Paradise Castaway

By James Orr

Gavin had always wanted to go to sea. He sought adventure in far off lands, he wanted fun and to escape his family. But fate delivered a bitter blow.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Aug 5, 2012
• ISBN: 9781291018646

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Paradise Castaway

Paradise Castaway

by

James Orr

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Paradise Castaway

James Orr

Text by James Orr, Copyright ©2012

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For Sam

CHAPTER I

I was born in the year 1633, in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreigner of France, who settled first in Hull. He had a good merchant business, and did well from his trade, and lived afterwards in York, from where he married my mother, whose family were named Hawley, a very good family in that county, and from whom I was called Gavin Hawley-Leroy; but, by the usual corruption of words in England, we are now called, no we call ourselves and write our name as Hawlroy; and so my companions always called me.

I had two elder brothers, one of whom was a lieutenant- colonel to an English Foot Regiment in Flanders, formerly commanded by the famous Colonel Lockhart, and was killed at the battle near Dunkirk against the Spaniards.

What became of my second brother I never knew, any more than my father or mother knew what became of me. Being the third son of the family and not bred for any trade, my head began to be filled very early with rambling thoughts.

My father, who was very old, had given me a competent amount of learning, as far as being educated at home and a country Free School generally went, and wanted me to study law; but I would not be satisfied unless I went to sea; and my inclination led me strongly against his will, no, the commands of my father, and against all the appeals and persuasions of my mother and other friends, that there seemed to be something fatal in that inclination of nature, leading directly to a life of misery which was to befall me.

My father, a wise and severe man, gave me serious and excellent counsel against what he foresaw was my ambition. He called me one morning into his chamber, where he was confined by gout, and remonstrated very warmly with me upon the subject.

He asked me what reasons, more than a mere wandering inclination, I had for leaving his house and my native country, where I might be well introduced, and had a prospect of raising my fortune by application and industry, with a life of ease and pleasure.

He told me it was men of desperate fortunes on one hand, or of aspiring, superior fortunes on the other, who went abroad upon adventures, to rise by enterprise, and make themselves famous in the undertakings of a nature out of the common road; that these things were all either too far above me or too far below me; that mine was middle class, or what might be called the lower upper class, which he had found, by long experience, was the best state in the world, the most suited to human happiness, not exposed to the miseries and hardships, the labour and sufferings of the mechanic part of mankind, and not embarrassed with the pride, luxury, ambition, and envy of the upper part of mankind.

He told me I might judge of the happiness of that class by that one thing, that it was the class which all other people envied; that kings had frequently lamented the miserable consequence of being born to great things, and wished they had been placed in the middle of the two extremes, between the mean and the great; that the wise man gave his testimony to this, as the standard of happiness, when he prayed to have neither poverty nor riches.

He attempted for me to observe it, and I should always find that the calamities of life were shared among the upper and lower class. But that the middle class had the fewest disasters, and was not exposed to so many changes as the higher or lower classes.

They were not subjected to so many viral diseases and anxiousness, either of body or mind, as those were who, by spiteful living, luxury, and extravagances on the one hand, or by hard labour, want of necessaries, and mean or insufficient diet on the other hand, bring disease upon themselves by the natural consequences of their way of living.

Middle class was calculated for all kind of virtue and all kind of enjoyments; that peace and plenty were the handmaids of a middle fortune; that temperance, moderation, quietness, health, society, all agreeable diversions, and all desirable pleasures, were the blessings attending the middle class. The men went silently and smoothly through the world, and comfortably out of it. Not embarrassed with hard labour or cleverness, not sold to a life of slavery for daily bread, nor harassed with perplexed circumstances, which robbed the soul of peace and the body of rest, nor enraged with the passion of envy, or the secret burning lust of ambition for great things. But, in easy circumstances, sliding gently through the world, and sensibly tasting the sweet of living, without the bitter; feeling that they were happy, and learning by every day’s experiences.

After that he pressed me earnestly, and in the most affectionate manner, not to play the young man, nor to hurry myself into miseries which nature, and the class I was born in, seemed to have provided against.

