Jack Sparrow was a very different man when there was no one to perform in front of. Once the devil-may-care veneer was stripped away what lay beneath the surface was darker and more intense than anything Will Turner had ever seen. The former blacksmith gained secret pleasure from watching this metamorphosis occur and did so as often as he could, hiding away behind the masthead and staring in fascination as Jack paced the oak planks, dark eyes brightened by rum and a fierce determination to claim what was his. Once upon a time Will had thought that this claim solely concerned the Pearl, yet, having retrieved his beloved ship from Barbossa’s deceitful hands, Jack continued to prowl the deck at nights while the men were off carousing.
Obscured from sight, Will felt excitement surge through him as lightning tore the sky in two and thunderclouds gathered to the east. Looking heavenward for a moment, he parted his lips, tasting the sweet drops of rain as they fell heavy on his tongue. The scent of the storm energized him and he watched, trembling with anticipation, as Jack emerged from below. Will’s eyes widened as the pirate drew his sword. Had he been spotted? If so these may well be his last moments on earth for, stupidly, he was unarmed and dressed only in a thin linen shirt and breeches and Jack’s blade would certainly make short work of him. Common sense told Will that he should alert the pirate to his presence, but that would spoil the game and he was loathed to do so on such a perfect night.
However, instead of coming after Will as expected, Jack looked out across the stormy waters of the bay then adopted a duelling stance. Wielding his sword, he battled an invisible opponent, the muttered curses falling from his lips a sure sign of the pent up frustration he was feeling. Will breathed in deeply, wiping the wetness from his brow with a damp sleeve as he watched the confusing tussle play out to its end. He would do anything in his power to be of assistance to this man--his captain, his comrade and his best friend--if only Jack would let him in a little.
Bluish sparks arced from cloud to cloud as the storm approached Port Royal. Blinded by bursts of intense light and burgeoning rain, Will was caught unawares and cried out as the steel shaft of a blade bit into his neck. He attempted escape but was restrained by a leathery arm which encircled his waist in a rough manner.
“What have we ‘ere? Have you turned traitor, Mister Turner. Are you intent on capturing me and handing me over to Commodore Norrington after all?”
Jack pulled Will tighter to him, close enough now that Will could feel every contour of the pirate’s body against his, the cold metallic edge resting across his throat only added to the strange sensation he was experiencing.
“I would not consider betraying you, Jack, not for any price,” said Will in a low voice, “I fear that I will never become the kind of man you wish me to be for I am truly my father’s son.”
“That you are, William Turner, and all the better for it. It is without doubt advantageous to take after an honourable man like Bootstrap rather than a scoundrel such as myself.”
Jack’s breath was warm and heady, sweetened by the sugary aroma of rum. It was not unpleasant, in fact quite the opposite, and Will leaned his head away in an attempt to quell the uncivilised urges which were brewing deep within him.
“Captain Sparrow, you may release me now,” he insisted, “for I have given you my word that I do not intend to harm you or your crewmen.”
“That I may, William,” replied the pirate, “But do I wish to release you, is the question you must ask yourself. I may have need of more answers as yet untold to me.”
Suddenly Will became aware of the hardening length in his breeches and prayed Jack would not notice the predicament he was in. “Ask away, Captain,” he said in a voice laden with false bravado. “But once I have answered one question truthfully you must free me. Then I shall gladly leave you alone to battle those solitary demons to your heart’s content.”
“And so we have an accord,” said Jack, beard tickling Will’s face as his smile expanded into an inquisitive grin. “My question is this. Why, William, are you wasting your time spying on me when you could be pleasuring that feisty woman of yours in the warmth of her bedchamber?”
Will had no answer to that. Not one that he could honestly give, for he truly did not know what it was that led him to the Black Pearl night after night whenever she was docked close to Port Royal.
“I... I…” Will could think of no alternative but to lie his way out of the mess he had landed himself in. “I came here to warn you that Elizabeth’s father is to be replaced as Governor and a new man is on his way from England.”
These facts were indeed correct. Will had been informed of them but a few hours earlier whilst dining with his fiancée.
“And this is the truth?” Jack’s words were accompanied by caressing honeyed breaths that did little to strengthen Will’s resolve.
