The Sea Witch commissioned by the Queen herself set sail at the
Morning tide from Portsmouth in the year of our Lord one thousand
Six-hundred-thirteen under Captain Sir Michael Landsdown with
Thirty seamen and me, Master Billy Thompson.
It was a happy coincidence that me seventeenth birthday fell on
Sailing day though no one knew and no one celebrated except me
with my ration of grog. I got the same wooden cupful as the
grown man. They were used to it but it caused me to act loony,
singing and swaying around the boat. The men fussed over drunken
me, pinching me arse and patting me blond curly head. Some said
that it was bad luck to have a 'girl' on board referring to my
lanky body, white skin and prominent arse cheeks. They would
have taken further liberties except captain intervened and
trotted me off to his cabin to sleep it off. I awoke the next
morning with a sick head, full of banging and a sore arsehole,
dripping with the captain's spunk.
It hardly seems three weeks since I escaped from my brutish
father and mean home in Central London. Me mum died two years
ago. Afore you died, on her death bed she told me that I was
uncommon pretty and that my graceful form and curly blond hair
would do me in good stead as I made my way in the world. When
mum died, the guv became a drunken monster and beat me daily. He
once told me that he beat me so he wouldn't rape me.
As cabin boy my job was to keep the captain's quarters clean, his
bed made, his uniforms brushed, his food served and to act as his
bumboy. I knew this was my fate when I enlisted. This position
or berth on this ship was my only way of finding eats and a bed.
I had no papers and no skills but me mum's words came true as the
captain saw me in the sign up line and plucked me out to be his
lad. I was a virgin to all sex but as the days and weeks went by
I began to look forward to the captain's ways.
He never undressed me. For that I was grateful. I had never
done so at home even to wash. I would keep as much on as I
rubbed a soapy rag over me. The Captain would merely lower my
canvas trousers to expose my white bum. Immediately he would
begin to huff and puff in sexual excitement. As luck would have
it, he was of small prong size and of poor ability to last. The
nightly ritual was not painful and of very short duration. In
gratitude the captain gave me good food from his plate.
The crew lusted after me. It was very obvious as I walked among
them to the galley or the head. Their muttered remarks were
muted for fear of the captain's lash and their hands reached out
but never made contact. They were in a sex starved frenzy. I
could only smile to meself on how lucky I was to have my
The captain a sturdy man of about forty years. His court
connections produced his commission. I found out later that he
was not a regular man. He had no wife but many male friends at
We were now over one month at sea. Our destination was the
unexplored islands below the peninsular reaching south from
China. There was, as we found out, thousands of islands. We made
landfall at one, a large one, well peopled. The inhabitants
flocked to the shore and swam out to the boat. They were of good
looking stock, tan in color and robust and healthy. Their faces,
though dark, contained features much the same as we Europeans.
The men cheered the good looking fellows and some opened their
flies and waved their cocks at the boys in the canoes. This in
turn produced gales of laughter from the canoe paddlers. Whether
this was amusement at the antics or a mocking of small pricks I
am not sure. Had I followed their lead, there would have been no
laughter, only admiring glances as my captain well knew that my
prong formed a large handle for him as he thrust behind me.
Often he would rub it and I would spunk out. This was the best
part of what I had to endure.
We disembarked later. We made gifts of beads and blankets and
the locals showered us with delicious fruit, many strange to us
and taught us to drink the sweet coconut milk.
There was also a form of fermented liquor of which we partook.
By nightfall the captain and crew were unconscious and snoring on
the beach. I hardly tasted it for I wished to be in good health
to pursue my plans.
At the water I found a small native boat with oars. I silently
coaxed it into the water, jumped in and began rowing toward a
small island I had seen in the daylight. I perhaps romantically
believed I would be king of my island and live on the food it
produced in abundance. It was too to far and within an hour I
was pulling my little boat up to the shore. The sand of this
island was golden. I wondered if it was real gold. The moon was
very bright this night and illuminated the lush palms and other
growth. The night was mild. I lay down and fell asleep by my
I awoke the next morning. It was still early and the moon was
sharing the sky with the early sun. The rays shown on a figure
standing about ten feet away, regarding me with a smile.
I sat up and stared back. This was the most perfect human I had
ever seen. He was a inch or two taller than me making him about
six feet. He was wearing a loin cloth in red color, decorated
with symbols. His body was like those statues in my school books
from ancient Rome. The symmetry of his shoulders, strong chest,
muscled belly, small waist and perfect legs combined to make me
He was still smiling at me. His strong white teeth seemed to
glow in the rising sunlight. I spoke to him in English, of
course. He looked at me perplexed. Then he made a gesture that
he admired my hair. I answered back by signing that his chest
was nice. We were both falling in love with each other, even at
that early moment.
He advanced toward me. I shied a bit but he reached out a hand
and stroked my shoulder, calming me the way you might a skittish
horse. His hand was smooth and warm. It was all I could do not
to take it and kiss it.
He pointed to himself and spoke for the first time, 'Koai,' then
pointed at me, I replied 'Billy.' We both laughed and we
repeated our names to each other.
He then signed by holding his nose that I smelled. Yes it was
true that I hardly was able to clean myself on the ship. He in
turn smelled fresh and clean, his breath which fell across my
face was pure with hints of coconut. He pulled me toward the
ocean miming washing and bathing. We stood in the water up to
our knees, my canvas trousers quickly sopping up the brine. He
removed the band that tied around his backside and covered his
privates. His tan prick was exposed to me and I smiled and
signaled that it was large and that it pleased me. He began
tugging on my trousers and finally pulled them off, then my shirt
fell easily from my shoulders. Then my drawers. My drawers were
stained and smelly I must admit. He took all my stuff and placed
them on a rock at the shore then returned naked to stand next to
me and we silently compared ourselves, finally giving way to
curious hands verifying what we saw. Naturally our cocks rose
from the attention and we laughed in abandon.
