I haven't submitted anything for a while. Here's the first of what I hope to be a much longer story.
USUAL WARNINGS! This story contains scenes of youthful homosexual activity. In this first part, it is pretty tame and totally consensual (subsequent parts will be considerably less so).
Cabin Boys - 1785
Part 1. The Town of Portofino
Angelo was born into a seafaring family. Going back many generations, the men of the family, like most families in the small harbor village of Portofino, were sailors on ships of the merchant fleets of Genoa, the powerful Italian city-state of which Portofino was a part.
Angelo was a particularly attractive boy, with soft, flowing brown hair, hazel eyes, and a body reminiscent of Donatello's sculpture of David. [http://www.artchive.com/artchive/ftptoc/donatello_ext.html]
Life was good in Portofino. The merchant fleets prospered in this time between great European wars, and good wages flowed in from the work of husbands and sons at sea. Boys from seafaring families shipped out as cabin boys at the age of 14, the same age at which other boys began their apprenticeships. Angelo was 13 and lived a carefree existence, swimming in the warm Mediterranean water of the harbor, exploring the rugged seacoast for several miles in each direction, and playing with the other boys who had not yet begun their
lifelong vocations.
The weather was generally so mild that boys rarely wore anything other than loose short pants for most of the year. And in that place and time, a boy going swimming would invariably be nude. Nearly every day would find a group of tanned, unashamedly naked boys laughing and splashing in the quiet harbor, jumping off the quay again and again. (Girls, of course had no such freedoms, being kept under close watch by their mothers and learning to tend to the home.) If a pre-adolescent boy should get an erection of his little cock, it might elicit joking comments and maybe a playful feel from his mates, but adults would either not notice or just smile to themselves about the simple joys of boyhood.
But as a boy started to mature, as hair began to sprout above his no-longer-small cock, he knew that an erection should not be displayed in such a public place. That's why most of the 13-year-olds usually swam at a special place several hundred meters down the beach, where they could play in and around the hull of a small merchant ship that had blown onto the rocks some years before. Apprentice boys - 14 and 15 years old - would join them when they could. Younger boys were not welcome at what was essentially a "club". A young boy who tried to see what went on inside the old hull would be beaten and rudely thrown off the deck into the water. A boy could join only if a one of the gang spoke up for him. And then he had to pass the initiation: proving he could shoot cum and then performing any sexual request that another boy made of him.
Angelo's "sponsor" was his cousin Mario, almost a year older and his playmate throughout childhood. Though they hadn't played together as much since Mario had joined the gang of boys on the boat, Mario kept an eye on Angelo's physical development whenever he saw the younger lad swimming in the harbor. When he noticed that Angelo's dick had gotten bigger and his balls were hanging lower, Mario pulled him aside and said "Angelo. Let's walk down the beach so we can talk."
As they began walking along the shore, Mario asked some questions to determine the extent of the younger boy's sexual knowledge. He found that Angelo (then 13 years old) had heard about jacking off, but had never really tried it, thinking himself too young. The two reached a secluded place down the shoreline behind some large rocks, and Mario said "Cousin, I think you may be ready to play on the boat." He then explained the fun that the bigger kids had: playing cards, sharing a bottle of pilfered wine, jacking off together, and sometimes engaging in other (unspecified) kinds of sex play. He then said "OK Angelo. Time to see if you can make cream from your cock; we'll do it together, like the boys on the boat." And he pulled down his pants, showing a small tuft of dark pubic hair, and began to jack up his cock to a 5-inch erection. "Come on, Angelo. You'll love it!"
The youngster dropped his pants; Mario reached out and said "like this", pulling the boy's foreskin back and forth along the head of his cock as it quickly swelled to a slender rod of 4 inches, pointing straight up. With his other hand, Mario caressed his cousin's dangling ball sack. Angelo looked up into the older boy's eyes and smiled.
"That feels good, Mario; let me try."
"OK. Just do what I do" said the older boy as he leaned back against a warm boulder and returned to stroking his straining cock in earnest. Angelo wrapped his fist around his boner, working it up and down, feeling a strange sensation building up inside of him that he had never felt before.
