Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2001 01:18:56 -0000
From: kweer <kweer@lineone.net>
Subject: The Cabin Boy

This sordid little tale is sadly fictional. It concerns a guy with whom I
worked on a ferry, but that is where the reality ceases. I was besotted
even though I only worked with him for a couple of weeks.  I suppose I
should change his name, but I cannot bring myself to. This story infers
that he was gay, but he wasn't :-(

Life can be so cruel!!

The Cabin-Boy.

 That wintry day that I first joined the M.V. Cambria was just like any
other day that I had joined any other ferry. I was pissed-off at having to
come back to work, especially since I had had such an uneventful leave.
That, coupled with the long train journey from home that started at 4am,
meant that I wasn't in the mood for anything except dumping my gear in my
cabin, having a wank and going to bed. I was horny as hell, but that was
nothing new. I always get horny when I travel.

 As I was heading into the officers' accommodation, a hirsute silver haired
man in his mid-fifties who introduced himself as the Chief Engineer greeted
me.

"Ah, you must be our new Fourth Engineer" he said cheerily.

"Yeah." I said and offered my hand. "Dave." I said. "Pleased to meet you."

"O.K. There's a cabin made up for you down there. Last one on the right.
You're not on watch 'till four in the morning, so you can just dump your
bags and get some kip if you like. There's plenty time to look around the
ship tomorrow. The Second will be on watch with you for the first few days,
so there's no panic to get familiarised."

"Oh, nice one!" I enthused. "I'm pretty knackered. You know what these
'Dawn-Patrol' journeys are like."

"Only too well!" He smiled. "Have you eaten?"

"No, I'm fucking starving as it happens."

"Right, when you've dumped you gear in the cabin, just go two decks down
the stairs that you just came up, and you'll see a door with a combination
lock on it. The number's CX7402. In there you'll find the Officers' saloon
and with any luck the Messman will still have something left. I'll catch up
with you tomorrow O.K?"

"Excellent. Thanks Chief."

I found my cabin where he had said and literally let the rucksack drop from
my shoulders before looking around what was going to be my home for the
next week. "It'll do." I thought. "Small, but comfortable." I stuck my head
into the en-suite, then turned and flopped onto the bunk. "Christ, I need a
wank!" I murmured. "Food first."

I left the cabin and headed down the stairs into the saloon [dining room].
There was nobody in there, but I could see that there was still some food
in the hot-press, so I began helping myself to what looked like Veggie
Lasagne. I was so hungry and tired that I wasn't even that bothered if it
really was vegetarian or not. I just heaped it onto a plate and turned
around to sit at one of the tables. As I sat down, I heard a door open
behind me and a voice said

"Oh, ... I thought everyone had been for their dinner."

His was a voice that I liked immediately. He was well-spoken, and had tones
soft enough to melt even the most travel-hardened demeanour. I half-closed
my eyes and wished as hard as I could that when I turned around, I would
see the ideal form to go with that ideal voice. I wasn't disappointed.

"Ah, ... " He said knowingly "You must be the new Engineer. I'm Chris.
Officers' steward, or Messman, whatever you want to call it."

"Dave." I smiled, extending my hand to meet his "Nice to meet you Chris."

When our eyes met, it happened faster than it had ever happened before. I
was in lust! Every ship I go on, I seem to fall for somebody, but it had
never happened this quickly. It wasn't surprising, mind you. He looked
about twenty, around an inch shorter than me and cute enough to blow-away
anyone from any boy-band in history. The skin on his face was beautifully
clear save for a couple of tiny moles, and he had another one at the top of
his right ear. His hair was dark, almost black, shaven up the back and
short on the sides, with a short 'curtained' fringe. I had to tear myself
away from his eyes, as I was sure I was wearing a look of bedazzlement so
obvious that he couldn't help but read my thoughts.

"Is that OK for you, or would you prefer some meat?" He asked

"Eh? ... Sorry?... Oh! ... The Lasagne! ... No this is grand, thanks. I'm
trying as hard as I can to be a veggie, but I have to confess it's not
always that easy."

"I know. It gets easier, believe me. I was a vegan for six months a while
or so ago but it was too hard to keep it up."

"God, I could never go that far. I love cheese too much."

"Funny you should say that, ... that's what made me give up trying!"

What a smile he showed just then. Totally genuine, his dark brown eyes
glinting with sheer affability.  I smiled back, but was unable to think of
anything to say that wouldn't sound stupid. You know how tongue-tied you
get when someone completely bowls you over. There was an awkward silence,
but it didn't seem to faze him in the least.

"I made-up your cabin this morning. Did you find it OK?"