That I was under no necessity of seeking my bread; that he would do well for me, and endeavour to enter me fairly into the class which he had just been recommending to me. If I was not easy and happy in the world, it must be fate or fault that must delay it; and that he should have nothing to answer for, having thus discharged his duty in warning me against such measures which he knew would hurt me. In a word, he would do very

kind things for me if I would stay and settle at home as he directed, so he would not have so much hand in my misfortunes as to give me any encouragement to go away,

He told me I had my elder brother as an example, to whom he had used the same earnest persuasions to keep him from going into the wars, but could not triumph, his young desires prompting him to run into the army, where he was killed.

He said he would not cease to pray for me, yet he would venture to say to me, that if I did take that foolish step, God would not bless me, and I would reflect upon having neglected his counsel when there might be none to assist in my recovery.

I observed in his last part, which was truly prophetic, though I suppose my father did not know it to be so.

I observed the tears that ran down his face, especially when he spoke of my brother who was killed: and that when he spoke of my having leisure to repent, and none to assist me, he was so moved that he broke off the lecture, and told me his heart was so full he could say no more to me.

Charles, our manservant could see how upset I was as he opened the door to allow me to exit.

Never mind, Sir, come with me and I will bring joy to your heart.

He led me to a room off the great hall, a linen closet no less.

Falling to his knees he slowly unbuttoned my breeches and opened them wide.

His cold hands reached inside the warmth of my groin and pulled out my growing member. Upon reaching the still air my cock grew firm and erect.

Wet lips kissed the end and solely sank down my throbbing shaft. Up and down he performed his sublime duties. What a faithful servant he was. His smooth lips on my skin, slippery yet firm.

My breeches fell to the floor and gathered in a heap around my ankles as I thrust into his welcoming mouth.

Suddenly he stood and quickly lowered his garments and presented me with his fine buttocks as he bent over the pile of sheets.

I sank to my knees and sank my tongue into his quivering hole, pulling apart his white cheeks that I might reach further.

Grabbing my erect cock I lined it up at his slippery hole and pushed in gently. The head opened him up, followed quickly by the shaft until all my beloved eight inches were inside him.

Holding his hips firmly I pounded his willing arse, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine as he gripped me in his vice-locked hole.

My balls bounced against his cheeks as I rammed him like a bull. I knew I was to arrive soon.

Several deep plunges and I reached my goal. My sperm rose and exploded deep inside him, filling his gentle arse with my offering.

Thank you Charles. I needed that relief.

My pleasure, Sir.

Later my mind wandered over my exchange with father.

I was sincerely affected by his talk, and, indeed, who wouldn’t? I resolved not to think of going abroad anymore, but to settle at home according to my father’s wishes.

But alas! A few days later I resolved to run away from him.

However, I did not act quite so hastily as the first heat of my resolution formed; but I took my mother aside when I thought her a little more pleasant than ordinary. I told her that my thoughts were bent upon seeing the world that I would never settle to anything enough to go through with it. My father had better give me his consent rather than force me to go without it. I was eighteen years old, which was too late to go into apprenticeship for a trade or clerk to an attorney; that I was sure if I did I would never serve out my time. I would certainly run away from my master before my time was out, and go to sea. I begged her to speak to my father to let me go on one voyage abroad, if I came home again, and did not like it, I would never go again, and I would promise, to recover the time that I had lost.

That put my mother into a great quandary. She told me she knew there would be no purpose in speaking to my father upon any such subject. I knew too well what my interest was to give his consent to anything, and that she wondered how I could think of any such thing after the sermon.

Any kind and tender expressions she knew my father had used, would be lost and there would be no help for me. For her part she would not have any hand in my destruction, and I would never have it said that my mother was willing when my father was not.

Though my mother refused to plead with father, I heard afterwards that she reported all that we talked about to him, and that my father, after showing great concern, said to her, with a sigh, That boy might be happy if he’d stay at home; but if he goes abroad, he will be the most miserable wretch that ever was born. I can give no consent to it.

I would miss my family that was sure. I would miss our loyal servants, especially James.

It was almost two years since he first came into my room. The next day I was travelling to my Aunt’s house in Gloucester.

It was a knock on the door that woke me up. Realising I was naked I shouted, Come in.  The door opened, it was James.

Master Gavin, he said gently, Are you awake?

