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Subject: 1812 Around the World Historical (b/M)Warning: This
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davmay699icqmail.com. 1812 around the World By Dave My name is Paul
but I am known as Pollywog. My father signed me onto a Boston
Clipper ship as a ship's boy, when I was eight years old. The
skipper was an old family friend. I was to serve six years. At the
end of my training I would become a junior officer on a merchant
ship. My mother packed my duffel bag and saw me off on my first
voyage with all the tearful good buys because she knew that it
would be two or more years before I would be home. It was a cold
windy morning when the skipper gave the order to single up all
lines and set sails. Then as the sails filled with wind he gave the
order to cast off all lines. The canvas popped and fluttered and
the ropes creaked under the strain. Linseed oil dripped from the
riggings to soil our clothes. The boatswains-mates used their heavy
rope persuaders to drive the new crewmembers up the rigging faster.
Even the six young apprentices were driven up the rigging to haul
out more canvas. It was both frightening and thrilling to be more
than a hundred feet above the decks looking back at the harbor,
trying to see if my mother and father were still on the dock. Our
ship was in the golden triangle trade. We were taking lumber and
furs to England. From England we would sail to the West Coast of
Africa with guns and irons to pick up black slaves. From Africa we
would sail back across the Atlantic to the West Indies where slaves
would be traded for rum. The ship would sail north to ports in
Georgia, Virginia and South Carolina, where the rest of the slaves
would be sold. The northern states were still trying to enter the
industrial and textile business so the hold was filled with raw
cotton. When we got home the investors were paid off and the crew
was paid. If you didn't have to replace to many clothes that the
price was deducted you got a percentage of the profit. The six of
us young boys were billeted in a cabin away from the ship's crew.
We were a wild and messy group. The youngest was seven and the
oldest was fourteen. He bullies the rest of us. Billy was the
youngest one and an orphan. In the vernacular of the time, he was a
son of a gun. A loose woman in the port and a sailor probably
conceived him between the ship's guns. That is where name son of a
gun came from. We had to learn the name of every rope in the
rigging and what it did. At night before bed we had to study the
mathematics of navigation. We had a lot of work to do. Any time we
were not on watch we had to study. I found the port of Portsmouth,
England very exciting. The crew got drunk and brought local women
abroad. I saw all kinds of sex in the crews quarters. The place
smells of rum and sweating bodies as the ladies were fucked in the
hammocks. The day we were fixing to leave for Africa the ships
Boatswain came down to the crews quarters and called out to
heave-out and trice-up. He then said, "Show a leg!" From a lot of
hammocks the unmistakable leg of a woman was exposed out of the
hammocks. He passed those hammocks and used the rope persuader to
swat the bottom of the hammock to get the men up. The rest were
given an extra fifteen minutes. The ladies were allowed a little
time to themselves to dress and say their good- byes. Then all
hands were at their stations as we left port. The crew was looking
back at the women on the docks just like they had done when we left
home. I learned a lot quickly. The ships carpenter liked boys. If I
wanted to hide out sometimes all I had to do is visit the carpentry
shop. I loved the smell of fresh cut wood. It reminded me of home.
The carpenter would back me into the back of his work place and
pull my pants down and suck my penis. I would masturbate him until
he would shoot his cum on the deck. When we arrived off the coast
of Africa we dropped anchor. The long boats were lowered away. They
rowed for the beach and the captain bartered with the black Muslims
for the black men and women they had rounded up from the interior.
