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 Secret Memoire of Admiral Sir David Boyton.  by (c) Hamilton Joyce

   I flatter myself that the public Memoires published in three volumes by
Thomas Figge of St Pauls Yard have made my career known to many persons of
Quality in this nation.  Discretion and the prejudices of that same Quality
convinced me that it would be unwise for me to include in that work the
matters treated in this memoire: instead I intend to publish this privately
and distribute it to those who in a long life have shared with me the
pleasures of the bed.  These lovers are all of the homosexualist
persuasion. An edition of four hundred should, I calculate, be sufficient
for this purpose, and indeed leave some two dozen for those whose company
and bodies I have yet, hopefully, to enjoy in my declining years.

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   Chapter 1 : HMS Furious.

   My father was a lieutenant in HMS Bridgewater when he fell in a land
action against a Spanish fort in the Mediterranean.  I was nine years of
age and felt the loss dearly.  The naval service is such that I had seldom
seen him, of course, but that made his occasional stays in our Essex
cottage the more precious.  He had been fortunate in the way of prize
money, so poverty was not added to the loss of parent.  My mother
considered, rightly, that the great schools were hotbeds of iniquity and
revolution, so I was taught in the local dame school.  I was a poor
scholar, and spent much of the week among the creeks and estuaries of our
wild coast.  I became an accomplished boatman, and the rowing gave me a
bodily frame beyond my tender years.  I was also a good shot with my rifled
fowling-piece.

   Family tradition and my own instincts led me to hanker for a naval
career, and I started a long campaign to persuade my mother to agree. 
Understandably, having sacrificed a spouse to that cause, she was unwilling
to risk a son.  But finally she acceded, and wrote to Captain Ives of the
Furious.  Out of respect for his old colleague, my father, he agreed to
take me on as a midshipman.  I was twelve, just.

   It soon became known in the village, and the boys I ran with were
envious of my good fortune.  The vicar was asked to advise me of those
matters that in happier circumstances would have been the duty of a father.
I recall the occasion with great clarity.  The poor man was so dreadfully
embarrassed as he explained to me the Act of Kind twixt man and woman,
adding the dire warnings about disease and madness that might follow
injudicious recourse to the women of the streets.  Little did he realise
there was absolutely no danger of my succombing to the dubious allure of a
Portsmouth whore!  In any case the sexual act, at least between male and
female, was no mystery to any boy with a country upbringing.

   But he did not stop there, the good old man.

   'In the Navy, David, you may encounter men whose nature has become
warped.  They may seek to take advantage of your good looks and strong
young body.' I looked at him enquiringly, not in the least understanding
what he was about.  A drop of sweat had appeared on his upper lip, and he
looked hot and harrassed.  'I will say no more, but you must under no
circumstance allow any such man to touch you where he should not.'

   My lack of comprehension must have been obvious from my face.

   'They may seek to touch you where it is forbidden, and that will
inevitably lead to other actions, much more reprehensible.'

   'Forbidden?' I promise you, dear reader, I was not teasing that good
man: the Act of Kind between man and woman may have held no mysteries for
me, but I was wholly innocent of that between male and male.

   'Here.' He reached and grasped my penis through my light, summer
short-clothes.  'You must not let them touch you here, or they will want
more, so much more.'

   There were now several drops of sweat on his upper lip and on his brow
too.  I was embarrassed that my little cock had hardened under his grasp. I
then realised that his,too, was hard, making a sort of tent in his black
clerical skirts.  He let go of me and took a step back.  I expect he
mentally repeated the mantra, 'Get thee behind me, Satan!' The poor, good,
mistaken man!  If only he had known I was his for the taking had he dared!

   That night when I tossed myself off as normal before sleeping, I
imagined my naked cock being handled by a strong, vigorous, handsome naval
officer, and wondered what those 'other actions more sinful' might be.  I
assumed they meant his tossing me till I came, and me tossing him till he
came, probably naked in a bed.  I could think,in my innocence, of nothing
more delightful than that and I was unable to control my excitement as I
usually preferred, building, subsiding and building again, but was driven
to complete quickly.  My emission was more copious than usual, and I
resolved never, never to repulse any such masculine advances if I was
fortunate enough to receive them.

   Since I was twelve, hairless, but with a strong body becoming muscled,a
deep tan from my sailing, blue eyes and wavy blonde hair, did I but know it
such advances were inevitable.  I was soon to discover it was not necessary
to be a confirmed homosexualist to find such a boy irresistible!

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   Fortunately the Furious was at Chatham on the Thames a few days later,
an hour or two only on the London stage from Colchester.  I was lucky too
to find on the quayside a wherry which was loading victuals for her,
sparing me the trip in a voracious and piratical bum-boat: I doubt whether
at twelve and un-practised in the ways of a naval port I could have well
handled negotiations with one of those villains!

   It was love at first sight.  The frigate Furious looked splendid riding
on waters nearly blue in the summer sunshine, newly painted and with her
roaring lion figure-head.  The deck was a bustle of activity, of course,
but I managed to attract the attention of an officer to report my presence.

   'Davey Boynton, sir.  Reporting for duty.' Nervous, I was glad my new
uniform was smart and well cut.

   'I'm Jack Stanlove, first lieutenant.  Know your numbers, Davey?'

   'Oh yes, sir.'

   'Say aye, aye, Davey.'

   'Aye aye, sir.'

   'Good.  I want you to count the hogsheads as they are loaded.  Write a
'P' for salt pork and a 'B' for beef.  These shipyard rogues always try to
steal a tithe.'

   'Aye aye, sir.'

   As the work went on I was introduced to the only other midshipman, a
lugubrious and ugly man in his early forties, Oliver Ogilvy.  I was
surprised a midshipman could be so old as I had imagined it was a rank for
boy sailors.  I later learned that it was possible to be so lacking in
intellectual and moral qualities that the examination for lieutenant was
beyond his abilities, condemning him to lie amidships for ever, neither
fish nor fowl as it were.  No wonder he was so sullen and withdrawn.  I had
hoped to share my berth with one or two other lads like myself, but it was
not to be.

   However he did show me where to stow my small sea-chest, and where I
would that night sling my hammock.  I returned to counting the barrels
aboard and watching the new and fascinating bustle of a British Man o' War.

   As the wherry cast off, the first lieutenant took my list, and asked me
to accompany him to the hold where the barrels had been stowed.  We needed
a lantern in the pitch darkness.

   I now know the checking of the hold had been a mere device for Jack
Stanlove to get this pretty little boy by himself and unobserved in order
to commence his seduction.  As we peered at the blackened letters burned
into each hogshead and compared them with my list he had of necessity to
stand very cose to me holding the lantern.  Indeed our bodies often
touched, and I was aware of his hand sometimes on my shoulder, and
sometimes even cupping the cheek of my buttocks.  My white hose was of very
fine material for the summer and because I had been warned we would cruise
in tropical waters, so I expect he could feel me very clearly.  At all
events his hand continually returned to its station on my bottom, and I
thoroughly enjoyed it.  Each time he caressed me I made sure I pressed more
firmly some part of my body to his, to communicate that pleasure.  My cock
was hard now as I recalled the vicar's prophetic words.

   My list was placed on a barrel top, leaving both his hands free.  His
left rested as ever on my buttock, but with his right he felt my shoulder.

   'How old are you, Davey.'

   'Twelve, sir.  I was twelve in July.'

   'Barely twelve, then.  Yet you have a good strong body.' He gripped my
biceps, and then held my thigh.'

   'I was raised by the Essex Ouse, and was often in boats sailing and
rowing.'

   'You will do well then, Davey.  And strong here, too I wager!' His hand
grasping my thigh moved those few inches north and gripped my firm little
cock.  I pressed my thigh harder against him, my heart beating with
excitement.  I wondered if he could feel my cock twitching.  'My word yes.
A gallant young officer indeed!'

   'The vicar told me never to let a man touch me there, or worse would
entail.' I was flirting dreadfully, even rubbing my thigh against his.

   'And did he tell you what that worse was?'

   'No.  I asked him but he refused.'

   'Do you still want to know?'

   'Oh yes.  I've wondered....'

   He laughed, and took my hand to place it on his private parts.  I could
feel him hard, just as I was.  I wanted this moment to last for ever, the
tight feeling in my chest that always accompanies the approach of a new
lover.  'Then I shall show you, but in the comfort of my own cabin, if
indeed it merits the description.  I shall place you on the second watch
with me, and after that you will come to my cabin for a couple of hours to
learn the pleasures that man and boy may take together.  Now we must return
to our stations.  I fear our excited state will be obvious to any close
observer on deck, but I think mine will not be the only cock hardened by
your presence there, so little harm in that.'

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   The Furious left with the tide early evening and we were well out into
the Thames estuary by the time my watch was called in the early hours of
the morning.  I had slept fitfully, excited by the new environment with its
strange smells, noises and the ever-present rise and fall of the ship in
the slight swell.  We were sailing with the tide and with wind astern so
only a few hands were needed this watch.  Jack Stanlove was restrained in
his converse with me, limiting to the necessary commands for a look-out,
careful not to do anything out-of-place that might hint at the activities
he had planned for later that night.  As he passed me on the quarter-deck,
however, he took advantage of the intermittent pools of dark shadow to
squeeze a buttock as he passed, once even feeling my crotch, to discover
again that cock which had been hard off-and-on these many hours.

   The hours of the watch dragged, but eventually our four hours were up,
and the bell summoned our relief.  I gave him five minutes, and followed
him down to his cabin, knocking gently.

   He opened it, wearing only his white small clothes.  My heart leapt at
the sight of those broad naked shoulders, barrel chest with its golden
hairs, the flat belly, the long, sturdy legs, golden too.  His arse looked
tiny, under the white shorts, in contrast with those heavy arms and
shoulders, but I could not fail to notice that he, like me, had a tent in
such clothing as he still wore.  My heart beat so loud I thought he must
hear as he let me in, past him.  The door closed, and I heard him fasten
it. I turned and was even more astounded by his next action.

   He Kissed me!  He took me in his arms and I knew my first lover's kiss.
I knew men and women kissed, and found the idea repulsive, but had no
conception that such an embrace could exist between man and boy.  It was
good, his open lips on mine, his tongue slipping into my mouth.  I felt
myself melting against him, my cock involuntarily rubbing against his.  I
was learning fast, and slipped my tongue into his mouth.  Just as he was
caressing my buttocks through my thin hose, so I caressed his, so firm and
muscular.

   'Naked, Davey.  Naked!' His fingers were picking at the buttons on my
navy-blue jacket.  I kicked off my shoes and stripped jacket and shirt.  He
was naked now, cock standing amid golden-blonde curls, and I pulled my hose
down and off, until I too was naked.  Another embrace, another kiss, his
hand on my cock, mine on his, impressed by the difference in length and
circomference between our two weapons.  I hoped he would not mind mine
being so much smaller, but was oh-so-glad at the size of his manhood.

   'Bed, Davey.  Bed!'

   He picked me up as light as a feather and placed me on the little cot
that served as his bed.

   Can you remember, reader and friend, the first time you lay your
youthful body alongside that of a man, naked and eager?  Can you recall the
excitement and wonder of those first minutes?  Do you recollect the feel of
his furry frame against your own boyish smoothness, the feel of his hard
cock against your smooth thighs?  I certainly do, and indeed my now aged
body responds to that delightful recollection with an erection that would
not have shamed that twelve-year-old middy so many years ago.  For, erect
my little cock was, and involuntarily pushing and rubbing agaist his belly
as if seeking entrance while we played the game of lips and tongues in an
ecstasy of new-learned desire.

   I was momentarily crest-fallen when he broke from my feverish embrace
and turned me on my back.  But then I felt his tongue licking along my
shoulder blades and so down over my chest to circle first one nipple and
then the other.  The point of his tongue taught that young lad another of
the places in his body where sensual pleasure could be got.  My nipples
hardened, and I felt his lips close on one, gently pulling at it.  The
feeling communicated itself direct to my bottom, deep inside, and from
there to my little cock.  I wriggled, offering my other nipple to his
teasing lips.  But his questing mouth moved south now, planting little
pecked kisses on my chest, and on my belly.  He caressed my thighs with one
hand, gently holding my cock and balls entire in the other, while his
tongue traced the circle of my belly button.  South again now, and I felt
his bristle-chin on the tender inside of my thighs, there where the skin is
white and softest, protected from the tanning of the summer sun.

   He caressed my belly with one hand and gently tweaked a nipple with the
other.  I felt the tip of his tongue tickle my hairless balls, and I
remember giggling.  He laughed too, and in that instant I felt his lips
close over my knob.  The sensation was wonderful, as you, dear friend and
reader will remember from the first time a teacher, vicar, or foreman at
work closed his lips on your tender young cock.  These were those 'other
actions' which the vicar had so darkly hinted at.  But it became better
yet, as you will guess.  Warm wetness enveloped my cock as he took the
whole shaft into his mouth.  I could feel his tongue fluttering up and down
the front of it as he sucked.  His hands slipped under me, holding my
buttocks as his head bobbed up and down.  I recall holding his head in both
hands, long silken hair slipping through my fingers with his movement.  I
was bucking up and down now in rhythm with his sucking, and felt the orgasm
rising.  I tried to remove my cock from his mouth, knowing that I would
produce at least my usual little spurt of juice.  Then I realised to my
amazement that he actually wanted to receive my juice in his mouth, as he
tightened his grip on my buttocks and pulled me into him.

   I spurted in his mouth, and as my twitching cock became still, it
slipped from his mouth.  We lay side-by-side again, caressing each other,
hands learning the contours of unfamiliar flesh.  Finally we kissed, and I
tasted my boy-juice in his mouth.

   'That was good, Davey.'

   'It was Jack.  So much better than...'

   'Than tossing yourself off?'

   'Yes.  Shall I?'

   'If you wish, Davey.'

   His skin was salty as I licked his chest.  His nipples little, hard
nail-heads in the golden mat of his chest hair.  He groaned as I nibbled
them, and I now knew the feelings in his arse and cock I was engendering. I
explored his body with my hands, my lips, my tongue, as he had mine.  I
cupped his balls in both hands and felt their weight.  Inches from my face
his cock seemed huge to that young lad, twice my own length and girth.  A
clear liquid was oozing from it's eye (mine was not yet doing that however
excited it became).  I was suddenly frightened he would come before I had
tasted him and I would be denied the pleasure I had minutes ago first
learned about.  I fitted my lips round the slippery knob, red and enraged
as it was, and was rewarded by an upward heave of his strong hips, and a
groan.  His hands holding my head forced me down on him so more of his cock
entered my mouth.  It was too long for me and I gagged.  I held it round
the shaft with one hand, still cupping and tickling his balls with the
other.  Like this I was able to accommodate him in my young mouth.

