Golden Cockerel 3
By Bald Hairy Man e mail bldhrymn@aol.com or at Bldhrymn@excite.com If you have any comments, please send them to me at bldhrymn@aol.com
This is a fantasy, for men, not kids, not for anyone who got to this site by accident, not expecting to find gay stories. No effort at realistic or safe sexual practices has been made.
Tom, the ship's cook, prepared a simple dinner and I asked Ben and Cedric to join us. The food was good, but the wine was very good. Loot from a Spanish galleon I suspected. The men were excited by the prospects. For men, born in poverty and accustomed to the dangerous life on the sea, wealth offered the only opportunity to escape. They immediately began to plan on outfitting the ship for the voyage. I then told them about John.
"I don't like the idea of having a guest on the ship!" Ben said. "They might not fit in our ways. Bad luck. They bring bad luck." Ben knew a lot of sea lore, but Mac had told me years ago that much of it was of his own devising. He clothed his own opinions in the cloak of time-honored sayings.
"Don't worry about that Ben" I said. "He will fit. And you may need to build an addition to your arse when he comes visiting!" Ben had an interest in size.
"That big?" Ben asked, losing all of his complaining tone of voice. Everyone at the table burst into laughter.
"That be the fastest conversion I ever saw!" Mac said in his strong Scot's accent. "The Captain didn't even need to apply torture!" Ben blushed.
"Men! We all know Cedric's interests and we all have taken advantage of it for our own pleasure." I said. "There's not a cock he hasn't taken willingly."
"We should try the mainmast some day!" Cedric suggested.
"Well, John comes as close as I have seen." I said. "And he knows how to use it."
"I know how to take it." Ben said. "You have sampled this paragon?" It was nice to know that simple lust could make the prospect of meeting a new man welcome.
"That I did, with Raleigh playing cupid!"
"Raleigh kept watch as before?" Mac asked laughingly. "For a popinjay he still is a man of parts!"
"I wouldn't have guessed that there was a real cock in that overstuffed cod piece." Cedric added. "The only thing soft on that man was the inside of his arse. A generous man too." Raleigh had given a purse to be distributed among the men. I didn't know how Cedric had come to know about Raleigh's insides, but apparently he had no objection to sport with the crew.
It was good to be back home with friends. I had been away for two weeks and my association with the high and mighty had been disturbing. I am a man of action not of plots and intrigues. The wine flowed freely around the table. Tom joined us. He was the ship's cook and doctor. He had strange theories about health. He hated dirt and treated the ship as if it were his house and he was the demanding, but good mistress of the place. He also made all the men wash regularly. Other sailors joked about our "sweet-smelling ship" but we did have a healthy ship. Tom wasn't worried about vapors, he thought fresh air cleaned the stench, and was proof against vapors and fluxes and whatever else afflicted men at sea.
In warm water he made the men swim. In cool he had a copper tub, and he personally washed every man. "Head cheese is all well and good, but not when it is six months old." He would say. There was one unexpected product of his theories.
The biggest cock is not a sodomite's delight if it is caked in six months of piss and cheese. No ass is a joy if it is covered in old shit. Cleaned of the crust, the cock becomes an instrument of pleasure. There is a whole range of titillations, manipulations and experimentations that are possible, and, more importantly, enjoyable.
Our crew is made of simple men, whose experience had been either fucking a penny wench or committing the sin of Onan. I remember when Hugh joined the crew. He had never bathed, and struggled to avoid the water mightily. But later that night after his first bath I held Hugh when Cedric worked his tongue into the foreskin and began tongue-caressing the boy's virgin cock head.
It was as if Hugh had discovered another world, another continent. He had been the village idiot, and suddenly he discovered he could feel pleasure. He squirted enough cum to make a new ocean. At the time, I thought that this was because he had not used his cock enough to drain it. We since discovered that whatever God had failed to give Hugh in intelligence he made up in balls. The man is a manufactory of man seed.
This was useless information at the time, although Hugh was admired for this trait. Later we found it useful. His seed was rich, creamy and slippery in addition to being plentiful. Hugh's seed can make the cock slide in the virgin ass easily. Hugh would only give it to Cedric, but Cedric was willing to share it, and was always a willing bed mate.
As the night progressed, the excited conversation and wine began to increase the natural lusts of all of us. Screwing with the high and mighty is dangerous. My cabin was the largest on the ship, but small compared to anything on land. With five big men in the room it was getting warm. We shed our coats and vest and were in our shirts only. I also had the only good bed on the ship.
I went to the window to piss into the sea, and Mac joined me.
"Has the gentleman's cock in your ass, made to forget the simple pleasures of a seaman's rod?" Mac asked. He knew the answer. The older members of the crew were used to obeying orders, and waited for me to return. I had been gone for two weeks and they were all ready to spend the night frolicking in my cabin. I was ready too. It would be good to have a night of plain, simple sex without political overtones. Mac cupped my balls with one hand and pinched a tit with the other.
"Do the men need some discipline tonight?" He asked.
"No Mac. " I said. "The men have been working while I was gone. They need a good night's sleep in a comfortable bed."
"Rolley- Pollee tonight!" Cedric cried. "We're glad you're back Captain!" Rolley-pollee was their name for a free for all. We all striped naked extinguished the candle and got in the bed. The game had only two rules. No one said no to anything, and no man's seed was to hit the bed clothes.
I sucked Cedric's cock. He always smelled of sawdust, the way Ben smelled of smoke and Tom of whatever he had cooked that night. My tongue quickly widened the puckered opening of the skin and shared the inside of the tube with his mushroom. I licked the heart shaped under side of his head, where it connected to the skin. Cedric was slow to get fully erect, so you had time to play before he got hard and the skin retracted to expose the head.
