The Sailor's Stories

1017 Chapter seventeen – The Sailor’s Awakening.

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“FUCK!” This day had gone from bad to worse! Mrs. Gobel and then Mr. Hooper, Thank god school was over for another day. He loved economics, and was pretty good at it too, but Mrs. Gobel was a hard task master. Then to top it off, science, he actually liked  Mr. Hooper, but science was his worst subject. He tried very hard though, knowing that if he wanted to be a pilot, he at least needed good scores in physics. Though the test that day had proved, his attempts in that area were not going at all well. Still at least he had the weekend to look forward too.

Science class was at the back of the school, and he had decided that his anger was too strong to meet his friends on the way, so he took side route to the gates. He was almost there, and had just rounded the corner of the English block, when he came upon a sight that was becoming all to familiar. He felt his rage build to a soaring peak, as he watched three of the schools worst bullies, picking on the one person outside his family that he knew he would die for. It didn’t take long, for the scene to sink in, the three had the small boy cornered, and were going for the prize…

“Come on fagboy…, we know you love sucking cock…, just a quick one…, we promise we won’t tell.”

“NO! I’m not a fag…, just leave me alone!”

The tears were evident, but the blood was worse. At some point during this altercation the small dark haired boy, had obviously received a beating. Coming back to my senses, the rage only just subsiding, enough to think a little clearer, I stepped a little closer, and made my presence known…

“Thompson, you skinny fuckhead…, you have roughly the time it takes to think, to get out of here, before I visit the wrath of GOD ON YOUR SCRAWY ASS!”

“FUCK YOU TREVALLIAN…, you gotta learn to share!”

That was all I needed to hear. Sam Thompson was not small by any stretch of the imagination, but was also not as stupid, as I had given him credit for. Though he was one of the worst kinds of bully, I was well known through school as not someone to be pushed to far. I had never stood down from a fight, though I had never started one, and I never lost. It was also well known, that I hated bullies. As such I took some perverse pleasure, as I buried my balled fist into the side of his face. I don’t think he knew what hit him, or at least the speed with which I could move, and the force I could put behind that fist. Neither did the two other ‘Braves’ it seemed, as in their panic at the rapid change, to the immediate power struggle, they quickly picked him up and scarpered

Mark fully broke down at that point sinking to his knees, sobbing into the hands covering his sixteen year old face. My rage dissipated like the snap ending of a summer storm as I went to him. Dropping to my own knees I pulled him into me. He wrapped his arms around my neck and began to sob into my chest. After several minutes the sobs started to let up….

“What the hell happened…, why were you back here with those assholes?”

“Do you think I wanted to be?”

The hurt in his voice was evident, and most unappealing. I gripped him tighter, and pulled him into my lap. He was still that much smaller than I, even then…

“Of course not…, but I still want to know what happened.”

“I was waiting for you over by the tables. When you didn’t come, I thought you might be taking the back way, so headed here to cut you off….”

“It’s ok buddy…, I’m here now…” I said, soothingly as I felt him starting to cry again.

“… Then as I came round the corner I bumped into Sean Evans, and he punched me…, then Sam said that I had to say sorry…, for making him punch me…., I did, but he said I had to say it to his dick…”

“What the fuck?”

“Yeah well, he started in on me then, kept saying I was queer, and a homo and shit like that…, said he bet that I had a good…, mouth…, then Casey said, that he bet I had a tight pussy as well”

Those last words came out in a sob filled stutter. My rage soared again, at the humiliation inflicted on my friend, and the worse that could have happened. As the tears flowed, I held him tighter still…

“All the time it was happening, I was just praying that you were coming this way…, I knew I couldn’t fight them off…, well…, not all of them anyways…, and then you were there. I can’t tell you how it felt when you came round that corner…”

He looked up into my eyes…, I had a few tears there myself, though mostly from the anger and frustration,  of not being there to better protect my friend. I was ashamed that this had happened to him. I wasn’t really a fighter, though I was good at it, and everyone knew it no less. I vowed to myself, that those three would pay dearly for what they had had planned.

“My knight in shining armour.” He said, as he smiled that cute smile, raising his soft hand gently to my face, and wiped away my tears.

“Come on.” I said, as I pulled him to his feet, “Let’s get you home.”

Later that night, I was lying in my bed, miles away from sleep. I was still too angry…, this wasn’t the first time, that I had had to pull that boy’s ass out of the fire. As I lay there fuming, I realized that it probably wasn’t going to be the last either. Truth be told though, I knew I would not shy away from it…, I also knew that I wasn’t happy about it. I wasn’t getting sleep any time soon, so I got up and threw on some jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie. Tip toeing down the stairs, I made my way outside, before I put on my shoes. I started walking.