   I was amused that his balls, and again they seemed huge to me, went from
hanging loose and red in their sack to wrinkled and tight, just as my own
did when I touched and tickled them with the tips of my fingers.  He was
fucking me in my mouth now, his hips bucking and rearing like a ship in a
stormy sea.  Amid his groans I could hear whispered endearments and I was
proud and excited he found me so sexually accomplished.  Around me there
were the noises of the ship's creaking the sea crashing as she ran before a
brisk wind.  Occasionally commands were shouted, reminding us of the need
to whisper if we were not to be discovered in our pleasures.

   Completely without warning he came, my mouth filling with his thick,
slippery seed.  I gagged for a moment, astounded by the copiousness of his
emission, but managed to swallow and accommodate the second and third
spurts.

   After he had done, I just wanted to lay with him and enjoy the nearness
of his body.  But as was to become his unvarying habit, as soon as he had
spent he rose from his cot.

   'Better go to your berth now, Davey.  But that was good, eh?

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   Throughout the time we were shipmates and until he became a Captain
himself, some two years, Jack Stanlove so arranged our watches that we
could meet in his cabin three nights a week and we had that same mutual
fellation each time.  Yet I never quite experienced the wonder and delight
of that first encounter.  Which is probably why I was always on the
look-out for new partners, new cocks.

   As a midshipman I was expected to study for the examination for
lieutenant, and it was my habit in fine weather to take my Seamanship
Manual to the crowsnest at the top of the mainmast.  I had soon become a
good topsman with no fear of heights, and the foretop was a quiet place to
study far above the bustle and activity of the deck.

   We were about a week out from The Thames, and approaching tropical
waters, and I remember I had removed my jacket and shirt to enjoy the early
morning sun.  I was deep in the mysteries of reckoning a ship's speed when
I saw out of the corner of my eye the bulky figure of Mr Slocum, Sailing
Master, lumbering painfully uo the rope ladder towards my station.  This
was, to say the least, unusual.  No topsman he, at least not nowadays.  The
Sailing Master, like the Ship's Surgeon, was a private individual, subject
of course to King's Regulations and the authority of Captain Ives, but not
like me a Naval Officer (or not quite yet in my case!).  I liked Mr Slocum,
with his slow West Country voice and manner.  He was no country bumkin, but
a clever man taken on to advise the Captain in matters of seamanship.  He
had taken a liking to me, and gave me improptu lessons on the quarterdeck
when the service permitted.

   I put my book down and held out my hand to help him through the 'lubbers
hole' into the crowsnest.  Foretopsmen, as I prided myself I was already
becoming, would vault over the side, but he was puffing, winded by the
climb, as he levered himself in.  He did not let go of my hand as he sat
beside me, which I thought odd.

   We exchanged some inconsequential remarks about the weather and the
sailing conditions before he came to the point.

   'Chiquita is very taken with you, Davey.  You have made a real
impression on her.'

   It is not commonly known outside the Service that there are indeed women
aboard His Majesty's Men O War.  In port, of course they arrive by the
boatload, Portsmouth or Plymouth whores, and indeed the lower decks would
shame a Roman Orgy with sometimes a hundred or more naked and fucking in
those cramped quarters.  But we are talking wives here, not whores.  In
order to get and retain skilled men, Captains would permit some to bring
their wives with them.  So the Furious had the Master Gunner's wife, a
great fat baggage of a woman, and Mr Slocum had his 'wife' Chiquita.  I use
the word 'wife' loosely as it was not altogether clear whether they were
married.  Apparently he had purchased her from a slave-dealer in Havana a
year before, and whether she was his slave or a free woman was also
unclear.

   What was clear was that for men with the inclination towards women she
was not without attractions.  Now we were approaching tropical waters she
had taken to wearing a thin, clinging grey dress, through which her hard
little breasts and erect nipples could be easily guessed at.  It was short,
too, showing much of her long, brown legs.  She was probably about my age,
and had that fineness of skin and feature that one so often finds in
half-castes.  (I love that in a man!) It amused me to watch the seamen
follow her with their eyes, looking at her out of the side of eyes full of
lechery, the same look I saw so often when I met their gaze ogling me.

   Mr Slocum placed his hand on my knee, decntly covered in white hose. 
'Yes, my Chiquita is quite struck by you, Davey.'

   I looked at him enquiring.  Where was this leading, I wondered.

   'The long and the short of it is she desires you.  Carnally.  Yes, quite
desires you.  And I can refuse the girl nothing.  She wishes you to share
our bed, Davey.  What say you?' The hand had moved up my thigh an inch or
two, and was gripping perilously near to the indecent approach of which the
vicar had warned me.  I expect my bare, tanned chest was having its effect
on him, as he had that drop of sweat on the upper lip, that look of lust in
his eye, and his hand gripped tighter.  I could see the tent of desire in
his crotch.  This was no surprise to me, as Jack Stanlove had already
taught me the desire that can exist between man and boy, and his attentions
to me in the matter of teaching me began to take on a new significance. 
You must remember I liked the man!

   'Let us be honest, Mr Slocum.  It is you yourself who is taken with me,
who desires me carnally.' Sweat now on his brow!  'I would not want your
Chiquita, though the men say she is pretty.  No, women have no hold over me
compared to that of a handsome man.' I reached and placed my hand over his
cock, feeling it hard under the blue calico.  'If you want me, you just
have to ask.'

   Horace Slocum must once have been a fine figure of a man.  He still had
broad shoulders and strong arms, but in middle age weight had slipped down
to his waist.  He was still handsome though, and had a pleasing
personality. I wanted to oblige him.

   'Oh, sweet boy.  How I want you.' His hand moved to grope my cock, and
his free hand covered mine.  pressing it harder agaist his erection.  I was
hard, too, and had been since the instant I caressed him.  Our naval
uniforms in those days had a sensible flap at the front to facilitate
relieving oneself, but useful also in moments such as this.  He was
fumbling with the ties, and finally it dropped open, allowing my little
prick to pop out.  I reciprocated, unlacing him.  His cock was bigger than
Jack's, and therefor the largest erect penis I had yet seen.  It was also
the cock of an older man, veiny and knobbly, having doubtless seen much
service in the act of kind.  I grasped it, unable to close my hand around
its girth, but I held it while he gently stroked mine.

   I knew what would come next, and he leaned over me to take my cock in
his mouth.  Jack had emptied me the night before, but I knew there would be
more spunk: I always tossed myself off on the days Jack did not have me.  I
stroked his cock as he sucked on mine, with more skill and delicacy, more
considering my pleasure I thought than my regular lover.  I was not long
coming, and he swallowed my seed.

   'Now me.'

   'Oh, my sweet boy.'

   He felt and caressed my shoulders and back as I sucked at him.  I felt
his fingers comb through my hair and stroke the fine hairs on the back of
my neck.  His cock felt different than Jack's in my mouth, larger for one
thing, and my tongue sought out the veins at the front of it: his groans
told of the pleasure for him in my tongue flickering up and down there. 
Finally he held my head in both hands, and I knew he would come.  His cock
swelled even larger it seemed, twitched, and then the most copious flow
filled my mouth.  I swallowed, but there was more, and more.  Some leaked
through my lips, past that shaft, but finally the cock was quiet again. 
His spunk was silky and warm like Jack's, and just as salt.  In fact all
the mariners I tasted had salt cum.  I assume because of the quantities of
salt beef and salt pork we consumed.

   In the barrel of the crowsnest our heads were below the rim as we sat
together, and it was safe for me to kiss him.  I gave him a long, lover's
kiss.  'Thank you, Mr Slocum.  That was delightful.' I licked the dribble
of cum from my chin.

   He seemed dumbstruck 'Oh, my sweet boy, Davey.'

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   And so it started.  As well as my thrice-weekly bed-wrestling with the
First Lieutenant, I had a string of sailors in my crowsnest hideaway.  It
was a fortunate situation for a boy of my inclinations, as all sailors have
good bodies.  The hard manual work and simple food ensured that.  I avoided
those I suspected of disease, courtesy of the port whores, but was happy to
find pleasure with any of the others who fancied some boy-meat!  I imagine
over the next month some twenty of the crew took their turn with me, some
of them doubtless thinking of Chiquita as I sucked them, but equally some
of them enjoying my young body for what it was.

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   Most Naval Officers have a hobby to fill the hours of long voyages.  I
have known botanists, bird-watchers, model-makers, students of microscopy,
even poets.  captain Ives' passion was for mathematics, the basis of all
science and the key to the mysteries of God's Creation, as he claimed. 
While Mr Slocum coached me in seamanship, Captain Ives took me in hand with
a daily hour of mathematical teaching, as the service permitted.  I
imagined he did this out of duty to the Service (mathematics are essential
to the calculation of a ship's position, to gunnery, and in many other
ways, and are a requirement for promotion to lieutenant), and also out of
loyalty to his old friend, my deceased father.

   Often these lessons were on the quarter-deck, but in foul weather and
more recently in the heat of the tropics, we would retire to his cabin with
its huge mahogany table.  It became clear in the second month of these
sessions that his interest in me was not merely professional or familiar.
Some time later his journals came into my possession in circumstances I
shall explain in due course.  The parts of of the daily entries of interest
to us here were encoded, but knowing his interest in mathematics it did not
take long for me to discover the basis of the simple system of
transcription.  Its key was the value of pye, 3.142 etc.  So we will let
him tell this part of my story in his own words.

   "July20th.  The new midshipman David Boyton reminds me very much of his
father.  He has the same good looks and cheerful disposition that so
enlivened the years we were shipmates."

   "July 26th.  I spoke for several minutes with Davey Boyton, midshipman.
He is eager to learn seamanship and to progress in his naval career.  Mr
Slocum is the very best master he could have in these matters, and the
first lieutenant fully understands his responsibilities in bringing out
those leadership virtues that need to be nurtured in a budding officer. 
For my part I have undertaken to develop his mathematical knowledge, which
is currently woeful."

   "August 14th.  With the pleasant weather in these latitudes I have taken
to coaching the boy Davey al fresco, on the quarterdeck.  He learns
quickly."

   "August 20th.  I have permitted the boy Davey to dispense with his
uniform for our lessons.  It is perhaps not conducive to good discipline in
the presence of his Captain, but I recognised the difficulty of
concentrating in the heat as we are now in tropical waters.  And, to be
honest with myself, I enjoy looking at his bare torso, tanned now, smooth
and hairless.  He reminds me so much of his father when we first met, with
the same boyish smile and the fine golden hairs at the nape of the neck
that I loved so much when we...  But I must not think in those terms: that
way lies great danger.  But great pleasure too?"

   "August 22nd.  Some of the lower deck have spoken with Mr Stanlove and
asked whether a sea-water shower might be rigged to relieve the heat and
consequent skin complaints that have been spreading as usual.  Mr Stanlove
recommended it to me, and it was set up.  To encourage the men he and I
were the first to use it, the cook having magicked up a sort of salt-water
soap from the fats and oils in his galley.  I must admit it was a delight
to feel the cold water coursing down an over-heated body, and the three men
on the pumps worked hard, amused by their normally so-dignified officers in
this public enjoyment.  But my delight was redoubled when, after the
officers the midshipmen frolicked in the torrent.  My delight was not with
that dull old stick Ogilvy who would not have tempted even the most
hardened reprobate.  But Davey naked would have tempted a saint: I was not
the only one who felt his cock harden at the sight, and I was forced to
cover up with my uniform hose, and quickly too.  A group of seamen,
supposedly waiting their turn, watched him, and were strangely silent as
they did so.  I knew what thoughts were going through their minds: I shared
them."

   "August 24th.  The last two nights I have scarcely slept thinking of
that boy with his golden hair and that pretty little triangle of golden
curls on his otherwise hairless body.  His chest and legs tanned a golden
brown, and his belly and sweet, firm buttocks a delicious white.  And that
pretty little cock: how I wanted to see it in erection!  I have allowed
myself to remember what his father and I got up to in the midshipman's
berth of the old Boadecia, and later as lieutenants in the Warrior.  I
wonder if we would still take that pleasure in each others' bodies now we
are old and grey, if he had not been taken from me by a Spanish musket
ball. I suspect we would, as my lust for him was not just for his hard
young body, but a real love for his noble spirit, and I pride myself that
his buggering me was but the physical manifestation of a spiritual love.  I
know I felt the most sublime tenderness as in my passion I slid my own cock
into his welcoming bum.  Ah!  Happy days.  But the memory, intermingled
with images of Davey's naked body was disturbing to my established routine
of celibacy, and I was forced to relieve myself using Mrs Palm and her five
little daughters.

   "August 26th.  It is not getting better: I am obsessed by the boy, and
continually go out of my way to catch a glimpse of his young body and happy
face.  I must be careful or it will be noticed by the crew.  Many eyes
follow the boy around the vessel!

   "August 27th.  With the increasing heat of the sun I have decided our
mathematical sessions will be held in the comparative cool of my great
cabin.  Jessop, my servant, has strict orders never to disturb us.  I know
I am planning Davey's seduction, or at least removing obstacles to its
achievement.  And yet I hesitate.  Oh that the Almighty had not set his
canon against love twixt man and boy!

   "August 28th.  In the cabin I placed my arm around his shoulder and
rested my hand on his thigh as I explained a Euclid theorem to him.  That
night I again was forced to relieve myself in abuse of my body."

   "September 1st.  It now seems perfectly natural and habitual that I
should hold him close, arm round shoulder and hand on thigh as I teach him,
the book and papers on the table in front of us.  He is making great
progress with his algebra, Euclid, and even with Napiers Bones.  And I too
am making progress; the decision is made.  I cannot go on like this with
sleepless nights: I have to seduce the boy.  Tomorrow, then, is the day.

   "September 2nd.  The deed is done, if indeed it is a sin, then I am
damned!  But I shall sleep tonight and refuse to repent such a sublime
outcome.  And I am convinced I have done the boy no harm.  Quite the
opposite in fact.  This time, instead of placing my hand on his thigh I let
it rest upon his crotch, and was satisfied to feel that delightful hidden
member stiffen under the weight of my palm.  As I had permitted, indeed
insisted, for lessons he was wearing informal, light clothing rather than
the heavy uniform more conventional for duty and especially for meetings
with a Senior Officer.There was no shocked reaction, merely a satisfied
sigh and a motion as his legs parted oh-so-slightly.  I was emboldened.

   'We were shipmates, your father and myself, Davey.  shared the same
midshipman's berth in the old Boudecia.'

   'I wish I had a boy my own age to share a berth with.'

