Master Michael Willington Wadsworth 04
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 04
THE ISLAND EXPLORATION
After a full breakfast the two boys, Michael and Geoffrey decide to explore the island. The Governor detains his younger son Penley to study Latin with a tutor that just drove up to the mansion.
"Shall I send the royal carriage for you two boys to take you where you wish?" Governor Wadsworth adjusted his powdered wig and smiled at Michael.
Michael felt a punch from his best friend Geoffrey who nodded "no."
"Uh, no sir father, I believe Geoffrey and I will search for pirates from his horse."
"I see! Master Geoffrey, I did not know at your young age you were a horseman. Good show dear boy."
"Thank you Governor. We will be off by your leave." The 12 year old bowed in respect to the Governor. The Governor bowed back.
The two friends scampered off after Michael changed into more common clothes, yet still tight knickers that made his curve mound nicely. Geoffrey helped his friend mount his horse tied outside the mansion and the two galloped away.
"Ooh dear. Do you think that was wise?" Mrs. Wadsworth worried to her Governor husband as she fanned herself.
"Yes dear. He is a boy. Enough of the book learning from England. He needs to expand his horizons with real life events. The island exploration and his new friend will afford him that. Boys must be boys." The governor sat down and sipped at tea poured from a silver serving set by house attendants.
"Penley! Penley! On with your Latin lessons in the study. You are too young for such bold adventures dear."
"Motheeeer! Please. Oh this is droll. Very well." Penley waited for his Latin instructor as he watched his older brother and Geoffrey gallop away laughing.
Both boys rode bareback and laughed in the wind. Geoffrey was fairly muscular as he lived on the island and was use to the daily hardships.
"How should I hold on? This is a fast horse!" Michael's blond pig-tail danced with each gallop of the horse.
"Put your arms around me." Geoffrey slung the black hair out of his blue eyes.
Michael hugged Geoffrey tightly as the minutes rolled on.
"Ease up Michael. I can't breathe. Hee hee. Are you really that scared?"
Michael complied. His arms and hands dropped lower. Geoffrey could breathe. Michael held onto his friends firm thighs. They galloped and would stop at various points along the route to the village.
"It is breathtaking! You can see the bay and the ships. The town below. Oh, the lush vegetation and palm trees. Just as the books painted the image in my mind back in England. How gallant."
"Come along Bacchus." Geoffrey whipped the horse. The horse jolted. "This will be about 30 minutes to the town. Hang on." Added Geoffrey.
Michael thought Bacchus was a curious name from the ancients to name an animal. It brought back memories of how his friend indicated he enjoyed reading and viewing the drawings of brawny Roman swordsmen. The Greek depictions showed nude men and boys.
As the minutes passed by, Michael's hands innocently dropped to the inner thighs of his best friend. The up and down motion caused Michael's hands to rub Geoffrey's hot crotch. Soon the 12 year-old sprouted a very rigid erection!
"The condition happened. Look yo. There she blows!! Ha ha ha ha ha." Laughed a boisterous Michael.
Geoffrey laughed even louder but blushed as his penis was pointing straight up and very hard.
"Geoffrey! My new saddle horn. This! CLAMP CLAMP Both hands tightened about Geoffrey's swollen and rock hard cock.
Michael was expecting his friend to protest but the ride continued. The minutes waned on. Michael did not understand why he also was obtaining a semi erection in his tight knickers.
After 10 minutes of up and down horse riding Geoffrey brought the horse to an ABRUPT stop and almost fell off!! He tried to walk but fell backwards on the ground breathing hard. He was also sweating a bit. Michael climbed down and kneeled beside his 12 year old handsome friend. "What is it Geoffrey? Are you ill?"
"Ooh. No. Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhh. I uh. Oh. I feel so strange. Something happened!!! It feels like the world about me is swirling. I have to catch my breath."
Geoffrey stood up and unbuttoned his knickers and his semi-hard boy dick sprang out. Wagging about and quite thick.
"Do you have to make water (piss) here?"
"It felt like I did. When you were holding on tightly to my phallus. Going up and down on the horse made it tingle. Then it felt like my water was going to explode out of me!"