He had been holding a cake of what I later learned was a type of
soap. He lathered his hands and rubbed it on his glossy, perfect
skin and then pointed to me. I nodded. He cleaned my body, my
hair and even my privates, finally inserted a finger in my bum
hole a short distance and cleaned that out.
He than took my clothes on the rock and washed them. He signaled
to me by holding his nose that the smell was gone.
Still both naked he waved to me to follow him. Close to the
beach was a small palm thatched cottage and in front were two
make shift benches and a repast lain out on a table. I was
staving hungry and forgot any manners as I dove into the food.
He laughed at me so hard that he fell on the grass in helpless
laugher. He looked so abandoned in mirth and so appealing that I
left off my eating and came to him. I lifted his laughing face
and pressed my lips against his warm ones. This was the first
kiss since me mum died but this was different. In a moment we
were both breathing with heavy sighs. He tore himself away and
pointed to the food. He was right. First we must eat and then
fortify ourselves against the demands our love making might make.
The food was delicious, many unfamiliar to me and one plant I had
to spit out, it was so hot and spicy. This produced more gales
of laughter on the part of Koai. He was such fun to be with.
His wonderful nature seemed equal to his good looks.
At last we finished our repast and still naked we entered the
dark interior, lit only but the chinks in the thatch. Koai sat
on the cot and waved me close. My cock sprang up as I stood in
front of him, his warm breath fanning the surface of my covered
organ. Soon the cover retreated and the strawberry colored head
was exposed. Koai leaned forward and his pretty tongue lashed at
the head. My cock jumped in passion and began leaking honey. He
licked the droplets away and then placed his full pink lips over
the head and sucked gently. I began to moan. He backed away and
looked up at me in consternation. I smiled down at him and
pushed his face back to it's task, which he resumed, apparently
satisfied that I was not in pain. I continued soft moans as he
brought me rapidly to a crashing pulsation of spunk shooting out
the head. He lapped it all up and rubbed his stomach to signify
that he liked it. He pointed to his own rampant cock. I took
his hands and lifted him off the cot and took his place. I put
my arms around his backside and pulled his prong to me. It was
larger even than mine, it's tender pink head contained a piss
slit which was large and now opening and pulsing. He was well
into his excitement, his chest puffing and his eyes rolling
upwards in pleasure. I was not experienced in this sort of love
making but I working manfully to bring about his crashing climax.
I think he fainted a moment as he emitted great quantities of
creamy fluid, sweetened by his clean diet.
We lay down together and embraced, trying all sorts of kisses, my
tongue becoming bold and aggressive then yielding to Koai's
equally vanquishing tongue until we were both panting in
excitement. Koai's hand found my cock which was hard and in full
display. He stroked in, making cooing sounds of love toward it.
I enjoyed it and felt a superiority that had been stiffled by my
inferior position on board. I rose and stood by the bed. He
looked at me questioningly. I lifted his slim hips and arranged
his body so that his arse was facing me and his head rested on
his warm tan forearms. I could see he was shaking. He felt
vulnerable and unprotected. There was a sheen of sweat on his
perfect back. His back called to me. I placed kisses all over
and he crooned in pleasure his body undulating in passion.
Finally I reached for his gorgeous rump and spread the cheeks.
There was his secret hole, ringed in soft dark hair. The opening
was puffing in and out in a kissing motion. He was begging for
my cock to penetrate him to subjugate him.
With a cry of the jungle I grabbed his hips and put my prong at
the soft opening. He cried out at the entry. 'Oh Billy, Billy.'
But I pushed on until the entire shaft of my cock was inside him.
Now his back was dripping in nervous sweat and fear. I paused
and waited then began a slow fucking motion. He seemed to relax
and he helped the motion slightly. By this time I couldn't see
or hear, I was being transported into a new world. Now I
understood why the captain was so driven to this activity. I
began heartlessly slamming in and out. I reached around his body
and grabbed his cock. It was soft from fear. I continued my
pounding and finally let out a series of involuntary loud grunts
as my cock spew into his hot insides.
I pulled out. I leaned in to kiss him. He was crying. I was
not sure what to do. I patted him and got up. I went out to the
beach and took a short swim to cool my hot body after the sex. I
lolled around, floating on my back for awhile and then the
picture of that hot boy reentered my mind. In an instant I was
erect and wanting. I walked back to the cabin and entered.
There was Koai, dressed in western clothes reading some documents
at a table.
I walked over. 'Koai look.' I pointed to my erection and made
He looked at me sadly. 'No Billy, I don't want you to fuck me.
You are rough and do not show love. I thought you would be
We spoke a bit and I found out that he was assistant
administrator at the large island this was his personal retreat
place. He had learned English from a missionary who still
remained there. He had pretended no English thinking it would be
sex for me.
I had been so abused growing up that I didn't realize that I had
in my arms a person who had offered love and could have been a
I left sadly, rowed back and rejoined the captain and crew. That
night the captain randy from a few days with no sex activity was
not so gentle. He banged me hard and I found a little blood when
In my bed, on the floor, next to the captain's cot I found tears
springing to my eyes, tears of regret for a lost love and tears
for my own bleak future.