   'It must be a bore that old stick Ogilvy.  Nothing to excite a boy
there.'

   'Was my father exciting then?'

   'Lord Save us yes!  He was just as good looking as you, and we had such
fun together.'

   'Fun?'

   'Can you keep a secret Davey?' His cock was really hard under my grasp
now, and I took his hand and placed it over my own groin.  'Well, it is a
secret, because we used to lay together.'

   '??'

   'I mean we would lay together naked, and caress.'

   'I think I'd like that, sir.  I mean if I shared with a boy my own
age.'He was lightly rubbing my Staff through my hose.

   'What about an old curmudgeon like myself, Davey?'

   'I don't think of you as old, sir.  And you have a body as fit as any
landlubber of twenty.  I think I'd like that, too, sir.

   'Then we shall, Davey, we shall.' "I could scarcely believe it: I
started to unbutton my jacket, and in the same instant he was untying the
cords around his waist and dropping his shorts.  He wore no small clothes
and there was that pretty little cock that had so entranced me as it had
hung,arking down elegant and defenceless as the cold water sluiced over
him. Only now it stood, proud and ready: I would not say manly as it was
small even in erection, as is natural and desirable in a boy so young.  I
hastened to remove my own hose as he stripped his shirt to stand naked
before me except for his silver-buckled shoes.  I once saw a statue, in
Venice I think it was, attributed to Michaelangelo, his David.  As Davey
kicked off his shoes and stood naked before me I was reminded of that image
which indeed haunted my dreams for many months after I studied it in awe.
If the great artist had carved his boy with a stiff cock, this could have
been him, an image at once of innocence and sexuality, the forbidden object
of masculine desire, the immortal youth whose body promised ecstasy!

   "I could have gone on my knees before him to take that lovely white
shaft with its pink helmet into my mouth, the Captain willingly kneeling in
worship of the Middy!  But instead, as he took the slightest of steps
towards me, as if encouraging me, I took him in my arms, lifted him as easy
as a feather till his face was close to mine, and kissed him on his lips.
Some girl, or perhaps boy, had been teaching him for immediately his tongue
was between my open lips and probing into my mouth.  I felt his cock
pressing against my lower chest.  Still kissing, I carried him to my cot,
hidden behind the curtain, and laid him upon it.  His eyes sparkled and he
smiled that boyish smile, less innocent now in this position of sexual
compliance.  He extended his arms upwards, inviting my renewed embrace as I
lay beside him.

   "How long we lay together kissing and whispering, caressing and learning
the feel and contours of each other's body, I know not.  I felt his hand
stroking and gripping my cock, and needed all my self-control not to come
in those delicious moments.

   'You are so large, sir,'

   'Delightful boy.  Such smooth skin.  such firm buttocks.  You lovely,
lovely boy.'

   'I love the feel of your chest hair, sir, as I comb my fingers through
it.  May I kiss you there, sir?' His pointed tongue traced where his
fingers had been, and he laid his cheek on my bosom.  Then I felt his lips
on my nipple as he teased it into erection: now the other one.  I was
leaking that thin seed that is the precurser of the thicker creamy
emission, and he was stroking my cock, slick with the juice.  His lips
moved down over the hair of my belly, and he planted a kiss on the very tip
of my cock.  I thought to myself that I hoped he would not mind the sticky
juice flowing.  Clearly he did not, as there was another kiss on the eye of
my prick.

   'Shall I toss you, sir?  I'd like that.'

   "The innocent lad.  He could imagine no other act than mutual
masturbation!  Well I had other matters to teach him than Euclid's
theorems!

   'I shall show you better things than that boy.  I shall show you love
between man and man.' For some reason I still hesitated to use the phrase
'between man and boy' even to myself, some residual conscience I imagine.
But I was being driven completely by my lust for this smooth, slender boy.
I turned him on his belly and exposed those so-deirable cheeks to my gaze:
and to my exploring fingers that stroked and kneaded their firm flesh.  I
parted the buttocks, and there was the object of masculine desire, that
pretty little pink rose, puckered and tight in this virgin boy.  I kneeled
forward and planted a kiss there, right on that centre of his being.  I
felt him flinch, but believe it was in surprise rather than horror of fear,
as instantly his hips rose, parting the cheeks more openly still,
facillitating my exploration of his anus.  I licked around it with the tip
of my tongue.  He giggled.

   'That tickles.' I noticed he had dropped the conventional 'sir' now we
were engaged in this intimacy.

   'Nice, though, Davey?'

   'Mmmm.'

   'We call it tipping the velvet.  All men love it, and boys too.' I
returned to my pleasant duty, kissing and licking his secret rose, slipping
my pointed toungue in and out, stretching it very slightly, in fact
preparing it for more strenuous duties.

   'That's lovely, sir.  I never knew...  Sir, will you kiss my cocky?'

   I was amazed.  Had he thought of this himeself, or had some rough
matelot already seduced him.  I remembered his light kisses on my own
helmet, and decided he had probably invented the idea himself: it is, after
all, such a natural practice between male lovers.

   I had secreted a small phial of olive oil under my cot in readiness for
this moment.  I reached for it, uncorked it, and spilt a few drops into the
white, entrancing crease.

   'I know something much better, Davey.'

   "My heart pounded and my cock twitched.  The excitement was almost too
much to bear: this was only the second arse I had played with, and he was
so very like his father, the first.  Gone were all my religious
reservations, and I was sure I could teach him to enjoy being buggered as
much as his father had, and indeed I had when the senior David Boynton used
to bugger mine in the warm secrecy of our midshipman's berth.  The comfort
was greater here, in the cool darkness of my sleeping cot.  His anus felt
warm to my touch, stimulated perhaps by the teasing of my lips and tongue.
I stroked the slippery oil up and down his crease, each time exerting
slightly more pressure with my index finger as it passed over his
arsehole.He started raising his hips slightly with each pass, showing me he
was indeed expeiencing pleasure.  So I took the next step and slipped my
finger into him as far as the first joint.  I felt his arsehole close on it
with a convulsive movement, but that passed and he relaxed again.  We were
silent, both lost in our individual pleasures and hopes.

   "I knew what I was looking for despite my comparative inexperience.  The
discovery by myself and the senior Boyton of that secret place had been one
of the moments of our young lives.  My probing finger found it and pressed
and massaged, rewarded by a groan of pleasure.  I lay alongside the boy
now, stroking his smooth back and shoulders, scarcely muscular as yet, and
finger fucked him gently, seeking to maximise his pleasure.  As I felt his
body and especially his anus relax, trusting me, I deemed it time to
stretch him further, to prepare him to receive my cock: I slipped a second,
and then a third finger up him.

   'Is that nice Davey?'

   'I think I shall come.'

   'Then you are ready!'

   "The oil was warm and slippery, and I had used great quantities, so
there was no need to annoint my cock.  He protested mildly when I removed
my fingers, raising his buttocks, demanding more.  I knelt between his open
legs, parted those firm young cheeks, and placed my cock precisely over his
hole.  A light pressure and with a slight resistance my raging knob was in
him.  His squeal was muffled by the pillow, thank god, or the whole ship
would have known I had conquered the boy's virginity!  He flinched away,
but remembering my own first time I persisted with a steady pressure until
I was fully embedded, my thighs touching his buttocks, which felt cool
compared to my flaming body.  I rested a moment.

   'It will pass, Davey, and then be good again.  Be brave, boy.'

   "I stroked his buttocks to calm him, but held him in place with the
weight of my body.  Then I felt the tension leave his anus, and it was ripe
now for fucking.  I started with long slow sweeps of my cock, as a rower
would manage his oars with a long day's journey in front of him.  I tried
to envisage that secret place, the seat of our pleasures in buggery, and
sought to ensure my cock was pressing it with every thrust.  My reward for
this diligence was tiny moans of pleasure, his anus completely relaxed, and
his buttocks rising so slightly to meet each downthrust.  time then to
quicken the pace, forgetting his pleasure and seeking mine!

   " I was fucking him hard and fast now, not surprised that this young
body could accomodate my adult cock and vigour, because my reading among
obscure Latin and Greek authors had told me that boys were well able to
enjoy the attentions of grown men.  My passion rose, and finally, my lips
glued to the nape of his neck, lovely with its fine hairs, I came within
him, pumping my spunk deep inside him with an orgasm greater than any
before or after.

   "I lay with my cock throbbing and twitching , deep embedded, and feeling
an immense satisfaction and completion.  I had taken the first step to
laying my demons, admitting to myself my need for boy-flesh, for boy-love.

   'That was nice, sir.  I nearly came.'

   'Nearly, Davey?  We must correct that!'

   "I turned him on his back, and sure enough his little soldier was at
attention.  Without preamble I laid my cheek on his thigh and swallowed his
knob.  I stroked his hairless belly with one hand and cupped his small,
naked stones with the other.  I slipped his shaft fully into my mouth, my
nose nestling in those pretty golden hairs, that triangle of boyish beauty.
I had scarcely started to suck when I felt him spurt, warm and slippery in
my mouth.  I swallowed and lay there, my satisfaction all the greater for
having also received his juice.

   .................................................................

   Captain Ives' journals record in coded form all our many moments of
passion over the succeeding months.  My mathematics lessons continued, and
I became quite expert even in the remoter reaches of that system.  He
started to teach me Latin and Greek as well, and I found I also had an
aptitude for those studies.  But my main delight was in being buggered by
him.  Occasionally he would ask me to fuck him, but I was still too small
to afford him much satisfaction, so our habit became for him to fuck me,
and if I did not come (and I often did) then he would pleasure me with his
mouth.

   It was about a year into our voyage, patrolling in the Caribbean Seas,
when a change came, improving my sexual life.

   We had been seeking a French privateer which had been raiding our trade
in the West Indies.  We had come up with her several times, but she was
faster than our frigate and always eluded us.  Finally fortune favoured us,
and a lucky shot from our bow chaser severed a vital stay on her foremast,
and it fell.  She was ours.  I was in my station among the rigging armed
with my rifled piece, but there was no call for it as she struck her
colours immediately.  But then, treachorously, one of their officers turned
a swivel gun on us and loosed a shot.  I had the satisfaction of killing
the villain with an aimed bullet to the head, but his damage was done.  The
shot splintered our wheel, missing all on the quarterdeck.  But a great
sharp splinter flew and caught poor Ogilvy in the chest.  He died in agony
a day later having endured the surgeon's knife before.

   The midshipman replacement was the son of a sugar-planter who had
befriended Captain Ives.  This plantation owner had many sons, as is their
wont, but Julius Tremayne was among his favourites, and captain Ives agreed
to take him on.  You could see that Julius' mother must have been a slave,
as his half-cast complexion belied his stout Cornish name!  But he was
beautiful (as I imagine his mother would have been.)

   'There, Davey, a companion of your own age, just as your father and I
were.  Don't let him wear you out!' Captain Ives laughed, as did I,
recalling the conversation that immediately preceded my seduction by him.

   Since we were in port, Kingston Jamaica, and there was only fresh water
and fruits to load there was little work that first day for midshipmen, and
I was able to get to know Julius a bit and make him feel more at ease in
this strange world of wood and rope.  He was younger than me, the same age
as I had been when I joined the Furious, twelve being the ideal age to
start 'learning the ropes', and a few other things as well!  And he was a
very attractive boy.  I have told he was half-cast, but I imagine his
mother was half-cast as well, giving him that wonderful skin colour and
texture that such boys can have.  In the plantations of the Southern States
of America they call that "High Yellow", "High Yallah" in their dialect,
and any young girl who has precisely that complexion is assured a life of
ease from even before the age of puberty, earning her keep on her back in
the service of the owner or his factor.  Boys of that beauty, too, I
imagine, though such affaires are of necessity less spoken of.

   I went shirtless since we were in port and I was not on watch, and
encouraged him too to divest himself of his smart new jacket.  He had a
chest broader than mine would have been at twelve, but still the
musculature of a young boy.  His chest was hairless, of course, and that
beautiful golden brown.  I longed to caress him, but would have to awaita
more secret and suitable occasion to find the depth of his sexual
experience, and if necessary seduce him of his virginity.

   That night I was on watch with Jack, and we had our customary bout of
fellatio (I was learning Latin as you see!), so I was drained and in no
state to attempt a new conquest when I retired to my hammock.

   Julius was already in his, and although I pretended to assume he was
asleep, I could hear the rustling of cloth indicative of masturbation.  He
was quietly tossing himself off, and I found that very encouraging as I
dropped off to sleep.

   ..............................................................

   The next day was busy, and we sailed with the tide early evening.  My
watch was in the small hours of the morning and Julius woke me as he
stumbled unused to clambering into his hammock in the pitch darkness.  I
gave him a few minutes until I heard again that same rustling sound of a
young boy tossing off.  Captain Ives had been too busy with the formalities
of leaving port to give me my daily lesson (in the arse), so I was full of
spunk and randy as only a young, fit lad can be.  I dropped noiselessly to
the floor, and over to my shipmate's hammock.  I reached through the
darkness, and unerringly my hand fell on fist and cock.

   'Let me, Julius.  It's better, and I like it.'

   His hand dropped away leaving his prick to me.  I gave it a couple of
rubs, and then leaned over to take his knob in my mouth.  I felt him start
in surprise, but then relax as I swallowed his whole shaft.  Used to
sucking Jack off it seemed very small, but if anything I enjoyed that the
more, as there was more room for my tongue to work on it as I bobbed up and
down.  He groaned, and I knew it would be soon.  There was not much seed,
but it was warm and slippery, and I was pleased.  I had been tossing myself
while I sucked, and the taste in my mouth made me come in my turn,
splattering onto the planked deck.

   'Was that good?'

   'Oh yes, Davey.'

   'I'm on watch soon, so I'd better get some more sleep.  I'll show you
some other games tomorrow.'

   ...............................................................

   It was the hurricane season, and the next day we caught the edge of the
storm that had been brewing for a week.  There was no peril, but the rain
lashed, and the ship ran before the wind.  It was two little drowned rats
who made their way to their quarters mid-afternoon.  Normally I would have
allowed my clothes to dry on me, more effective in foul weather, but the
opportunity was too good to miss so I stripped off my uniform and stood
chatting, naked.  Julius was looking at me, and I saw a sudden decision in
his eyes as, in turn, he removed his jacket and shirt, then the hose, his
shoes, and finally his small clothes.  He too stood naked, and was the most
beautiful boy I have ever seen, among hundreds, perhaps thousands of naked
bodies I have admired.

   I went to my seachest and pulled out my blanket, unused these months in
the tropics.  I spread it on the deck.