Yes, I replied. He came in and lit a candle at the side of the bed. He had obviously finished his work in the stables as he was wearing only a dressing gown. I had never seen James dressed that way.

He sat on the edge of the bed and asked how I was feeling. I told him I didn't want to stay at home. I wanted to go to sea. Tears came into my eyes as we talked. I could tell that he didn't want me to leave either. He gave me a hug and I started sobbing. He pulled me close to him, my head on his chest. He adjusted his position so that I would be comfortable and his dressing gown gaped open at the front.

I found my head nestled into his hairy chest. It felt warm and comforting.

I could feel myself getting an erection and hoped he wouldn't notice. He changed position again and his dressing gown gaped open below his waist. I could just make out his genitals in the soft light of the candle. My mind was working overtime. My cock was hardening at the thought of his cock, and the closeness of our bodies, even though I couldn't see it clearly. He was rubbing my shoulders to comfort me and noticed that I was cold.

He asked where my nightshirt was and I explained that it had been packed into the trunk which was at the Gatehouse. He stood up to get a blanket from the blanket box. As he stood back from the bed, his exposed body showed through his open gown, fully visible in the candlelight. It was much nicer than I had dreamed of.

His chest, stomach and legs were a mass of thick black hair. Making no attempt to cover himself, he must have noticed that I was staring at his groin. His cock was bigger than I expected. It seemed to grow out of a forest of hairs.

My own cock was now much bigger than I wanted it to be. I could feel it aching to be touched. I wanted to rub it, to massage it to ejaculation.

James walked over to the blanket box and removed a blanket.

He still made no attempt to cover himself and I thought he was enjoying being looked at.

He stood at the side of the bed, his body only inches from my face. I was staring into his exposed crotch; his long thick cock seemed to be reaching out towards me. Not having seen it before, I didn't know whether it was always that big or whether he was getting an erection. I knew I was erect, and I blushed at the thoughts I was having.

Next thing I knew he had pulled the sheet right off the bed. He was now looking at me laying there, my erect cock in my hand. I thought I would die of embarrassment.

My, what do we have here? he quipped, smiling with his big brown eyes. I mumbled something about being sorry, unsure whether to hide my nakedness. I decided that would be wrong, displaying my immaturity in that way. He made no attempt to cover my naked body, but just stood there looking at me.

Despite my embarrassment at him staring at my rigid dick, my eyes were fixed on his cock, which was definitely growing in length, girth and stature. It seemed to be pointing upwards. It had been dangling down before. Could it be that he too was getting an erection?

When I was a boy and got upset, my father used to get into bed and cuddle me, he said.  He walked round to the other side of the bed and climbed in.

I was unsure what was going to happen, or what would be expected of me. I knew what I wanted to happen, but had never dreamed for a moment that it would.

James had always been an object of desire for me. But, he was married to one of the maid’s.

I used to invent sexual exploits that I would have with James, fantasies that were really wish fulfilment. Despite the rumours amongst the staff, I had never believed that he would be interested in an immature teenager. Yet, there I was, naked and erect, lying in bed with James. He too was naked and he too had an erection.

I could feel his body hair along the full length of my back, buttocks and legs. His increasingly rigid cock seemed to fit snugly between my thighs. I felt the wetness, heat and rigidity as the end of his cock probed the underside of my balls.

He wrapped his arms around me. They were muscular and hairy, almost like an extension of his manhood. He cuddled me close, pressing his body against mine. It felt warm and comforting. It felt so natural, yet I knew we shouldn't be doing it. He gently stroked my smooth chest and belly, whispering something about it making me feel better. Can you feel my big wet prick between your legs he said, I certainly felt comforted, and increasingly felt desires and impulses I had never had before.

His strong fingers tickled my nipples, making them hard. It felt nice, even though I had to resist the temptation to giggle. I realised that he was not trying to tickle me, but to give me comfort. I felt my body relaxing all over, except in the groins. I lay back in his strong arms and could easily have drifted off to sleep, except for the thoughts and desires that filled my mind.

Even though it was obvious to me that he was not concerned about my erect state, or even about his own, I did not have the confidence to touch him. I wanted to, but did not dare. He was my groom after all, and I was Master Gavin. His hand probed below my belly button; I felt my body tense, and to hide it I stretched as though yawning.

