Mates

By: Will B
(© 2009 by the author)

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On 9 April 1649 the “Henrietta” arrived in Maryland, and Ed, Henry, and George have met the man and woman who would be their master and mistress for the next five years.

Chapter 15

After a good night’s sleep, the three new servants rose, washed, and dressed in their respective quarters and went into the dining hall to get their orders for the day.

“Sit down, all of you, and I’ll serve you breakfast,” Sarah Godwin said as she bustled into the dining room with a tray of hot oatcakes, and mugs of ale.

Our three friends needed no second invitation and sat down and set to with right good appetites. When they finished, Christopher Godwin let out a loud belch, and said, “Oh, excuse me, Sarah, my dear, but your breakfasts are always so good.”

Sarah gave her husband a light buffet on the shoulder and followed it up with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Lord, love you, husband, every day you belch and every day you say the same thing.”

“Now, George,” Christopher said, “I want you to go over the bills of lading Captain Martin has left. I know you’ll find everything in good order; and then, some of the inhabitants of this city have asked if you could write some letters for them. Some of them can barely sign their names.”

“Yes, sir,” said George.

“Now, this is what I propose. Sarah and I will feed and board you, and your first responsibility is to me.  After you have finished your duties, you are free to write letters for others.  If they should pay you, that money is yours to keep. How’s that sound?”

George’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “Why…why.. that’s very generous of you Master Godwin. Thank you.”

Now you two lads,” Christopher said as he turned to Ed and Henry. Your duties are to take care of the horses in the morning and to wait on tables at dinnertime. You will have your meals and board from Sarah and me, but if any of the people staying at the inn want you to give extra care to their horses, such as rubdowns, exercises, and so on, what ever they give you is yours to keep. How’s that, eh?”

“Very generous, Sir. Thank you.”

“Now we’re going to be very busy for the next few weeks,” Godwin went on. “The General Assembly has been meeting for a week, and there is talk of a very important bill that’s being discussed. Some of the delegates who weren’t here are arriving now.  Other people who have business with the Provincial Court are also arriving. We’re going to be full up by nightfall, I’ll be bound.”

Godwin paused a moment and then went on. “George, I’ll show you to your office, and you lads get busy and muck out the stables. Sarah will ring a bell at half-past eleven. You are to stop what you’re doing, go down to the stream that runs behind the inn and clean yourselves and be up here with clean shirts by twelve of the clock. Understood?”

“Yes, sir!” Ed and Henry said almost in unison, and went off to their duties, Godwin took George to his office and showed him where the supplies were, and left him to it.

Ed and Henry spent the morning mucking out the stables, and grooming two horses that were in the stalls. When Sarah rang the bell at 11:30, they put their shovels and pitchforks down, took their clean shirts and leggings and ran down to the stream that ran behind the tavern.

They quickly stripped off their dirty clothes and ran into the cool water laughing and splashing, playing a little ‘grab-my-pucker and I’ll grab your fucker.’ They didn’t play too long because they had to dress in their clean clothes for waiting at table, run back up the hill, and show up at the dining room.

The room was filling rapidly with men and women who had come to St Mary’s City to attend the session of the Assembly or conduct some business in the court. All the talk was about how Governor Stone had invited some Puritans from Virginia to settle in Maryland, since the Virginia government had been making them feel unwelcome.

Sarah showed Ed and Henry how to serve the diners quickly and efficiently. The two young men, tall and well-built and glowing with their healthy exercise soon found themselves at ease, and they were able to serve the customers and maintain pleasant conversation with the hungry diners at the same time.

Some of the diners were the other half of the crew of the “Henrietta,” taking advantage of Christopher Godwin’s kind invitation of the day before.

To their surprise, many of the inn’s customers, as they got up to leave, left a few pennies on the table—for them. Our readers may not think a penny or two was much of a tip, but it represented a lot of money in 1649, and Ed and Henry were grateful.

When the dining room was empty, Sarah, Christopher and George came into the dining room. “Sit down,” Sarah said. “I’ll bring our dinner in just a minute, but first I want to say how pleased I am with the way Ed and Henry served our customers.”