They were rowed back to the ship and brought on aboard ship. The
crew had a bilge pump on deck so they could pump salt water up to
wash them down. I felt sorry for them because they were either
crying or quiet as if they were walking dead. Those that had open
wounds from
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order of rank from captain, first mate, ships pilot, ships
boatswain selected black women that would be their bedmate until
they were sold in the southern states. The rest were chained below
decks. When the ship weighed anchor and got underway. The blacks
below decks all got sick. The decks smelled of puke and the slop
buckets would over flow and the decks would get slippery with puke,
shit, piss and split food. The stench from the hold was so bad that
you wanted to keep the wind at your back all the time. The captain
saw to it that they were brought up on deck when weather permitted
so their wounds could be treated and the crew could hose down the
lower decks. They washed all the filth out of the scuppers. Just
the same the hold stank all the time. When it was my turn to pull
mess duty I would deliver meals to the captains cabin. The black
girl he kept there was naked. One time when I knocked on his cabin
hatch and was told to come in, he was fucking her from behind like
an animal. Just the same no one was happier to see the last of them
off the ship than me. I don't care how much disinfectant was in the
soapy water the stink stayed with the ship. When the hold was dry
it was filled with cotton and tobacco. When we reached Boston I was
a veteran seaman of ten. I was thrilled to see home and eat a
rounded meal. In a month I had put on at least twenty pounds. When
I reported back to the ship my pants cuffs were a good six inches
above
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half way to England a British Man of War stopped us on the high
seas. The First Officer boarded our ship with a group of Marines
and seamen. They insisted that the crew muster on deck. The
arrogant office walked down the ranks inspecting the crew. When he
found one that was healthy and with strong callused hands, he would
pull him out of line. If the man resisted he was gun-butted by a
Marine. When he got the Ship's boys I told him he had no right to
impress American seamen. He laughed at me and pulled me out of line
and said, "Lets see how pour young colonial sea-lawyer like
His-Majesties-Royal-Navy. I was shoved over the side. With that the
ship sailed south. All the ship's boys and power-monkey's were
forward. There were the usual bullies there. The routine was much
the same for me. Only now I was a power monkey when the guns were
manned. At first I had no idea where the ship was going. We just
sailed south across the equator. This time I was not a pollywog. I
was a shellback and got to initiate the men crossing the equator
for the first time. My skills at navigation put me in good stead
with the First Officer. He even seemed to like me in his way. He
ordered me to report to his stateroom when I was not on watch. His
stateroom was a little cramped. It had a desk built into the
bulkhead with an oil lantern suspended so that it could swing
freely with the motion of the ship. There were cubbyholes for maps
and charts. His luggage was made so that it stacked on top of each
other and all drawers were made so that they would not open with
the rocking of the ship. Like all officers of the fleet his bunk
was a rectangular box with matching head and footboards. They were
chained to an overhead beam so the bunk could swing freely with the
ship. Should the need arise to return a dead officer home the ships
carpenter would place the officer in the box and make a lid for the
box and seal it with pitch. To lighten up the fact the all officers
sleep in they're own coffins their mothers, girlfriends, mistresses
or wives make drapes to hang over the head and footboards with
embroidery of things to remind them of home. The boards had holes
centered in them with a dowel running the length of the box to
drape the cloth over and in the South Seas where they would anchor
in fly and mosquito infested bays light netting could be draped to
protect the officers. He took to tutoring me in his cabin. When I
made mistakes he saw to it that I had to ride the canon to be
caned. That meant that after morning muster and the daily orders
were read I had to straddle the barrel of a deck cannon with my
chin resting on the power-hole of the breach. Then the boatswain
mate was told how many times to strike my ass with the bamboo Cain.
Before any of my lessons were over he would open the front of his
britches and stuff my mouth with his cock. The foreskin would slide
back and the silken head would touch the back of my throat.
Heaven-help me if any cum got on his britches. He took to having me
sleep in his swinging bunk. He used some oil to lube my asshole
before he fucked me. In time he didn't need to even lube my hole
first. When the Captain invited him to eat with him, I was dressed
in my best Ship's boy uniform and had to stand behind him to serve
him. The First Officer would be dressed in his best uniform too.
The Captain was a large man. I figured he was at least fifty-two
inches around his girth. His belly was so big that sitting in his
chair you could not even see his cock bulge in his britches. When
the offices were excused, he told me to stay. I was in fear of what
he wanted from me. When we were alone, he said,
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Sir!" I said. He said, "How would you like to work with the ships
sailing master from now on." I was thrilled that I would not have
to pull the work details other than my turn on watch in the
rigging. "Thank you! My lord." I gushed. The captain stood up and
walked around me. He ran his fat fingers over my uniform gently.
When he was behind me he reached around my waist and felt my young
cock as it got hard. He asked me to help him out of his uniform. I
took the jacket and folded it up to place in his sea chest. Then as
he untied his cravat I folded it and stowed it. The Captain removed
the braces holding up his britches and unbuttoned the sleeves of
his shirt and the buttons down the front. I took it off over his
head and stowed it away. The Captain sat in his chair and I
straddled his leg to pull his boots off. He put his other foot on
my butt to push me away as I pulled the boot off. When he offered
the other foot he used his big toe to poke my butt-hole. When he
stood up I had to unlace the legs of his britches. Then I
unbuttoned his britches from my kneeling position. As I peeled them
over his butt and down his legs, I looked for his cock. It was a
respectable looking cock hanging limply between his legs. The
scrotum hung low too. The left testicle hung much lower than the
right one, in its loose sack. The Captain may have been bald on top
of his head and on his prodigious belly. But the rest of his body
had plenty of hair. He reminded me of the hand carved Pre Teen
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as a souvenir, when he sat on his bunk and crossed his
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me. When I was totally naked he took hold of my cock and milked it
until my cock was stiff. He pulled me closer and took my cock in
his mouth and sucked me. He stopped short of sucking me to a
climax. He laid me face down over the rounded top of his sea chest.
