
unless they must, because they derive so little pleasure from me.  I
have sometimes even caught them fucking each other, and I have taken
it as sure sign as my failure to live up to my duties."

"That is a shame," Henry said, "Maybe I can help."

"How?" Jacob asked.

Henry took Jacob by the arm so that they stood face-to-face and kissed
him on the lips.  Jacob barely reacted.  "Kiss me," Henry said, "and
open your lips a little," and when Jacob did so Henry slipped his
tongue between them.  Their dicks stiffened and rubbed against each
other, and when Henry noticed he dropped Jacob's pants, first jerking
him and then putting his mouth around his cock.  Jacob had never
experienced this before, having only been on the submissive end of
such pleasures, and having Henry going down on him revealed how it
supposed to feel.

Before Jacob came Henry stood up, spun around, dropped his pants, and
whispered, "Fuck me." Jacob grabbed his dick and searched for Henry's
hole, and, finding it loose and receptive, slid it in.

"My hole is nothing like yours," Jacob said.

"It takes practice," Henry said.

Jacob wrapped his arms around Henry's torso so he could press deeply
in him, and he fucked for all of thirty seconds before shooting his
load of semen.  Jacob knew it was quick and kept his dick in Henry to
savor the moment, but once it softened it slipped out and all the cum
poured out along with it.

"I'm going to teach you all I know," Henry said.  "The Plunderer's
Disgrace will be looking for me.  By the time I'm found the Awful
Knave won't mind giving me up because they'll have you."

Over the next several weeks Henry and Jacob played together whenever
Henry was not busy with the other sailors.  They alternated roles so
that Henry could show Jacob how he took dick and then have Jacob
practice.  Henry's greatest difficulty was Jacob's tight asshole,
which did not yield easily, but Henry rimmed it and lubricated it with
his saliva until it could give way.  From there Henry worked him in
long sessions to pry him open.  At first the ecstasy of being fucked
came slowly to Jacob, but with each succeeding session it came faster,
until eventually the pleasure came instantly.

One night, when seven pirates wanted to gangbang, Henry told them,
"Let's fuck Jacob, too."

"A waste of time!" one of the pirates said.

"No thanks," said another.

"Men, give him a try.  I've been teaching him.  I can take only so
many of you guys at a time anyway.  Some of you can use him while you
wait for me."

"Fine!" said one, and he forced Jacob to his knees and stuck his dick
in Jacob's mouth.  To his surprise Jacob took it with aplomb, and he
moaned and began to guide Jacob's head with his hands to facilitate
with the rhythm of his sucking.  The other pirates whipped out their
dicks and Jacob grabbed two to jerk off.  Two other pirates stuck
their dicks in Henry's ass and mouth.  Soon the pirates were taking
turns fucking Jacob as well.  Henry and Jacob kissed and tongued each
other, and when the pirates finished coming in both of them they took
turns on each other, Jacob coming inside Henry's soaked hole and Henry
coming inside Jacob's soaked hole.

>From then on the pirates of the Awful Knave considered Jacob redeemed.
They used Jacob and Henry equally and sometimes even found their
pegboys taking the initiative.  Sometimes if one of them found a
pirate especially attractive or with an especially enjoyable dick they
would find him in a hammock in the berth deck, jerk him while he
slept, and then suck him off.  If the pirate awoke to he never seemed
to mind.

One day Henry was licking the cum leaking out of Jacob's asshole,
which had just been fucked several pirates, and after he finished he
rose and tongued Jacob, sharing with him all the cum he held in his
mouth.  Jacob swiped some of the cum off Henry's mouth with his hand
and used it to lubricate the head of his dick, which he jacked off
until they came.

"You know what?" Henry asked.  "I love you."

"I love you, too," Jacob said.

"I know I said that the Plunderer's Disgrace would be looking for me,
but if they ever do I don't think I could stand to leave you."

"I don't want you to go."

For some time they had nothing to worry about, but all of their carnal
pleasures were eventually interrupted when the HMS Jupiter approached.
The British captain met the captain of the Awful Knave, Paddy Noon,
and told him, "There is a Spanish galleon that I want you to attack.
I am prohibited from doing so myself because Britain is not currently
at war with Spain and royal ships are therefore prohibited from
attacking them.  But I already engaged one pirate ship and want you to
join.  Any booty you capture is yours, split between you and the other
ship."

 "Give us some weapons, food, and other supplies and we'll do so
gladly," Paddy Noon said.

The British captain agreed, and they made plans.  Once the Brits
loaded the Awful Knave with supplies they parted ways, the Knave
heading to the coast of Cuba to meet the Spanish galleon, which, once
they saw it sailing through Ovando Bay, impressed and intimidated them
with its gargantuan size and majestic construction.  They veered in
their approach so that they would not directly face the galleon's
broadside, lest its many guns fire upon them.  As the Knave crossed
the water the sailors spotted the other pirate ship, the Plunderer's
Disgrace, approach a little farther away in the opposite direction.
Without having said anything to each other the crew of the two ships
knew that one intended to approach the galleon's stern and the other
the galleon's bow.  The galleon itself saw what the pirates did and
began to turn to get its enemies within view of its guns; and so all
three ships spun, with the galleon like the rotating sun and the
pirates like revolving planets.

This passed for hours, with the pirates approaching slowly until
finally, in the late afternoon, it became apparent that they would in
fact converge.  Most of the pirates, including Jacob and Henry,
gathered their weapons and prepared to storm the galleon's deck.  They
sailed within 500 feet, 400 feet, 300 feet -- they could see the eyes
of the galleon's sailors -- 200 feet, and then within seconds they
bumped right into each other.  Pirates from both ships stormed onto
the galleon as planned and totally overwhelmed the crew.  Henry and
Jacob, armed with machetes and guns, climbed side-by-side along with
the other pirates.  With very little fighting they all seized the
galleon's captain and won the crew's surrender.

They looted the galleon of its treasures, vast loads of Peruvian gold
and silver, and as the pirate captains oversaw the equal division of
it between themselves Jonny Skewers told Paddy Noon, "While we are
here you might as well return Henry to our crew.  I had in my mind to
avenge you for your theft, but today's success has me in too good a
mood."

"You can have him," Paddy said.  "He trained our pegboy Jacob and
we'll be fine with him now.  He's a special fellow."

"I know.  Did you get a gander of the galleon's pegboy?"

"You mean that giant octopus they keep in a tank?  I shudder to think
of men arousing themselves with that thing.  It's unnatural."

Jonny was silent.

Once they finished sorting the loot the captains looked for Henry, but
he could not be found.  Neither could Jacob.  But then in the process
of searching the three ships some of the pirates noticed that one of
the galleon's rowboats had gone missing, and when they finally turned
their eyes to the sea to look for it they saw it lying empty on the
beach of the Cuban coast.