‘That’s good,” said Christopher, “very good….George, how did your afternoon go?”

“Oh, I had a very good afternoon. Several customers stopped by my office, and asked me to do some writing for them. Two wanted me to write letters to their families back in England, and one wanted me to read a letter to him. I made almost ten pence.”

“Good, good,” said Christopher, as his wife brought in a platter with two roast capons on it, a bowl of gravy, some potatoes and a salad.

Christopher got up and brought five mugs of ale to the table, and for a few minutes everyone just sat quietly, enjoying the meal.

“George, I don’t suppose you play chess, do you?” asked his employer.

“Yes, I do…a little,” said George.

“Well, let’s have a game then.”

“Boys,” said Sarah, “do any of your clothes need mending?”

“Umm, I do have a hole in my woolen stocking,” said Henry.

“I have a button coming loose on this shirt,” said Ed.

“Well, bring them here and I’ll mend them for you,” said Sarah.

So the evening passed quietly with Christopher and George playing chess, and Sarah mending and talking to the boys, asking them about their home in England.

As the sun set, the room darkened, and the chess game ended in a stalemate.

“You’re a good player, George. We’ll have another game maybe tomorrow,” said Christopher.

Sarah handed George and Ed each a rush light. “Be careful with the flame in the stables, boys,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am, we will,” said Ed.

“Thank you for all you are doing for us,” said Henry.

When Ed and Henry reached their room, Ed put the rush light on the shelf and started to undress. His lithe, manly, well-endowed body made Henry gaze at him with wonder in his eyes. ‘How can this wonderful man be mine?” he wondered.

“Ooooohhh, Aaagh!” exclaimed Ed.

“What’s wrong, Ed?”

“I think I’m a little sore from all the work in the stables today. I think I ache all over.”

“Let me see if I can help you,” said Henry, and he began to massage Ed’s neck and shoulders.

“Uuummm!” said Ed.

“Does that help?” Henry asked.

“Ohhh, yes, Could you go a little lower?”

“Surely… How’s that?”

“Uuuuhhh… wonderful, but I seem to have hit my elbow on the stable door. It seems to be….”

“All right, my love. Let me kiss it and make it all better,” Henry said.

“Oooh, would you?”

“Of course. How’s that?”

Well, as one might guess with these two handsome studs who were made for each other, one kiss led to another, and suddenly Henry sank to his knees, and said, “I want to kiss all of your wonderful body. This part looks like it needs a little tenderness.”

Ed didn’t say a word, but gripped Henry’s head and pushed it toward his organ of pleasure. Henry wasted no time, but soon had Ed’s manhood completely in his mouth.

Ed lay down on his back, and let Henry have his way with him. The soreness had vanished, but there was still quite a bit of residual stiffness in both of the young men’s bodies-but in time that too vanished in a burst—or several bursts—of creamy nectar.

In his room George sat in his chair, thinking about the last two days. As he began to take off his shirt, his mind went back to that encounter with Sam and Pete on the island. His memories triggered other responses in his body and as he slid his leggings down over his hips—and then stood up and stepped out of his braies, his man-meat stood to full attention, and almost unthinkingly, George’s hand began to massage his shaft.

Slowly at first, but then lust took over and George was moving his one hand all over his chest, pinching and tweaking his nipples, and then down to massage his balls. The other hand kept stroking and stroking and stroking and STROKING.

Once again his toes began to curl; once again the fine hairs on his legs began to quiver; his testicles began to draw up to his body. He kept on STROKING and STROKING… until… his hot cream shot out over his chest and abdomen, and some ran down his shaft.

Almost without realizing what he was doing, George dipped his fingers into his cum and put his fingers into his mouth. ‘So this is what it tastes like,’ he thought to himself.

On board the “Henrietta” Captain Martin was in his cabin at the stern of the ship. He had brought out his log and First Mate Rogers was carefully examining it.

“Hmm, I would say everything looks in very good order, Captain. I think you can put your log where it belongs,” said Rogers.

“Oh, aye, aye, Mister Rogers, if you will just open the place where I like to keep my it….”

Very shortly, the Captain’s log was in the place where the Captain most liked to keep it.