   It is, dear friend and reader, the purest self-indulgence but I intend
to remind myself of his sweet body by writing in detail my impressions that
first joyful occasion.  It will also, as you may imagine, spur my penis
into the active state that will be needed shortly when my manservant
announces the arrival of today's young boy (a paid whore, I fear!)

   Let me describe this angel who was to make my final months in the
Furious such a delight.  He was about my height, which made him tall for
his twelve years, and had not yet lost all of that chubby childishness that
teenage boys soon replace with leaner muscles.  But the transformation from
child to man had started, and his arse was firm and small, with just a hint
of feminine roundness, while his belly was flat and looked hard.  Later
that day, when I parted those pretty, still-rounded cheeks, I found his
tight little anus like a pretty rose, darker in hue than the surrounding
flesh.  His shoulders had started to muscle, though his arms and legs were
still slender.  From his mother he had got crinkly black, negroid hair, the
same that was just beginning around the stem of his cock, little crispy
springs of fine hair there.  His skin was that lovely golden hue I have
described earlier, and seen from the front only the shaft of his cock,
hanging in a graceful little arc, and the two tiny nipples were at all
darker.  His balls were small, hairless, tight in their sack, and that same
delightful golden colour.

   He stood, weight shifting from one foot to the other, nervous, wanting
and not daring to ask.

   I needed no more prompting and took him in my arms, one hand on his
buttocks, the other at his neck.  He had both arms round my neck as we
kissed for the first time.  I stroked his arse, and his arms mimicked mine,
one hand stroking my bottom, the other feeling my back.  I felt the
unfamiliar crisp hair on his head and I slipped my tongue into his mouth,as
Jack had taught me to: Julius' immediately invaded mine.

   'More of that last night?'

   'Yes, please, Davey.'

   We lay on my blanket and I explored his body with my lips.  His neck was
salty, and his chest, but it was at his nipples I first lingered.  Each
hardened to a little point as I licked and nibbled, turn and turn about. 
He held my head in both hands as I caressed his body, and I suddenly
realised that the feel of my long, wavy blonde hair between his fingers was
as strange and exciting to him as had been his wiry curls under my palms. I
found this idea sexually stimulating and soon wanted his cock again.  I
moved my open lips down towards his belly, and he groaned as I circled his
navel with the tip of my tongue.  He was forcing my head south now, with
the light pressure of his hands in my hair, and I nuzzled his hard cock.

   'Please, Davey, Like last night.  I've been thinking about it all day.'

   'I guessed from this!' I kissed his shaft just below the knob, at the
front where it is most sensitive.  'And I've been in the same state all
day.'

   I obliged him, and took his knob in my mouth, allowing his raising his
hips to slip the shaft of his cock deep into my mouth, till my nose rested
among that black fuzz.  But I had other ideas today!

   I turned him over on his belly, ignoring his protests and pleas to suck
him some more.  I parted his legs and knelt between them, my cock making a
shadow across the flesh of his buttocks from the dim reflected light of our
mess's skylight.  A hand softly, gently on each smooth buttock, I parted
them, to reveal his secret rose.  I admired that virgin place a moment and
bent forward to worship at that altar with my lips and tongue.  I felt his
start with surprise as I licked, hard, his anus, but his hips were soon
rising to meet my mouth, and again he was moaning his pleasure in this
simple act between boys.

   My excitement was increasing, partly because the boy was so pretty and
so willing, but probably mostly because although I had sucked and been
sucked so many times, and been fucked so often by captain Ives, I was still
comparatively inexperienced in the active role of buggery.  That I would
change this very afternoon while the storm blew outside and the ship
creaked, wallowed and swayed beneath us.  I pushed my tongue as far as I
could extend it, and felt the muscles of his anal sphincter close on it,
gripping and then releasing.  I circled his anus and penetrated again. 
Again that little moan, and pressure on the invader.

   We messed together most days in this, the midshipmen's mess despite
there only being two of us currently, and I had begged some beef dripping
("slush") from the Galley.  I leave my friends the readers to guess in what
manner and with what currency I paid the Cook for his generosity!  The
grease was intended to make our hard biscuit more palatable, but today I
meant it to lubricate quite otherwise!  My tongue still in him, I spread
some of this melting oil in the crease between those two lovely
hemispheres. In Home Waters it would have been a solid butter until in
contact with warm flesh, as I knew from my early lessons in mathematics
(!), but here in the tropics it was a very satisfactory slippery agent, and
my tongue was soon replaced by the tip of my index finger, inserted to the
first joint.  I watched it for a moment, slipping in and out of a
completely-relaxed bum, the prettiest sight, till I decided the time had
come to find what Captain Ives had taught me to love.  I pushed in further,
and there it was indeed, the little lump of matter which when probed led to
a strange feeling in the arse, and a wonderful excitement in the penis.  I
pushed and pressed on it.  The boy groaned.  I moved so my face was close
to his.

   'Nice, Julius?'

   'Oh yes, Davey.  Oh yes, yes!  I can come if you do that.  I never
knew...'

   'Nor did I the first time it was done to me.  It's good!  Kiss me while
I finger fuck you!  Tell me when I'm getting it right, and tell me when
you're near to coming because I want to show you something else first.'

   We hugged and kissed, and I enjoyed the feel of his still soft hands on
my body while I massaged his arse.  He forgot to tell me if I was doing it
right but the passion of his lips on mine and his wriggling young body told
me I was.  I slipped a second finger up him, closer now to the size of my
own cock, and the intensity of his pleasure was merely increased: his
bucking was like that of a ship in a rough sea.  It was time!  I removed my
fingers and again ignored his protests.  His little cock twitched as I
turned him over on his belly, and both hands under him raised him to the
classic kneeling position.  I love seeing a boy's face when I fuck him, but
there is no doubt that a virgin bum is best attacked from behind, and in
any case those golden, still-rounded boy-buttocks were to die for!  I
parted them and slipped my knob in through the little brown gates of
paradise.  So well had I prepared him that the only reaction was a sigh of
satisfaction, and a movement of his hips towards me.  One hand on each hip,
I held him steady as I pushed slowly and powerfully till I was wholly
embedded, my thighs touching that delicious bottom.

   I could feel him jerking at his cock, his weight on his chin and one
arm.

   Now I started the fuck.  A slow pull out, maximising the pleasure of the
anus, and a swift, hard thrust in, catching and pummelling that mysterious
lump, the centre of masculine pleasure.  He gave a little squeak with each
of my sweeps, and I knew from that I was catching him exactly right, and
his hand flew faster and faster up and down his shaft.  I was close myself
to coming: even after a lifetime of buggery I still find it difficult to
control my cock when I am fortunate enough to have a virgin bottom beneath
me!  I reached under him with my right hand and cupped his balls, clutching
them perhaps too tight, but this had its effect and his hot stream of seed
spattered onto my sleeping blanket.  His anus contracted as he came, and
that was enough to tip me over.  I came in his arse, one spurt of hot seed
with each of five or six thrusts.

   We tipped over onto our sides, laying like those "spoons", and soon my
cock was expelled by a larger contraction of his anus.

   He gave that pretty little squeak again.  'I think I'm going to enjoy
life aboard.' As he fluttered his eyelashes, coquettishly like a young
whore, I mnoticed for the first time how long and beautiful they were, and
how as much as his dark skin and full lips, they added to his beauty.  I
kissed his forehead.

   'Next time, Julius, you fuck me...'

   .............................................................

   And so it went on for the best part of a year.  I fucked Julius, Captain
Ives fucked me, and Jack Stanlove and I sucked each other off.  With all
those regular partners I made fewer trips to the crows-nest, and in any
case as I grew older some of the crew, those not by nature homosexualist,
would probably find me less attractive than the hairless youth they had
lusted after three or four years earlier.  Julius, however, soon took to
studying his seamanship up there, and was often joined by one of our randy
tars.

   It all changed soon after The Furious was sent to join the blockading
fleet off Ushant.  The balmy tropics were replaced by the cold grey waters
of Biscay and the Channel.  That was not the only change!  I have described
elsewhere the frigate action between Furious and La Belle Danseuse, and it
was in any case sufficiently reported in the daily journals.  So I shall
briefly summarise the events that wholly changed my life.

   We had come up with the French frigate at dawn in a light breeze and
slight sea: sailing conditions that favoured Furious, and by a fortunate
chance we had the weather guage.  So even though the Frenchies turned and
ran we were soon at each other with broadsides.  We brought their mainmast
down and it was time to board.  Jack Stanlove, myself and forty or so of
our most villainous and heroic tars were waiting in the scuppers to board
as soon as the two ships touched.  At that moment one of the men clutched
Jack Stanlove's arm and poineted to the quarter deck.  It had been swept
clean, the wheel was unmanned, and each pile of dark blue cloth marked
where one of our officers had fallen.

   Jack turned to me.  'My station is now on the quarterdeck.  Captain Ives
has fallen.  Lead the men Mr Boyton.' He stumbled off through the wreckage,
and I saw him mount to the quarterdeck just as our ships touched.  Ten
minutes of hate-filled violence and the Frenchman struck: she was ours.

   The butcher's bill was dreadful, and included all the officers.  Captain
Ives died late that afternoon in agony from a wound in the groin.  Jack
stanlove was the only surviving officer, and he and Julius would take
Furious into harbour.  I was instructed to jury-rig a mast and take La
Belle Danseuse into harbour: Portsmouth was the most convenient given
weather conditions and the sorry state of our prize.  It was a fine moment
for a midshipman to captain a captured frigate, sailing into our great
fleet harbour with our ensign fluttering over the tattered remnants of
their tricolour!

   Jack did me the honour of crediting me with the success of the boarding
party, and my naval career can fairly be said to have begun.  There was a
Panel that week in Portsmouth, and I passed my examination for lieutenant,
perhaps in part due to the sentiment surrounding our victory.  The Belle
Danseuse was bought in by the Admiral as an addition to the fleet: we never
had enough frigates.  And Jack Stanlove was posted Captain of his prize,
though it would be months before she was fit for service and crewed.  The
Belle Danseuse had a long and heroic career in the service, though
inevitably she was known by her crew and throughout the fleet as "The
Belly-Dancer".  Jack took Julius with him, but I was left in
Furious,lieutenant now,and awaiting the new captain and officers.

   I slept ashore that first week in The Grapes, and after two nights
Furious came in, and Jack joined me.  The knowledge we were to be parted
after a "Marriage" of four years led us to heights of passion, and we
drained each other's balls night and morn!

   The greatest change in my life, however, was announced by a lean and
haggard civilian in a too-large greatcoat.

   'The will is to be read tomorrow at the chambers of Hoot, Barney & Crow,
at ten in the morning.  You will do well to attend, Mr Boyton, as it
concerns you most intimately.  My word yes.  Intimately.'

   To cut an already too long story short, Captain Ives had no wife,
children, indeed no relatives at all.  I was the nearest he had ever had to
a son and he left his whole estate to me, 'In the confidence that this fine
young man will, if he lives, have a distinguished career in the Service we
both love.' I was rich: several hundred thousand in the Funds, and a fine
estate in Hampshire.  My benefactor had been lucky, deservedly so, in the
matter of prizes!

   On the advice of Mr Hoot, I told no-one aboard of my fortune.  I could
see in his eye he was of the homosexualist persuasion and had at least half
a suspicion as to why Captain Ives had particularly favoured this young
lad!

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   While The Furious was refitting I had the opportunity to make a brief
visit to Essex, leaving Jack in the arms of Julius (who would have either
to learn the pleasures of fellation, or to convince Jack of the delights of
his pretty, golden arse!)

   My Mother, and my Aunt Clarissa who had moved in with her, could
scarcely recognise the strapping, athletic young man as the same pretty
little boy who had left them.  They were only to happy to contemplate a
life of luxury on a great estate.

   I visited the Vicar, the first covert homosexualist I had met, and a man
to whom I owed many hours of the greatest pleasure.  If he had not warned
me of the lusts of men for boys, I might not have recognised those initial
approaches for what they were, have rebuffed them, and missed all those
lovely cocks and buttocks!  The years of our youth and beauty, when any
male is within our amorous compass, are so fleeting.  How many men I have
met, aye and enjoyed, who have not admitted to themselves their true
natures until middle age and beyond, and so have let pass them by the
golden years of youthful beauty when they would have been able so to add to
the common happiness of mankind!  Not Davey Boyton.  My word, No!

   I came up with him fussing about in the nave of his church.  He had not
changed much in five years, and was still the same chubby little man in a
grey wig, smiling face, and that look in his eyes as he turned to see a
handsome young man.

   'It is Davey is it not.  Welcome back, boy.  My how you have grown.' His
eyes scanned my whole frame, but I thought they lingered a moment on my
white silk hose, where my intentions for the morning had induced the
beginnings of a healthy masculine bulge.

   'I am on a short visit, Father, but wanted to call and thank you for the
advice you gave me as I left.' He blushed deep red, doubtless remembering
the feel of my boyish cock under his groping hands as he offered me that
advice, and knowing that I too would remember his obscene approach, and as
an adult now would understand why he had touched me.  To spare him I
hurried on.  'You recall your words, Father.  "In the Navy, David, you may
encounter men whose nature has become warped.  They may seek to take
advantage of your good looks and strong young body.  They may seek to touch
you where it is forbidden, and that will inevitably lead to other actions,
much more reprehensible." I believe I have the words exactly.' And I took
his hand and placed it over my crotch where my cock was now truly hard. 
'You were accurate in your prediction, Father.  Many men and boys too have
handled me there where your own hand is even now giving me pleasure.' He
sought to remove his hand which had been gripping and releasing my cock
through the thin fabric.  I held it firmly in place!  'And indeed it did
often lead to other actions.  Many is the mouth I have fucked, and many the
arse I have buggered, and I have experienced the pleasure of feeling my
mouth fill with the rush of a boy's seed, and the delight of a man's cock
in my own arse.  You were right!'

   He stood dumb-struck, but his hand was still on my cock, and he had that
look in his eyes I had seen those years before.

   'I can read your mind, Father.  My only doubt is whether you wish to
suck me off, or whether you would like me to bugger you...'

   'My dear boy.  You must not...  In The Lord's House.'

   'He sees us everywhere you people say, Father, so why not here.  It is
to be buggery, is it not?'

   There was no reply, which I took to be acquiescence, which indeed it was
because there was no resistance as I turned him round, raised his
skirts,looped them over his head, and bent him over his altar rail.  His
arse was chubby and rounded, almost feminine, but you must remember that
all my sexual partners so far had been slender lads or lean hard sailors,
their bodies toned by hard physical work.  I stroked the unfamiliar
contours enjoying the softness and lack of muscle: parting his cheeks I
found his hole pink and almost hairless, like a young boy's.  I reached
under him and found his cock hard and leaking seed.  I smeared some of this
thin juice in his anus, spat in my hand and annointed my cock, and rammed
it into him.  I had decided that I would fuck him in the manner of one or
two matelots who had taken my young bottom in the most masculine way
imagineable, just fucking for their own satisfaction, hard, furious, and
with no preparation.  So I slammed it home, and fucked hard and fast.