About a half hour later, I found myself standing at the base of the old elm…, funny thing…, I realised, as I had started walking in the opposite direction. I looked down at the far end of the house, and saw that Mr. and Mrs. Fredrickson’s bedroom light was off. So looking up at his window, seeing that it was slightly open…, I climbed the tree and made my way into Mark’s room. He had been asleep, but woke quickly as the window came up. I had been intending to just talk to him, about what his antics at school had lead too. But looking down at those eyes…, those eyes that beamed with love, I found myself slowly stripping down to my boxers. As he lifted the covers, I slid in beside him. He rolled onto his side, backing up against me. I just slid my arm over his chest, and we drifted off to sleep

I came to wakefulness at 0615…, I knew it was 0615, because my arm was resting on my eyes, and when they opened slowly my watch was right there. Waking up that morning was not at all unpleasant, I realised feeling something warm and wet just below my tummy. I bolted upright, as my cock was enveloped…

“What the fuck dude…, can’t you at least wait till I’m awake?”

I looked down at the mischievous visage of my best friend, as he slowly but purposefully attempted to suck the skin right off my aching member. As I fell back, my head hitting the pillows, I heard a distinctive slurp and a slight pop, as Mark came off my dick…

“Want me to stop?”

I just reached down, slid my hand threw the soft messed up dark hair, and gently pulled his head back down. I had to admit, that I could get used to this kind of ‘wake up’. I was still thinking this, as he once again slid his mouth off my cock, sliding his warm wet tongue down the very sensitive underside, and proceeded to bathe my balls, that had pulled up slightly in anticipation of release. I felt his tongue bath stop for a moment, then heard a slow quiet kinda slurpy noise, before his mouth once again went back to it’s work. I was beginning to thoroughly get into it, when I felt a slick something, and a slight pressure on my hole. Before I could even register it, I felt something hard enter me… WHAT THE FUCK!?

“What are you doing!”

“Shh…, just go with it.”

The shock of it startled me, but I soon found that it was not at all unpleasant…, though certainly weird. I got over the weirdness pretty quickly though, as I felt him do something inside…


That just sent fire through my whole body, as I exploded with repeated shots down his waiting throat.  Still coming down, from my unexpected high, Mark slowly began to make his way up my body. He licked and kissed his way up, stopping to briefly tease and suckle on my hard nipples, before he found my mouth. Now lying against me, I could feel how hard he was. He must have really enjoyed that, I thought, as his tongue slowly tickled the tip of mine.

Still locked in our kiss, and the exploration of our mouths, I felt him start to grind against me. He was slow and purposeful, though as always, gentle. His strokes slowed a little, and I could feel the head going a little lower each time, until it slipped completely below my balls and began pressing into my crack. Our lips broke apart then, and he looked at me a little shocked…, then that mischievous grin appeared again…

“Can I?”

I just looked at him, the grin on his face at war, with the trepidation in his eyes. I just nodded my head, and closed my eyes.

CHRIST! I screamed, in my head, as his head popped in, and the shaft slowly followed. The pain was intense, but I soon got used to it, as he slid into a gentle, loving, steady rhythm….

…. Bolting upright in bed, I struggled to make sense of what the hell was going on. I was again drenched in sweat. My hand shot down to the growing warm wet patch, between my legs…

“Holy Shit…, that was intense!”

I looked down at my lap, and was amazed to see the sticky mess there. Fuck I haven’t had one of those since I was a kid! I threw back the covers, and climbed out of bed to clean off. Looking over at the clock, I saw 0615…, Weird.

I grabbed a pair of dirty boxers from the hamper, and wiped myself off. Then, still naked, I padded into my bathroom. The face I saw in the mirror was peaky and flushed, but I couldn’t help but notice the smile. As the memories of what had just happened, flooded through my worn out mind, I started to realize what it was…, my first time. I let my mind drift back to that time, as it slowly rebuilt itself. My life had really changed at that point, no longer were we just boys experimenting, we were now so much more. I remembered how scared that made me. I never told him about it, though somehow I think he knew. We didn’t do anything for a while after that, I think we both needed time to sort it out in our heads.  I definitely like these dreams better! I thought, as I turned the shower on and stepped inside.

It was still dark outside, when I got out of the shower. So I pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and made my way downstairs. As I was about to step out the door, having just slid on a pair of running shoes, I heard someone coming down behind me. I looked up into the smiling face of Corey…

“Want some company?”

“Sure thing kiddo…, if you’re up for it?”

“I meant what I said…, I’m not leaving you alone.”

He smiled, as he passed by me, on his way through the door. We ran for a good long time, not saying anything. He stayed right at my side, keeping a good pace, though content to let me lead. It was not long before we were at the cobbled path, I stopped as I looked up at the sun cresting it’s way up over the ridge…

“Hey Uncle Cam, why’ve you stopped? We still have a few miles left…”

“Look at it Corey…, how could you just run past and miss this?”

He jogged back to where I was standing, and without a word, I stepped off the path and sat on the damp grass. Taking his cue from me, Corey followed.

“Uncle Cam?”

“Shh.., let’s just sit quiet…, and enjoy the moment.”


Written by bigct/Octavius

December 7, 2009 at 15:21

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  1. I love the way you tricked me into at first thinking that it was one of the boys at the beginning, but as soon as I read the name Mark, I knew. I loved the way you blended the past into the present. Great chapter as usual. I love the shifting of gears, you have done with the story.

    Awesome as usual, mate!


    December 8, 2009 at 11:08



    December 9, 2009 at 06:00

  3. i will second that.


    January 26, 2014 at 02:47

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