Soon, Mario called out "watch this! I'm going to shoot cream!" And his 14-year-old dick exploded with hot cum as his hand continued to stroke convulsively. Angelo watched in wonder as he continued stroking himself, sweating from the effort. After a few minutes he paused and said "It feels wonderful, but my arm is getting tired and no cream is coming. Maybe I'm still too young."
Mario had come out of his post-orgasmic stupor by this time and said "I think you can do it. Since I'm about to ship out, I want to help you get into the "boat gang" before I leave. I'll do something for you that I'm sure will make your cream shoot." And with that he sank to his knees in front of Angelo, placed his hands on the boy's slender tan ass cheeks, and slowly enveloped the cute boy-erection in his mouth. As Angelo felt the hot wet mouth around his tender young dick, he let out a moan of sensual delight. His knees started to buckle, and he held onto Mario's head for support. In the process, he pulled Mario's mouth all the way to the hairless base of the hard little cock. Mario let his lips and tongue glide sensuously back up along the slender shaft, letting his tongue flick at the sensitive cock-head when he reached the top, and then quickly fell into a rhythm of up-and-down sucking and licking that soon had Angelo gasping and thrashing his hips to push deeper into his cousin's mouth.
"Oh, Mario! Oh, God! I'm going to explode!" His words served only to make the older boy suck harder and faster, grasping Angelo's butt cheeks as the little hard-on pistoned in and out of his mouth. "Ahhhhh!" Angelo groaned as his dick began to pulse a few thin strands of cum into Mario's sucking mouth. Angelo whimpered with ecstatic exhaustion as his cousin stood up and held the boy tenderly in his arms, their warm naked bodies pressed close together.
Early the next morning, Angelo and Mario walked down to the same spot. It was time for the younger boy to show he was ready for the boat. They both shed their pants and stood naked before each other, their tan skin glowing in the morning light as they simultaneously reached down and began jacking themselves. Angelo kept his eyes on Mario's hand and cock, excited by the erotic display and eager to imitate each movement. Mario knew he was being copied, stroke for stroke, and took it slow at first. Then he quickened the pace and cupped his balls with his left hand, gently squeezing. He bent his legs slightly, pushed his hips forward, and closed his eyes as his body moved inexorably toward orgasmic release.
This time, Angelo knew what he was after. After having experienced the magic of sexual climax the day before, he knew he would want it again and again. And he now was rapidly learning how to build the feelings of pleasure until the wonderful sensations would spread through his body. The two boys stood side by side, hips touching, right hands flying in urgent strokes. Mumbled words of lust let each know that climax was near for both of them: "Oh yes! Oh God! I'm almost there! Yes; yes; oh, yes; here it comes!" And within seconds of each other, they both shot their loads of cum; Mario in five or six healthy spurts flying several feet; Angelo in smaller amounts, smiling blissfully as he continued to hold his softening dick and leaned back on the boulders.
The boys ran down into the water and swam in the ocean for a while, splashing and dunking each other. Sometimes their smooth naked bodies rubbed together underwater, and both of them savored the sensual feelings. When they emerged and walked back to where
their pants had been left, Mario said "Angelo, remember yesterday when I sucked you?"
"Oh, yes, cousin; it was fantastic!"
"Well, the boys on the boat may have you suck them for your initiation, so you need to learn to do it right. Now get on your knees and take me in your mouth." Mario explained the basics of cock sucking to the younger boy and was pleasantly surprised by the precocious manner in which Angelo took the instruction. Mario was not yet hard, and Angelo licked along the shaft, nibbled at the foreskin with his lips, and brought the tip of his tongue into a playful dance around his cousin's cock head. He brought his hand up and pulled the foreskin back, fully exposing the head as Mario's cock lengthened and thickened with excitement. Angelo continued to flick his tongue all over the older boy's sensitive glans and into his piss slit.