My cock was even more erect. In a flash I was laying on my back in his arms. He continued to stroke my lower belly and I could feel myself thrusting my erection towards his fingers. He continued to stroke my belly.

His cock, still rigid and wet was now resting in my left thigh, the tip just touching my balls, adding to my growing sense of excitement. My buttocks, thighs and cock were rigid in anticipation.

You need to release all this tension Maser Gavin, he said.

Yes, I replied gasping.

His hand moved further down my body, gently stroking my skin with his fingers. I was now willing him to fondle my cock, which was beginning to ache in anticipation. I continued to feel his wetness along with the firm erection on my thigh. He too must have been as excited as me, I hoped.

Despite my many wet dreams, and the numerous sexual conversations I'd had with other boys, I had no valid experience of how to do anything with another body, apart from furtive wanking after lights out, and that was never a group activity. I was at the age where I knew what I wanted to do, but had no real idea about how to do it. The boundaries of sexual behaviour were like Greek to me. I didn't know what was acceptable, what would cause offence, or how to give real sexual pleasure to another person. I knew it had to be more than just rubbing each other’s erect cocks, which was the extent of my sexual experience.

All those concerns filled my conscious mind as he continued to stroke my belly and legs, only occasionally running a finger along my rigidity, making me quiver with excitement. As much as I was enjoying that, my body seemed to be yearning for yet more.

I am going to massage your dick for you, he said, It will help you rest.

He changed his position so that I was laid on my back and he was lying on his side. Not knowing what was acceptable, I copied his actions. I reached over and gently stroked his hairy chest. I liked the feel of the soft hair over the firm muscles. He liked the way I played with his nipples which were erect like mine but much bigger. He took my hand in his and guided me towards his erect cock. Much as I was desperate to touch it, I still felt embarrassed.

I stroked it gently, just as he had done to mine. It felt huge, hot and pulsed in my hand. I could feel the outline of the veins pressing on the underside of the skin. I reached below to fondle his balls. They were enormous, much bigger than I'd expected, they were the size of plums. Strangely, his scrotum was smooth, without any hairs. I had never known that before.  I had always thought that men's balls were covered in hair, just as animal balls were. The only other testicles I could recall belonged to the other boys at school and none of them had any hair on them. The contrast between the hairy body and the smooth balls was really exciting. I wanted to look at them closely, to feel the texture of the smooth skin, to experience the difference.

I felt his hand encircling my cock. I felt sure I would come any moment. Then suddenly his head came over and his lips kissed the tip of my cock.

The soft warmth and moistness of his mouth felt wonderful.

His lips then became more firm and insistent. His whole head was slowly bobbing up and down as he caressed the full length of my cock, filling his mouth with my rigidity. I was clenching my buttocks and thighs. I wanted to shoot my seed. Every muscle in my body wanted me to come.

Please James, I think I'm going to...  That was as much as I was able to say.

My body exploded in ejaculation. I was thrusting myself deep into his throat, my hands holding his head firmly as I fucked his face. I was shooting what felt like loads of hot steamy cream in stream after stream, deep into his throat. His lips tightened round my cock so as to collect every last drop. My body was trembling with tension and excitement. That was beyond anything I'd ever dreamed of in my horniest dream. Wave after wave of my seed shot from me, deep inside him. My whole body was jerking uncontrollably.

Just when I thought I was totally drained, James took my cock from his mouth and flicked his tongue over the slit. That initiated another three or four spurts, some of which landed on his tongue, others on his face. Some dribbled from his chin onto his hairy chest. I felt a dull ache in my balls, now drained of their creamy liquid.

It had been an experience beyond any others I'd ever had, or even dreamed of.  I was aware that James had been concentrating on giving me pleasure and relief. He had obviously enjoyed it, but now I felt I owed him a similar experience.

Plucking up courage from I know not where, I told him to sit astride my chest. I had never told a man to do anything before in my life, let alone a servant. My voice was firm, assertive and insistent, surprising even me.

