{"id":241,"date":"2014-12-17T01:38:58","date_gmt":"2014-12-17T06:38:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?page_id=241"},"modified":"2014-12-17T01:38:58","modified_gmt":"2014-12-17T06:38:58","slug":"chocolatiers-of-the-high-winds-by-h-b-kurtzwilde","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?page_id=241","title":{"rendered":"Chocolatiers of the High Winds by H B Kurtzwilde"},"content":{"rendered":"

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This gay steampunk romance follows the globe-trotting adventures of young Mayport Titus, the sole scion of the Titus Chocolate fortune. Mayport\u2019s father, an adventurer and entrepreneur, established the intercontinental chocolate trade using sugar from India, cacao from South America, and a factory in New Amsterdam, before he and his wife were lost when their airship went down over the ocean and left Mayport orphaned. Now determined to make his own way in the world, Mayport attempts to resurrect his father\u2019s old airship, The Dutch Process, with the help of Thiervy, an intimate school friend who happens to be both a pilot and an engineer. Together Mayport and Thiervy not only rebuild the ship, and revolutionize the moribund chocolate industry, they bring a new way of doing things to the world.<\/p>\n

But their partnership will be tested. Love between men is not sanctioned in society, punishable by death for airshipmen, and kept behind closed doors in the genteel Confederate society that they enter when centering their new business in the American South. And both men are haunted by their fathers\u2019 legacies of madness and violence. What sacrifices will Mayport make to protect those he loves? And what will he find when he finally flies his ship to that worn spot on his father\u2019s old wooden globe?<\/p>\n

Chocolatiers of the High Winds is a rollicking romance in classic adventuring style, punctuated with passion and sweetened with chocolate. The ebook edition collects all 50 chapters of the web serial that ran on circlet.com from 2010-2011, and also includes one bonus chapter featuring a new erotic scene between Mayport and Thiervy\u2026 and more chocolate!<\/p>\n

H.B Kurtzwilde lives in the wet, sticky, mosquito-ridden depths of Florida. When not busily avoiding alligators, he scribbles out futuristic and paranormal fiction, as if this is any way for a grown person to behave. His works include Phoberia, Guide to Survival, and Sea Turtle Inn, among others. Drop by his Livejournal<\/a> or his personal blog athbkurtzwilde.circlet.com<\/a> to say hello, or to make a donation<\/a> in support of his artistic efforts.<\/p>\n

Hot excerpt under the cut\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

Chapter 3: Salvage<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mayport was deeply into a study of Cully\u2019s rutters when the sound of a siren whooping high above the warehouse broke his concentration. He knew what it was from hearing it all over the ports when he was traveling. This was the first time he\u2019d heard an anchor-line warning in the still of the countryside.<\/p>\n

He put the books away as a high-pitched alarm descended somewhere out in the fields. The strobe threw crazy patterns against the walls, then the light and noise ended in an anticlimactic thud. He hurried to the window. With the anchor strobe cut off, he couldn\u2019t see where the ship might be beyond the trees.<\/p>\n

He opened the window and leaned out as he heard the thrum of the anchor line drawing taut. A disk like a pale moon slowly descended from the skies. In its glow, he could just barely make out the shape of a salvage barge hovering on the edge of the trees.<\/p>\n

Mayport grabbed his coat and hurried down to the front door. He was halted by an arm catching him mid-stride. \u201cFriends of yours?\u201d Cully asked over the roar of the barge coming in to anchor.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe might still be, if I\u2019m nice enough to him,\u201d Mayport said. \u201cI guess we\u2019ll see. It\u2019s only a barge, so they\u2019ll need rooms. I guess they\u2019ll just have to live with the mess too, while they\u2019re here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour buddies have scared the daylights out of the farmers, and probably the cows too,\u201d Cully said.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou ought to be singing praises to Heaven. You\u2019ll be going home, if I have my way. This little hidey hole might be a treasure trove, but it\u2019s no good to me out in the middle of nowhere.\u201d Mayport pushed his way to the door and hurried out ahead of the captain.<\/p>\n

He ran to the edge of the trees and climbed atop the stone fence as the flat-bottomed airship came to rest on the grass. The red and black bladder of the sail began to lose volume as soon as the barge was on the ground. A familiar figure leaped over the side and hit the ground running.<\/p>\n

Mayport ran to meet Thiervy halfway, hardly protesting when he was hugged near to breaking. He had half-expected awkward greetings and apologies. Instead he had the warmth of a trusted friend in his arms.<\/p>\n

