Boy Characters: Michael Willington Wadsworth 13-1/2 - son of the Governor of the Island Geoffrey Headsworth 12 -- son of the captain of the guard Penley Wadsworth 11 -- brother to Michael.
Disclaimer: The story is purely historical fiction. The characters are fictional. If you are offended by b/b and m/b or historical accounts of the time period 1700s for pirates, then do not read this series. Comments to zanmountain@yahoo.com are appreciated.
PART 02
The Frigate moored in the port of the Caribbean island fortress. Brawny sweating men hoisted the heavy luggage of the Governor's wife and Master Michael down the gang planks to the waiting carriages. Horsemen in stiff red uniforms stood at attention as the Wadsworth party engaged their transport. Geoffrey Headsworth (12) had permission from his father to be present and came forward and opened the door for Michael and his mom. They boarded and then called out to Geoffrey.
"Come sit with us Geoffrey! Come tell us about our new home!" perked Mrs. Wadsworth. Michael beamed and shook hands with the handsome boy. Instantly they bonded and became the best of friends, despite Geoffrey's lower social status. Both their developing boyhood mounds arched up in typical boy tight fashion as they rode the bumpy carriage up the winding hills to the palace.
The two boys eagerly sat together smiling. They felt the warmth of their firm thighs close together as their was little room in the carriage. There was a shortage of young boys on the island colony. Most citizens were out of work sailors, older store masters, haggard wives, and aging bar maids! What a motley crew of humanity. Geoffrey indeed found a true friend!
Geoffrey described in great detail the lavish palace and the fun games he enjoyed with Penley (11) Wadsworth. Geoffrey then spewed forth tales and adventures as only a boy of 12 with an imagination could espew! Wide eyed, Master Michael brushed the blond hair out of his green eyes and rubbed his nose listening intently. Michael then held Geoffrey's bare hairless muscled 12 year old forearm as to pause his friend and said:
"Say, did you read this book? `A General History of the Robberies and Murders of the Most Notorious Pyrates (1724)' It has drawings and everything vile, Master Geoffrey! It was written by Captain Charles Johnson!!" quipped a wide eyed and learned Michael.
"No Master Wadsworth. How exciting! Rolling heads, guts spewing from cutlass surges, and..." asked Geoffrey.
"Enough boys. That is quite enough. Really Michael! Watch your manners" Mrs. Wadsworth blushed and fanned her self in the carriage. "We will not speak of the rude pirates."
"Sorry your Lord Ship Mistress Wadsworth." Geoffrey bowed awkwardly in the carriage.
Michael Willington Wadsworth wacked Geoffrey on the head playfully with his mother's fan from Paris and ordered: "Call me Michael. Ok? We're best friends! Pirate shake on it?"
Both boys giggled and shook hands in a twisted secret code style. There was a warmth and firmness in each boy's grip, as their eyes, blue and green gazed deeply into each other. Michael felt his crotch twitch and roll. Geoffrey tugged sheepishly at his woolen crotch. No schools of the time taught sex education. It was something that was shared by the head of the household usually when a boy was dating a young lady. Or worse yet, something shared by the schoolyards or in the street!
The carriage at last rolled into the polished inlaid brick of the Governor's Palace. It had a commanding view of the fort, the cobalt blue bay, and the island. Mrs. Wadsworth stepped out with her son and new friend. House Servants quickly unloaded the trunks and carried them to their rooms.
Michael embraced his younger brother Penley. Both boys had blond hair, though Michael's at 13 was thicker and more straggly. Penley's hair was more polished, a bit brassier and almost brown blond, bowl cut boy's hair. Penley had no thick braided pig tail as his older brother. However, one thing was obvious, they were brothers as they both had thick dicks for their ages. Even Penley at 11 boasted a sausage roll beneath the tight fitting purple velvet knickers. He kept it up and to the side for comfort.
The family reunited and Governor Wadsworth dined with his family in the Formal Dining Room. Servants attended their every whim. They spoke at length of the news from England and then about the business of the island colony. The Rum and Sugar trade was profound in the region. However, there were increasing assaults by desperate pirates. The Governor had doubled the guard at the bay and sent out three war frigates patrolling the waters. There was going to be a hanging in the morning of 3 pirates!
Michael quickly caught up with his new best friend, Geoffrey, sitting on the cool stone patio overlooking the bay. Penley had gone to his bed chamber. Now the older boys could talk of Pirate stories and adventures. Governor Wadsworth and his wife watched warmly as the two boys chatted for hours into the night on the patio.
