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 05
THE NEXT MORNING
Michael awakens to find his younger brother Penley already awake and glaring down at him. The two brothers are sporting morning hard ons! Michael tries to cover his raging 13 year old boner but Penley pokes at it and lifts his night shirt exclaiming:
"Look Michael. Mine is like that also! Ha ha ha ha. Let's sword fight. Come on! I will wear a pirate's eye patch."
Michael arises and stretches. His raging morning hard on will not go down. He catches a glimpse of himself in the gilded full length mirror in their room. His boy cock is curved up and very hard. A sense of pride rises in his cheeks.
THWAP!!!
"Come alas matey! Are ya gonna fight me Michael?!? Ha ha ha ha."
Penley had thwaped his brother's stiff cock with a toy wooden sword. Michael grimaced in slight pain but quickly found the other other toy wooden sword. The two brothers went to quick and furious wood wacking of the play swords. CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACKKITY CLAK CLACCK CLACKITTY CLACK CLACK CLACK CLACK CLIKKITY CLACK CLACCCCCKADDDY CLACK B R E A K S P L I N T E R ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
"Ahhhh! You broke the swords! I was winning! I was winning!" demanded Penley.
"No you weren't you pirate scamp! No you were not!" retorted Michael. Michael flipped Penley's black pirate eye patch off his head.
The two erect boys ripped each other's night shirts off in play fighting RIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP RITCH RIPPPPPPPPPP RIPPPPP
"Aw! Mother's going to punish us." Michael looked down at the ripped apparel on the cool tiled floor.
"You are a chicken! I, Penley the Pirate have won the battle...I have my secret powerful sword here! On guard!!"
THWUP THAP WHUP THUP THUP ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
Michael lunged at his younger brother with his erect cock and engaged in a fast thwaping battle of erect penis sword play. The two hard boys laughed as they wagged their hard dicks at each other like swords! It felt strangely exciting.
"Even with your bigger sword, Michael, I have won again! I am the...."
"No! No! No you are not Penley!" Michael didn't know why but he grabbed his 11 year old brother's erect cock and swirled the boy around the room in almost a dance. As he did so the wiggling laughing Penley went in and out of the grasp of his brother trying to break free! Both boys laughed but Michael found himself clutching the hard 11 year old penis that much tighter. Michael rapidly did up and down motions on the sword in an attempt to make his brother yield.
"You can not escape you pirate scamp. I have yer sword! Give up! Say you give up!"
"Never! Penley the Pirate is the greatest...Uh.........uh...........oooooooh...uhhh"
Penley fell to the floor and writhed clutching his quivering 11 year old hard cock. A strange expression came over Penley's face. His abdominal muscles quivered and his firm tight butt flexed back and forth. Michael knelt beside his brother in innocence and curiosity.
"What is it? Are you all right? Are you sick? Penley, what is it?" Michael held his brother's face. Michael witnessed his younger brother's cock twitching and lifting up and down off his belly numerous times. The piss slit opened and closed repeatedly as if trying to exude something. But nothing was coming out!
Penley rubbed his stomach and clutched his hairless young balls that had drawn up.
"Oooooooooh. I felt faint. It felt like I had to make water. But my penis quivered. It convulsed. A very strange feeling came over me. But see, nothing came out. Nothing. I am dry. I am dry. I did not piss on myself. Nothing came out. I am dry. But it felt like I was... I don't know what. Oh what a strange feeling. Help me up, Michael."
The two naked brothers stood with erect penises. The blonde haired boys were stunning in their boyhood beauty. An 11 and a 13 year old standing facing each other with raging hard ons. However, Penley's firm dick was now going down. As if satisfied. It was semi- hard now. Penley briefly touched his brother's still erect and aching 13 year old cock to swipe a clear sticky drop that had slowly emerged from the piss slit. It was almost as if something gooey was bubbling up and out of Michael's hard aching cock. Michael looked down and saw another big drop emerge from his piss slit. He swiped the drop up and tasted it.
"It's sweet like, like, like, Geoffrey's! Oh this is a curious development. What can it mean? Maybe I should talk to my father. Maybe I should consult the house physician."
Penley got dressed - as he buttoned up his curving crotch in his knickers he smeared Michael's sticky clear pre-cum drop on his pants. "What is that - sticky piss? Does that mean you are ill or injured yourself? Is that because I hit you there with the wooden sword earlier? Like puss that forms?"
