Mates
By:
Will B
(© 2009 by the author)
The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's
consent. Comments are appreciated at...
Ed and Henry have ‘come out’ to the crew of the “Henrietta” and inadvertently to their Cousin George and Captain Martin and First Mate Rogers, who are also a couple. The chapter ended with a violent storm attacking the ship.
Chapter 14
The clouds came closer and closer, and the wind changed to a high-pitched keening. As Ed and Henry went into the cabin, they could feel the ship rising and falling with the increased swell of the waves. The ship began to pitch in the rising winds. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed. As the terrified lads looked out of the porthole they saw a giant wave bearing down on the ship.
On the quarter deck, Martin and Rogers were straining to turn the wheel so that the “Henrietta” could turn to face the wave bow first. The veins and muscles in the two men’s necks were visible as they summoned every bit of their energy to save the ship—and their lives.
Samuel and Pete arrived on the quarterdeck to help the two officers. Coming on the quarterdeck without permission was usually not allowed, but this was an emergency. While the Captain and First Mate pulled to turn the wheel, the two ‘intruders,’ (but very welcome intruders) got on the other side of the wheel and pushed--pushed with all their might!
Slowly, ever so slowly, the “Henrietta” began to face the wave. Gradually she turned her bow towards the advancing wall of water.
Below decks, George had gone into Ed and Henry’s cabin and without saying a word, held them tightly. He had come to love these two lads as if they were his own sons, and if they…. (He couldn’t even think the word)…if the … worst were to happen, he wanted to be with them.
‘Sweet Jesus,’ he prayed to himself, ‘Look over us and protect us. As you calmed the storm on the Sea of Galilee, if it be Your will, bring us safely through this, and if we are not… not to make it, receive us into your kingdom.’
Only the combined strength of Martin and Rogers, and Samuel and Peter, struggling at the wheel, enabled the “Henrietta” to be turned, facing the wave so that she could ride up the wall of water.
The “Henrietta” climbed that wall of water, which had not yet begun to crest. If it had, the ship probably would not have survived. But…. But…
She rode up one side and over the top of the wave and down the other into much calmer water.
As the wave passed on to break on some shore, the rain and wind abated, and the waters calmed.
The four men at the wheel looked at each other, jubilant that they had saved the ship. “Samuel and Peter, I think we owe you our lives,” said Captain Martin as he gripped their hands tightly in a handshake.
As the setting sun dried the decks of the ship all of the crew gathered on deck to see that all was well with their Captain and First Mate. George, Ed and Henry also came up on the deck. When the men were assembled, Captain Martin spoke, “I want to thank all of you who did your duties to the ship. We have come through the storm safely, and I especially want to thank Samuel and Peter for helping Mr. Rogers and me to turn the ship. I am promoting them to the rank of bosun. They will be in charge of work crews to repair any damage. They have earned this right well!”
The crew cheered since Samuel and Pete were liked and respected.
One of the sailors called out, “Captain, one of the yardarms is cracked and the sprits’l (spritsail) is torn. We’ll need to make some repairs.”
“Aye, that we will,” said the Captain. “My charts show me that there are some islands somewhere North of here. Tomorrow we’ll get a reading on our location and head for those islands where we can put up for a few days to repair and rest.”
* * * * *
Three days later the “Henrietta” dropped anchor between an island and the coast. To the wonder and delight of everyone, the island, which had several low, tree-covered hills, appeared to have a spring of fresh water that flowed out of a grove of trees across the beach and into the sea.
Sam and Pete set up work crews to repair the damaged sail and the cracked yardarm. After those repairs were done they planned to have a crew row the longboat ashore to fill small barrels with water to refill the large barrels on the ship.
George went to Sam and Pete and said, “Look, I used to row on the Thames. Suppose you let Ed and Henry and me row the boat to the island to fill the barrels and bring them back to the ship. We want to help.”
Sam said, “That is right helpful, but you are paying passengers, I don’t know if the captain would like…”
“Ask him,” said George. “The boys and I really want to do something.”
Captain Martin gave his approval and so for the next two days, the three stalwart men rowed back and forth bringing much-needed fresh water to the ship.
When the work was done on the evening of the second day, the Captain assembled everyone on the deck and said, “Men, you have all worked hard, and the “Henrietta” is once more ready to set sail. Thanks to our passengers, we have a good supply of fresh water, and so, I am giving everyone shore leave for four hours tomorrow. We will have a celebration on the beach and we can just have some time to rest.”
The entire group cheered the Captain, and the men went to their quarters to plan for the next day. The cook looked at his stores and thought he could serve an extra portion of salt-beef and salt-pork. Ed and Henry thought about how nice it would be to relax in the sun. George thought about how nice it would be to give his sore muscles a rest.