"Yeah, I found my towels and that. Don't suppose you've got an ashtray I
can have?"

"Er, ... I think I know where there's one. If you hang on 'till I've
cleared this lot away, I'll bring you one up, O.K? Just leave your plate on
the bench when you're finished. I'll see to it."

"Smashing. Nice one Chris, thanks!"

He turned back to the hot-press and set about collecting the food trays,
humming to himself, before getting into the lift. I was trying to avoid
thinking about my semi-hard dick, and throwing the food down my neck as
quickly as possible. I wanted to be there when he came up to deliver the
ashtray. I don't know what I thought I could achieve by this, I only knew I
wanted to be around him. To talk to him some more. To get to know him
better. To get to know him as well as anyone could get to know a person! I
was only halfway through the Lasagne, but even though it is my absolute
favourite food, my hunger had already been displaced by a different kind of
appetite. The kind that makes your stomach feel really uneasy in the nicest
possible way. I had to get back to that cabin, unpack my Gay Times magazine
and leave it somewhere highly visible. I figured that in this case it might
pay to advertise my sexuality. Being in the closet does tend to make it
rather more difficult to get laid than if you are open with people.

I put my plate on the bench in the servery and dashed up the stairs into
the cabin. The timing worked out perfectly. I was just taking the Gay Times
out of my rucksack when there was a knock at the door and he walked in as I
turned around with it in my hand, cover facing him.

"Here you go." He smiled as he handed me a glass ashtray "Is that this
month's?"

"Perfect!" I thought. "It's all coming together nicely."

"Yeah, I read most of it on the train down here. You can borrow it if
you're interested."

"The train?!" He said sounding surprised "You're braver than I am!"

"Not really." I grinned "I was sat in the last row of the carriage facing
everyone else, so nobody could have seen."

"Still, ... I don't think I could have done it. Is it OK if I borrow it
this afternoon? I get a couple of hours off so I can read it then."

"Yeah, sure! I've er, ... got some other mags as well, if you like ..."

"What, filth? ... Nice one!! I left my porn at home, this time. Mad rush to
get to the ship in time. My own fault, I should have packed the night
before."

I pulled four magazines from my rucksack and slid them into a drawer saying

"I'll stick' them in there. Just help yourself, don't bother asking."

"Cheers, I will. I'd better get back to work. You going to work now, or
going to bed?"

"No, I don't turn-to until 4 am, so I'll be turning-in in an hour or so.
When do you get your couple of hours off?"

"Probably in about an hour, right when you'll be going to sleep. I might be
able to sneak off a bit earlier, though."

"Cool. Chances are I'll still be up. In fact, there's plenty time for
sleep, so I'll stay up till you've popped-in."

He smiled with a glint in his eye and said

"OK see you shortly."

After he left, I set about unpacking and generally trying to make the time
until his visit pass quickly. I set up my laptop on the desk and connected
my phone to check my E-mail. I needn't have bothered, it was all spam. It
dawned on me that if there was a chance of getting with Chris today, I
should have a shower as it would serve to wake me up a bit and make me look
[and smell] a bit better. I pulled the privacy curtain across the door,
thinking that I'd better leave the door open in case Chris came back and
thought I was in bed. I got out of my clothes and stuffed them under the
couch, then got into the shower. I turned it up as hot as I could bear it
and before long, I started to feel a little more 'with it'. I sang a couple
of melodies as I soaped myself all over, enjoying the sensation of the
smooth suds against my skin and started to think about Chris and what I
wanted to happen when he returned. I thought about what it would be like to
hold him and have him touch me in my most sensitive places. As I rinsed, I
thought about how it would feel to stroke that perfect round arse of his
and slip off his uniform trousers as we pressed ourselves together.

I fought the urge to touch my dick, turned the shower off and began to dry
myself as I walked out of the en-suite. I got a shock when my gaze found
Chris'. He was sitting on my bunk with the magazines spread across the
duvet, and as he looked up at me he smiled. I saw his eyes look me up and
down as I wrapped my towel around.

"Jesus!" He smiled "You must really enjoy singing!" I followed his gaze to
my crotch where the hard-on that I had forgotten about was clearly evident
through the towel.

"I'll say this though, you've got a lovely voice."

"Thanks." I blushed then shot a quick-fire glance at his trousers "Those
magazines are obviously to your taste then?"

Then it was his turn to blush as he adjusted the stiffness in his
trousers. He paused as if he was making a decision, then stood up and
picked up the spare towel, walked around me and began drying my back. I was
quite surprised at how at ease we were with each other so soon after
meeting, but I liked it. I figured what the hell, and unwrapped my towel to
dry my front.