“Sincerely it is.”
“Truth it may well be, but it is not an honest answer to the question I put to you, so I believe that makes you a liar, William.” Jack laughed and his arm tightened around the young man’s belly.
Will’s discomfort grew by tenfold. “Say that again, Sparrow, and you will learn of my vastly improved swordsmanship.” Anger did little to decrease the girth of his swollen cock but it was the only weapon he possessed. “The new Governor’s ship will be docking here within the fortnight and I shall want you on the quayside to witness his arrival.”
“I am most certain you shall want me at your disposal, William.” Jack shifted slightly to the left in order to sheathe his sword. “At all times and in all places.”
Will had a bad habit of forgetting exactly how nimble the pirate captain could be when it suited his needs. Before he had time to think, Jack had shimmied out from behind him leaving Will backed up against the mast. Now he and Jack were face to face, staring each other down, illuminated by the warm glow of lamplight from above. Jack’s fingers twitched compulsively and Will felt a puff of air as they almost caressed his cheek.
“Have you nothing further to say, William?” continued the pirate, “No explanation as to why you haunt my boat so frequently?”
Will mustered up some inner strength and looked defiantly at Jack. Silence was his only option. He had been discovered and there was nothing he could say that would account for his odd behaviour.
“Does Elizabeth wonder why you are you not doing your utmost to forage a path between her milky-white thighs?” questioned Jack in a silky tone, “I would think you must surely be one of those aforementioned eunuchs… If it wasn’t for this.”
Will gasped with outrage as the pirate slipped his hand downward to trace the outline of the solid erection that distorted the line of his breeches. But outrage soon turned to unequivocal pleasure when Jack gripped him tightly and worked the rough material back and forth over his most sensitive of parts.
“Is this the reason you come here so often?” asked the pirate, the fingers of his right hand doing their damndest to bring Will to the point of utmost embarrassment.
“I come to see you,” stammered Will, “That is all.”
“No!” Jack grabbed a fist full of Will’s shirt, swinging him around then pushing him back against the fo’c’s’le steps. “You want to own me. You, Norrington, Elizabeth, Barbossa. Bill.”
“Not so.” Will was becoming desperate. He had no idea of what Jack had planned for him and the crazed look in the man’s eyes was anything but reassuring. “I come here because I want to know you, Jack Sparrow.”
“I believe it’s simpler than that. I think you come here because you want me,” said Jack, kneeling astride him, one hand pressing down on his shoulder, the other balled up into a fist.
The ridge of the wooden steps dug into the small of Will’s back and he winced, more from wondering whether he would be alive by the end of this night than from the actual pain. For the first time in his life he knew what ‘pirate’ truly meant. Jack was a scallywag and a scoundrel, a lovable rogue and a flirt but underneath it all he was a man who could not be trusted.
“Perhaps you are right,” murmured Will, his voice thickened by unsated lust and a large portion of fear. A loud clap of thunder thankfully concealed the worst of his fluctuating emotions. “I come because I want you.”
“Finally we have unearthed the truth, Mister Turner,” said Jack releasing his grip on Will’s shoulder and leaning in.
The kisses that William had previously shared with Elizabeth were insistent on her part and yet far too soft and delicate ever to satisfy him. His first kiss from Jack was laced with alcohol and venom and was brutal enough to leave him wide open and ready to accept anything offered to him by this man.
Having first stripped him of his dignity, Jack now proceeded to remove Will’s clothes leaving him bare-arsed and panting, his glistening erection pointing up at the stormy sky.
“We will be seen,” gasped Will, but despite his fears he watched with increasing intensity as Jack disrobed until he too was naked except for his bandana and jewellery.
“Only by shipmates.” Jack slid a hand around Will’s waist and pulled him closer until the heat from their bodies mingled enticingly. “And shipmates know the ways of other shipmates.”
‘How could this be?’ pondered Will, as once again he was thoroughly kissed by Jack, this time with a little less roughness and a lot more passion. How could his man’s body, which was intended to be aroused by porcelain skin and plump breasts, react so intensely to calluses and sculpted muscle? He was not a sailor and had never felt the need to adopt sailor’s ways before. So why now had he become a man with a burning desire for that which he was never supposed to have?
