All depicted activities and individuals are fully consenting adults and are at least 18 years old at all times.
Please read with a Hampshire sort of Cockney accent in mind.
It was at times its best; it was at times its worst. (PF- C. Dickens; A Tale of Two Cities, 1859) We wept, we pissed, we bled, and we loved like never before! More than anything, we had and loved each other till death, and death we would defend one another like brothers and lovers in arms.
Right now, it is 1725 AD, a blazing hot day near the end of July. I am beside my very best lifelong friends, Thomas Teach (bastard son of the infamous Blackbeard) and William Pound (bastard son of the notorious Thomas Pound); they are a year apart or there abouts, somewhere between 19 and 20-something years old — the bastards of the famous pirates, always after the infamous Captain Kidd's Treasure.
My name is Nicholas, but most people call me Nicky. I am at least 18 years old, as well, or so our Orphanage's prison management tells me. I also am a bastard child born from the local whores who reside here in Portsmouth, England, home for centuries of the British Royal Navy Shipyards. The funny or almost common thing is that TT (Short for Thomas Teach), as we all called him, and Willy are born from the same mother whore…God rest her soul as she passed a few years back in her 9th childbirth at the age of 38 or so they think. So, they are ½ brothers. Their mum, Elizabeth, used to visit often… often pregnant again!
Hundreds of us boys and young men reside at what is called The Queens Under Expended Educational Reform School; we all called it QUEERS! (Ha ha ha) We were culled together at similar ages and taught skills throughout our lives to benefit Her Majesty Queen Anne, now King George. It does not matter; we were slaves to the crown, plain and simple.
Currently, there was a compliment in our age group, all over 18+; 50 or so of us young lads, that had grown up together since being handed over to the state here from our Whore mums shortly after birth. All of our fathers were Seamen, who spilled a lot of semen, and here we are. For nearly 2 decades, we have been trained and educated in all aspects of navigation, shipbuilding and naval sea life. We were only taught reading, writing, science, and arithmetic, which were necessary to equip us with the skills and knowledge to navigate and understand all things nautical and for the sea; to build each of these vessels with continuous improvement for the Monarchy HMS Blah Blah Blah. Bastards and Cunts!
I, TT, Willy, James, Henry, Charles and the other 44 young men in our seg sat underneath a grand English Oak as we stared at her with fury. The HMS Flying Horseman. She was a twin-masted hybrid sloop-brig combo, approximately 45 yards long and 15 yards wide. She had 24 cannons. 10 on each side, two at the head, and two at the rear. We all recognized the parts we had made over the years, especially the experimental curved (Like a hard dick) mast and sails with our in-sewn geometric phallic stitching, all designed to maximize the capture, force and efficacy of the sea winds. Our calculation had shown that theoretically she would do an unheard of 25 knots, double the fastest of any class 1 through 5 warships of any tonnage from any nation ever!
We stared mournfully under the oak from our iron fence compound. Willy spoke first as he was so much like his father's child; we all considered him our leader and Captain.
“That is our ship, Lads! It was our blood, sweat, tears, and broken backs that built her, and ours she shall be! Rumour has it that George has commissioned her with all the greatest last charts and treasure maps from Capt. Kidd to find the world's stolen and lost treasures. She is fully stocked and ready for 3 months at sea, set with provisions for a complement of 100 men.”
TT answered, “What say ye, Willy; what do you propose my good man?”
Willy replied, “Well…this evening is our weekly young men's bath at the Royal Naval Bath house; when they take us down, we are a mere 100 yards from her. Once in the bath, of course, after we clean our holes as usual at the station troughs, we could for once delay our fornicating and prick worship and bloody charge the guards from the back exit; throw them over, hoist the anchor and get the fricking hell out of here! The officers and crew are all in town getting pickled and fiddled, so drunk as lords and oblivious to our surprise attack.”
TT responded, “Say ye no! Are you mad, Laddy! George will send the entire fleet after us. We will be hanged, beheaded and shot repeatedly; perhaps not in that order.”
I interjected, “I think it is brilliant, smashing, Willy! The element of surprise we will have the dark night with no moon and a great fog setting in off the Channel, as always.”
TT stated, “You are all forgetting that as soon as we disembark from the carriage train, once in the bath doors, we must, as always, strip completely naked. Don’t forget this year, as young men, all the fun we have had together in the baths. For us to forego our night of camaraderie, tumbling and buggery, the lads will surely scowl, especially after we have cleaned our holes ready to play.”
Willy answered, “To get off this Fucking Frigid Rock and run free from a life of labour to death…I dare say the lads can keep their spirits up for a few hours longer; their pricks will enjoy a delayed foreplay release when we are free and clear, well up the Channel.”