“Yes, Captain, that’s it,” said the First Mate. “Yes…, yes… that’s it…. Harder, if you will….. harder…. and faster!… Shove that log in…. and again…..  Aaarrrggggg!  Aaaahhhhgggghhh! Ooooohhhhhh!”

After a few minutes of recovery, Rogers said, “Captain, if you will, I would like to examine your accounts.  If you….”

“Of course, John, examine my accounts as closely and for as long as you like….. Oooohhhh. Yes!….. YES!”

It is a well known fact that when the ship’s officers keep their affairs in good order, the ship will function more efficiently, and if the ship runs well, the crew will do their work better.

In the foc’sle at the bow of the ship, the crew were preparing for their nightly rituals.

“Bring out that large barrel, men. Yes, the one that has a bung hole in the side,” said Samuel.

“When the barrel was in place, Samuel said, “One of the crew has said he would volunteer to be the barrel boy of the night. Will young Jerry step forward?”

A handsome lad of twenty-two, who had signed on while the “Henrietta” was docked, stepped forward.

“Now, Jerry, you understand that you will get in the barrel and put your mouth or your ass near the hole, and you will receive whatever the men put to you? Are you willing to do this.”

“Oh, yes, Mr. Samuel. This is one of the main reasons I signed up to come on this trip. I want lots of cock, and I will take it any way I can get it.”

“Good man,” said Samuel.  “Into the barrel with you, and remember, if you do a good job for the crew, when it’s over, you can have any member of the crew to do whatever you want with.”

Jerry stood up and bowed to the crew. They cheered. He slowly slid his shirt over his head… and FLUNG it at the crew. The sailors cheered once more.

He stepped out of his boots, and one at a time, KICKED THEM toward the crew. The crew cheered again.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered his leggings down…over his hips… lower and lower, until his ‘precious possessions’ were revealed in all their glory. Seven and one-half inches of thick meat.  The crew cheered even louder and there were whistles and cries of ‘shake it, Jerry.’

“All right, my fellow screw members… er I mean crew members, I have to get my body fully ready to entertain you all. As the crew watched entranced, Jerry began to jerk off. Now there were moans from the watching, horny sailors who pictured Jerry doing that to them!

As Jerry pulled his meat faster and faster, drops of pearly precum appeared. He took that precum and began to lubricate his anal opening.

Faster and faster his hands flew until…. his nectar of lust shot out of his tool, and covered his chest and abdomen. The last spurt covered his pubic bush. He took as much of it as he could and turned around, bent over and spread his cheeks so that the crew could see the entrance to his anal canal. Then with one hand he began to rub his man-seed into the opening.

Now the crew cheered so loudly it was a wonder that ‘Davy Jones’ didn’t swim up from his locker to see what all the commotion (or should I say cum-motion?) was all about.

The crew-members cheered again and whistled and stamped their feet. Someone called out, “Are you ready, Jerry?”

“Shiver me timbers, that I am. I’m ready to take you all. I wish I could take three or four of you at once, but the barrel….”

And so, young Jerry got into the barrel, and the crew got ready to ‘shove their oars in,’ so to speak, into whatever orifice would be ready to receive it.

As each one approached the barrel, Jerry would ask, “Mouth or arse?” and he would offer which ever opening the sailor would ask for.

When the entire crew had been serviced, Jerry stood up and took a bow. The cheering must have lasted a full two minutes.

“Well, Jerry, you have earned your reward. Who do you choose?” asked Sam.

With a leer in his eye, Jerry said, “I choose….”

To be contin….

No, dear readers, I am not going to leave you in suspense this time.

With a leer in his eyes, Jerry said, “I choose… Sam AND Pete. Come on you two, I want to ride you both!”

More cheering and Sam and Pete stepped forward to give Jerry whatever pleasure he might ask for.

To be continued (I mean it this time!).

To be continued...

E’s comment:  There sure were a lot of games in this chapter.  First we had Ed and Hank playing doctor, George was taking care of business, Captain Martin and First Mate Rodgers were playing hide and seek and the crew was playing ring around the barrel.  What game is Jerry going to be playing with Sam and Pete?  Only our author knows.

Posted: 05/22/09