Eirvarph and Megmefin – 4 By: Thom X
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And so it continued, for another month or so Megmefin and Eirvarph explored every inch of each others bodies, having sex sometimes three times a day and both feeling like it was like the first time, every time. Eirvarph had become a great partner in bed to Megmefin, even if Megmefin hadn't taken any other men before him. The sex relaxed both of them and if there were extra duties, they did them quickly and flawlessly. They were beginning to earn some attention from the Captain who would occasionally watch them from the windows of his quarters, sitting in the dark and contemplating what type of officers they might become one day.
Finally, the ship was set to land in Hispaniola. The Captain gathered all hands on deck to give them the rules of conduct on the island.
"There'll be no fightin' or getting' into duels with the islanders. Ye be wearin' yer shirts in public. There'll be no fornicatin' in public whatsoever. And the man who brings a woman aboard will rue the day he 'twas born. The women be bringin' bad luck to the venture. If ye want a woman, go to her brothel, don't be bringin' her to me ship." The Captain ordered.
"And whilst we be here, yer duties will be light. But if ye don' complete them, then I'll be cuttin' off the rum for everyone," he continued. "We will be settin' sail again in two weeks, with or without ye!"
The men agreed heartily to the rules and with that, the Captain dropped anchor and let the men set to getting out the boarding boats.
Megmefin and Eirvarph boarded a small dingy with four other men. The men were somewhat older than the pair, but not by much. Many had fine ruffled white shirts of linen. They smelled like perfume yet masculine. The men were tanned and solidly built. Most were freshly shaven save for a small sparrow. All the men had a few years aboard the ship, and they were excited to meet up with mates they had left behind a year or so ago on the island. For the most part, the men ignored the young recruits except to ask if that was all they had to wear. The men shook their heads when the young men nodded.
"Ye won't be gettn' any lovin' with those clothes," one of the sailors said, and the others started laughing. Megmefin and Eirvarph looked at each other dismally and looked down at their issued uniforms. Indeed, they looked a scurvy pair, threadbare and tight, and gray. The men went about talking with each other about their plans when they made it to land. The Captain had paid out two weeks salaries to each man and warned each to guard it with their lives, there wouldn't be anymore money until they boarded again.
The dinghy made it to the island in a relative good time, but it was uncomfortable for Megmefin and Eirvarph. They weren't looking as forward to getting on the island as the other men were. Except for one, the rest of their mates dispersed when they arrived. The older pirate put his hand on Eirvarph's shoulder.
"Don't take the other men too seriously, they be a scurrilous lot," he said, looking back and forth at both young men. Megmefin and Eirvarph were just looking down at the sand, ashamed of they way they had dressed. They hadn't known any better and didn't have any one of the older men advise them until they were already on the boat.
"I'm Phinneas. Come with me," the older man continued. "I will show ye what ye need to do when comin' to land."
He spun around in his shiny black leather shoes and headed to the first street in town. The wind blew his shoulder-length jet black hair - so black it almost looked blue. His wide shoulders tapered to a lean waist, probably helped by a red brocade vest cinched closed. He was wearing a pair of black tight trousers. Eirvarph couldn't help but notice that this older pirates ass was firm even if he was ten or so years older than he and Megmefin.
The younger men followed Phinneas into the crowded bustling little port town. Painted women were looking out of upstairs windows fanning themselves with fancy Chinese or Spanish fans. A few batted their eyelashes at the men. The young men were in amazement as they tried to keep up with Phinneas. Customers were haggling prices with vendors at tents and in the doors of small shops. Everything was for sale here, spices, cloth, food, all sort of sundries, even sex. Phinneas, for all his time coming to this island, was uninterested by the surroundings. He had seen this plenty before and knew his way around without being sucked into the novelty of it all. He turned sharply and went down a small alley, stopped at a door with bars on its window and knocked quietly and quickly. A fat bearded face peered through the window, and recognizing Phinneas, opened the door quickly. The young pirates followed. Inside was very well lit by many candles and the interior was very plush. Locked in a cage at the far wall was a boy, counting money and moving it from pile to pile and scribbling notes in a ledger.