It took some effort on his part to get his belly out of the way
enough to guide his cock into my asshole. The ships rocking helped
him fuck me. I actually climaxed on the top of the sea chest before
the captain shot his wad in my bowel. When he was done he wiped my
ass and took me to his swinging bunk. From that night for the rest
of the voyage I was the captains private plaything. When I was not
on duty with the sailing master I was cleaning up after the captain
or milking his cock dry with my mouth or ass. When the ship went
around the Cape of Good Hope everyone on board was sick until we
pulled into port in Chile. We took on fresh water and anything
eatable. Chile being Spanish we had to anchor in a port far from
any Spanish settlement. We spent a week repairing the sails and
rigging. We took the time to re-caulk the ship while landing
parties foraged for food and water. We sailed on a course that took
us to Tahiti the crew enjoyed the hospitality of the native women
to the fullest. To that natives being a large man is a make of
royalty. The captain was offered a royal teenager as his bride
while we were there. In their culture a girl is not fit to marry
until she has had several healthy children. So, my captain was
given a round- faced, dark skinned girl not much older than me. She
was a little frightened by the white skinned man with the white
whisker on the side of his face. Because of his weight he would lay
on his back and she would squat over his waist and fuck herself on
his cock. When the captain was not around she would pull my cock
out of my britches and either suck me or guide my cock into her
cunt for a quick fuck. She knew I was the captain's boy and was not
disturbed by it. They assumed that I would be a great captain
someday. We sailed for New Zealand and Sydney after that. In both
ports we delivered mail and picked up mail for England. Seamen were
replaced for those that had died along the way. If the food didn't
kill them the harsh discipline did. For minor offences 100 to 300
lashes with the cat of nine tails were meted out. The boatswains
mate put lead pellets on the strands of the cat for better weight
and he dunked the cat in a bucket of salt water after each lash so
the strands would not get clogged with flesh and blood. The two
most popular capital punishments were hanging the prisoner in irons
from the bow-sprint with a knife a ration of bread and water. The
crew would make bets on if he would starve to death or cut the rope
and drown. The second one was to tie him hand and foot, then pass
the line under the bow. The ship's crew would haul away on one
line, pulling him under the keel. The other line was hauled in
dragging him back under the ship. The barnacles growing on the hull
cut them to shreds. Again the crew bet on where he would die of
drowning of a shark would get him. If a man on board forced himself
on a shipmate that was punishable by death. But if one of the
boatswain mates or an officer took a fancy to you it was wise to
service them anyway they wanted. The other ship's boys were jealous
of me and I had to watch my back around them. On the other hand the
sailing master also like me. At night when I was standing watch at
the helm with him he would teach me navigation and have me sit on
the deck behind the compass stand and he would pull his cock out
and I would suck him until he could not stand to cum one more time.
The ship sailed on to Singapore, Siam, and Indian. We went from
India around Cape Horn. By the time
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fourteen I was elevated to Midshipman in His Majesties Royal Navy.
When the ship arrived back in England I found out that the war of
1812 was over. I had to find a ship headed to America some way. I
found a merchant ship headed for Quebec and asked the captain if he
could use another mate. He wanted to know what I could do for him.
I told him I was a sailing master. He drew a line of a harbor in
the dust on the table and gave me a latitude and asked me where is
that? I looked at the drawing and said, "That is close to the same
latitude as both Sato Domingo and Kingston. They are both south
facing harbors but based on your outline I would say it is
Kingston, Jamaica." He smiles and asked, "If you are four weeks out
of this port and you are at latitude 61 degrees 30 minutes, what
would you expect to see?" I responded, "Given the speed of your
ship and the time of year, you would be about 30 minutes south of
Iceland. You would be about a few weeks from Newfoundland. The only
thing you might see is a iceberg." The captain said, "I can use you
young man, but the ship will be inspected for deserters before we
leave port." I simple told him, "Sail without me." And placed my
finger next to my nose. The captain gave me a puzzled look and took
another drink of his rum. He was an unsavory character. I knew
better than to trust him. He just might turn me in for a reward. I
found an Irishman that was a dory fisherman. Knowing he would have
no love for Englishmen I made arrangements with him to sail out of
port a day before the merchant ship. We positioned ourselves so
that we would intercept the ship three days out of port. When we
secured a line to the ship I paid the fisherman and boarded the
ship. The captain had a good laugh at the way I managed to avoid
the inspection. Being a sailing master for the voyage placed me
second only to the first mate. I was introduced to him and he
accompanied me to his quarters here he told me to stow my sea bag.