Someone was sucking me, and a wet cock head was at my ass, so I figured that they had planned a royal welcome for me. Mac was soon in my ass. Even in a free for all the men felt it was seemly for the first mate to be the first in the captain's hole.
Most of the sex on the ship was open, done in full view. It was done for recreational release and amusement. We were after brotherhood not true love. Mac was suspicious of any men who tried to get away from the group. Men alone can be engaged in sex or intrigue. There was no way to tell. He also didn't want men to pair off. Jealousy on a two-year long cruise can be a bad thing. Everyone saw and did everything to each other. If you had an attachment, eventually you would get your chance at you love's ass. You would get to suck his seed. It didn't bother you when other guys did the same.
In the dark in the bed it was intimate and erotic. Even though there were five of us, it was more private than any other situation on the ship. Mac loved my ass. I enjoyed Cedric's cock. We could enjoy our pleasures as long as we wished. Cedric moved so we could suck cock to cock. I freed an arm and touched Cedric's arse. He spread immediately and I worked a finger into his hole. He ejected a bead of cock honey. I reached deep to caress his magic nut and the honey began to flow.
Mac screwed slow and easy. I wondered how many men had never felt the pleasure of a slow fuck. The quick penetration and drive to shoot before you were discovered was the rule. Here we were relaxed and slow. We were able to explore and investigate. When we initiated new men, it took time to break them of their old habits. On a long voyage there were many days with little to do. The quick roll in the hay was the last thing we needed when becalmed.
Mac could slowly thrust for hours it seemed. You would almost forget he was there as you became accustomed to the rhythmic ebb and flow in your arse. It was like the rolling of the ship. I would feel as if every worry and concern vanished in the warm pumping motion. I knew this was not true. Each thrust built up a huge store of man seed, all of which would eventually need to spew out through my cock's eye.
You never knew when this would happen. I could be relaxed and suddenly my insides would get hot and I could fill my balls tighten and then my member would bloat and squirt. Cedric had taken Mac's dick and knew what to expect. He could feel the cock ramming me several inches from his sucking mouth.
Tom love the taste of man seed and wanted to take it all. In the darkness we could drink the cock elixir without being disturbed. Tom liked piss too. Several years earlier when our ship had run low of water Tom was the only man on the ship not to get thirsty. He converted some of the men on the ship to his way on that voyage.
I was pondering these things when my mouth filled with Cedric's seed. It was a rich, full and creamy load. Cedric had been saving up. I shot off while I was finishing Cedric's last drops. I fell asleep with Mac still pounding my ass.
I must have been more tired that I thought, because when I woke, there was still a cock in my ass, but it was Ben. It was after dawn the other men had gone to get the day underway. I tried to move, but Ben held me.
"It's so warm in there, Captain. Can you let me stay a while longer?" He asked. Ben is a big man, and his cock matched. I realized it was soft, and that he had left it in after fucking me in my sleep.
"It feels good Ben." I said. "Did you fill me up last night?"
"I did you after Mac finished, but didn't shoot my seed." Ben said. His cock wasn't usually very comfortable or exciting for me. He was moving a bit and the member was inflating in my ass. I had never had a cock soft in my ass turning hard and it was good. As his cock filled me up, it felt even better. It was growing in my ass, but as it enlarged I got hotter and hotter. He was behind me lodged deep in my ass and his shaft squeezed my love nut and tried to force its load into my cock.
It wouldn't shoot. All my seed was trapped in my balls and it wouldn't shoot. I felt as if I was cumming but no seed emerged. Ben was rocking me with small movements massaging my insides. The explosive feeling you have for seconds before and after you shoot was continuous for four or five minutes. It was as if we were trapped in those few second before ejaculation. It was unbearably pleasurable. I could hardly breathe. He must have been in the same state because he was moaning and shaking, shivering as if he were cold.
His cock must have been huge by now. His whole body twitched and I felt as if his meat expanded once more and he shot off. His whole body shook as he shot volley after volley of his seed into my ass. This pushed me over the edge, and I came.
The combination of cock pleasure and relief overwhelmed me. It was as if I had been holding my piss for a day and finally relieved myself. I was limp. I pulled off his cock and faced him. My hole was empty for the first time that night and it felt good as my ass ring returned to its normal size.
"That was wondrously fine, Ben." I said. "Never felt that before." The big black bearded man was sobbing. I understood. Our most privy parts had touched and merged for a moment. We lost all sense of decorum and restraint. For a few moments, where my reason was I found his cock head, and he my prostate.
"I'm sorry, Captain." He said. "It was so good I couldn't control my self. Don't tell anyone about it." He was afraid I would tell the crew he was crying.
"You're a great fucker, Ben. Just great." I said as I played with his cock. It was still leaking. He began to return to his normal self. We got up and washed in a basin and got dressed. There was work to do.
Several days later, John arrived.
"Robin! It's good to see you!" He exclaimed. "It seems like it's been months!" He was dressed as a craftsman or merchants. Stripped of all his clerical dress, he was less authoritative but more impressive as a man. Everything about him was big. By his shear size the crew could recognize his usefulness on the voyage. We went to my cabin and Mac joined us. John showed us a warrant for the London Spice Company, granted to the Guild of Bakers.
It was a handsome document, elaborate, but not too much so. It was signed by a mid-level court clerk, high enough to impress, but not too high to arouse suspicions. Even though the sea is a dangerous place, trade can go on without disruption except in bad periods. Treasure Galleons were the exception not the rule. Most trade continued with minor inconveniences from time to time. A well-placed bribe or payoff could usually rectify the most difficult situations. We would not normally attack a merchantman, and they would leave us alone.
"Why the Bakers Guild?" I asked.
"My father. I was trained as a baker." John said. "His father was a butcher. I can do both. And good at it too."
"This voyage just got a lot better!" Mac said.