"Ah! Angelo! You're torturing me!" cried Mario as he pushed the younger boy's mouth gently down his cock. Angelo immediately tried to take the whole 5 inches to the hilt and gagged a bit. But a few minutes of up and down sucking allowed him to grow accustomed to the sensation, and he proudly discovered that he was able to take Mario all the way into his throat.
Late that afternoon, Angelo and Mario walked down the shore to the boat: a 70-foot schooner whose crushed bow was wedged into the rocky shore at the base of a cliff. Access was gained only by swimming out to the stern and climbing a knotted rope to the deck. The deck was fairly level, tilting only a bit forward and to the right. As the two cousins swam out, they were greeted by four boys - all of them naked -
lounging on the deck, swimming, and diving off the stern. Three were 13 and 14 year olds (two of them apprentices) and one a 15 year old apprentice furniture maker - the oldest of the boat gang. Mario had already told them he was bringing out Angelo, so they all scrambled expectantly down to the enclosed space below deck. Everything salvageable had been removed after the ship was wrecked, but some crude furniture - the work of the 15 year old - provided a table for card playing and chairs. A weather-worn canvass sail piled in a corner
provided a bed of sorts Light shone in through large open hatches in the middle of the deck and portholes along the sides. As everyone was already naked, no preliminaries were needed, other than for Mario to say "you all know my cousin Angelo; he is ready."
As the boys gathered around excitedly, Mario said with a grin "alright Angelo, show us you are a man. And remember, you have to do what we ask if you want to join our group."
Angelo reached down and slowly stroked his penis to erection. He was shy about all of these naked boy watching him, but he soon got into a groove of pleasure. The other boys couldn't help reaching for their own cocks, and in a minute or so each was sporting a hardon. "Let me feel you" said one 13-year-old lad, his own cock straining with lust. He pulled Angelo's hand away and replaced it with his own,
then stepped close and brought the two boy-cocks together, rubbing the red cock heads against each other and shivering with adolescent pleasure.
"Me to!" shouted another, playfully pushing the first boy away and humping his eager cock against Angelo's crotch while caressing Angelo's tan ass cheeks with his hands and rubbing against his beautiful body. The other boys laughed as the 15-year-old came around behind Angelo and pressed his body against the boy's back, making a sandwich of the three horny adolescents. The older lad had a 6-inch cock and a bush of pubic hair, and his hard dick pushed lasciviously against Angelo's backside.
"Let Angelo finish his job!" laughed Mario, pulling the others away. He added "first let him shoot cream; then you can have your fun. "Angelo was now fully aroused by the intense sexuality all around him. He jacked himself with his right hand while squeezing his balls with the left. Faster and faster his hand jerked up and down. The other boys had their eyes glued to Angelo's masturbation, but their hands were stroking their dicks, stroking other boys' bodies, and stroking other boys' erections. In a very few minutes, Angelo had passed the first part of his initiation, as drops of cum shot up from his dick for the second time that day. All around him, the other boys patted him on the back with congratulations. Quickly, however, their thoughts turned to their own pleasure and what they would demand of the young initiate.
Tradition dictated that the oldest got "first dibs", followed by the next oldest boy and down the line to the youngest. The 15-year-old, whose name was Enzo, took Angelo by the hand and led him over to the pile of canvass sailcloth and lay down on his back, pulling the boy on top of him. Hugging Angelo close and moving his hands lovingly over the boy's back and ass cheeks, Enzo shivered as his hard cock slid against Angelo's warm smooth skin. Then he whispered in Angelo's ear "kiss me, boy; on the mouth." Angelo blushed and hesitated a moment. He had sometimes seen men and women kissing, especially outside the tavern that sailors frequented (and which was home to the town's only whores). He brought his delicate mouth tentatively to Enzo's lips, pressing gently. The older boy felt a surge of lust run through his body and lasciviously stuck his tongue
between Angelo's lips. Angelo quickly figured out what was expected, and his own tongue darted out to wrestle roughly with Enzo's.