   I reached under, however, and tossed his cock.  I wanted him to enjoy
this and for the memory to stay with him.  With my free hand I slapped that
chubby bottom, the sound echoing in the vastness of the church roof.  It
would be wise to end this quickly, lest some prying village peasant might
discover me to the local Justice of the Peace, or, heaven forfend, The
Bishop.  I tossed him faster and fucked in rhythm with that.  I thought
about Julius, doubtless sucking Jack's cock this very instant, and that
thought brought me to the point.  Something must have communicated, because
I heard him groan and my fist was covered with his slick, slippery juices.
I spilled my seed deep within him with several powerful thrusts.  I
immediately withdrew, wiped my cock on his arse cheeks, and my hands on his
black frock.  He stood up, and I could imagine the juice dripping down his
legs, seeping from his dilated anus.  His own seed dripped down the altar
rail and formed two pools of white on the scarlet carpet.

   'Thank you, Father.  I owed you that.'

   'Oh Lord!  What have I done?'

   'You've had yourself buggered, Father, and thoroughly well at that.  In
Naval fashion.  And you loved it.  And you will seek it out again, I
warrant.  You should leave those stains on the carpet as a reminder of your
first act of sodomy.'

   I was fastening my flap, and I took my leave with a formal bow.  I never
returned again to the parish of my birth so I cannot tell whether the stain
was removed or left in place.

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   The Furious was a bleak place without my bedfellows.  Captain Ives had
been buried in his Hampshire parish, and Jack and Julius were now aboard
the Belle Danseuse for her long refit.  Our new Captain, Joshua Fallon, was
a remote and dignified figure, and my new fellow-officers (I was fourth
lieutenant, the most junior of course) seemed unlikely to share my pleasure
in the masculine frame.  The midshipmen were all three ugly and brutish
young men, unlikely ever to advance beyond that doubtful rank, and of no
interest even to a lad desperate for sexual company.  It was possible for a
midshipman to find pleasure with an ordinary seaman, but it was
out-of-the-question for an officer so to indulge himself.  So Davey Boynton
had to be content each night in his hammock with "Mrs Palm and her five
daughters."

   This unsatisfactory state of affairs continued until the night before we
sailed, our refit complete.  Captain Fallon invited his fellow officers,
the Surgeon, Master Gunner and Sailing Master, Oh and the midshipmen, to
share his table with him.  He was generous with the wine, and after the
meal with the brandy.  As is customary on these occasions, after toasting
the King we listened to tales of action, and sang the old songs.  We were
all slightly drunk, some very drunk!

   I had stood up and given them that ballad of a Liverpool whore "Maggie
May".  I was about three sheets in the wind, but I managed to get through
to the final rousing chorus with all joining in "And she won't walk down
Lime Street any more".  I was able to stand, but as, amid laughter and
cheers, I sat down I lurched and my hand landed in the lap of Captain
Fallon beside me on my right.  Instantly his hand clamped down on mine,
holding it in place over his cock, which I could feel growing and
stiffening.  Then his hand was upon my prick, and I placed my hand over
his, holding it there, and feeling my own cock raise its head.  This was
hidden by the table cloth, and the brief nod of understanding as our eyes
met was lost to the other revellers in the general hubbub.  As men do, we
had in that moment come to an agreement: the action would inevitably follow
when convenient.

   As the table finally broke up Captain Fallon addressed me.  'Care to
take a turn around the deck Mr Boyton?  Clear our heads a bit before
turning in?'

   We leaned over the taffrail, looking at the lights of the port.  The
skeleton port-watch kept their discrete distance from officers in
conversation.

   'I perceive you enjoy a bit of rumpy-pumpy, Mr Boyton?'

   'Oh, I certainly do sir.'

   'And how do you like it, My Boyton?  Do you like the hot meat within
you?'

   'Oh, I certainly do sir.'

   'Excellent.  For there is little I enjoy more than buggering a firm,
young arse.'

   'I am very pleased to hear that, sir.'

   'Excellent.  I shall retire to my cabin now, and you will join me in
exactly ten minutes.'

   'Aye aye, sir.' We touched our hats formally as we parted.

   I never saw Captain Fallon naked, and can with difficulty describe him
as a short, stocky man, strong and heavily muscled.  I often saw his cock,
which was like the man, broad and stubby, and rising angry from a mass of
thick black hair.  He was completely unconcerned with my pleasure:
sufficient for him was his own satisfaction.

   He must have fucked me some two hundred times, as I was summoned almost
every night, and it was always the same as that first night.  Without any
preliminary caress, much less any kiss, I was instructed to lower my hose
and bend over the table in his great cabin.  I heard him unlacing, and he
must have paused a brief moment to inspect my buttocks.  I heard him spit
in his hand and asssumed he was annointing his cock.  Strong hands parted
my arse cheeks and I felt the pressure of his knob against my anus.  A
brutal shove and he was in me: happy that I was no virgin or this might
have ruined me!  He shagged me hard for about five minutes, and I must
admit there was pleasure in this almost-rape.  Then he unloaded in my arse,
silent, and with no more feeling for me than if he had been pissing in a
bucket!

   And if I had hoped, as I had, that he would do something for me, suck me
or at least toss me off, then I was disappointed.  Not even any thanks, but
as he laced himself up again just an 'Excellent!  Tell my man Jenks that I
shall turn in now, will you.  Goodnight Mr Boynton.' I hauled my hose up,
aware I would be dripping from my arse and would have to wash them on the
morrow, and made my exit with a polite, 'Aye aye, sir.' My hard cock led my
way back to my hammock and again it would be solitary pleasure for me that
night.  I later learned that I needed to toss myself off while he fucked me
if I was to get real pleasure from the occasion.

   All in all the five months under (literally!) Captain Fallon were among
the leanest sexually of my whole naval career, but as I shall show later my
willing compliance to his selfish will was to pay rich dividends.

  
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.

   The Short Peace of Amiens found the Furious again on blockade duty off
Ushant.  With their customary lack of foresight and disloyalty to the men
who had served the nation with such valour the Administration laid up more
than half the Fleet.  The Furious was paid off at Portsmouth: again the
streets and lanes of the realm would be filled with hungry and unemployed
sailors!  I was, of course, comfortable on my half-pay, but reading the
Gazette I saw La Belle Danseuse was to be paid off too in three weeks, at
Chatham.  I knew my friend and lover Jack Stanlove had not had my fortune
and would find life hard on half pay, even that of a Captain so I sent him
a letter inviting him to Hartshorn, where we could lead the life of Country
Gentleman, and renew former pleasures.  I was, indeed, ready for some "bed
wrestling" after the puritanical buggery practised on me for that half
year.

   I had owned the Hartshorn Estate for nearly a year, but had never
visited it, such are the demands of the Service, so it was with a sense of
expectation and then of pride that I approached in my gig.  The hedges and
ditches of the fields seemed, to a country boy's eye, to be well
maintained, and the spring barley looked well, as did the dairy and beef
cattle.  On the Downs above there were sheep.  The gates were of good
marble, and the pedestals had, of course, each a finely-carved hart
standing at bay.  Through parkland and an avenue of pleached limes, round a
bend and there was The House, stylish with white marble columns.  I had
informed the House of my date of arrival, and stopped in the village to
slake my thirst and to give a last minute warning, so the staff was drawn
up in the traditional welcome to a new owner.

   My Mother and Aunt greeted me with feminine over-sentimentality, and
introduced me to Mr and Mrs Hopkins, My Butler and Housekeeper.  They in
turn introduced me to the main tenant farmers and their wives, and then
worked through the staff, with whom I shook hands, every last one of them.
One of the three footmen, a negro boy, caught my eye: I considered him very
beautiful.

   My Mother and Aunt had taken one wing to themselves, and when I told
them I hoped some of my naval colleagues would be joining, they told me
they had opened the other, the East Wing for us.  This suited me as I would
not have wished our planned frolics to be inhibited by the proximity of
disapproving females!

   'I see you have a black boy, Mother.  They are very fashionable I'm
told.'

   'That is poor Kofee, David.  A Spanish slave-ship was intercepted off
THe Azores, and brought into Portsmouth soon after we moved here.  Clarissa
and I are, as you know, adherents to the Society For The Abolition Of
Slavery, and when places were sought for the poor unfortunates aboard, we
agreed to take him on.  I hope you are in agreement, David.'

   'Certainly, mother.  In fact I shall have him for my personal servant, I
think.'

   'That is noble of you, David.  I must advise you though that he was very
badly treated when a slave and has only just begun to recover.'

   'Treated?  How?'

   'I hesitate to tell you, David.  But you are a man now, and a Naval
Officer.  After being torn from the bosom of his family at no more than
twelve years of age, he was abused, and even raped.'

   'Raped eh?  Some of our tars are real villains!'

   'Not by our own heroic sailors, oh no!  They would never do such a
thing.'

   I did not disabuse her: the chances of a pretty lad of twelve surviving
six hours below deck without feeling hot meat up his arse were about those
of a badger in a pit full of bulldogs!  "Rum, bum, and buggery" as the
saying goes, the pleasures of men below decks!

   'No, they would never I am assured.  No the slavers treated him most
sinfully.'

   'Then all the better he should serve me while I am at Hartshorn.  Shall
you instruct Hopkins accordingly?'

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   The peace of Amiens was short lived, and our days at Hartshorn flashed
by, a delightful period of youthful indulgence.  I could fill a tome with
the descriptions of our gambols but will limit myself to a few episodes
that will give my friend the reader a lively impression of our life of
ease.

   After supper, and no more than one glass of claret, I excused myself on
the grounds of a long journey in a poorly-sprung gig.  As I anticipated
Kofee was awaiting me.  What had first struck me were his full, sensuous
lips, made for kissing I thought.  His cheek looked soft and downy,
innocent as yet of any razor.

   'They tell me you were rescued from slavery, Kofee.'

   'It was not too bad for me, sir, as I was not kept in the slave hold.  I
did not tell your mother that.'

   'Wise of you, boy.  They kept you by them as a plaything?'

   'Yes, sir.  They treated me well, really, though I was not free I
suppose.'

   'And you are free now?'

   'I'm not sure, sir.'

   'You are wise beyond your years, Kofee.  I expect you miss the pleasures
my Mother preferred to describe as rape?'

   'Oh, I do, sir.  I do.'

   'No other man or boy to play with here then?'

   'No, sir.  and I have not dared to ask any....'

   'You are fortunate, then, in my arrival.  Come here.'

   Mother had dressed him in a yellow satin livery, which I must admit
contrasted wonderfully with his ebony skin.  As I held him in my arms and
kissed those full lips, I could feel his bottom through the thin silk of
his drawers.  This was a new sensation to one more used to the caress of
rough masculine attire, and I found it strangely exciting.  My cock rose,
and I could feel his paying the same compliment to my embrace.

   The bed was a great, canopied four-poster, and the coverlet a deep
scarlet silk material.  We lay upon it and kissed anew: the boy was
passionate, and his body writhed against mine.  I found the ribbons at his
knee which tied the leg of his drawers tight.  I pulled at one bow and it
fell apart easily, the satin falling open, and freeing the road for my
enquiring hand.  I slipped it up the leg and felt the warmth of his flesh.
Higher still and his little hairless balls were for my caress.  I fingered
them, learning the contours of his body, and then upwards agin to the stiff
little engine of pleasure.  He groaned as I grasped it, and his tongue
forced hard into my mouth.

   'All this year I have not tasted cock, Kofee.' I turned him on his back
and undid the laces at his other knee and those at his waist.  He raised
his bottom to assist me as I drew his clothes down his thighs, calves, and
over his feet, still shod.h I rested my cheek on the flesh of his thigh,
and found it warm and soft, with the silkiness of a babe.  His skin, like
the complexion of his face, was as if he had spent his life at his mother's
breast, drinking in her soft silkiness.  I licked at his balls, and then
took his knob in my mouth, nibbling at it with lips rather than teeth.  He
raised his hips and the length slid into my mouth.  I reached up and
fondled his nipples, hard little points of desire through the yellow satin
of his livery.  I picked at the buttons securing it.

   He assisted me, and in seconds was naked except for his knee-length hose
and silver-buckled shoes.  He pulled me close to him.

   'I love to feel the roughness of a uniform against my naked body, sir.
They used to keep me naked in a cabin, and the officers would take me
whenever they felt the urge to copulate.  I was ever naked then, and now
find the feel of your uniform so rough and harsh very exciting.'

   'And I find your naked form exciting, Kofee.'

   'Will you fuck me, sir.  I have not been fucked for near a year.'

   'I certainly will, Kofee.' I was sitting on the bed unbuttoning my
jacket.  I completed my disrobing while he removed his footwear.

   'You are very strong, sir.'

   'It is the life I lead.  But this is what should interest you the most.'
I shook my cock at him, and drops of clear fluid spilled on his belly.  I
shall have you from behind, boy, and enjoy your bum.'

   He turned over for me, and clearly experienced, placed a bolster under
his belly to raise his bum for my ease of penetration.  I had prepared
nothing, so the juices of my passion, and some spittle would have to
suffice to ease the passage of my cock into his arse.  I spread his
buttocks, and marvelled again at the softness of his ebony skin.  As I
placed a kiss on his dark brown anus, my cheek caressed the inside of his
thigh and I wondered at my fortune in finding waiting for me a willing,
beautiful, and above all young boy.

   'This is my first for nigh a year too, Kofee.'

   It was as if his arse dragged my cock inside so quickly and smoothly did
I penetrate.  There may have been a moment of discomfort as I saw him bite
into the coverpane, but it must have passed, because as in my passion I
forgot all bounds and fucked that young arse with all the vigour of my
eighteen years, I knew he was reciprocating as so far as he could, my
weight upon him, he responded with panting moans and with small movements
of his buttocks.  My moment approached too quickly, and I buried my face
between his shoulder blades, soft skin without blemish again, and grunted
as I spilled my seed into him.

   'I was too quick for you, my boy.  But it has been a long time.'

   'You found my spot, sir, and I was close to joining you in spending.'

   'Then you shall spend in my mouth Kofee.  I have been fucked daily these
months, but long to feel you come in my mouth.'