\u201cI brought the craftsmen you need,\u201d Thiervy said. \u201cThe cost will be something else again. Father will take that barge back from me if I show my face in New Amsterdam after this. I\u2019ll have to squeeze you for all you\u2019re worth, or he\u2019ll beat me to a pulp for taking off with it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI hope you do,\u201d Mayport said, and leaned in tight against his thigh.<\/p>\n

\u201cI will, but later,\u201d Thiervy said. \u201cIs that your captain? I thought he would be all tan and\u2026 um\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe hardly leaves the house,\u201d Mayport said. \u201cNo guests or occasions. I don\u2019t know why he leaves the light on. You\u2019re the first one to visit since I\u2019ve been here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe must be quite mad, after being alone in this wilderness for so long,\u201d Thiervy said. \u201cAnyway, it\u2019s too dark to show you my treasures. Is dinner over already?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Cully said before Mayport could answer. \u201cYoung Master Titus\u2019 guests will soon be welcomed in style. Would you and your crew like a beer while we wait, Mister\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThiervy,\u201d he said. \u201cJoseph Thiervy, pilot first class, but here as a shipwright. It\u2019s an honor to meet you, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re too young for a pilot,\u201d Cully said. \u201cWhere did you certify?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCharlottesville,\u201d Thiervy said. \u201cI was at a rustic kind of school when I met Master Titus, but Father didn\u2019t like me coming home smarter than him. He brought me out and apprenticed me instead. Either way, I\u2019m not much younger than most pilots. I\u2019d better be a good one by now, or Father will have my hide for a coat.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t call me Master Titus,\u201d Mayport said, not liking the teasing tone. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you both go ahead and see about beer? I\u2019ll stay and bring the crew on.\u201d<\/p>\n

Thiervy let go of him but reluctantly. Cully turned and marched away into the shadows, with Thiervy tagging at his coattails and chattering a mile a minute. Mayport shook his head in amusement over his friend. The crew came down in good order, and were glad to hear news of beer.<\/p>\n

Cully had thrown open his second-floor lounge and had lined the bar with foamy glasses. Thiervy was leaning against the bar looking quite satisfied with himself. Mayport went over to get his own beer.<\/p>\n

\u201cVictory already?\u201d Mayport asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cWithin hours at most,\u201d Thiervy said. \u201cOr would be, if I wasn\u2019t preoccupied. Don\u2019t worry for him. He\u2019ll get his turn if he wants it with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s much in need of it, I think,\u201d Mayport said. \u201cI have to be as lonely as he is. I would have taken after the locals by now, but they\u2019re mostly milkmaids and think too much of me. Where\u2019s the fun in that?\u201d<\/p>\n

Thiervy laughed, and slid closer to Mayport\u2019s side. \u201cSo. What do you need a shipwright for?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t need one,\u201d Mayport said. \u201cI\u2019m a spoiled brat and want one. Who\u2019s going to stop me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re fooling nobody,\u201d Thiervy said. \u201cYou\u2019ve had me haul out supplies and craftsmen for a Hollander class vessel. You\u2019ve found your lost ship somewhere around here. I didn\u2019t see her on my way in.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe was never lost,\u201d Mayport said. \u201cShe\u2019s been completely disassembled, or so our captain claims. We\u2019ll have to sort through the junk Father left behind and get what value we can from it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you\u2019re not really just being a spoiled brat,\u201d Thiervy said. \u201cYou\u2019ve got plans. I know you\u2019ll go back to New Amsterdam even if you\u2019re facing a judge. Cully might not let you go home if he knows the truth of what you\u2019ve run away from.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s no more than a merchant, trying to get his cargo and head home,\u201d Mayport said. \u201cI know he\u2019s as suspicious of the chairman as I am. I can\u2019t prove I\u2019ve been robbed if I don\u2019t go back to make my case. If I manage to remain a free man, I\u2019ll need Cully more than ever.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sure he\u2019s open to persuasion,\u201d Thiervy said. \u201cBetter let him alone for a while, so he can get curious about what we\u2019re doing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re the one that has plans for him, not me,\u201d Mayport said. \u201cHappy hunting.\u201d<\/p>\n

Thiervy ambled away to meet up with Cully again. The two of them stayed close through dinner. When rooms had been prepared, Cully personally conducted Thiervy to his quarters.<\/p>\n

Mayport stayed up to play host to the rest of the crew, glad to make them feel at home. Cully certainly looked better for the company and the attention he was getting. Thiervy was sure to be better company than Cully had been getting in recent weeks.<\/p>\n

