Sky Pirates

Chapter 41

With a sense of joy and satisfaction, Parker Greene, still seated at the head of the dining room table, exhaled a great cloud of cigar smoke over his head. He slogged down the last of the brandy in his snifter. While he puffed on his cigar some more, he smiled as the tall, handsome Rifle Helms filled both their glasses with more liquor.

"So, then, she removed her wooden leg and beat Burbank senseless shouting, 'Take advantage of my whore? Take advantage of my whore?'" Helms sipped brandy through his laughter, snorting a bit. "It took three of his mates to break them up and drag him out of the whorehouse. He survived, but was never really right in the head after that."

The two men's laughter died down. "Oh, my friend, I've missed you. You tell a story better than anyone." Parker tamped ashes into a saucer, among the remains from dinner.

"I feel like we should tidy this mess up." Rifle stacked a few of the dishes nearest him without much enthusiasm.

"Should we retire upstairs?"

The two men looked from the dirty dishes and silver toward each other.

"I didn't think...I..."

"Like magic, you appear before me today. A bit of the past. An important bit. I don't care what they think or know at this point."

As Parker spoke, something in Rifle Helms' eyes softened. He reached a hand toward Parker's and rested his atop his friends.

A shudder ran through Parker Greene. He felt the blood shift in his body as his erection formed fast and hard and tight against his trousers.

"Park, we have to be careful. This isn't just us on a deserted island. I've seen men, and women, too, hanged for what you're suggesting." Rifle didn't remove his hand. Instead, he rubbed his index finger along the length of Parker Greene's.

"I don't care," Lord Greene proclaimed, standing. Rifle followed his lead and the two men, with an easy, comfortable step, were entwined in each other's arms. Any onlooker could tell that this wasn't the first time these two men had embraced. There was a comfort and ease, mixed with longing and desire in the way their arms came around each other; in the way their chests pressed together; in the way their lips crushed together, before parting enough to allow hungry tongues to wander and explore.

Greene's erection was matched by Helms' own. The two began stripping off each other's clothes. Layers and layers of coats, vests, cravats, ruffled shirts, boots, trousers...it felt endless as their clothes intertwined and undulated easier than the two men.

Finally, the two stood naked, still groping and exploring each other's bodies with hands and tongues and knees and feet. Greene enjoyed again the broad chest of Helms, its thick black curly hair growing damp with a mix of perspiration and wet kisses. Helms kneading Parker's ass with his large, thin-fingered hands. Both men breathing shallow and quick, their cocks pushing into each other's flat, muscled stomachs, growing wet and slippery from pre-cum.

"I can't wait any longer," Parker panted as he wrapped his arms around Rifle's broad shoulders, pulling him even closer.

Rifle Helms, without a prompt, dropped to his knees, took Lord Greene's pulsing cock into his mouth, and with rapid movements bobbed his head up and down, taking all of his lord and lover into his throat.

Parker's hands dropped into Rifle's sweat matted locks, directed the movements of his friend's head, as he thrust himself deeper and deeper until Rifle Helms let out the smallest of choking sounds as his lover released his passion inside of him. Simultaneously, Rifle shot his own manly passions over Parker Greene's shins and feet.

Rifle suckled and cooed until Parker softened and begged for his friend to stop. He dropped to his knees and once again they smothered each other with kisses, kisses that now tasted intimately of Parker Greene.

"I'm so glad we've run into each other," Rifle murmured into Greene's neck.

After a few moments of recovery, Parker stood and pulled Helms up with him. "Grab those clothes." Greene collected the brandy bottle and the remains of a sugary apple pie and led his guest up to his comfortable bedroom. He took a moment to be sure he'd locked the door, before they settled into the four poster bed.

As he watched Rifle sleep, Parker hoped he could trust his old friend. He was desperate to tell someone of the plan he'd developed that would allow destruction of his pirate captors and his own return to his beloved England. Risking your life for sex was one thing, but risking it for treason was another. He only had until the Balsa Robin's return, and he didn't know when that would be. But, he had the workings of a plan. All he needed now was a second and a crew to help him. 

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