"I don't know brother. I don't know. It is curious. I do not feel ill. In fact, I feel light and very happy. Tingly. But there is a deep ache in these." Michael gently rubbed his aching boy balls that were packed full of young sperm. His prostate was bulging from excess fluid. His semen was aching to burst out. He did not understand these feelings.
"You should tell father, Michael. You may be injured. I did not mean to..."
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! "BOYS! BOYS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE? BREAKFAST IN 10 MINUTES. CAPTAIN HEADSWORTH AND SON WILL BE WITH US. COME ALONG NOW."
"Uh, GULP. Ok father! Dear father. We hear you. Uh." Michael quickly backed onto the open balcony from their bedroom clutching the billowing silk curtains to cover his nakedness, expecting his father to come into their bedroom.
"I am dressed father! Michael is not! I am coming down." Penley smiled a prissy smile at his older brother and unlocked the door and pranced out. The Governor peered in at his older son clutching the curtain about his waist and said:
"I see. Michael, finish dressing and meet us at the table in 10 minutes."
"Yes father. Sir. Uh. Sir." Michael's lips trembled. His father closed the door with a thud.
G R A B
Michael yelped to find his friend Geoffrey on the balcony firmly grabbing his butt cheek and holding on.
"Oooooo Geoffrey. It is you. You scamp. You climbed up the balcony again. I knew you and your father were on the grounds."
Geoffrey let go of his friend's muscular butt and patted it repeatedly as if to spank him.
"You are naked as the day of birth. Is that why you are entwined in the balcony curtain?" Geoffrey was laughing and knew he had the better of his best friend.
Michael dropped the curtain and showed his throbbing erection. "I am hard and can not make water. It is a common thing now these mornings."
"Yes! Yes. Remember I told you what I do to make mine flaccid so I can make water."
"Yes Geoffrey. But this morning my brother and I were dueling with our hard penises as swords and clear sticky drops emerged from my penis, much like yours when we went riding that day. Remember?"
"BOYS! BOYS! HURRY UP! CAPTAIN HEADSWORTH IS WITH US. GEOFFREY! ARE YOU THERE! HURRY UP!"
"Yes Governor Sir. We will be down promptly."
"Oh Geoffrey! I can't put my pants on. Not like this. And it is defiant. What will I ..."
Without hesitating and with due speed, Geoffrey knelt while tightly fastening his grip around his friends hardened penis. He then began to employ his tested answer to the morning wood problem:
RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB UP DOWN UP DOWN UP DOWN RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB UP DOWN UP DOWN UP DOWN
Michael's knees wobbled, they buckled, Michael's breathing became very deep and laboured, His heart thundered and pounded, His chest heaved, His boy abs tightened, His firm butt flexed, His toes curled, A deep knot tightened deep in his gut, He slung his mop head of blond hair back as he closed his eyes,
SPURTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!! SPUIRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!! SPURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTT!!! SPURRRRRRRRRRTTT SPURTTTT SPURT Spurt Spurt dribble dribble drop drop
Ropes of first white creamy thick boy CUM had exploded out the hot and bothered virgin boy cock. His excited hot cock was twitching back and forth after shooting so much pent up sperm. His kneeling friend had taking a face full of sperm and drops in his hair. Michael fell to his knees panting like a dog in heat. His balls descended. His young happy thick dick quickly lowered. The boy wiped the cum off his dick and off his friend's face.
"BOYS! BOYS! DO NOT BE TARDY! AT ONCE, TO THE TABLE!"
Michael's head was light and spinning. He forced himself to get dressed. Michael quickly got dressed, his knickers, shirt, shoes. He Tucked his leaking semi-thick boy snake into his pants. Buttoned them up. Geoffrey was still in a daze and was baffled.
"What happened? What was that? Not piss. What?" Geoffrey looked at his sticky fingers.
"I don't know. I may see the house physician. It felt incredible. Like the sky bursting with the sun and clouds parting. I feel so wonderful. We are late. Pleassse Geoffrey. Let's go to the table. Come friend."
The two boys sat side by side seated at the wondrous carved dining table. Servants served from polished silver, every breakfast food imaginable for the 1700s. They giggled and laughed to the amusement of their parents.
Michael whispered to his friend "Your technique worked. It would not go down until it was released. The sea serpent of the Caribbean!"
Both boys punched each other and laughed almost annoyingly.
Michael looked at his friend and blushed three shades of red. He leaned hurriedly to tell his friend in his ear.
"Geoffrey. Quick! My stuff is on your nose and hanging off your right ear. You didn't wipe it all off. Quickly." Geoffrey had dropped his linen napkin to the floor.