“Jack,” he keened, unable to stop his hands from roaming over the pirate’s body as he learned every branded mark and ancient scar, “I am to marry Elizabeth in nine days time. This cannot happen.”
“You will be wed to me tonight, William, in all ways that matter most.” Jack ran his tongue over Will’s chest, biting down on a nipple and then looking up with a devilish glint in his eyes. “Then you may go ahead and marry your Miss Swann, if that’s what pleases you, but you will always have this to remember me by.”
Will threw back his head and cried out as Jack’s mouth closed over his weeping cock. It was the most glorious feeling he had ever known and he gave into his new-found perversion, tangling his fingers into Jack’s straggly locks as he canted his hips and thrust his erection deep into Jack’s throat. The beads and trinkets, threaded into Jack’s hair and beard, rolled over his skin like droplets of quicksilver and the metallic tingle of gold teeth on his blood-filled organ upped the levels of ecstasy to almost unbearable heights. Will was awash with sensation, spread-eagled in naked glory on the rain-washed deck as Jack Sparrow pleasured him with his enticing mouth.
“Jaaaaack,” he cried as the thunderstorm raged above, concealing his abandoned release from the rest of the world.
“That’s my boy. That’s my William,” crooned Jack as he knelt over Will, caressing him with soothing fingers and teasing him with the taste of his spendings. “Want more do you, love?”
Will wasn’t sure whether it was the gentleness of the kiss or the way Jack called him ‘love’ that brought tears to his eyes. They were easily disguised by the heavy drops of rain, but he was ashamed of them for they indicated the rawness of his emotion.
“I must have you, William,” murmured Jack, bestowing him with kisses that grew more and more intense as time elapsed. “Feel how much I need you.”
Taking Will’s hand in his Jack wrapped it around his own erect cock and then let go, allowing Will the delights of exploring another man’s organ.
“It feels different to my own,” Will said, eyes widening as his fingers slid over the shaft and bulbous head. “It seems smoother, silkier.”
“Perhaps because I’ve put mine to good use whereas yours has been locked up inside your britches all these years.”
Will snorted with laughter and tugged the slick covering of skin over the swollen tip and down the shaft until it was at its most taut. “Captain Sparrow, are you calling me a virgin?”
“Not for much longer I ‘ope.” Jack’s smirk was succeeded by a long drawn out groan as Will tightened his grip and slid his hand up and down the thick shaft. “Enough now, William,” insisted the pirate, “unless you wish me to waste my spunk on the inside of your fist.”
The gentle push from Jack was enough to startle Will back into a gentlemanly state of mind and he sat up hurriedly. “We must go below to your cabin,” said Will as the truth of what they were doing slowly became apparent to him. Strange as it may seem he could accept the idea of making love to Jack Sparrow quite easily. It was making love in the open that was causing him embarrassment.
“Not on your life, Mister Turner,” said Jack as he made a nest out of their damp clothes and pushed Will down onto them. “First time I have you I want it to be right here on the deck of the Pearl.”
Dipping his fingers into the reservoir of an unlit oil lamp, Jack let the fluid drizzle over his hand. “There are many ways a man can love another man and I shall show you all of them in time. If you’ll allow me the pleasure that is.”
Lying to one side of him, Jack explored Will as if he were an undiscovered island. He sucked kisses into the soft skin of Will’s neck as his fingers slowly drifted lower, rubbing a slick trail down toward Will’s burgeoning erection.
“Yes, yes,” murmured Will dreamily as Jack stroked his blood-filled cock, occasionally hefting each testicle into the palm of his hand and squeezing with a delicate touch. As Will became more aroused than he’d ever thought possible, Jack slid his hand lower and circled Will’s hole with a delicate finger.
Startled beyond belief, Will stared into Jack’s dark eyes and tried not to panic. “You must not touch me there, Jack. It is against the law and is a hanging offence to boot.”
“Not in the Caribbean, love, and certainly not on board a pirate ship. We make our own laws remember,” said Jack, sotto voce.
The finger continued to circle insistently and although Will was terrified at the very thought of the act, the sensation was surprisingly enjoyable and it made him curious as to what possible pleasure he could gain from being penetrated in such a way.