The older boy's 6-inch erection throbbed and leaked a stream of pre-cum. Reaching down, Enzo positioned his cock between Angelo's thighs. As they continued to kiss passionately, Enzo began to fuck the younger boy's smooth inner thighs, humping in and out and squeezing the slender hairless legs between his own. As the other boys watched, the head of Enzo's cock appeared and disappeared between Angelo's legs, just below the cleft of his ass cheeks. It didn't last long, however, as Enzo let out a loud moan and spurts of cum flew into the air and settled on the backs of Angelo's legs. Enzo would have loved for the boy to lay in his arms as he savored the afterglow of orgasm, but immediately the next older boy was pulling at Angelo's arm.
Giani, a 14-year-old, stood above Angelo and smiled over to the others as he said in a haughty voice "get on your knees and worship my cock; give me the best suck of my life." As he knelt before the older lad, Angelo thought about what his cousin had taught him earlier that day. He licked all along the boy's 5-and-a-half-inch erection with long strokes of his tongue. He flicked at the Giani's cock head, probing the tip of his tongue under the foreskin and into the piss hole. Then he pulled the foreskin back with his hand and let the straining cock slide between his wet lips. Angelo let his mouth ride up and down the hard smooth shaft as his tongue continued to stimulate every sensitive nerve ending.
The other boys pressed in around in a tight circle, watching intently as they fondled their own cocks. One 13-year-old said "Shit! I can't take it any more!" and sped up the motions of his hand to quickly produce an arching spurt of cum that landed in Angelo's hair.
Giani had watched the younger boy shoot, and the sight of cum flying through the air brought him to the brink. He brought his hands to Angelo's head and pulled it close, forcing his cock deep into the younger lad's throat. Angelo sputtered and gagged, but the older boy could not have stopped his body from plunging toward impending orgasm even if his brain had demanded it (and his brain had no problem with the idea of face-fucking this boy who had no choice if he wanted to join the club). Angelo gave himself over to the control of Giani's cock and hands, letting the straining penis penetrate all the way into his throat several times in rapid succession until a flood of cum began spurting into his mouth. Angelo swallowed rapidly as Giani moaned in satisfaction.
Now there was only Mario and one other boy - a 13-year old named Pietro - who hadn't yet satisfied their sexual urge. Mario, just having turned 14, was next. He lay down on the pile of sailcloth and instructed his young cousin "To start out, you will kiss and lick every part of my body. Now start with my feet and do everything I say." As Mario lay on his back, Angelo knelt down and began to suck on his toes, one by one. The older boy gave explicit instructions whether to kiss, lick, or suck and when to move to another part of his body - and Angelo responded happily. His lips and tongue worked their way up Mario's inner thighs until the younger boy was nuzzling his cousin's balls. But instead of being ordered to suck his hard cock (as Angelo had expected), the next instruction was to lick and suck Mario's nipples, then up his neck, to his ears, his eyelids, his mouth and tongue, his other ear. Then the older boy flipped onto his back and guided Angelo's oral caresses to his neck and then down the center of his back.
The other boys could tell what was coming next and looked at each other as if to ask "will he do it?" When Mario raised his ass up and said "lick my hole," Angelo hesitated for only a moment before spreading Mario's ass cheeks with his hands and touching his tongue tentatively to his older cousin's pink rosebud of tender flesh.
Mario moaned with pleasure as the younger lad's tongue became more bold, first lapping up and down, then burrowing into the tight muscle. "Ohhh yes! Angelo, stroke my cock as you lick my hole. I'm ready to burst!" Angelo's hand reached between Mario's legs and grasped the throbbing boy-cock and began to jack it in quick strokes while his tongue continued to probe like a corkscrew. Sure enough, thecombination of masturbatory action and aggressive rimming quickly brought Mario to a crashing orgasm, his cum spurting over Angelo's hand and onto the sailcloth.
The last boy, Pietro, didn't even wait for Angelo to move from his kneeling position behind his cousin's upraised ass. The 13-year-old got down behind Angelo and proclaimed "Get ready to take my cock in your ass hole. I've always wanted to try this." And the boy applies some spit to his 4-inch boner and began to push it against Angelo's ass. Angelo's hole was clenched tight, and Pietro didn't really know what he was doing, so the effort was singularly unsuccessful, resulting only in laughter and verbal abuse from the other boys. Angelo dutifully raised his slender ass up, though the prodding was distinctly uncomfortable.