I answered, “I agree, we keep our peckers and pricks for our clean, fresh lad arses once we are well clear.” James, Henry and Charles now joined, and we formulated a detailed plan. The other 44 lads all agreed… We'll go as soon as we're all washed!
Yes! In case you were wondering, we have all started to engage in all-young male group carnal activity as young men 18+, once in the baths. Now, as young adults, it is accepted and normal, seeing as we have no women available, the same as the Seamen. However, there was much we were still learning, as we were never taught anything about the birds and the bees. We were still figuring it out during our explorations and pleasures; there was a great deal of camaraderie and fun!
The general plan that had ideas from all 50 of us lads was that once we were naked, bathed and cleaned our arses, we would tie up and gag the single old proctor who guarded us. Run out the back of the baths to the ramp right up to HMS Flying Horsemen; overwhelm the four ship guards with 50 naked young men barreling at them, they will likely think it a rouse. Hoist the anchor, raise the sails, and stealthily disappear out of a fog-laden port. Cross the Channel to France, and head north up the coast. Then cut over and navigate through the Land of the Scots from the inner rivers from Falkirk to Glasgow, then out the Firth of Clyde and down to the North Irish Sea and across the sea to New France. Then down the colonies to Havana and the Caribbean Sea, and the Land’s End goal was, of course, Norman Island (BVI). It would take us weeks, if not several months, to deviate that far from the route; the Fleet would be searching and expecting us to stay within the charted shipping lanes from Southport to the new Port Royal (Post-Tsunami). If and when we make it, we then raid all supplies from the ship and skuttle her; then we search for treasure. Intermixed with this, of course, were going to be rum-filled nights with pricks up each other’s arses and throats until our willies blew the white load…oh so much Laddy Scoundrel white blow Fucking Fun!
Amazingly, it all went off like a smashing bang; once we were naked at the baths, we realized we were so horny and anxious to fornicate with one another it drove us to do it all beyond perfection even though none of us had ever run a ship before, it was all we had studied our entire life; so we likely would discover new and better ways to do just about everything, and not cock it all up without the influence of those Royal Navy brats.
Hours later, we were heading up the Channel. It was dense fog (Of course – never ends), and no shipmen in their right mind would be navigating; but who said we were in our right mind?
Willy commanded, “Half the lads will stand watch at each cannon station, and the rest of us will go below deck for rest and recreation. We will switch in six hours when we reach the land of the Scots.” All agreed, and it was made so.
I, TT, Willy, James, Henry and Charles all headed for The Captain's Quarters, sporting dripping, raging members. The other 20 young men crew headed for their hammocks; strings and webs of our excited love lube oozed from all our slits.
In the Captain's Quarters, there were three hammocks, a large high bed, and a vast dining table; chests and chests of equipment, loads of cupboards of provisions, and maps. Other chests held clothing, wigs, and ship navigations. Charles, in all his brilliance, had fetched a bucket of coconut oil from the Galley. That was the one thing these ships always had: coconuts, more coconuts, more coconut oil, and oil…the Sailors used so much of it! The door soon slammed shut, and we began.
Willy had his name well-suited to his endowment. He was easily gifted with a very thick 9” pecker, with a lovely thick brown bush. His blue-grey eyes and messy, shaggy, brown, wavy hair down his back reminded me of the depiction of the Lord…so handsome he is.
TT is also incredible. His member was about 7.5” but super thick with a lovely blonde bush, and huge testicles, like walnuts. His green eyes and long, flowing blond hair are as beautiful as his mother's. I loved taking him in my mouth and throat.
I also think I am quite a catch. I have long, wavy, strawberry blonde hair and a prick of about 7” with two good-sized ganger that swung very low from my loins. I loved it when the fella’s and lads would pull and suck on them forcefully. Many said, my hole was my best feature. I was able to accommodate all the lads; it excited me so that their hot spunk exploded like cannons into my steamy love tunnel. Their tongues twirling my whole drove me to want even more than one prick at a time.
James, Henry and Charles are remarkably similar in size and appearance. Long brown hair, brown eyes and nice 8” peckers; medium thick shafts and lovely balls all around. James had incredible white blows, but none as much as I.
The other young lads are a mix of what one would expect. We were all between 5 ft 10 inches and 6ft 3 inches. We were thin, yet very defined and sculpted from our labour and work. Food was often just enough to sustain us. Not a one of us was over 12 stone.
With the six of us naked and dripping red, raging members, Willy asked, “Nicky, I believe it is your turn to request first tonight what you would like from us lads?”
I had recalled the same, so I was thrilled. I gasped,
“Oh yes, Captain Willy. Please, sir, if you would be so kind as to devour my hole and then pound me with your huge cock. At the same Time, TT, would you please force your lovely dick down my mouth and throat? Last time we had to cut short, but I thoroughly enjoyed the fingers in my hole and seemed to be increasingly anxious for more. There is that spot deep in our arses that we hit with our peckers that feels so good and makes us blow our hot white cum cream so long and far…it feels just rapturous and so smashing!”