The next day, the shore party went to the beach. Cook set up a spit and began cooking.
Ed and Henry explored the island and found a little thicket where trees provided some shade and some bushes that would give them privacy. They lay down in each other’s arms—and fell asleep.
George also found a little hollow where he could stretch out, and he was soon falling asleep also. He was half-wakened by voices. He looked up and saw Sam and Pete dressed only in their braies and their shoes. They were carrying two leather bottles and they were grinning as if they knew a secret—or as if they had a plan.
“George, Captain sent this ale with his compliments and we thought we could all enjoy it together,” Pete said.
“Huhhhh? Ohhhh? That was nice of the Captain,” said George, but isn’t that a bit much for three men to drink?”
“Ahhhh! Yes!” said Sam. “Well, you see, George, Captain thought you might be a might be a bit stiff and sore after the last two days of rowing, so one bottle is for drinking, and we thought we would rub some of the contents of the other bottle into your muscles, to …er… relieve the soreness, as it were.”
“I could use something to relieve my soreness,” said George.
“Tell you what,” said Sam. “Why don’t you take off your shirt and your leggings and lay down on your stomach. I’ll work on your back and shoulders, and Pete will work on your legs.”
After a satisfying drink of ale, George stripped off his clothes and was soon lying on his stomach. Sam poured some ale into his hands and began to massage George’s neck. Almost immediately, George felt the aching start to drain from his body.
Sam moved to George’s shoulders, and his strong, yet gentle, hands worked some more of their magic.
Pete was working more ale into the muscles of George’s legs. George thought to himself ‘I could almost fall asleep. This feels so good.’
Sam was now working on the small of George’s back and Pete was working on George’s upper legs.
“Um…, George, would you want us to go any lower? Why don’t you slip off those braies, so we can finish our job?” asked Sam.
“Look, if it’ll make you feel more comfortable, Sam and I will step out of our braies too,” Pete said.
“Ohhh….., sure…. Whatever you say,” said George.
Pete and Sam stepped out of their braies and stood there in all their glory: their firm muscular bodies glistening with sweat.
George raised his hips up and Sam slid his braies down so that George’s tight, firm butt, which was covered with fine dark hair, was exposed to the warm air and to the sight of the two friends who were bringing such wonderful sensations to his body.
“All right, George, do you want to turn over and we’ll work in your shoulders and chest?” asked Sam.
A combination of the feelings of the massage, the warm air, the ale that George had drunk and absorbed into his skin, and the months of deprivation of certain other needs, had combined to make George feel that he did not want these four hands to stop what they were doing. They should just keep on…
George turned over and Sam began to work his hands into George’s shoulders and his chest. Sam’s hands lightly brushed George’s nipples, and they became hard. George lay there with his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of those wonderful strong hands moving…, kneading…., working the stiffness out.
Pete was massaging George’s upper legs and thighs and coming close to, but not touching George’s manhood.
George’s mind was thinking, wondering what it would like to…., would be like if….. Almost without realizing it, George’s member began to become engorged with blood, and like some giant snake, raising its head out of the grass, his cock moved up and away from his pubic bush and swayed from side to side as if testing the atmosphere.
It became apparent to both Sam and Pete that George’s organ was fully aroused and was now standing straight up from his body.
“Oh, my, George,” said Sam. “You seem to have a little problem—or rather a large problem. Would you like Pete and me to help you with that?”
George wasn’t quite sure what kind of help these two could offer (or perhaps, he did have a pretty good idea), but he just said, “Ohhhh… go ahead…. Don’t stop…”
The next thing George knew, Sam’s tongue was licking the tip of his shaft. Pete’s fingers were gently massaging George’s balls and Sam’s lips were now enveloping the entire head of George’s cock.
“You OK? George? We can stop if you want us to,” said Pete.
“Noooo….wonderful…., don’t …..stop.” Never had the doxies in the House of Scarlet Pleasures that George patronized in London…never had they made…him….feel soooo….
George’s toes began to tingle; the hairs on his legs stood away from his limbs, as if some strange current was running through his body. Drops of precum appeared at the opening at the tip of his helmet…. George arched his back and with a great moan of pleasure, shot his hot, steamy, creamy seed into the mouth of Sam and on to Sam’s chin. One, two, three shots of the elixir of pleasure erupted from George’s penis.
“Aaaaagggghhhh! Aaaagggghhh! Iiiiiieeeeeeiiiiii,” was all he could say.
George sank back in satiation, but there was more to come. Both Sam and Pete were licking his abdomen, his chest, and his shoulders in order to lap up any stray drops.
When George opened his eyes, he saw Sam and Pete smiling at him, their lips and chins covered with his spunk. As he watched, they turned to each other and kissed, each one licking the cum off of his lover’s face.