"Shit!" grumbled Pietro after a couple minute of futile efforts; "well at least you can still give me a good suck. Turn on your back, Angelo." And as Angelo lay back on the sailcloth, Pietro straddled his chest and leaned forward, bringing his straining boy-cock to the initiate's lips. Angelo was by now getting accustomed to having a cock in his mouth, even if this position was new to him. He licked the shaft from tip to balls, then returned to the tip to run his tongue sensuously around the cockhead, which half-protruded from the turtleneck of foreskin. Pietro reached down and pulled back the skin to fully reveal the head of his cock as Angelo took it into his mouth and swirled his tongue sensuously around the top inch of the penis.
"Oh yes!" moaned Pietro, as he slowly began to sink his erection into Angelo's willing mouth. The top of his cockhead grazed back and forth along the roof of Angelo's mouth, creating an almost unbearable stimulation. As Pietro's cock reached the back of Angelo's throat, Angelo gaggled slightly but concentrated on providing as much pleasure as he could to the other boy. Pietro was already in the grasp of uncontrollable lust as he began moving his hips back and forth, fucking his eager cock between slippery sucking lips and along the length of Angelo's hot tongue. Faster and faster Pietro's hips pumped, as the relentless forces of orgasmic release concentrated in his loins. Suddenly pulling his cock out of Angelo's mouth, Pietro stroked himself for a few second and then let out a cry of pleasure as the first spurt of cum flew over Angelo's head. The subsequent spurts were aimed and the boy's open mouth, and he licked the fresh boy-spunk off his lips and swallowed it with satisfaction. He had passed the initiation and was now a member of the boat gang!
The next months were some of the happiest in Angelo's life. Still unburdened by work, he was able to live each day for adventure and fun. And now that he was in the boat gang, he was fully exercising his new-found sexuality. On the boat, hardly a day went by without a circle jerk, and pairs of boys often swam out together to explore the wonders of sex in a more leisurely manner. Wagers and dares were usually paid off with the loser sucking the winner ... or sucking every boy there, one after another.
Angelo's only regret was that his cousin Mario was away at sea on a world-traveling merchant ship. Angelo had mixed feelings about his own future life as a seafaring man. It sounded exciting, but also intimidating. He longed for the day that Mario would return and tell him everything, and hoped it would happen before Angelo himself shipped out.
And so it was with great joy that Angelo saw his cousin walking up the narrow street of their neighborhood, nearly 8 months after Mario had shipped out as a cabin boy. Angelo ran to meet him, embraced him warmly, and started peppering him with questions about his adventures. As they talked, Angelo noted that his cousin seemed to have matured - one might say "hardened" - far more than the passage of time would suggest. Having left a carefree young adolescent, he was now cynical worldly sailor.
"Let's go down to the boat" suggested Angelo eagerly, thinking about how he'd like to hold and suck his cousin's cock again after all these months.
"OK" replied Mario, and they walked together down the beach.
When they reached the boat, none of the other boys were around. That was fine with Angelo. Mario was stripping off his clothing to swim out to the stern of the hulk, and Angelo, who couldn't take his eyes off his cousin, noticed marks on his back. A faint crosshatch of scars on his tan skin indicating cuts that had long since healed. Mario noticed Angelo staring, but before the younger boy had a chance to ask, Mario dove into the water and began swimming. His mind was racing with memories of his experiences on the merchant ship. Of the rampant sexuality among sailors, in full view night after night. Of the muscular bosun, who kept Mario as his sexual plaything. Of the stern captain, whose drunken lust resulted in the scars across Mario's back. Of the handsome young first mate, whose tenderness and patience when they made love could make Mario forget about being used sexually by the other men.
Should he tell his young cousin? Could he tell anyone here in Portofino?
[end of part 1]
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