I was to share his stateroom on the voyage. He was a gruff voiced
Scotsman, but he was friendly enough. His name was James. He told
me he thought they were going to have to sail the whole voyage with
just him and the captain doing the navigation. He looked me over
and told me I was young looking to be a ship's master. I told him
about sailing from Boston at the age of eight and being pressed
into the Royal Navy on my second voyage. That I had sailed around
the world, and been elevated to a Midshipman by the time I was
fourteen. It was a tightly run ship but fair. The captain had all
the ship's officers eat mess in his stateroom. It was a friendly
time filled with good humor and joking. The captain was not only
the third navigator he was the ship's doctor too. He didn't get
much rest. He had to treat ailments and emerges to the crew as they
happened.
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a boatswain persuader, he was judge. Punishment was swift. His
trump card for discipline was that if they were too troublesome, he
would toss them overboard. They knew that they would be dead from
the cold in just moments of hitting the water. As the first mate
and I grew to know each other better, James became more familiar
with me. When we were in the cabin together he sat around in the
nude more. I found him attractive. His sandy blonde hair was curly
and his body was covered with sandy hair. His face was etched from
long hours standing watch with salt spray in his face. His beard
was trimmed fashionably to protect his face from the sun. He had
worked his way up the ranks to first mate so he still had a trim
body from working high in the rigging and his hands were callused.
He could just about sand wood with the palms of his hands. When he
sat in his swinging bunt his feet dangling off the deck he would
casually lift his loose scrotum sack and pull it up between his
legs. His cock was uncut. It would hang loosely between his legs
like a lip sausage. I wanted to taste him, but chose to let him let
me know if he wanted that kind of sex. One night as I was getting
ready to turn in, I walked past him and he reached out and felt my
ass. I got a hard-on right away. James complemented me on my tool
and wrapped his hand around it. I stood there with my legs spread a
little, so he could play with my cock and scrotum all he wanted.
When he stood up I took hold of his cock and milked him to full
erection. When his cock was at its size the foreskin only covered
half the head. I knelled before him and took all of his cock into
my mouth and ran my tongue under the foreskin to taste the
headcheese. He jerked when I did that. I guess it either hurt
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under his foreskin. When he fucked my face I drank all his cum,
like the pro I was. James pulled his limp dick out
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me and kissed me as he rubbed his beard on my face. He was feeling
my cock at the same time. He asked me, "Do you prefer mouth or
man-cunt?" I said, "Man cunt sounds good to me, right now." James
led me by my cock to his sea chest and he laid face down over it
and guided my cock into his asshole. He only winced when my cock
pulled a couple of hairs that ringed his anus. I buried my shaft
deep into his ass in one slow thrust. To save effort I allowed the
rolling of the ship to set my pace. My cock deep in on the port
roll and almost all the way out on the starboard roll. James was
moaning like a tavern winch as I fucked his ass. When I came and
pulled out of him, his asshole stayed open and I saw inside his ass
as cum dripped out and down the side of the sea chest. After that
night we were regular bunkmates. The rest of the voyage was hard
staying awake on watch after James milked me dry. We made the
crossing in good time. As we were sailing up the St. Lawrence
towards Quebec I had James put the ship close to the eastern bank
of Kamourska. I wrapped my sea bag in an oilcloth and went over the
side. In a mater of weeks I had walked over the border into Maine
and on to Boston and home. My family knew that I had been pressed
into the Royal Navy. They hopped that I had not been involved in
the War. I told them about my sailing around the world and showed
them trinkets I had picked up along the way. They were impressed
that I had been made an Midshipman and was a sailing master. My
nephew, Mathew, was more impressed with the native tattoo I had
picked up in New Zealand. It was a native design on the small of my
back with interlocking lines like a tapered rope going to the hips
and down the middle of my backside into the crack of my ass. When I
signed on with a ship, this time it was a merchant going to China.
I didn't want to serve on another slave ship. My nephew signed on
as a ship's boy with me. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a
story you would like me to write send your comments to:
davmay699icqmail.com.
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