Geoffrey looked cross eyed at his nose and saw a thick white strand of stuff on his nose. He crinkled his nose. He swiped it up with his finger. He swiped up the dangling drop from his ear. He looked about for his napkin. His heart raced.
"What is that on your finger, son? Son." Captain Headsworth asked his son across the table.
Without thinking Geoffrey quickly put his finger in his mouth and sucked it down. He mouthed the thick white creamy substance. He said:
"It was the cream sauce of the eggs, father. It is delectable. Thank you Governor Wadsworth. Always a joy to eat breakfast with your family."
The breakfast had a creamy milk sauce poured upon the scrambled eggs for the governor. Geoffrey was quick thinking on his feet.
He tongued the sticky substance in his mouth noting it was sweet. It had some saltiness. Michael's millions of sperms were wiggling in the globules on Geoffrey's tongue.
"Fast thinking Geoffrey." Michael leaned towards his friend.
"Geoffrey. We do not lick our fingers at the table of the Governor. You have embarrassed me, young man." Exhorted his Captain father.
"Now, Now Captain. They are just boys. Boys will be boys. Manners are coming in the form of finishing school in England for your son. He is 12 and will enjoy a year at Oxford learning the courtesies of the court." Governor Wadworth sniffed his powder ring of herbs.
Mrs. Wadsworth came patting her son and Geoffrey on the shoulder just then emerging from the parlor. She had eaten earlier and allowed the men of the house to eat breakfast. She patted Geoffrey on his cheeks and remarked:
"Young man. Pay more attention to washing. Your cheeks are sticky. Oh. There is cream sauce in your hair. Drops. You must be hungry to fling it over your head."
The table erupted in laughter, the governor taking it as a compliment that Geoffrey relished the breakfast to such an extent. The Captain slunked lower into his chair and turned red from embarrassment that his son could be so loathe at his dinning manners at a guest table! The meal was quickly finished with few words said.
"May we be excused to the dining room balcony father?" Michael gleamed.
"Yes son. You and your friend may be dismissed. The captain and I will smoke here our pipes from England."
As Michael stood up he noticed a large round sticky wet spot in his crotch area. His spent dick had leaked the after cum stain. He quickly covered himself with his hands and took his still dazed friend to the outside balcony. The bay breeze blew through the boy's shiny thick hair.After the French Doors had closed behind them, the boys laughed and hugged each other.
The talked of this frightening new experience and wondered what it could all mean.
"So what do we make of this happening, Geoffey? Your technique employed worked famously. But milky white substance shot from mine. When we went riding on your horse, clear sticky substance shot from yours! I am so confused."
"It scared me Michael. It looked like puss from an injury. But you seemed to enjoy it as I enjoyed my expulsion of fluid that day. I am of 12 years, and you are of 13 and a half years. And why do you have hairs crowning your penis?"
"Yes indeed. Why would hairs sprout around the base of my phallus? For what purpose? They are sparse and few, and soft. But what do they mean?"
"Yes. What do they mean? Wait! The men of the village have bushes of hair in the pit of their arms. They are older. We have none in our armpits. None on our legs or arms. Yet, wait a minute. As we grow older, hair must emerge about our penises. As they will certainly emerge from our arm pits."
"Yes, I see. Penley is 11, and has no hair there. His penis did not shoot any fluid but he greatly relaxed after the pumping motion, similar to your technique to relax a hardened penis. It must be about growth and age."
"Yes, your balls are descended and a bit larger than mine. Mine are large. Penley's are smaller."
"But what reason do these twin balls hang from us? And why do they hurt so if smacked? Do they help make water? Is our piss stored in them?"
"No I don't think piss is there. I have heard of physicians speak of bladders. Sheep bladders and the such. I am fairly sure we have bladders that store piss as well."
"We should be doctors!" The two boys shook hands and complimented themselves on their powers of deduction. There was much to learn and understand.
The boy's buttoned up crotches curved as mounds as they stood. They laughed and then spoke of island legends. They were lost in thought and in the friendship of each other when....
K A B O O M !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! An iron canon ball shot across the balcony and hit squarely inside the house!!! Fire erupted and servants hurried to bring buckets of water to douse the flames.
The boys turned their gaze to the bay and saw a massive Pirate Ship supported by two smaller pirate ships blasting the village and firing at the fort. The British ships were all at sea. They saw hundreds of Pirates swarming in the village below.
NEXT CHAPTER -- PIRATE INVASION!