   I turned him over on his back and knelt over him, dribbled spittle over
his erect cock, and attacked it with my mouth.  He lay back, eyes shut, and
it seemed in seconds, so stimulated had he been by hot meat in his arse, I
felt the hot, slippery flow in my mouth.  How I had missed that with the
fierce Captain Fallon.  As ever I avidly swallowed all.

   We lay side by side, master and slave to the outside world, but lovers
equal in their satisfaction and delight in each other's bodies.

   'I told your Butler you would require wine, sir.'

   'Excellent.  But how did you explain the two glasses.' I was opening the
champagne.  We may have been at war with the French for years before this
unwelcome peace, but the importation of wine and brandy had continued
unabated!

   'I did not sir.  I stole the second from the kitchens, and shall replace
it in the morning.'

   'Excellent!  This will fortify us for a further session in which we
shall reverse our roles.'

   'I should like that above all else, sir.'

   'You have been circumcised, Kofee.  Very pretty and manly it is to be
sure.' I was dandling his half-hard penis between thumb and forefinger, my
glass in my other hand.  And indeed it was as large as the engine of many a
full-grown man I had known.  At twelve years of age this portended an
immense weapon in a few years'time!  Certainly it was broad and long enough
in full erection to satisfy my demanding bottom!

   'In my former country all chiefs of the tribe are cut, sir.  And I, as
son of a chief, was cut in case I should ever become chief.'

   'I am glad of that.  And glad too that I percieve it is ready for a
renewed engagement.  Will you prefer me from behind or facing you?'

   'I should like to have your arse, if you please, sir, to enjoy your
buttocks.'

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   Jack Stanlove arrived a week later, and to my delight he had in tow the
young midshipman Julius Tremayne.  We settled the three of us in rooms
spread in two couples along the wide corridor of our wing, suitably remote
from the quarters of my Mother and Aunt.  My manservant Kofee had the
fourth, and was in all ways the equal of the three of us.  You may imagine
that seldom, if ever, did I or my guests sleep alone, and sometimes one of
the huge beds would accommodate all four of us in our frolics.  As you will
be aware the peace lasted several months, and it would be inmpossible to
describe for you, dear friend and reader, all the combinations, all the
experiments, all the pleasures that we explored in those happy days .... 
and nights.  However, I shall touch upon a few episodes to give you a
flavour of those days.

   It was our habit in the hot days of summer to each take one of the guns
from the gunroom, which Captain Ives had stocked with magnificent weapons,
and walk through the estate enjoying some "rough shooting", so much more
sporting than the organised kind.

   Kofee would have organised our lunch which would be laid out in the
shade of a great oak, on the lush grassy bank of our river, a famous
Hampshire chalk trout-stream.  Left there, the servants were given very
strict instructions to vacate the place and not to return to clear the
spread until evening.  We would arrive towards mid-day, eager to satisfy
our hunger and slake our thirst.  I speak literally and metaphorically as
you may imagine.

   That day I particularly remember Jack and I had dived into the river to
refresh ourselves.  The two boys were not swimmers, but joined us dabbling
in the shallows.  I recall coming up behind Julius, grasping his lovely
thighs, and tipping him into the current, kissing him as the clear water
streamed over us.  To kiss a pretty boy was enough to stiffen my cock even
with the cold, and I felt his harden as well.  I pulled him upright and,
laughing retired to the bank.  Jack and Kofee joined us, and we lay on the
soft grass drying in the sun.  But our erections were not wasted, for we so
arranged it that each of us had a cock in his mouth and his own cock
between the lips of a willing friend.  My cock was in Julius' mouth, and
Kofee's beautiful prick between my lips.  We called this our "ring of
roses".

   Inevitably, some of the participants are more eager and rapid than
others, and this occasion it was Kofee and Julius who came, Kofee rewarding
my sucking and caresses with his warm load of boyish seed, silky and salty
in my mouth.  Jack and I, more patient, rewarded ourselves for our
self-denial by buggering the boys.  Jack had Kofee from behind, but I
wished to kiss Julius some more while we fucked, and especially while I
came.

   With his legs bent back over his head his pretty little anus was exposed
completely, a dark brown rose amid the gold of his flesh.  I bent to kiss
him there as I so loved doing, and to moisten him: his thigh felt warm and
soft against my cheek.  I spat on my fingers and lubricated him, placed my
knob over his anus, and with a steady pressure slipped my knob in.  He
sighed, and I could see the pleasure in his eyes as his gaze met mine: he
was smiling with contentment rather than passion.  Beside me, Jack was
buggering his black boy with slow, strong sweeps, his thighs touching that
ebony arse with each down stroke, and his knob slipping completely out as
he withdrew, to elicit a little squeak of pleasure with each renewed
insertion.

   I was getting into my rhythm now, each thrust bringing my thighs up hard
against those sweet golden buttocks, with a slapping sound clear even above
the noise of the stream.

   Suddenly Jack withdrew his tool, stood, ran towards the stream and dived
in.  He struck out strongly and with the current behind him was soon out of
sight around the bend.

   'What was all that about?'

   'No idea!  But he certainly left me hanging in the air.' Abandoned,
Kofee knelt beside us, adding to our pleasure, caressing Julius' now-hard
penis with one hand, and my buttocks and arsehole with the other.

   Our pleasure was interrupted by a noise in the bushes, voices raised,
and Jack emerging from the undergrowth with two boys, one propelled by an
arm gripping him tight at the bicep, and the other pulled along by his ear:
he was the one protesting most.

   'I know that one.  He's Jem Parks, a gypsy boy.' The contempt was clear
in Kofee's voice.

   'And what do you two think you are doing trespassing on Mr Boyton's
estate?'

   The bigger of the two boys answered.  As an avid admirer of the beauty
of young boys, I was admiring this specimen.  He was naked to the waist,
and his lean chest was hairless, and tanned a deep brown, as were his
slender, long legs.  He wore only a pair of leather draweres, which had
seen better days, worn shiny and torn in places to expose much whiter skin
beneath.  His gypsy inheritance showed in the full lips I love so much in a
male, and the sultry dark eyes which promised a passionate nature if ever
awoken.  'We done do harm.'

   'A spot of poaching I'll wager.'

   The smaller of the boys answered.  He was sandy-haired, and as well as
similarly tattered leather drawers owned a torn and shredded shirt that
covered much of what was obviously a delightful torso.  His tan was deep,
but of a redder hue.  'We Warn't poachin.  See we got no knife, no wire, no
nothin.  We only came for a swim and to wash.'

   This seemed probable, as I could see their hair still wet: I imagine we
had surprised them.

   'Hidden, no doubt.  You know you will be sent to Botany Bay for poaching
Mr Boyton's pheasants?'

   'Warn't poachin.  And we seen what you was a-doin.  Suckinn and
buggerin' them niggers.'

   'What's your name then, you?'

   'Tom Parks.  I'm his brother.'

   'Younger brother?'

   'I'm twelve.  He's thirteeen.'

   I heard Jack Stanlove murmur 'Delicious!' But he continued his bullying
tone.  Then Jem is in more trouble even than you, as the Justice of the
Peace will consider he has led you astray.  And in the question of buggery,
do you imagine such an accusation by a couple of poachers caught five miles
into a hunting estate will believed against the denial of three naval
officers and their faithful servant.  Drop it or it will only be worse. 
You are diddecoys?'

   'Gipsy's sir, true Romanies not bloody diddecoys!'

   'I'm glad to hear that, but I fear it is Botany Bay for the two of you.'
I caught Jack's eye and he winked at me secretly.  'Unless that is ...'

   'Unless what sir?  Please, sir ...'

   'Unless you are willing to replace the boys who were pleasuring us when
you so rudely interrupted us.  And it would be worth a silver shilling
each.'

   'I'm sure it hurts.  I seen that huge thing shoved up his tight
arsehole. I seen it.'

   'Did it hurt, Kofee?  Does it ever hurt?'

   'It might hurt for a second sir, but then it is good.'

   'You hear that Jem.  It is good.'

   Jem shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and back, nervous.  I
could feel his fear, but also his greed for silver, so rare among his
class. He looked suddenly so vulnerable and so desirable, I longed to kiss
his luscious lips that instant.  He made his decision.

   'Half a crown then, and I will, and keep quiet about it.  So will Tom.'

   'I'm not a goin to do it.  Not nohow!' Tom was looking at mine and
Jack's cock, erect and ready as the negotiation concluded.  I could well
understand a boy being alarmed at the size especially of Jack's lovely
helmet, red and angry looking.

   'Then it's half a crown for Jem and Botany Bay for you, Tom.  Long way
and rough living I'm told.' Again Jack winked at me.  Kofee and Julius were
close to giggling, amused at the predicament the two lads had got
themselves into, and, of course, with no sympathy at all with any
reluctance to be fucked in the arse.

   'You bloody well will, Tom.  Half a crown.  Just think!'

   'Take your drawers off then, Jem.'I could scarcely wait.

   Jem fiddled with the laces at his waist, and the leather dropped to his
feet, standing round his ankles like some battered bucket till he stepped
out of them.  Neither boy was shod (few country boys wore any shoes summer
or winter in those days).  The white of his hips and belly was in delicate
contrast with the tanned glow of his torso and legs.  His cock was not yet
hard, but hung in a graceful little arc: I could see he was not
circumcised, and looked forward to feeling it harden in my mouth, knob
peeping from foreskin timid as any virgin before his lover.  Tom, too had
relented and unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his drawers.

   I believed their claims as to age: Jem had the beginnings of fine black
hair in that lovely triangle at the base of his belly, and his balls too
seemed to have some few wisps promising a forest later.  Tom, however, was
naked as a child still, though I later found that to the sensitive tongue
there was already just the lightest fuzz of what would soon be golden curls
at the root of his pretty little penis.

   I grasped Jem, and lay him down beside me in the soft, cool grass. 
Julius lay beside me, myself between the two boys.  I had been right about
the potentially passionate nature of this boy, because as I kissed and
caressed him I could feel the tension leave his body, and as his muscles
relaxed, so his cock stiffened, pressing and rubbing against my own hard
cock.  I had been close to coming inside Julius when Jack had interrupted
us and I had pulled out, so my cock was desperate for more boy-arse!  I
could not and would not wait!  I decided to have the boy kneeling for two
reasons: first I suspected he was a virgin, and it is easier to control the
inevitable protest when first a virgin anus is pierced if the subject
kneels, and second the boy had such delightful firm, shapely slender
buttocks, so white and silky, and his back tanned and unblemished, that I
wished to enjoy the sight and feel of his best attributes while I fucked
him.  I feared it would be a short session!
So I turned him over on his belly, and arms around his waist pulled him
up to a kneeling position, his legs so-slightly apart.  I parted his
cheeks, a hand on each buttock, and there was that pretty pink rose, his
untouched arsehole.  I leaned to kiss it, paying homage to that altar of
masculine desire and also it must be admitted lubricating it with my
tongue. I knelt upright again, and drips of my own eager juices dropped
from my prick to land perfectly on that tightly-closed hole.  Julius, I
noticed was sliding beneath us, and, hands grasping the boy's hips, had
slid Jem's knob into his mouth.  I spat in my hand, wet my knob, and
applied pressure.  I slipped in, catching Jem by surprise.  The calm lasted
a second as the pain struck, and the protest started.  But no amount of
wailing or bucking would deny me.  He could scarcely move, impaled by my
cock, my hands holding him firm at the hips, and Julius holding him by two
hands and a mouth round his shaft.  Not brutally, but with purpose, I
pushed firmly until my thighs touched those silky-smooth buttocks and I was
deeply embedded.  A long slow pull out, and a more rapid thrust in, and I
was fucking him.  Gradually the protests died down, and I knew he had
already learned to take pleasure in the feeling of fullness, the strange
pleasure from that mysterious place at the front of the rectal passage that

all passive sodomites of the male sex learn to love and seek out.

   Beside me Jack Stanlove had chosen the other classic position, relying
on his strong arms and the weight of his body to subdue any virgin
struggles.  He, too, had apparently succeeded in teaching his even younger
partner to delight in being fucked, for the boy's slender legs were locked
round his muscled back, and his lips firmly kissng and sucking at Jack's
shoulder in evident passion.  Kofee, prick hard again, was waiting with
patience, anticipating imminent pleasure himself.

   I felt the boy come as his anus contracted on my cock several times. 
and then Julius wriggled from under us.  He smiled and opened his nouth to
show me the boy's seed shining white, little bubbles, between his lips, He
closed his mouth and swallowed.  That was too much for me and I felt my own
orgasm rising, seated deep in my arse, and then in my cock like an
over-wound watch-spring.  I came, one spurt of spunk for each of five
thrusts: I counted them, and then we collapsed in a heap, both our knees
giving way.  Jack had finished too, and as he rolled away from his gypsy
boy I could see the white globules and smears on both their bellies and
chests where Tom, like his brother, had found such pleasure that he too had
reached a moment of uncontrolled orgasm.
Kofee and Julius were cooling off in the stream, but the two boys and
Jack and myself lay on the grass.  Jack fulfilled his contract and took two
coins from his jacket pocket and gave them one each, immediately secreted

in those leather drawers.

   'You can have me any time you want, sir.

   'And me, sir.'

   I was tempted but Jack, wise in the way of the world shook his head at
me.  'That would be nice, Jem, but not wise.  I think we would all end up
in trouble and much worse trouble than poaching.  But I'm glad you both
enjoyed your first time.'

   'We'll have to do each other then, eh, Tom?'

   'Tonight!'

   'That's a good idea, and look out for men who have that look in their
eye when they gaze at you, especially looking here.' Jack stroked Tom's
cock a second.  'There are lots of men who like to fuck and suck boys!  Now
I'm going to have a swim, wash up, and we should leave before our people
arrive to clear this.  Take some food with you if you want: there's half a
meat pie left over.'

   ...............................................................

   Our twosomes, threesomes and foursomes continued day and night
throughout that summer which is a golden age to this old fellow reminiscing
in his armchair in front of the fire.  My birthday falls in November, and
the three of them had plotted a surprise for me.

   The morning of my anniversary they had prepared the gig and, refusing to
divulge the secret, driven to Southampton.  I was mystified when Jack
reined the horse in outside a theatre.

   The wardrobe mistress was waiting for us, a large, blonde jolly lady
whose accent revealed she came from London.

   'I've had everything made up exactly to your measurements, sir.' She
waved to a hanging rail with suits of clothes upon it.  'This will be for
you,sir, and these for the girls.  She found that amusing and was clearly
having difficulty suppressing laughter.  I stood, frozen and astounded as
Jack and the boys removed their costumes and held them up.

   Jack's was a flashy and gaudy military uniform, the others feminine
attire in the most immodest modern fashion.