The storm was departing and now that the rain had stopped and the wind had died down, all Will could hear were the waves lapping against the side of the Pearl, lulling him and allaying his fears. Nothing could be more right than this. He wanted Jack, every part of Jack, and he wanted him now, out on the open deck of his ship accompanied by the creaking of timbers and the sound of the sea.
“That’s my pretty boy,” said Jack as the young man submitted to his attentions.
Maybe it was the romanticism of the occasion causing him to lose his mind but Will was quite happy to fool himself with the misguided belief that the pirate would never knowingly hurt him.
Leaning in close, Jack stared into Will’s eyes and then kissed him, tongue dipping inside his mouth and exploring him lazily as if they had the world at their beck and call. Coating his hand generously with more of the lamp oil, Jack slipped his hand down again to work at Will’s hole, rubbing the softening muscle then pushing in with his fingers, circle and thrust, circle and thrust, his tongue echoing the movements inside Will’s mouth.
It was a most unusual feeling and Will could not, for the very life of him, comprehend why his body was responding in this way. His cock was at full erection whilst his hips thrust insistently of their own volition, and seemingly all this came from having fingers slowly inserted into his arse. It was the greatest mystery of all time. At least he had thought it so until he felt an explosive rush of pleasure and assumed, with some embarrassment, that his second release had come as prematurely as his first. Looking downwards proved to him that this was not the case. His organ still thrust up impressively from between his legs, twitching and drooling and certainly far from being spent.
“What happened?” he asked in a bemused voice, the short sentence punctuated by insistent kisses from his would be lover.
“Nothing that should trouble you. Only the promise of how good it will be between us,” breathed Jack, his cock twitching against Will’s thigh, droplets of fluid seeping out and trickling across Will’s skin. “On your knees, William, for I must have you now.”
Turning over and then up onto all fours, Will presented himself to Jack, “Please, do it quickly,” he begged.
“Nothing to be frightened of, love,” said Jack as he knelt up behind Will. “I’ll take care of you.”
Fingers were removed and replaced with something altogether bigger, hotter and thicker and Will’s eyes opened wide in shock.
“No,” he cried as pain washed over him in waves until it felt as if he was being torn in two by a tree trunk. “No. No more, Jack. You must stop this now.”
He struggled to get away but was held firmly in position by a pair of grubby hands.
“Be still, my beauty, and relax, then it’ll be considerably more pleasant for both of us,” grunted Jack and with one firm thrust he seated himself inside Will’s arse.
Will howled as loudly and as plaintively as a stuck pig. ‘Why would anyone choose to do this?’ he wondered, resigning himself to the fact that he was about to be buggered, whether he wanted it or not, and, at the same time, trying to ignore the hot poker that was being inserted into his nethers. No wonder the act of sodomy was unlawful.
Making soft crooning sounds as if he was comforting a wailing child, Jack began to rock back and forth, slowly at first and then with increasing vigour. Will readied himself for another onslaught of agony, but instead felt a welcome numbness which gave way to most a satisfactory full sensation as Jack’s erect prick worked its wicked way in and out of his body. Breathing deeply, Will let go of his fears and listened to the sounds of the Pearl as she rocked in the balmy waters of the harbour.
“That’s it. That’s good, William. My fine lad. Tight pretty arse you have indeed.”
The slightly slurred words spilled out of Jack’s mouth in their usual disconnected manner and Will smiled. It may not have been the way he imagined his first bedding would be, especially as there was not a bed in sight, but it was certainly something to remember.
“Oh… is it not… my apologies,” mumbled Jack, massaging Will’s soft prick and balls with a weathered hand.
Will had no idea what was causing Jack consternation. Surely he wasn’t expected be aroused enough to spend his seed from this. As Jack withdrew from him, Will took a welcome breather, resting back on his haunches. The deck of a ship wasn’t the most comfortable of places to kneel for any period of time.
“I forget myself,” said Jack in a sombre voice as he pulled Will into his arms.
The kisses were penitent to begin with and Will had no idea why Jack was feeling so mournful, but, with a little encouragement on his part, the passion was soon rekindled. Twisting around, they ended up locked in a tight embrace with Jack mouthing apologies in vague fashion as they kissed and clung together.