"Wow! Your back is seriously hairy!" He said

"I know" I sulked "It's fucking horrible, isn't it."

"No, no. I like 'em hairy. Slim, blond and hairy...... Perfect!"

I dropped my towel and turned my slim, blond, hairy body to face him. We
we're both grinning nervously at each other. I lifted my hands and placed
them on his sides and drew us slowly together until our lips and our
erections met. The thrill rushed through me and my dick seemed to get
harder than it had ever been before. His lips were really soft and moist
and slid effortlessly against my own as our tongues darted and danced in
and around our mouths. I came to my senses for a moment and separated from
him saying

"Er, ... it's probably a good idea if I close the door, eh?"

I turned to go to the door, but it was already closed. When I turned back
to him he was grinning mischievously.

"I'm way ahead of you, man. I just had a weird feeling that we, er,..."

"Would end up doing this..." I said closing my eyes and placing my lips
upon his once more. He replied by humming 'Mmmm-hmmm!'

This time we embraced fully. I caressed his back through his tight white
shirt whilst he slid his hands over my buttocks, squeezing gently and
sighing almost inaudibly. I pulled his shirt from the back of his trousers
and slid my hands inside. His skin was so soft and smooth that for a
fraction of a second, wondering if he somehow moisturised it distracted
me. We separated again locking our eyes together and I began unbuttoning
his shirt. The shirt removed, I undid his belt, and zipper, then slid his
trousers over his boxer-briefs and dropped them to the floor. Without
taking his lusty gaze away from my own, he stepped out of his trousers and
kicked them aside. He embraced me and I kissed his neck as I returned to
stroking his back and he to stroking my buttocks. I could feel the heat of
his groin through the material of his shorts and it drove me fucking wild!
I groaned and placed my tongue onto his and we allowed them to dance
together as I slid my hands into the back of his pants to explore his
smooth, warm cheeks. My cock was straining against his own solid flesh and
we writhed into each other for a few minutes, kissing passionately.

He drew back a couple of steps, leaving me feeling a little self-conscious
as his beautiful eyes did a survey of my body. I took my time to look at
his. He was slightly tanned with a slim build and, whilst he didn't have
much in the way of muscular definition, he was fit looking like a model
from one of the magazines strewn on the bunk. There was no body hair save
for a faint trace running from his navel down into his pants which was
partially obscured by tip of his penis poking out of the top. His legs were
extremely straight, and without any hair above the knee. I took a deep
breath and blew it back out hard in appreciation.

"Man, you are fuc-king gorgeous!"

"No, you are." He grinned back and stepped towards me placing the palm of
his hand against my scrotum and stroking up to the oozing tip of my aching
cock.

"No, YOU are!" I insisted, beaming into the glinting sepia pools that
watched me.

"No! YOU are!" He half-shouted, pushing me playfully backwards so that the
backs of my legs touched the couch and I fell into a sitting position.

My face was level with the royal blue material of his Calvins, so I pulled
him towards me and pushed my face against them inhaling slowly through my
nostrils as my hands returned once again to his near spherical arse
cheeks. He had obviously been working up a sweat at work, and I relished
the fresh, untainted scent that his labours had produced. It was delicious!
I could feel a part of the material was wet and I put my mouth over that
spot and sucked. My heart started racing and I could barely tear myself
away from the invigorating aroma that pervaded my very being. I moved my
head back and looked up at him as I hooked some fingers into the top of his
tight pants.

"Let's see what we have here, then." I grinned as I pulled the waistband of
his Calvins towards me, taking care not to touch his hardness. Once clear
of his cock, I slid the pants down to his ankles and took in the wondrous
sight of his manhood. It was uncut like mine, and as near to having the
same dimensions as my own, only it was perfectly smooth and slightly
darker. I supposed he liked to sunbathe naked. There was no hair at all on
his balls or at the base of his cock, but he had a small patch of short
pubes just above it that was so neat I would swear he had trimmed it to
perfection. I guess he was just not a very hairy person, but it suited him
to a tee, and made me want him even more.

I brought my head closer and allowed the very tip of my tongue to trace up
the side of his sac to the tip of his throbbing erection where I dipped it
into the pool of semen that sat in a little well created by his
foreskin. As I touched the head, it jerked and he gasped, his whole body
instantly tensing up. My hands caressed his arse again, occasionally
stroking down his cleavage but without touching the opening. Suddenly, I
slipped my lips over his shaft and down as far as I could go in one swift
movement. Chris groaned in a way that made it sound as if he was in pain
rather than ecstasy. I put my left hand under his balls and cupped them
while the middle finger of my right hand slid down his crack, this time
right onto the rosebud where I pressed ever so gently.