   'Ideal for a trip to the Portsmouth Molly House, don't you think, Jack?'

   I should perhaps explain to those of my friends the readers of this
small volume who are not well-acquainted with London, that there had grown
up in our capital Houses of Pleasure.  While not exactly Bordellos as the
clients did not necessarily only purchase the favours of whores but more
frequently enjoyed other clients' favours free and gratis, they had all the
orgiastic and sexual libertinism of a good Brothel.  The difference was
that they were exclusively for males.  I had sometimes visited such an
establishment in London when my ship docked at Chatham, and especially
enjoyed the classlessness that reigned there.  Dukes were fucked by
cabbies, street boys sucked off military officers, Mayors frolicked with
their ostlers: all was equal and all that mattered was the attraction
between man and boy, man and man, boy and boy.  I had no idea that
Portsmouth boasted its own Molly House, though.

   In such places, most males went in their normal attire, but there were
always some who dressed in female garb, and they were often the most sought
after: many of the men visiting would not be confirmed homosexualists such
as we four, but would find the illusion of femininity reassuring as they
sucked on a cock or addressed a welcoming bottom-hole!
Jack looked very masculine and commanding in his uniform.  The jacket,
cinched at the waist emphasised his broad shoulkders, and his legs and
bulge looked very good in the tight cotton pants.  Mrs Hapgood, our mentor,
dressed the three of us in the most delightful concoctions of silks and
lace.  I was given a white shift, so fine my body could be seen through it,
and tight white satin drawers with a welcome split in the front.  She
explained they had to be tight to my body as they must not show under the
simple green silk dress I was to wear over the top.  This was, apparently,
in the most modern French style and was merely a shaped tube of silk that
hung from shoulders to heels, with tight sleeves to the wrists.  My hands
were disguised in white silk gloves.  I had enjoyed the feel of Kofee's
satin-clad body against mine those months ago.  How much more so now my own
body was so intimately encased!  White silk stockings, garters and tiny

green satin slippers completed my transformation.

   The two 'Girls' were dressed as sisters in identical white dresses, all
frills and lace.

   Mrs Hapgood showed us how to safely wear our wigs (mine blonde and
flowing, the girls' dark and short), and the secrets of painting our faces.

   It was a jolly and pretty group that took the gig to The Union Hotel
where we left it, our bags, and the horse to take a hansom to Portsmouth
and The Molly House.

   It was a grand looking place, and were it not for the row of cabs
outside, and a continual coming-and going it might have been taken for the
town-house of one of Quality.  Inside, however, an orgy was in full swing.
I immediately made out naked men in twos or groups sucking and fucking. 
Others stood around talking, glasses of wine or ale in their hands: some
were naked, some at least partially dressed.  There were a few in female
clothing, or the remnats of it.  All eyes turned to us as we entered.  Jack
led us to the centre of the room where two well-dressed but foppish looking
young men were drinking and silently surveying the room.

   Your lordship, may I present my party.

   'Delighted, sir.'

   'I, sir am Major Don Alonso Xavier Macas De Sierra y Plano, of his
Imperial Majesty's Mexican Hussars.  This is my companion, Miss Emma
Fitzwarren.  I curtsied.  And these two pretty girls are Don Pedro de Leon
y Caramba, known as Sophie, and Don Jose de Leon y Caramba, known
familiarly as Julia.  The two girls dropped pretty curtsies.

   'Charming!  I am The Duke of Sunderland, and this is my brother Sir
Anthony Spode.'

   We chatted, mostly remarking on some of the activities in this the
anteroom for the House.  The girls were, as agreed silent.

   'They understand little English as yet, and speak less.  Feel free to
speak in front of them with complete candour, children though they are.'

   'Pretty little things.  Mexican?'

   'Indeed yes, and sons of the very best family.  I shall explain.' I had
spotted a naval officer chatting with an army lieutenant close by and
decided to join them: but I would wait for Jack's explanation first! 
'Their father has wronged my family most deeply and to punish him I have
vowed to whore his two sons.  When they are completely degenerate, and
totally homosexualised, I shall return them to him, to spread their
knowledge among their countrymen, to the horror and disgrace of their
father.  And what better place to achieve that ambition than in your
splendid country!'

   'Indeed, we have a tradition of Paphic love.  You have had them?  I
speak carnally of course.'

   'No.They are both as yet virgins.  Though I must admit to having stolen
caresses, going as far as sucking their pretty little cocks for them.'

   'Virgins indeed!  Why is that?'

   'I wish to whore them.  That will give me more satisfaction even than
having their lovely virgin bottoms myself.  I have brought them here to
sell their virginities, so I may tell their father their first adult action
was as a whore.  The disgrace will be absolute.  Such matters of revenge
are very common and taken very seriously in my country.  I shall fuck them
myself at my leisure when my revenge is complete.'

   'How much, then, for this token whoring?'

   'Fifty guineas each.  And I will require the act to be committed in full
view of the assembled rout, to complete the shame.'

   I could not but admire Jack's glib eloquence, but decided to introduce
myself to the attractive young naval officer and his
distinguished-appearing companion.  As I approached, I recognised him!

   'Lieutenant Fletcher, I believe.  We met at a reception in Madeira last
year.'

   'You have the better of me, Madame, and I am sure I would recall such a
lovely lady!'

   'La!  You flatter me,lieutenant.  But it is unfair of me to take
advantage of you.  I was Lieutenant Boyton of The Fury when we met chez
l'ambassadeur.'

   'Good Lord!  And yet I think I prefer you in your present guise, Miss
.....  ?'

   'Emma Fitzwarren ...  unless I have forgotten already!  It is only these
three hours I have been so christened.' We all three laughed at my poor
joke.

   'I recognised Captain Stanlove of course, but who are the two other
beauties?'

   'Both navy boys but for the purposes of this evening they are Sophie and
Julia.  It looks as if Jack has sold them to the Spode Brothers!'

   'They are worth a few guineas, I'll wager.  May I present Major Donald
Mcpherson of the Royal Marines.  Like me he has a penchant for boy-flesh!
You are a convincing girl, Emma, but you will have to make some
arrangements to hide this if you are to pass in polite company.' Laughing
he reached and held my cock which was making a real bulge in my fine silk
robe.  'Boy flesh, Major, and prime meat too!'

   'You, too, John Fletcher!' I reached and grasped his which felt very
interesting through his fine hose.  'I blame my visible excitement on the
feel of satin against my buttocks and thighs.  You have hardly that excuse
I imagine, though the sight of Phillip Spode slipping it up Sophie's
buttocks is a part excuse.'

   'He's certainly going at her like a Spring Ram, and his brother too at
Julia.  My excuse for that member which you are so pleasantly grasping is
your dazzling beauty, Madame.  The only thing for us to do is to satisfy
these raging members of ours, and, lo!  The Major has one too.  Where the
navy leads, the army shall not be far behind.  I recall seeing a large
couch in a room on the first floor!  Come!'

   The couch in question was occupied by two naked males, one a great hairy
beast, and the other a delicate lad of tender years.  Happily they had
nearly finished their business, and Esau, for so I mentally christened the
hairy fellow, rose licking sweet juice from his lips.  By the appearance of
his great, red ramrod he had not left his seed with the pretty boy, who in
his turn made his naked way after.  There was something familiar about Esau
and I wondered if I had met him in The Service.

   'Fortunate!  It is difficult to find an empty bed or couch in this place
and often the floor has to suffice.'

   'I shall remove this gown, which is perhaps too fragile for any
sustained frolics, but it would give me the greatest pleasure if you would
be in the state nature intended when you have me.'

   'We are to have you then, dear lady?' Both were removing jacket and
pants.

   'Please undo the clasp at my nape, Major Donald.  Yes I would hope one
of you takes the royal road to pleasure between my buttocks, while the
other amuses himself between my lips, whether to completion or as a prelude
to filling again my arse again, I leave to you to decide.'

   Navy and army officers have better bodies than the commonalty of men. 
They are fit, strong and above-all proportioned.  These two were no
exception.  I lay in my satin half-shift and open-crotch satin drawers,
feeling truly submissive, and, aye, almost feminine.  The Lieutenant lay
with his cock to my arse while Major lay with his cock to my face.  I was
between the two like the meat in one of those fashionable new sandwiches!

   You will recall that in recent months my arse had known only the massive
broadsides of Captain Ives and the vigorous pounding of two eager young
boys, so it was a delicious pleasure to be taken slowly, gently,
langourously by Lieutenant Fletcher.  I felt his hands on my satin drawers,
parting my buttock cheeks, and no bridegroom could have taken his timid
bride more tenderly than he as he slipped his slender tool into me.  Longer
than most it found out the deepest recesses of my arse, sliding easily and
confidently in and out.  His lips were on the back of my neck, kissing and
murmuring, calling me 'his sweet Emma', and telling me what a good girl I
was.  His hands caressed my thighs and hips, especially the naked flesh
between my stocking-garters and my drawers.

   Major Mcpherson, too, was delicate in his attentions, placing his knob
on my lips and allowing me to take it in, moving my head till the whole of
his length was in my mouth.  Where the Lieutenant's parts were long and
slender, his companion was short and stubby, an army field mortar to the
naval cannon!  It was clear to me the Major had become excited by the
orgiastic scenes around him in the Molly House for I could taste the
precursor of what I was assured would be a rush of seed in a few moments. I
bobbed backwards and forwards until an increased urgency in the cock that
had penetrated me told me the lieutenant would come.  His tongue was in my
ear, and his hands gripped my hips.  The major was stroking my breast
through the satin shift (many men seem more in love with a 'girl's'
lingerie than with her body: not true homosexualists I assume!).  I held
his cock now lightly and as I sucked on it rubbed it, stroking his hairy
balls at the same time.  The lieutenant was coming, spilling his sedd deep
inside me, and I took just the knob of the cock between my lips, rubbing it
fast and furious with my hand.  I reached under and stroked his anus: this
tipped him over and he came, a delicious stream of smooth, silky juice into
my mouth, filling it faster than I could swallow.

   We lay a moment, they sated, me ready for more activity.  I was already
looking round the room.  I remembered where I had seen Esau: he was in fact
Adam Hodges "The Gosport Gouger", a prize-fighter.  I wanted him and his
huge weapon!

   My military lovers disengaged themselves and apologetically dressed to
take their leave.

   'It pains us Miss Fitzwarren but The Service calls.  We sail tonight for
Jamaica.'

   'I envy you your ship, Lieutenant.'

   'This peace will not last and we shall all be employed again soon.  And
I shall hope to make the acquaintance too of Lieutenant Boyton, delightful
as Miss Emma Fitzwarren is!'

   I saw the hairy arse and back of Adam Hodges disappearing into the next
room.  I slipped into my gown, and had a passing boy fasten the clasp.  (I
made a mental note that I should have that clasp replaced by one I could
negotiate myself unaided, for, yes, I had decided that I would allow Miss
Emma Fitzwarren to display her charms from time to time!)

   He was watching "Julia" being fucked by an elderly gent when I
approached him.  'A pretty little thing is she not?  But no prettier than
that boy I saw you with a few moments ago.'

   'Aye, a sweet thing, but little boy-juice in him to satisfy a great
thirst for it.'

   'I saw your bout with The salford Assassin.'

   'Aye.  But I presume you wish to be fucked?' He pulled my robe up to my
waist and grasped my cock through my drawers.  'I see you do.'

   'La, but you are direct, sir.  But I should greatly enjoy that.' I
reciprocated, holding his naked staff, and finding I could not close my
hand round even the half of it.

   'Over that bench then!' He bent me over a leather-padded bench and
ripped my drawers down.  'Excellent.  More male than female thank The
Lord.' Oil and spilled seed had already softened and lubricated my anus,
but I steeled myself for the shock of penetration by that ramrod.  I was
not disappointed as his initial thrust drew an oath from my lips and his
continued pressure stretched me as no other prick had done.  For a moment I
feared he had done me a severe mischief, but the pain soon passed and was
replaced by the familiar pleasure much enhanced by his great size and
vigour.  Nor was I disappointed in his endurance.  As a prizefighter he was
renowned for his abilility to last countless rounds in the ring, and as a
fucker he went on, and on, and on.

   'Don't you come, bitch!' A stinging slap on my buttocks, naked now,
slowed my imminent climax.  'You wait for me, whore!' Another smack from
his open hand.  'I will drink your seed once I've done in here.' Another
slap, and each time I was close to the ultimate pleasure that stinging blow
would slow me.

   At last his seed spilled into me, and he withdrew immediately, turned me
over so my back was to the bench, knelt and took me in his mouth.  My
relief was immediate and I filled his mouth and throat with my seed.

   ................................................................

   It was a dull, raining morning and the four of us were breakfasting when
my butler announced a visitor.  It was a naval officer who had ridden hard
through the night from Portsmouth.  We opened the Admiralty-sealed letters
he brought, one for Jack stanlove, one for me.

   'Yes, gentlemen.  It is war!'

   'Fetch the rum, Kofee!'

   I gave orders for the messenger's horse to be fed, watered and groomed,
and Lieutenant Roberts gratefully accepted a coffee and a plate of kidneys
and sausages.  He would not, however, join us in a glass of rum as he had
further miles to ride that morning.

   'Oceans of gore and prizes galore!' I raised my glass.

   'And death to the French!' We smiled at Julius' bloodthirsty manner.

   There was no time for passionate farewells.  Jack was to report
immediately to The Radiant, laid up in Plymouth, which he was to captain.
The first to the port would have the pick of the pressed seamen to crew
their vessel.  He went with Julius to pack their seachests for the journey.
I had more time, as I was to report to the frigate Seawitch expected in
Penzance in two weeks, to take passage to The West Indies, where I was to
be flag-lieutenant to Admiral Sir Hartley Horridge.  I was disappointed not
to have a truly active commission, but knew that the road from flag
lieutenant to Captain was neither long nor hard!  I should have my own ship
within two years as long as there was not another confounded peace.



   .....................................................  Chapter 2 :
Jamaica.

   The least said about the passage to Jamaica the better.  Though I had
Kofee with me I was unable to enjoy his company, in the carnal sense, as in
the tight confines of a frigate I had to share a cabin with two other
officers.

   After, then, a long and boring passage where I did not even have the
usual duties to fill my days, we anchored in the great harbour of Kingston.
I donned my best uniform and borrowed the Captain's cutter to report to my
new master.

   He was a tall and rangy-looking fellow on the edge of middle-age.  He
greeted me with a handshake, a pleasant smile, and a glass of lime-juice.

   'I find it best in these climes not to drink wine or anything stronger
than pressed lemon or limes until dusk, and this serves very well.'

   'It is indeed very cooling, sir.'