"I be brinin' ye some new customers," Phinneas said motioning to Megmefin and Eirvarph.
"Aye," the fat banker said, "and ye Phinneas, what brings ye to Hispaniola? Staying this time?"
"I be aboard the the Howl of the Corsair, we be in port for some time." Phinneas replied.
"Ye know I almost closed yer accounts, seein' as how I haven't heard nary a word from ye in over two years. But I says to meself, that Phinneas always be turnin' up at the oddest times. I'll be keepin' his accounts 'til I hear from the law or his wife." And then he erupted in laughter.
Phinneas twitched. "Is she still alive?" he asked.
The banker began laughing heartily again. "I don't know." And he laughed some more.
"These two young buccaneers need your services. Apparently, they weren't raised so well as to know how to use the services of a banker."
"Aye, thank ye heartily for bringin' them to me. I'll keep their money safe like I do with yers."
The banker pulled out a new ledger and recorded their deposit with him, after extracting his fee. He explained how they could open accounts with the local vendors and when they brought the receipts, he would pay them after taking out another fee. Phinneas explained that young pirates were easy prey for the locals and were easy targets for robberies. Placing their money in the bank, even with the fees, assured them their money would be safe and so would they.
After leaving the bank, they went to the tailor's shop. Phinneas knew the tailor personally and asked to have each tailored a new white silk shirt with frill fronts, a pair of trousers, and a green brocade vest fitted to them. The tailor looked at Phinneas and he told them it would be on his account. The tailor looked at the clothes the young men had on and shook his head.
"Where did they get these?" he asked Phinneas, sticking a finger in a hole he found on Megmefin's shirt.
"On board from some mates who left our company last year."
"Ah, did ye be wantin' to save them?" the tailor asked.
"Yes, they still have to work aboard and they won't be dressin' up for that. But if they be wantin' something more suitable for the ship, they can pay from their accounts."
The tailor shook his head again and sighed. "Take yer clothes off lad," he slapped Megmefin on the back. Megmefin looked worried and searched Phinneas' face. Phinneas nodded.
Megmefin stood on the tailors platform and slowly pulled off his torn, threadbare shirt. Eirvarph turned his face away. He knew if he saw his mate naked he would be instantly hard. Then Megmefin pulled off his pantaloons.
The tailor gasped. "He's got no skivvies?"
"Apparently not," Phinneas replied agitated, "Tailor them both a pair of silk from my account."
The tailor pulled his tape from his neck and began measuring Megmefin. Megmefin was thoroughly embarrassed by having to expose himself and move his privates in front of not only the tailor but also his new found mentor, Phinneas. He noticed that Eirvarph had turned away and wondered why.
When the tailor finished, Eirvarph stepped up and began undressing. Megmefin in his embarrassment had not put his clothes back on yet and when Eirvarph saw his solid handsome mate naked, he felt a stirring in his groin. There was no turning back his solid cock was swelling and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He tried to put out of his mind what he and Megmefin shared every night, but the harder he tried to forget, the harder he became.
The tailor looked over at Phinneas and winked, "They be some solid stock, no scurvy mates, here."
Phinneas nodded and moved from one foot to the other. "Aye, indeed, they be some solid men."
Eirvarph stood on the platform moving as he was instructed and not able to contain his hardness. At some point, he gave up trying and reveled in the feeling of impressing his mentor and probably the tailor. He noticed Phinneas moving from foot to foot as the tailor measured him, and then saw him step forward and point to his crotch.
"Make the crotch tighter on his." Phinneas said, pointing at Eirvarph's still solid cock. "On both the trousers and the pantaloons."
Eirvarph immediately turned red and with that his cock began to deflate. Megmefin stared dumbfounded at the tailor who was smiling at Phinneas. Phinneas pointed over his shoulder to Megmefin and said, "And make sure you can bounce a coin off his arse." The tailor chuckled and recorded the new instructions.
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