He was moaning continuously now and placing is hands on my ears, began to
rock back and forth, sliding in and out of my mouth while my tongue darted
and danced all around the soft skin of his rock-hard cock. I tapped my
finger on his anus and felt it begin to relax and open up. His sweating had
left it a little slippery, and I eased the end of my finger into it a
nanometre at a time. He moaned quite loudly then, and I moved my head off
his cock to look up at his face. His eyes were closed and he wore that
almost pained expression of sheer pleasure. He was utterly immersed in the
sensation that my finger was giving and pushed back onto it so that it went
in up to the second knuckle. I twisted it and wriggled it around and he
bent his knees thus opening his legs a little more. I went back to work on
his dick. There were a couple of veins showing now, and his scrotum had
tightened up. Surely he couldn't be that close already?

It didn't take long for him to find his rhythm and he was soon fucking my
throat rapidly as my finger slipped and wriggled in his warm backside. His
movements became more intense and he was breathing heavily. I reached my
left hand up to his right and stroked it. Chris responded by pulling it to
his lips and sucking my fingers. He was making a lot of noise now, and
thrusting wildly, so I quickened the pace of my finger movements and
pressed my tongue hard against his cock as it shuttled in and out.

"Ooh, Dave! ... I'm going ... to ... oh! ... oh!... oh sh...iii...t!!!" and
with that he thrust himself to the back of my throat and bit down onto my
left hand as he flooded my mouth with his cream. I gulped the first couple
of shots, but it was coming too much too fast and I had to let some of it
leak out of my lips. He shuddered and stood stiffly whilst the last few
spurts came. He looked up at the ceiling as he let out one last gasp,
before his legs buckled beneath him and he collapsed to the floor and lay
back panting like a marathon runner, his eyes remaining closed for a few
moments as his orgasm faded away.

"Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Fuck. Shit." Was all he could manage to say
between gasps of air as he lifted his head from the deck to look at me.

He was flushed crimson in his face and across his chest, but his ears
glowed Ferrari red.

"I'm guessing that was OK for you then?" I smiled

"OK?! ... Fucking OK?! ... That was ... it was ... shit I can't even tell
you how good it was!"

He started to giggle in his exhausted state, then looked at me, and at my
dripping cock bobbing with the pulse of blood that was trying impossibly to
make it harder than it already was.

"Now it's your turn." He said and the look on his face faded from amusement
back to lust "Come here and fuck me like your life depends on it. I want to
see how stupid YOU look when YOU'RE cumming!"

He extended a hand towards me and, accepting it, I crawled on top of him
and kissed him deeply, excited by the fact that he was still breathing very
heavily. I placed little kisses on his neck and that sensitive part below
his silky earlobes. He wrapped his legs around my back and his hand around
my shaft and pulled me into his crack. I slipped in all the way easily, but
was then surprised by him tightening up and squeezing my cock with his
muscles. It was hot in there. Much warmer than any I had experienced before
and the fact that my cock was so wet meant that I was soon sliding the
entire length out to the tip and back in to the hilt with little resistance
save for his clamping me. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me
away from him a little.

"Sit up straight" he whispered "so I can cum again."

I brought my knees up to his sides below the ribs and straightened my back
to the vertical. He began vigorously wanking his still hard cock. It was an
incredibly erotic sight, and the sensation I was getting from my own
hardness was driving me mad as I eased in and out of him.

"Jesus Chris, this isn't going to last long."

"It's OK, keep going, don't slow down." He replied urgently.

Again, I did as I was commanded and increased my thrusting until I was
fucking him as fast and as deep as I could go. We looked at each other and
locked our gaze together. My facial muscles went into overdrive and twisted
and contorted my features as I ploughed in and out of the beautiful boy
beneath me. I was getting really close, now and bit my lips and closed my
eyes. I was breathing deep and fast through my nostrils and I could hear
his breathing increasing too. Without the usual gradual build-up that I
usually get, I suddenly erupted into him.

"Aaaah! ... Ah! ... Ah! ... Ah! ... mmmmmmmmm ... oh fuck! ... oh Chris!"

I looked down at him and he was staring through my eyes and into my soul as
he pounded his cock. He was panting too, and I wrongly thought he was
faking it for my benefit. As my legs began to shake and the first bolt of
my cum shot into him I was amazed to see him shooting streams of cum onto
his chest and stomach.

"Ooh! ... Yeah! ... Fuck me! ... Fill me! ... Fuck my arse! ... Shit!
... Aaaaah!!"

"Oh Chris! ... Cum with me! ... Yes! ... oh god! ... mmmmmmmmm!"