“If you want no more of this liaison then I understand,” said the pirate formally, as if he were discussing an alliance rather than a dalliance.
“But, Captain Sparrow, we had an accord did we not?” replied Will, kissing Jack again and enjoying the feel of Jack’s facial hair rubbing against his own. “You promised me a wedding night and this is one agreement that you are not going to back out of.”
Twisting Jack’s nipple hard between his finger and thumb, Will bit down onto the pirate’s tanned shoulder, smiling with satisfaction as Jack bucked upwards, his cock once again at full erection as it nudged insistently against Will’s stomach.
“William,” growled Jack pushing the young man back down onto the heap of damp clothing. “William, William, William, do not fret. You shall have your nuptials if you so desire.”
“That I do,” laughed Will, urging the pirate on with a scrape of his fingernails once Jack settled himself between Will’s legs.
“Hook your legs over my shoulders,” instructed Jack as he reached out and loaded the cupped palm of his hand with a dollop of oil.
William did as he was told, marvelling at how much better this was now that he could finally see his lover. Of course he was not naïve enough to think that the coupling would feel any less intrusive. After all, he was a man of the world now.
Bracing himself against the wooden stairway, Jack slathered oil over his cock and lubricated every part of Will’s lower regions. Already Will could feel a tingle of excitement as the fluid drizzled down between his buttocks.
“Have me, Jack Sparrow,” he cried.
“That’s Captain Jack Sparrow to a young whippersnapper such as yourself,” grinned Jack.
With a fist wrapped around his erection, Jack sought out the entrance to Will’s body and then plunged inside. This time, perhaps due to the change of position, everything came easier and Will sighed with a combination of relief and excitement as Jack took his pleasure. His cock was teased by wiry belly hair and it reacted with enjoyment, not yet at full stiffness but still agreeably full and heavy. A slight shift in position made things that much better and Will cried out unashamedly as a powerful sensation surged through his entire body.
“Again,” he urged, reaching for his prick and rubbing it with practiced fingers.
Jack obliged, thrusting with passion and stimulating him so completely that Will was unsure whether his come was inside or outside of his body. Not that it mattered when cock, balls and arse were alive with fire and eager for more.
Jerking his shaft hard in time with Jack’s thrusts, Will pushed against Jack’s shoulders with both calves and gave himself wholeheartedly to the pirate.
“That’s it, my pretty lad, come for me,” moaned Jack, squeezing Will’s tightening balls with insistent fingers as he shuddered and released himself into Will’s arse.
The internal gush of heat was a trifle disconcerting, but the look of repletion on Jack’s handsome face was a picture and, as Will worked harder with his fist, he did his utmost to commit the images of this night to memory in case they were not to be repeated.
“Ohhh,” he sighed as Jack leaned over and suckled at each of his nipples in turn, teasing them with the tip of his tongue. The tingle from this added stimulation routed itself directly to Will’s balls causing them to tense up and release their load over his belly and he cried out at the eroticism of the moment, finishing himself off with strong pulls on his cock. With a hiss of excitement Jack kissed his way down Will’s arched body and licked up the spunk with a greedy tongue. It appeared that the pirate had a fetish for the taste of a man’s spendings.
Stretching himself out like a waking cat, Will yawned then tucked his arm around Jack as he lay resting, stroking the tanned skin and tracing the deep scarred grooves where the lash had made its cruel mark many times over.
“Will you remember this on your wedding night?” asked Jack sleepily.
“Most assuredly, and every night after that,” replied Will.
“And will you still haunt the Pearl when we are moored nearby?”
“I could not stop myself even if I wished it so.”
As the words left his lips Will knew them to be true. He had found the missing piece of his heart and it was not, as he had first thought, the beautiful girl who had rescued him from the sea when he was a child. Instead his soulmate had turned out to be an exotic drunken pirate who had driven him wild in so many ways from the very beginning. An unlikely union to say the very least.
They lay in contented silence for a while watching the passage of the stars and Will was on the verge of sleep when Jack shifted and sat up suddenly.
“A wedding is not complete without a toast to the happy couple,”
he said standing up and reaching out his hand for Will to grab hold of. “Now
where did I leave that bottle of rum?”
DONE