Geoffrey's father came by late at night and chatted with the Governor sipping a night cap of Rum. It was time for Geoffrey to return with his dad. Geoffrey got up on his father's stallion and the two galloped off towards the fort below. Michael rubbed his eyes and was kissed by his mother and father.
"We are still working on your room Michael. You'll find one of Penley's night shirts to sleep in until we can get the servants to unpack your luggage. Sleep in his bed. Sorry the bed is so narrow. Good night son."
Michael closed the bedroom door to hear the gentle snore of his 11-year-old blonde haired brother. He was sleeping outside the covers and his night shirt was lifted up to his chest. Michael was impressed with the length and size of his younger brother's dick! What a perfect slanted head. The cigar band below the head was smooth. His balls were not as large as his own but were sizeable. No sign of those hairs! Michael looked closely out of curiosity, even gently flipping his brother's dick to one side to examine in the moonlight the sexual growth. Penley moaned and turned over onto his stomach revealing a very firm butt. Michael gently put the nightshirt over his brother.
Michael took off his shirt and felt his developing chest. His sagging oval nipples gave proof to his increasing chest muscle mass. His biceps were beginning to curve, but he was basically smooth and firm all over. He was all boy. He next unbuttoned, almost painfully, button by button, the tight blue knicker pants. His mound arched out defiantly and felt relief as the pants wiggled down. His young 13 year-old-boy snake thawped back and forth in the new found freedom and went semi-hard. His twin balls hung down in relief. He pulled on his brother's clean nightshirt -- it was way too small for a growing 13 year-old boy, but better than sleeping in the nude. Michael looked down and saw the head of his penis poking out from the hem of the nightshirt. He rubbed his eyes and crawled into bed with his brother. The warmth felt strangely comforting. He didn't mind it. He smelled his brother's bowl cut blond hair and it smelled of coconut and lime shampoo made from the island. He drifted off to sleep, back to back, warmth to warmth.
CRASH! BOOM! CRASSSSSH!!! The noisy THUNDER STORM roared
Flashes of lightning lit up the bedroom and the silk curtains blew noisily from the open balcony into the room. Michael thought it was spectacular, and watched the shadows and flashes dance across the bedroom. He felt Penley awaken and clutch his forearm out of fear. He snuggled tightly against his brother. Both boys laid down and drifted to sleep again. Michael awoke an hour later to find Penley clutching the side of his thigh. He thought nothing of it. He drifted in and out of sleep. The stone tile of the bedroom floor became damp from the thundering storm.
Morning came streaming through the bedroom. Michael fluttered open his eyelashes and lazily gazed about the bedroom. He felt very HARD. He looked down and his night shirt had shifted up. His penis was ROCK HARD and pointed up with a morning wood. His bladder was very full and aching from drinking so much lemonade last night with Geoffrey. Why would his winkie (as the boys of the day called the penis without understanding its sexual function) be so hard? How could he pee? Furthermore, He was aghast to find Penley's firm hand wrapped tightly around his aching dick in almost a death squeeze. Apparently the scared boy had slipped his grip further and further down on his brother through the night. Innocently of course. Michael gasped at how LARGE his private member was growing and lengthening! The tight grip forced the blood into the penis like a cock ring. The dick was almost turning bluish from the grip! Michael wiggled a bit back and forth trying to find relief from his brother's grip. He finally took the hand and finger by finger pried it off his pulsing boy cock. Rapidly the extended excited cock returned to a normal erection size for Michael. He quietly slipped slowly out of bed and turned his brother on his back. The frustrated Michael walked about the bedroom with a raging hard-on, not quite knowing what to do.
"How can I pee if it doesn't go down? And why is it up? This is puzzling!!"
Michael looked about and found his shirt. He buttoned it on. He was walking around naked without pants with a raging 13 year-old boy hard cock, slightly curving upward, pulsing with each beat of his heart.
THUMP! THUP! THACK!
Pebbles came rolling from the balcony into the bedroom.
Michael took the silk curtain and wrapped it around his lower half and peered over the balcony. It was bare-chested Geoffrey looking up from the ground below. He wanted to play with his new friend!
"Look Michael! I am a pirate! Land Ho! I'm coming up after ye, matey!"
Geoffrey clutched the uxorious lush vine growing up the side of the palace and slowly ascended to his friend.
-NEXT, WHAT THE MORNING MEETING BRINGS! -