Mayport made sure all the little details on their guests were handled, then went back to his own room. Only then did he realize he had spent all evening with his buttons undone and hair in a mess, with his pencil and pen shoved in among the tousled locks.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou look as crazy as you are,\u201d Mayport told his reflection.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou look delicious,\u201d Thiervy said from the bed.<\/p>\n

Mayport tried to hide his surprise. \u201cFinished with Cully already? I thought you had stamina.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe only wanted to tuck me in,\u201d Thiervy said. \u201cHe\u2019s a gentleman. I shouldn\u2019t have been surprised.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood thing I\u2019m not one,\u201d Mayport said. He pulled his shirt off and turned to face Thiervy. \u201cI hope you don\u2019t expect me to behave.\u201d<\/p>\n

Thiervy lifted the blankets back, revealing his perfectly nude body. He had gained quite a lot of muscle since the last time Mayport had seen him like this. He smiled at that familiar invitation and peeled out of his pants. He dove into his soft bed and wrapped himself in Thiervy\u2019s embrace.<\/p>\n

He leaned in and claimed a deep kiss as he slid his knee between Thiervy\u2019s legs. Thiervy moaned into their kiss and rode eagerly against Mayport\u2019s thigh. Thiervy grasped at Mayport\u2019s ass, dragging him closer until his cock snugged down into the narrow curve of hip.<\/p>\n

Thiervy tried to push Mayport over onto his back. By pure strength, there should have been no contest. Mayport stiffened his spine, then sucked hard on Thiervy\u2019s lower lip. Thiervy\u2019s whole body relaxed into Mayport\u2019s arms as he was pushed back against the pillows, letting Mayport have the control he wanted.<\/p>\n

Mayport plunged his tongue into Thiervy\u2019s mouth again and again. He thrust his cock in a steady tease until Thiervy grasped his ass and pulled him down harder. Mayport laughed into their kiss and rode faster.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve never seen you so desperate,\u201d Mayport panted against Thiervy\u2019s lips. \u201cShould I flip you over and make a proper welcome? You feel like you\u2019re on fire.\u201d<\/p>\n

Thiervy worked a hand between them and clasped their cocks together in a rough grip. \u201cYou\u2019d like that, wouldn\u2019t you? Do you think of it often?\u201d<\/p>\n

Thiervy\u2019s thumb curved around the head of Mayport\u2019s cock and toyed with the slit until Mayport yelped and twisted his hips. He leaned down hard and held still until Thiervy quit messing around, and began to stroke in earnest. Then he leaned in and caught Thiervy\u2019s ear in his teeth, holding him still for the ride.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo I think of you squirming on my cock?\u201d he growled. \u201cSweating, just like this? Begging for more? Desperate to satisfy me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYesssssss,\u201d Thiervy hissed as he arched his hips up and drove harder against Mayport\u2019s shaft.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt never once crossed my mind,\u201d Mayport lied.<\/p>\n

Thiervy gave a surprised laugh, then pushed Mayport off him. He pulled the blankets down and Mayport stretched out on his back. He got comfortable against the pillows and tucked his hands behind his head, watching Thiervy in a rare moment of indecision.<\/p>\n

Mayport spread his thighs and rolled his hips, letting his cock wag this way and that. Thiervy pounced like a starving man, pressing his wide-open mouth to Mayport\u2019s balls and licking all over. Mayport groaned and rocked his hips higher, chasing the heat of Thiervy\u2019s lips and tongue.<\/p>\n

Mayport kept his gaze fixed on Thiervy\u2019s mouth as it turned red and puffy with his suckling. Thiervy lapped at and kissed every inch of Mayport\u2019s shaft. Then he dabbed his tongue at the head, lapping up the drops of fluid there.<\/p>\n

Mayport reached down and fisted his hand into Thiervy\u2019s thick, dark hair. He tugged only a little, and Thiervy opened wide to take him in deeper. He kept steady pressure on Thiervy\u2019s hair while Thiervy bobbed his head up and down, swallowing and gasping as he licked and sucked.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, you can take it deeper. You out of practice or something?\u201d Mayport arched his hips, thrusting his cock in a little deeper into Thiervy\u2019s mouth. Thiervy yelped in a muffled sort of way, but managed to take what he was given.<\/p>\n