"Geoffrey! Oh Geoffrey. Look! Look! It's sticky. Clear and sticky. Look!"
Geoffrey looked down at his shaking young dick and wiped a big drop of clear sticky fluid from his piss slit. He examined it closely with his index finger and thumb.
"What happened? This has never happened before! Am I ill? My breathing has now slowed down."
"You've stained your pants. Look, a big wet spot." Michael hands him his own silk handkerchief
"Yes. And it is sticky. But it is clear. Maybe I'm injured?"
"I don't know Geoffrey??! I am so sorry if that injured you. Did we hurt it?"
Geoffrey tasted his finger and reported "It is sweet. Sticky and sweet. See?"
"Stop that you scamp. Sweet water from your phallus? Maybe it is puss. Wash your fingers at once."
"I don't have an infection. It seems to be fine. No puss. I don't understand the fluid. It is certainly not piss." Geoffrey mused.
"Did it hurt when it came out?" asked Michael.
"No, not in the least. In fact, it was an incredible feeling. The same feeling when I would abuse myself when I turned 11 years of age. That deep gut wrenching build up with release and relaxation. But this day, this sticky fluid issued out. This is a mystery."
"Should we visit the town doctor?"
"Um, no. I don't think so. Look, it is all the way down and hanging now. Thank you for your handkerchief.." Geoffrey hands the expensive handkerchief back to his friend and tucks his spent young dick into the tight confines of his curving mound crotch of his knickers. His days of dry orgasm has now yielded to the first spurts of sticky clear PRE CUM. (he has not had is first cum yet as he is 12).
The two resume their horse ride through the town and several other locations on the island. All the time Michael is rubbing the wet spot on his friend's pants. Late that afternoon they return to the Governor's mansion. Michael dismounts and waves goodbye to his best friend.
That evening after dinner at 8PM, Michael looks from the balcony of his bedroom towards the fort and the town. He can't stop thinking about his new friend. What very curious times they both find themselves.
Michael readies himself for bed once more after a rousing wooden sword fight with Penley. They pull on their night shirts and quickly slip into the narrow bed. The moon is bright tonight. Penley falls quickly to sleep into almost a gentle purrrr.
Michael surveys the blowing silk curtains as island breezes sweep across his open balcony. His hands are behind his head. He can't stop thinking about Geoffrey. They day's events were extraordinary and puzzling. He rubs his nose. He sneezes. The scent of the cut flowers the servants put in his bedroom must irritate him. He gently gets up without disturbing Penley and tosses the flowers over his balcony. As he comes back to the bed, his dick wagging back and forth, he has a series of sneezes. He quickly reaches for his handkerchief and wipes his nose.
He smells the sticky residue from his friend. He inhales deeply and remembers the scent of Geoffrey. He licks the handkerchief, he remembers Geoffrey reporting it was "sweet." He chews on it. He rubs it on his chin.
"Geoffrey was correct." He puts the handkerchief tucked away in a drawer. He retires to the bed. He scratches his crotch as his soft pubes provide a slight itch. His 13 year old dick twitches and rolls.
"Oh no. That must not happen. I will not be able to make water in the morning. I will think of Latin and the Roman War Histories. Yes, very droll lessons." Michael drifts in and out of sleep with a strange churning deep in his gut and balls. He has had a strict upbringing and the church has warned against self-abuse. He has not abused himself since age 12. But now a powerful urge, a force, a pressure is welling deep within him. Crying to explode. He does not understand it. His balls are ACHING from packing so much first cum in swollen vesicles. He has had morning wet dreams but has not been aware of its meaning. The more he resists the powerful sexual urges, the more young semen accumulates in his swollen balls. He drifts to sleep repeating:
"abusus non tollit usum (misuse does not remove use). Uh, let me see. Oh, uh, ad libitum (toward pleasure). Uh, citius altius fortius (faster, higher, stronger). Z z z z z."
As the blond haired boy sleeps, his lengthening dick twitches and rolls. His twin balls move up and down slowly. He moans in his sleep, tossing and turning. His puberty is in full rage. His dick hardens and relaxes many times through the night.
Next Chapter - THE NEXT MORNING