Eirvarph and Megmefin - 7 By: Thom X
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Morning broke and the three muscular men had kicked off most of the sheets and covers and were wrapped up next to each other like they had fallen asleep. Phinneas was the first to wake, and when he got his wits about him, he grabbed a little more firmly on the young man next to him laying next to him. He drifted lightly in and out of sleep enjoying feeling another man against his body again. Memories from his first year aboard the Howl of the Corsair came back, some enjoyable, some haunting.
Phinneas had been given to the Captain of the ship when he was not quite 20, his family believed him to be a miscreant, not having completed the schooling they helped provide. He had been involved in some controversy in school and the Dean asked his father to collect him and not have him return. Phinneas' father and the Captain were old acquaintances, and believing that perhaps sea duty could provide a little more discipline than schooling, Phinneas' father brought him the Howl of the Corsair and wished him luck. That was the last time his son would see his father or even his own family for many years.
Because Phinneas' family were merchant class people, not commoners yet not aristocracy either, the Captain assigned Phinneas with one of his most junior officers, Bartholomew, rather than the dingy quarters that most recruits were given. The junior officer quarters were not much different from a common other than it had more space and a window. The beds were just as small. His mate was a likeable sort, he had a flair about him that was definitively masculine and determined but friendly. They took an instant liking to each other when they met.
Bart gave him a run down of what to expect on board. He showed him around the ship and told tales about visiting foreign ports of call and battles and skirmishes they had with the Spanish. Bart pulled down his trousers and showed him a bullet he had taken in the leg in one of the early battles. Phinneas for his part was impressed with Bart's candor and detail. The Howl of the Corsair would be leaving port in two weeks and duties were light, but Bart made sure to get Phinneas trained well. At night, they would enjoy a bit of rum after dinner and go to bed early.
One evening, long after the candle had been blown out, Phinneas could not sleep. The events of leaving school, boarding the ship, all that he had learned since then and the incessant rocking of this ship had conspired in his mind to gave him fits. He tossed and turned for most of the evening. About midnight, he felt someone lift the sheets and covers on his bed. Bart, completely naked, crawled into bed with him. Abruptly, Phinneas sat up and demanded to know what was going on. Bart put his hand over his mate's mouth and whispered to be quiet.
"Ye be wakin' the whole ship with that tossn' and turnin'. I'm here to help ye sleep fitful."
He could feel Bart's hard penis on his leg. Bart removed his hand from his mate's mouth and replaced it with his lips. Phinneas closed his eyes and hesitantly returned the kiss. It wasn't so bad as he had thought. He could feel Bart trying to pull at his pantaloons and realizing that he, too, was hard, he helped his mate pull them off him. With his cock free, Bart reached over and wrapped his hand around it. The sensation made Phinneas see stars. He had never touched any other person, and here was another man taking his penis in his hand and making him feel very, very good.
Bart laid down on his side and had Phinneas face away from him on his side as well. He spit into his hand and rubbed it onto his penis. He spit again and rubbed it on Phinneas' hairy hole. Phinneas tried to protest but Bart said it would be fine in a little time and asked him not to speak. Grabbing his mate by the shoulder, he pushed his stiff cock to his partner's hole and asked Phinneas to relax. Slowly, with all the rubbing Bart was doing on his crack he began to feel relaxed and soon he began to feel a stirring inside him that made him extremely horny. He soon realized what was to happen and he hardened at the prospect. He began pushing back and helping his mate slick up his hole with natural lube. Bart finally took the lead and pushed a little harder until part of his cock slipped into his mate's asshole.
Phinneas clenched his teeth and tried to pull away. Bart's firm hands held him by the waist.
"No, mate," he whispered, "it goes away shortly. Stay still and let me finish."
Phinneas closed his eyes and tried to think of something else as Bart continued to inch his way into him. When he realized that his mate was fully in him, he began to panic. It wasn't pain that was his enemy at this point, it was the realization that he had taken a man inside him and he was enjoying it. Bart withdrew some and then slowly pushed back in. Phinneas let out a sigh and Bart repeated the motion. Phinneas was shaking in ecstasy. Bart grabbed more roughly at his mate's waist and began to fuck him in earnest. Both were stifling moans and each were enjoying their sex.
Phinneas grabbed at his drooling hard member and began pumping it in his fist. Wave after wave of ecstasy, the next better than the last, assailed his body. Each thrust from his partner, each slick movement of his hand on his own cock caused him to see stars and develop a ringing in his ears. He was trembling by now and could feel Bart's fingers getting tighter around his waist. Bart began to moan more loudly and picked up the pace of his thrusting. It was Phinneas who came first. His cock exploded and he began to shoot sticky gobs of cum all over the bed. In his orgasm, his ass clenched tightly around Bart who, at this point, was hammering his hole sure and true. He could feel Bart's cock stiffen and enlarging. He could feel the head of his mate's cock pushing against a spot in him that caused his own still hard cock to twitch each time it got struck, and now his mate was moaning loudly and holding his breath. One last final thrust and Bart let out a cry and stopped moving. Phinneas could feel warm hot liquid like he just shot filling his insides. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It didn't seem like it would end.
But it did finally subside and he could feel Bart loosen his grip on his waist and the pain in his hole slowly dissipate. Bart pulled his less swollen but still hard member from his mate's ass. Phinneas could feel the goo inside him slip out and coat his butt cheek as it rolled down to the bed. Both men stayed still and quietly gathered their breath for a moment.
Phinneas sighed quietly as he woke from the memory. His penis was hard and resting in the small of Eirvarph's back.
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