   'Plenty of time tomorrow to appraise you of your duties and the tactical
situation here.  The French and their allies are likely to be a confounded
nuisance again in the weeks to come.'

   'We saw them off last time, sir.'

   'We certainly did.  And then the idiot politicos gave them all their
island bases back again.  So all to do over.  But enough of that.  I have
been looking forward to meeting you.'

   'You have been without a flag-lieutenant through the peace?'

   'Yes, that too.  But I was referring to the reports I have of you.'

   'Nothing but good, I trust, sir?'

   'Nothing but good!  They said you were a handsome man, and they
understated that.  And I am very pleased to have an aide who shares my
delight in manly pleasures.' He was positively beaming now as he put his
glass down, held me by my upper arm and drew me to him.  'Yes, I have been
a long time without the special pleasure of a companion of my own race.' I
was astounded when his hand first brushed my crotch, and then, finding some
life in it, grasped my penis through my fine hose.  'And I perceive you
share my anticipation.'

   'Indeed I do, sir.' I found I was looking up at him: I am reckoned tall
but he was at least two inches above me.  Our bodies were touching
intimately now, and he lowered his face to kiss me full on my lips.  I gave
him my tongue and received his in turn.  His hand was on my cock, and I was
feeling him as well.

   'I also find the cool of the evening best for the more robust pleasures
...  I refer to buggery of course.  But a few kisses, manly caresses and
especially that of mouth and cock are very pleasant in the heat of the
afternoon.  Will you join me, lieutenant?'

   'Eagerly, sir.'

   The Admiral's bedchamber was a tall-ceilinged, spacious room that looked
as if it had changed little since its Spanish builders had left.  The great
window was flung open and gave a view across the bay of the harbour.  I
could clearly make out The Janus in which I had made passage among a host
of other naval and commercial vessels.

   'It is a busy place, Lieutenant, and will be the more so now we are at
war again.' He was swiftly disrobing, and I followed his example.  We
embraced naked by the open window, our cocks pressing together as we
kissed.

   The bed was a huge four-poster, though the curtains which would have
graced it originally in some great Spanish palace had been removed for this
tropical station.  The bedsheet was crisp, white and clean.  I lay beside
him on it, and we embraced again, hands exploring each other's bodies the
while.  I was not disappointed in him: his body was lean, but well-muscled.
I took the initiative, breaking from his clasp.  As I licked his hairless
chest his skin was silky and tasted of salt.  His nipple hardened between
my lips, and he groaned as I rolled the other nipple between my thumb and
forefinger.  These were hairless too, and I realised with a shock that all
body hair had been removed, even to that under his armpits.  Down now,
tracing the line of his body with the tip of my tongue.  I caressed his
hips with both hands as I traced the circle of his navel with my tongue. 
He groaned agin as I licked into it.

   'I cannot call you Lieutenant here.  May I call you David?'

   'That would give me great pleasure, sir, but I prefer Davey.'

   'Davey it is then, and abed you must call me Hartley.'

   'Thank you, sir.  I mean Hartley.  But only when abed.'

   'Of course.' And again that moan as my tongue tickled his completely
hairless balls.  I took one into my mouth, and then popped it out again. 
His cock was dribbling in its excitement, and I licked the salty juice from
the end before slipping its red helmet between my lips.  He had a good cock
for fucking, broader at the base than at the tip, wedge-shaped and
promising great pleasure when embedded in a willing bottom-hole.

   He groaned, and pulled me from his cock: the white shaft twitched in
protest as I removed my lips.  We kissed mouth-to-mouth again.

   'I can taste my juice on your lips, Davey.'

   His turn now to explore my young body, and I lay back while he tongued
my neck, my breast, my navel and at last my balls and cock.  All the while
he whispered his appreciation of my muscular form and toned body.

   As soon as I felt his mouth close around my shaft I moved on the bed,
without dislodging him from his voluptuous occupation, and positioned
myself beside, my face nestling against his balls.  His cock dripped juices
onto my face, and I licked them from my lips.  Time now!  And I took his
shaft into my mouth.  We lay, bodies entangled, arms hugging and fingers
kneading caressing, but most of all our lips and tongues busy whipping up a
fury of lust in each other.  He rolled over on top of me and was furiously
fucking my mouth.  I rolled again and was on top of him fucking.  Over
again, and he was on top.  I sensed he was close to the moment of ultimate
pleasure, and flickered my tongue up and down his shaft as he moved it in
and out my mouth with thrusts from his powerful hips.  He was close, and I
found out his anus with my index finger tip-tapping at it.  This was too
much for him and he filled my mouth with his slippery, silky, salty seed.
As ever, the taste and feel of a man's tribute to my beauty was too much
for me and I too spilled into his mouth with great spurts of my manhood.

   Later we lay propped against the pillows, looking across the room at the
bay beyond, temporarily sated.

   'It was Captain Fallon who first brought you to my attention, Davey.'

   'Then I am grateful to him, Hartley.'

   'Yes, he said you had the most perfect body he had ever seen in a young
man.  And he was correct.  You are very handsome.  And I, of course, was
only too aware of the limitations of my friend Joshua's sexual habits.  If
he praised you, then you must have been willing to submit to his almost
brutal attentions.'

   'I did so with ever-increasing pleasure, Hartley.'

   'But I was looking for a Lieutenant with, how shall I describe it?  A
Lieutenant with all-round accomplishments, and it was your friend Jack
Stanlove who described life at your country seat, and especially your skill
in fellation.  I might add that he did not exaggerate.  I enjoyed that
sucking just now as much as any I have ever had.'

   'You are too kind.'

   'And when his boy, Julius, added, laying on this very bed, that you were
a vigourous and effective fucker of male arses I was nearly convinced you
were for the position.'

   'Nearly?'

   'Nearly, Davey.  I was finally convinced when John Fletcher and his
companion Major Mcpherson told me of the vist to a Portsmouth Molly House.
I really can't wait to make the acquaintance of the lovely and talented
Miss Emma Fitzwarren.'

   'I have her wig and satins in my sea-chest.'

   'My dear boy!  I see it is becoming dusk.' He left the bed and struck a
brass gong by the window, returning as the door opened.

   The servant was huge, a great muscular negro clad only in Turkish style
trousers made of some gold silk fabric.  The rest of him was naked, feet
too, and as he walked lightly as a cat ...  or a panther ...  the
shimmering silk covered little of his shape; and I could well imagine
massive thighs to match that barrel chest.  He, too, was hairless, and even
his head was shaven.  He glowed, skin oiled, in the light of the lamp he
carried.  In his other great black paw a bottle and two glasses.  I could
see his eyes narrow as he looked at us naked on the bed: in that moment I
knew he too was of the homosexualist persuasion and my heart beat stronger
at the thought of submission to that immense frame.

   He had opened the bottle, and merely poured two glasses, handing one to
each of us before taking his leave.  I had, of course, become inured to
being naked in the presence of my servant Kofee, and there seemed nothing
strange in the situation.

   'Time to recharge our forces, Davey.  This is a good claret, captured
from a Frenchie.  We'll be able to replenish the cellar again with the
war.'

   'I notice you remove all your body hair, Hartley.'

   'And you wonder why?  Well Primo for aesthetic reasons.  I hold the most
beautiful male to be a boy of about thirteen, no longer a child but lacking
yet the body hair of an adult.  We can no longer aspire to that soft
innocence, but the removal of the hair creates something of an illusion. 
Also, my dear Davey, I must admit to some grey hairs, and that offends my
vanity.  Secondo I believe the cock and stones appear greater when the
shaft is shaven, and that, too, is a subject of vanity.  And Tertio, in the
tropics that hair is a common source of skin disease which is damn
difficult to cure once established.'

   'I like it shaven and naked, Hartley.' I had drained my glass and laid
it by, laying with my face on his hairless belly, nose touching his cock.
'I think it very handsome.  Do you think I should remove mine?'

   He raised me level with him again and ran his fingers through my pubic
curls.  I believe you should remove all hair here, and here.' His hands ran
over my balls, and under me between the cheeks of my buttocks.  'And your
chest, belly and underarm hair, but leave a triangle here, where the curls
are so golden and beautiful.' He traced the shape of a triangle at on my
belly at the base of my cock, which was beginning to harden again.  'My
barber will do it for you.  He uses a linen impregnated with wax for most,
and the razor only on a few intractable parts.  It is painful, but not as
much as this was.' He traced the two inch blue scar of a cutlass stroke,
one of my several healed wounds.  'It would greatly enhance my pleasure in
your body, Davey.'

   'Then I shall do it, Hartley.'

   'I see we are our gallant selves again, Davey.  I should like you to
bugger me.'

   'Then I shall, but on condition you immediately fuck me after.'

   And so it was that the Admiral knelt before the Lieutenant!  And a
pretty enough picture it was for he had kept his youthful body into middle
age, and certainly my cock was eager for those lean and muscular buttocks.
I parted them, and was struck with the beauty of the naked and hairless
arsehole: it could have been that of one of my favourite fourteen year old
boys, puckered and light brown.  I was drawn to kiss it and lick with the
point of my tongue.  His skin was smooth and silky to my cheek.  He groaned
and wriggled his hipslike any tuppeny whore inviting penetration.  But he
was impatient.

   'There is oil in the flask there.'

   The scent of lavender rose as the oil met his warm flesh and so it was
with memories of hot summer days with Jack and the others that I rubbed my
knob over his arsehole, and with a gentle push enterred him.  It slid in
easily, until I rested against those so-desirable buttocks.

   'Hard, now, Davey.  No quarter!'

   I gave him what he wanted and the room echoed with the sound of the
slaps as my thighs met his arse.  I could swear I heard giggles behind the
great mahogany doors but ignored them.  These great houses had eyes and
ears at every keyhole.  Even in my own Hartshorn the sexual life of their
master would have been no mystery to his servants!  Because I had emptied
my balls into his mouth scarcely an hour before this was a long and
thorough fucking.  I was worried he might spill his seed into the pillows
on which he was now laying, having collapsed from the kneeling position
under the weight of my assault.

   'Don't you spend, Hartley.  I want you after.'

   'I shall hold back Davey, But you are advised to complete soon.  The
pleasure is so great I might lose myself in it.'

   I gave him the full weight of my body, pressing him down into the
mattress.  Working ever faster and more desperately, I shagged him using my
hips.  I managed to slide hands beneath him and grasped a nipple in each. I
kissed his back and tweaked them brutally.  He squealed, and I came, a
mighty spend, pouring hot juices deep inside him.

   He wanted another glass before having me, but I insisted, and took up
the same kneeling position.  I was correct about his cock: the wedge shape
gave the most interesting sensations.  Indeed, as he fucked me, that broad
shaft stretching my anus, and the sharp little helmet finding out the seat
of my masculine joy, my cock hardened slightly.  But I had shagged him too
thoroughly, aroused his passion too completely, and though fast and furious
the fucking was brief before he came.

   We wiped each other on towels and drank a further glass of claret in
silence, myself musing on my good fortune in finding a Station with such
pleasurable side-benefits.

   'Two weeks from today I shall have a conference of my Captains, Davey.
It is a necessary interruption of their patrolling and other duties, but I
must admit I hold these regularly as an opportunity to give one of my
little parties ...  soirees the French would call them.'

   'Business and then pleasure ...'

   'Exactly, Davey.  And you will meet some old friends.  Jack Stanlove and
his boy Julius.  Lieutenant Fletcher and Major Mcpherson.  Joshua Fallon of
course, and several other officers who share our delight in masculine
frolics.  If we are lucky some of the officers will have seduced pretty
midshipmen for our jolly group, and they really can be lively company.  A
few drinks down a fourteen year old, and they become utter angels as I'm
sure you know.  Have you met Lieutenant Bates?'

   'Of The Vengeance'.

   'The very same.'

   I was amazed.  I had always regarded Harry Bates as the most repressed,
god-fearing, christianising, bible-toting bore imagineable.  Handsome with
his sensuous lips and smouldering dark eyes.  But utterly respectable.

   'Never fails to excite us, Harry Bates.  Oh Dear Yes!  He likes to be
strung up from the ceiling and whipped.  I get Samson to do that.  You saw
Samson just now.  Brought us the lamp and drinks.  The more he's whipped
the harder he gets.  It's a silk whip of course, not the real thing.  And
we all have a bit of his arse on the way.  Great fun.  And several other
officers who make up our little 'band of brothers.'

   'My word!'

   'I have a sudden fancy, Davey.' He laughed and put an arm round my
shoulder.  'It would amuse the party to meet the lovely Emma Fitzwarren.'

   'I should be happy, Hartley.  She has not seen the light of day these
three months, and I truly enjoy becoming feminine.'

   'We shall dress you as a bride.  And Samson as the groom.  You shall be
married in a brief ceremony by The Bishop (yes, he too is a homosexualist
and of our coven).  Then Samson shall take his bride's virginity.  A pretty
conceit?'

   'I hope I can accommodate his weapon...I assume he is huge.'

   'No larger, I'll wager, than the Gosport Gouger.  Aye, I've heard of
that exploit.  But I see you are getting hard again, as indeed I am too. 
Do you enjoy black boys, Davey?'

   'I do.  Indeed my personal servant, Kofee, is a freed slave.  He is an
accomplished lover as well as a good servant.  You will have to try him,
Hartley.  Lovely little-boy silken arse on him.'

   'I shall.  All the servants here are available to you, Davey, and all
are willing lads.'

   He rang a bell by the bed, and the doors opened to reveal the source of
the giggles I had heard earlier.  They were very pretty, both of them, skin
scarcely darker than an Essex country boy in summer, but their hair gave
away their negro ancestry.  Identical, naked except fror little gold poches
of the same satin that Samson had worn, and wide grins on their faces.

   'These are Japhet and Nathan.  They are from the Gold Coast.  My little
twins.  Their grandmother was fucked by a Portuguese priest out there, and
fifteen years later the rogue shagged their mother.  So they are one
quarter black, three quarters white papist!  And lovely, don't you think?'

   One of them (even after months I could not tell one from the other) had
nestled beside me on the bed, hugging me and handling my cock, now like a
winged steel bar.  I felt for his cock and found it hard beneath the satin.
The little gold bows at the sides of his pouch just demanded to be opened,
and I pulled at each of the satin ribbons.....



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   A note from the editor of this manuscript: "The memoire concludes here
and posterity has been denied the full history of this heroic lover.  We
understand from Sir Julius Tremayne who was present at that sad occasion,
that Sir David Boyton died on his eightieth birthday, as customary at his
anniversary parties attired as 'Miss Emma Fitzwarren." As Sir Julius put
it, 'The old fellow just came, and then went.' At least he died contented
..."

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