Sam and Pete both lay down, one on each side of George.
“How do you feel, George? Is that tension and stiffness gone?” Pete asked.
George turned his head from side to side and looked at each of them: smiled and said, “My friends, perhaps I will never embrace your way of life as I know Ed and Henry have, but I will never forget this wonderful afternoon. Thank you”
“That’s all right, George,” said Pete. “We know you’re not really one of us, but we wanted to do this with you—for you, to you, and I think we will always be friends.”
George took one of Pete’s and Sam’s in his and said, “Friends. That’s good. I’m happy to have two friends like you.”
Sam said, “I guess it’s time that we go down to the beach.” As the three got up, he added, “But George if you ever feel you would like us to…er, relieve your tension again, you only have to ask…”
George didn’t say anything. He just smiled, and patted each of his two friends on their butts and said, “Friends, just friends, all right?”
* * * * *
The “Henrietta” made her way up the coast of the mainland and after two weeks, they entered the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay. They sailed up the Potowmack River and then headed into the St. Mary’s River. Finally on the morning of April 9, after a voyage of almost nine weeks, they dropped anchor at the town wharf of St. Mary’s City, the capital of the Province of Maryland.
Whenever a ship docked, many of the townspeople came down to greet her, and today was no exception. The Naval Officer of the Port was there as was William Stone, the Governor of the Province. When the ship was moored, Captain Martin and his party went to meet the officials and introduce his first mate.
“I’ll let you have a copy of my bill of lading,” he said to Thomas Hatton, who among other posts, was the Receiver General of the colony,
The formalities over, Martin turned to a tall man, who looked to be about forty-five years of age and plump woman in her early forties who stood beside him. “Ahhh, Master Godwin, and Mistress Godwin, I’ve brought you the three servants you wanted. This is George Robinson, who worked as a Clerk to the King (God Rest His Soul), at Whitehall. He will be an excellent clerk and man of letters for you.”
George came forward and bowed to Godwin and to Mistress Godwin. “Sir, Ma’am, I’ll do my best to serve you well.”
“These two young lads, strapping young men that they are, are Edward Robinson and Henry Thompson. I think they’ll take good care of the horses and be able to wait at table in the inn,” Martin said. “They are well educated and have good manners.”
Now it was Ed and Henry’s turn to come forward and bow to their new employers.
“Time enough tomorrow to start on your duties,” said Mistress Godwin. “I think that the first order of business is to get you settled in your new home. Don’t you agree, husband?”
“Oh, absolutely, my dear,” said Godwin. “Now, Captain, it’s going to take you about two days to unload your cargo and shift it to my tavern. I propose that today, you and your first mate, George, Ed, Henry and half of your crew take your dinner with us, while the other half of the crew starts to unload the “Henrietta.”
“That is right kind of you, Mr. Godwin. We’ll be happy to accept our invitation,” said the Captain. First Mate Rogers spoke up and said, “That is most kind.”
“Good,” said the tavern keeper. “Tomorrow, the other half of the crew can take their dinner with us and today’s crew can finish unloading the ship.”
“Is there anything Ed and I can do,” asked Henry.
“Nay, lad,” said Sarah. “There will be work enough to do on the morrow. The General Assembly will be meeting in a few days, and we will have people from all over the colony coming, wanting to be fed, bedded, and have their horses looked after. Enjoy yourselves today.”
Captain Martin and his First Mate gave instructions to Samuel and Pete about how the work of unloading the ship was to be divided and then the seven people started walking to Godwin’s tavern.
Ed and Henry saw a two story U-shaped building.
“The central portion is the tavern with the kitchen and dining hall on the first floor, and room for the boarders on the second floor. There is also an office where George will be working during the day. The left-hand wing is where my wife and I have our living quarters, and there is a room where George can sleep.”
Godwin went on, “ Now the right hand wing is given over to the stables on the first floor, and the second floor has living quarters for my two new stable-hands. You won’t mind living separated from the rest of us, will you lads?”
Keeping a perfectly serious expression, Ed assured his new employer that he was sure that he and Henry would be able to put up with the solitude.
“Of course, you will take your meals with us,” Sarah assured them.
“Yes, Ma’am. That will be nice,” said Henry.
Godwin showed the two stable hands where their room was and then left them alone.
Ed and Henry looked at each other and then moved into each other’s arms.
“Are you sure you won’t mind the solitude, Henry?”
“Not if you’re sharing it with me,” replied Henry,
To be continued.
E’s comment: After being terrified during the storm and working their buns off afterward, Ed and Hank fell into the proverbial bucket of honey. What bees are going to sting them next time?
Posted: 05/15/09