Thiervy wrapped his hand around Mayport\u2019s balls and tugged gently, easing their tension as Mayport thrust deeper. Mayport held Thiervy\u2019s head steady and fell into their familiar rhythm. He thrust just deep enough to feel it was too much, but not so rough as to overwhelm that generous mouth.<\/p>\n

Mayport gasped and moaned as his cock seemed to swell and throb. Thiervy squeezed less gently at his balls and Mayport yelped. He twisted them both over onto their sides and hooked his leg over Thiervy\u2019s shoulder, pinning him easily for the taking.<\/p>\n

\u201cTouch yourself,\u201d Mayport said, breathless as he drove faster into the yielding grasp of Thiervy\u2019s throat. \u201cLet me see. Do it!\u201d<\/p>\n

He felt Thiervy shift around, then his cock was vibrated by a lusty groan. He lifted his head and could see Thiervy tugging roughly at his cock. Thiervy was staring up at him, though his eyes were glazed with pure and burning need.<\/p>\n

Mayport reached down and traced the curve of Thiervy\u2019s lips with his thumb. The tender flesh stretched and relaxed as Mayport slid in and out. Thiervy groaned, then somehow managed to smile around Mayport\u2019s thrusts.<\/p>\n

Mayport groaned in answer, whole body going tense as he pushed in deep, then froze as raw pleasure welled up in him. Thiervy swallowed and swallowed, throat milking Mayport\u2019s cock. His balls quivered then he howled out his satisfaction as he came.<\/p>\n

Mayport jerked and jolted as he poured all his need and lust down into Thiervy. \u201cSwallow it, oh fuck, so damn good!\u201d<\/p>\n

Thiervy groaned as he gulped, then his whole body shivered between Mayport\u2019s thighs. Thiervy broke out in goose bumps all over as he pumped his come onto the sheets. He leaned back, releasing Mayport\u2019s cock with an obscene popping noise.<\/p>\n

Thiervy kept his mouth open, and Mayport saw the last of his seed being swallowed down. Then Thiervy grinned, extremely pleased with himself. Mayport pulled him up onto the pillows again and dove in to kiss that swollen smile.<\/p>\n

They clung together for long, breathless moments. Then Thiervy sat up and made to crawl out of the bed. Mayport caught him by the arm and tried to pull him back down.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t,\u201d Thiervy said, and pulled away.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut we were just getting started,\u201d Mayport protested.<\/p>\n

\u201cI agree,\u201d Thiervy said. \u201cBut for tonight, we\u2019re done. My crew is here. I have to be in my own bed if they need me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you so afraid of?\u201d Mayport asked. \u201cWhy would they care?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey wouldn\u2019t,\u201d Thiervy said. \u201cYou\u2019re the one that seems to care so very much. Don\u2019t be so demanding. You don\u2019t really want me to sleep here anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mayport pulled the blankets up and got comfortable against the pillows. \u201cI wasn\u2019t planning on sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know you\u2019re not, but I am,\u201d Thiervy said. \u201cThere\u2019s work tomorrow, even if you sleep through the whole morning. That wreck of yours will never fly if you keep me preoccupied.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI wish you wouldn\u2019t be so practical,\u201d Mayport said. \u201cYou\u2019re more fun when you\u2019re being irresponsible.\u201d<\/p>\n

Thiervy finished pulling his clothes on and came over to kiss Mayport. \u201cI promise to be extremely impractical with you very soon.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mayport felt his mouth pull down into a pout. \u201cI can tell I\u2019m going to have to compete with a boat for your attention again. I should have remembered that before I had you come out here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, you should have,\u201d Thiervy said. \u201cYou\u2019ll understand better once you have one of your own. Are you sure you\u2019re not interested in telling me where we\u2019re going?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNew Amsterdam to start, but I hope it\u2019s only a beginning.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mayport rolled over onto his side and propped his head on his hands. \u201cApparently, there\u2019s a place called May Port somewhere in the south. I could show you on a globe, but that\u2019s the most I know about it. There\u2019s something there that my father knew about, hence my ridiculous name.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI never thought your name was ridiculous,\u201d Thiervy said. \u201cIt sounds nice to me. Like a safe haven, someplace I\u2019ll always be welcomed.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mayport smiled. \u201cYou\u2019ve got that much right. I\u2019m glad you\u2019re here. I need somebody to be practical for me, even when I fight against it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t count on me for that,\u201d Thiervy said. \u201cIf my working hours weren\u2019t at risk, I\u2019d have you tie me to that bedpost and carry on for the rest of the night.\u201d<\/p>\n

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