TT answered, “Yes, Nicky! We all love it. Now, how about James, you and Nicky both get up here on the Dining table with some of the white linen pillows and white blankets under you and side by side, you can get pocked with Henry up your arse and Charges down your throat.”
James responded, “Oh, yes, TT. That would be the best; look, how giggle-mug I am, just yearning for their cocks in my hole and mouth. Quick, Henry and Charles, pick a hole and pound away.”
And so, we began our six young lad orgy and fornications. James, beside me on the table, leaned over and we kissed so wildly and passionately. The ship swayed ever so slightly as the Channel was beautifully calm. We started to hear the moans, sighs and groans of the other crew enjoying their bodies. It was so perfect and exciting in all our nakedness as the candles lit and reflected off our creamy white, perfect skin and long hair. James and I moaned, sucking each other's tongues and lips. I had become increasingly attracted to him throughout our exploration this year; not sure if I knew what love was, but I had secretly longed for James. Although he had similar looks to Charles and Henry, his hair parted in the middle and big brown eyes drove me wild. His cum load catching up to mine was a fun challenge.
Suddenly, our heads were both turned to the front of the table. TT presented his big, thick cock for servicing, and Charles thrust his big, gushing prick into James's throat. We both groaned and loved the dripping, sweet man fluid coating our tongues and throats for their oral shuttlecock adventures.
Willy and Henry both sat on chairs behind us and together started to eat our arse holes. The sensations of a man's tongue on our bum holes filled us with absolute Glee. They spread our bum cheeks and pulled us apart as if to dig an escape tunnel, probing and exploring with their tongue and mouth, deeper and deeper; the slight scrape of their light whiskers causes my cock to spew even more white cream. I glanced to the side to admire James’s lovely 8” and saw that I, as well, had a thick white continuous stream of our young man juice flowing down to the white linen sheets below. The candlelight reflected off our oozing flow like a lit-up waterfall. The light flickers, bouncing off all our toned, muscular skin as our six bodies performed our pleasure orgy, relishing one another's perfect, rigid, lean bodies and great big exploding cocks.
When we were both almost ready to cum from having their huge cocks in our mouths and tongues up our holes, Willy and Henry knew the timing perfectly. They rose and slathered their big peckers with the coconut oil and then quickly thrust them into our arse holes. James and I had to pull off the incredible pricks in our mouths to let out the most wonderful, joyous gasp and moan. We all recall earlier in the year when we all experienced this for the first time, the incredible pain-pleasure mix that puzzlingly caused us to want more of their cock deeper, harder and faster. The more it hurt, the more we wanted, and each searing, painful twinge and sharp burning jolt in seconds turned to the most rapturous feeling a young lad can get from another young lad's member. We had all topped and bottomed for each other dozens of times since becoming young men bathing over the age of 18.
Willy and Henry grabbed our shoulders and pounded our butt holes with their big, ginormous cocks as they hurried faster and faster. James and I knew their big creamy blow was about to flood our begging, thirsty holes.
I pulled off TT’s great dick and yelled, “Pound me, Willy, fucking pound me, Captain Willy!” This always had us in stitches, as Willy's last name, from his infamous Father, is Pound, so it seems fitting in this instance. In perfect togetherness, James and I were treated to the exploding white cum up our holes, matched precisely with TT and Charles exploding all in our mouths and throats, covering our lips, tongue and face with their scalding hot young man cum. Oh, that sweet, lovely young lad cum. James and I were covered and dripping in their white wash on our faces and hair, and respective man juice leaking out of our very delighted arse holes.
Willy asked, “Nicky, sorry Laddy, I was hoping to get your nut out of the hole with my pounding, but you seem to have pushed it off…is all, ok my good boy?”
I answered, “Yes, and if I may speak for James as well, I just think we both want to explore more with the fingers up our bum holes. We both have said, the pricks feel stupendous, but you know I have to wonder just how much and how big we can go up our holes and see what the result is…hopefully not our entrails exploding and certain death…which I doubt as it just felt so wonderful, but last time we had to go back to barracks, and that cunt proctor held us up. So, can you perhaps grease up and play with my hole with more and more until I say stop. I do not think it is fiddlesticks, but I have to wonder if you can get your entire hand and arm up my bum.”
James answered, “I have been pondering that as well, so perhaps TT and Willy, you both can get behind Nicky and play and pull apart his hole, while Charles and Henry do the same on mine.”
Willy answered, “You think the entire hand and arm of a man can slide up the hole. Charles, you wanted to be a doctor or surgeon, so what are your thoughts?”