I fell forwards onto him them and we lay holding each other and trying to
catch our breath. With my cheek pressed to his, he turned his head and
kissed me. It was such a beautiful moment that I didn't want it to end. I
suppose we lay there for five minutes or so, but that perfect moment had to
end sooner or later.

"Oh, I don't want to go back to work now." He moaned "I just want to climb
in your bunk with you and sleep for a week"

"Bless!" I joked "I have to say though, that was pretty intense! As soon as
I started I knew I wouldn't last long."

"Well, you definitely did the business. I'm not really a fan of those
marathon sessions anyway."

"No, me neither." I said. "I couldn't believe it when you came again. It
was amazing! If that was me I wouldn't be able to cum for another hour or
two and even then I wouldn't shoot very much at all, but you came loads
both times! I tell you, those are some mega-productive nuts you got there,
matey"

"I once wanked-off 7 times without stopping, and managed to shoot something
each time, all in the space of an hour and a half."

"Fuck me!" I exclaimed.

"Aha, that brings me to my next question ... will you let me do it to you
sometime?"

"Fucking right! Why should I do all the work?!"

We giggled to ourselves for a bit, then got up from the deck and cleaned
up. I loved how he was still glowing red, especially his cute ears. They
were no bigger than anyone else's, but stuck out a little, making him look
really sweet and giving the illusion of boyish innocence.

"What time do you work till then?" I asked

"I finish about sevenish." He paused and showed his 'thinking' look again
"Can I come up and see you when I do?"

"I'd like nothing better, Chris, but I honestly don't think you'll be able
to wake me, I'm so knackered. You're welcome to try though." I grinned

"Right, I will then. I'm fucked myself, but I'd really like to climb in
your bed and just sleep with you."

"I'd like that." I said

He dressed quickly and we hardly exchanged a word. I suspect we were
thinking the same thing. What did it mean that we just wanted to sleep next
to each other? Was I falling in love with him? Was he falling for me? My
head was just a mess of exhaustion and post-coital torpor.

Once dressed, he smiled at me and I grabbed him into a tight hug.

"Thanks for that Dave."

"Oh, it was my pleasure! Best shag I've had for ages." Again there was the
awkward silence, but we simply smiled at one another and it changed from
awkwardness to closeness. Someone once said that love is being able to be
with someone in perfect silence without feeling the need to make
conversation, and at that moment, I understood exactly what he or she
meant.

We kissed our farewell and he left. I swept the magazines from my bunk and
blacked out the cabin windows and lights save for the one above the bunk. I
climbed under the duvet and smoked a cigarette, pondering on what had
happened and how I felt about it. I felt good. Really good. I stubbed out
the cigarette, switched off the light and closed my eyes feeling at once
the veil of tiredness taking my consciousness away.

Next thing I knew, there was an awful noise from behind my head. I reached
a hand behind me and plucked the phone from its cradle on the bulkhead.

"Hello?"

"Is that Dave?"

"Yes ... ?"

"It's three thirty, mate. You're on watch at four OK?"

"Oh, right, yeah thanks."

I put the phone down and switched the light on to look at the sleeping
beauty beside me. He must have crawled in without waking me. I felt the
heat from his body cuddling me and would have become immediately hard, but
it was already like solid stone. I could feel that he was too. Shit! I
didn't need this! I had to get up, but I was seriously horny. OK, maybe
just a quick wank, then. I started stroking my erection with my right hand
while my left softly caressed his side and down to his smooth arse. He
awoke instantly and smiled at me. Without a word, he disappeared under the
duvet and went to work. He was pretty good, and before long I was squirting
gobs of thick spunk down his throat. He swallowed eagerly and sprayed my
legs with cum as he worked himself. He surfaced and we kissed for a few
minutes allowing me to taste my own cum from his mouth.

"Shit!! ... I have to go, Chris!"

"Awwww! ... "

"I know. It's a nightmare isn't it. Still, we've got the rest of the week
together, and then ... well, who knows."

I kissed him and leapt from the bunk and into the shower to reluctantly
rinse his cum from my body. I wanted to just rub it in, but in the hot
environment of an engine room, it would have begun to smell really strongly
after a couple of hours.

I emerged from the shower and dried myself as fast as I could. He was sat
against the bulkhead smoking and watching me with amusement as I panicked
to get ready for work. When I was all set to go, I turned and kissed him.

"Just stay here if you like." I said "I'll give you a wake up call."

"Please. About seven thirty, if you can."

"OK. See you later you sexy bastard!" I kissed him again and headed for the
door.

"See you later, darlin'." He said, "I can't wait."

The End? ... you decide!
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