More surprisingly, he did as I instructed without hesitation. In seconds his full weight was on my chest, his erect cock slapping against my lips, his balls resting below my chin. In a frenzy I took as much of it into my mouth as I could.  It tasted salty and creamy, was hot and firm. He moaned with pleasure as I caressed him with my wet lips and tongue. I probed the head with the tip of my tongue, just as he had done to me. He moaned with pleasure.

I took hold of his hairy buttocks, one in each hand. I could feel his muscles clenching just as mine had done. I don't know why but I found myself probing his arse with my fingers. He seemed to enjoy that so I added that to my repertoire. My concentration centred on my mouth and his cock. I did anything and everything that I thought would give him pleasure. I even bit him gently; he seemed to like that, judging by the moans and shouts of delight he was making. It was fortunate my room was a long way from the other bedrooms in the house.

The more I sucked, licked, bit and probed his cock the more he seemed to like it. I gagged occasionally as he tried to thrust his full length into my mouth, but he withdrew and apologised each time.

Suddenly, the candle went out and we were in total darkness. That annoyed me because I had been enjoying the visual sight of his hairy body thrusting itself into me. However we were enjoying ourselves so much it never occurred to me that we should stop just to light the candle.

In the darkness I became aware of his manly smell. We were both sweating with excitement, but it was only in the darkness that I noticed his smell.

He didn't smell dirty, he just smelled of sex and sweat. My cock, which had subsided slightly, seemed to respond to the aroma of pure sexual excitement.

The weight of his massive frame was becoming oppressive on my chest. I was not uncomfortable, more aware that I couldn't perform so well with his weight on my chest, and my mouth more than full of his cock.

Again I found myself giving instructions. Get on your back, I said forcefully.

With a chuckle and a flash of his white teeth in the darkness he jumped off me and lay across the bed. I got up off the bed and knelt on the floor between his legs. My own cock was rigid and begging for further attention. In that position I could not only concentrate on James’ cock, but also add to my own pleasure with my own.

James seemed to respond to being told what to do by me. I told him to put his legs on my shoulders. He responded again with a chuckle and did as directed. His massive thighs rested on each of my shoulders, the hairs on his legs tickling my ears. His buttocks pressed against my nipples, massaging them each time he clenched his buttocks.

That position gave me easy access to his equipment, and allowed me access to his balls and arse.

I grabbed hold of his cock and pulled it towards me .James groaned at what seemed to me to be discomfort. His cock seemed as though it was on a spring.  It slipped from my grip momentarily and slapped hard against his hairy belly.

I pulled it back and inserted into my eager mouth, savouring the salty hot taste as it slid back and forth along the roof of my mouth. I fondled his balls with my left hand, my right being otherwise engaged managing my own equipment, which was rampant and eager to provide further evidence of my new found manhood.

We were both sweating profusely. I was getting more and more excited at the smell of his sweat, which seemed to compliment the taste of his cock. I could feel sweat running down my back, and wondered whether it was his sweat or my own. I remember reaching to fondle his nipples, and found them firm and erect in a matt of wet body hair. He liked having his nipples played with and moaned each time I touched them.

Lick my balls Master Gavin he asked, not insistent, the way I had been; more pleading with me.

I didn't know how to lick balls. I had never done it, never heard of it being done, never even thought it might be pleasurable. It seemed I was going to learn a lot that night. I put the pillow under the small of his back so that he could lift his legs in the air. I had to fumble for it in the darkness, as it had fallen to the floor. However we both giggled as I got it into position.

He held his legs behind each knee so that I could gain ready access to his balls.

Working by touch in the darkness, I found his hairless balls and cupped them in my hand.  Not knowing what was expected of me I gently licked the smooth sweaty skin over the huge hard balls. The taste to me was very erotic, and my cock jumped to attention. James groaned pleasurably at the feel of my tongue on his scrotum. Working on instinct and desire alone I slowly sucked one of his balls into my mouth. He seemed to like that so I did the same with the other. They were too big to get in my mouth together, but James didn't seem to mind. He had taken hold of his cock and was now wanking furiously.

I licked my finger and gently stroked his hole. I felt it pout in response.

James sighed pleasurably at that, so I continued. I then licked the sweat off his buttocks, enjoying the taste and the texture of the wet hairy thighs. James