Charles replied, “Well, the early anatomical drawings do show that once inside and past the outer arse hole, the tunnel becomes quite wide and vast. If relaxed enough, I suspect those same little nut-like structures that our peckers are pounding will respond equally more with the size of a greater penetration. I say we go slow and see what happens. The lads will stop us if the pain is too great, but perhaps we lie them on their backs facing the trusses so we can play with their cocks too and hopefully enjoy their hot white blast. Good thing we have kept our nails well-smoothed and filed.”
I answered, “Brilliant, Charles, you will make a fine ship's surgeon!” We all giggle, and James and I got into position beside one another. We kissed and nibbled while the lads got all greased up with the oil. We hauled back on our legs, opening up our holes to the four young lads exploring fingers and hands. I was so excited, my Willy was so big and hard as was James’s. The cum was covering and pooling all over our bellies. The lads took turns slurping as their fingers pried away.
Slowly, Willy ran his fingers all around my loosened hole. We moaned and groaned as they entered us with just a few to start. The twisting and turning sensations were so blissful and heavenly. I knew we were onto something as my dick was speaking volumes like a library, and my brain was exploding in a pleasure-filled lightning storm. TT also started to pry at my hole, and soon, in a quarter hour, James and I each had eight glorious fingers in us.
Charles asked, “Are you Laddies doing well?”
I answered, “Smashing lads, so smashing! Please more, please more, my good sirs!” James nodded in agreement.
Charles stated, “Well, I suggest now that one of us curve our thumb down to the other fingers and make like a duck's beak shape and see if we can gently press into the lad's holes.”
James cried out, “Oh my, yes please, the sensations are just so naughty, I prithee, lads.” With that, I could sense and feel Willy continue to twist his four fingers, and TT spread open my hole. I nodded to Willy as I could feel the increased pressure, and he slipped his thumb into my open outer ring. I continued to moan and groan, begging and craving more and more. Finally, after almost another quarter hour with our pleadings, it happened!
With a flabbergasted look from both TT and Willy, Willy's entire hands slid deep into my hole as I continued to cry and scream for more.
“Yes, Willy, Yes, more, More I beg ye good man, deeper Yes, Yes…more Willy…” In a few clock movements, Willy had his entire hand and arm up my hole. I screamed and yelled so loud, as did James, as he was just a few inches behind me, taking Henry and Charles.
We both yelled and hollered, “OOOHHHHHHHH YYYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSSS GGGGOOOODDDDD PPPPPPRRRRAAAIIIIISSSSEEEEEE YYYYYYEEEEEEE OOOOHHHHHH LLLLOOOOOORRRDDDD YYYYYYYEEEEESSSSS MMMMYYYYYYY SSSSPPPPPUNNNNKK HHHAAATTTHHHHHH CCCCCCUUUMMMMMMMMMM OOOOHHHHHH AAAAAAHHHHHHHH CCCCCCCUUUMMMM !” I was beyond words as I watched my prick looking bigger than it ever has before, beginning with the most joyous sensation I and I know James has ever experienced. Our hit white man cream flowed and exploded out of our Cocks like a powerful dairy cow's udder having overfilled with milk for far too long. I had no Idea where all this white man cream was coming from, but he pumping feeling in my arse hole was so stupendous and rapturous.
I begged, “Please, lads. Make a big fist and dunk it in the oil and then have a boxing day match with my hole, and please do not stop until I say so, I beg ye please!” The four best friends did so for James and me. Within a mere minute, we were both screaming as our loads returned, pelting on the ship trusses and wood beams, some eight feet above, dripping down on us with our hot, creamy young man spunk. They punched our holes with the four alternating hands deep to their elbows and then some. Both James and I continued our rapturous roar, and our cocks just kept blowing out boiling white cream. Willy and TT leaned in to taste and eat the continuous eruptions. Charles and Henry worked on James, but I still had the output title. They slurped and swallowed our man cream like ravenous dogs as our holes expanded deeper and wider...Oh, Bliss, Joy, Heaven, the cums and sensations were!
Willy yelled, “Charles, quick…go get the off-duty fornicating crew, we must share and teach this.”
Charles answered, “No need, good sir…look at the door. The entire ship, and perhaps the Coast, has heard the lad's screams and hollers with pleasure and rapture untold for all times. This we shall call Fisting!”
I glanced at the Captain's quarter door and saw the other twenty lads beating and stroking their cocks as my bum hole continued to be ravaged deeper and deeper, and my cock and James’s blow more and more of our hot white young man spunk down the mouths and throats as they gathered to watch and learn.
We will all be blessed by and with Pound and Teach, the Twink Pirate Legends and the new world discovery of what we young lads will now call…Fisting!
