Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2017 07:40:02 +0000
From: John <bokjay123@hotmail.com>
Subject: Able Semen 1 of 7. Beginnings

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A Very Able Semen

By John -- bokjay123@hotmail.com

Part 1

Hi! My name is Mike.  I am 22 years old and a 3rd Engineer with one of the
biggest container shipping lines in Europe.  I love the life, going to
different countries, meeting new people when we are in port and getting the
chance sometimes to have a look around the sights.

But although I love it now, at first I went through hell and thought going
to sea was the biggest mistake I ever made.  I thought I was going to die!
Last weekend on a visit back home, I came across some of the diaries I used
to keep and read a few of them again.  Everything came back to me, making
me shudder at times when I remembered that first trip.

Let me start at the beginning, just before I got my first job.

My dad had always insisted I work hard at school, making sure I did my
homework before going off with my friends.  I got some good grades and as
schooling neared its end, my thoughts turned to what I would do with myself
and how to put them to good use.  I had always been interested in ships,
building lots of kit models, reading books and novels about ships and life
at sea.  In my town, there were not a great variety of jobs available and
also in that last year, the biggest factory and employer in the district
closed down. Increasingly I thought of getting out of the place and that
brought me back to ships.  My Uncle Billy had been in the Royal and
Merchant Navies and I often talked with him his time with them.

"You will do well there, a lad like you can't go wrong", he used to say,
"and a fine life for a young lad, they will be queuing up for you when you
get into port," he winked.  Stuff like that really got my dreams going.

In the last couple of months of school, I made my decision; I would join
the Merchant Navy.  My dad thought it was a good idea too, so I had the
family's backing.

Dad had a friend from Liverpool and he agreed, "Mike will have a great
life, smart lad like that, no problem!"

He had some contacts with his old company and arranged for me to go to
their offices and sit an exam.  This I passed which meant I would go on to
a training school for new boys who would serve an engineering
apprenticeship with them.

So when I finished with my state schooling, I joined the merchant navy
training scheme in Liverpool.  It was during this time that the newspapers
were full of Britain's recession and stories of companies laying off
workers or closing down.  The company I was to join after the training
school was also in the headlines, I saw one story where the Chairman denied
rumours that they were in financial trouble.  Things didn't look too rosy,
but I kept on doing my best. Many of my mates' back home had not been able
to find jobs, so it looked as though I had made the right move.

Soon enough, the training programme finished and I went back home to wait
for my first posting with the company.  But it didn't come quickly; weeks
followed weeks waiting for news.  I got very bored sitting at home.  My
mates were jealous at first that I had a job, but when I was still home day
after day, they began to think I was putting them on.  My dad was worried
too, his company was laying off people and the thought of providing for the
whole family if the worst came to the worst, well, it didn't make for a
happy time.

Then one morning through the post was the news I'd been waiting for.  Mr
Mike...... to join the vessel Northern Prince at Liverpool in two weeks
time, etc. etc.  I jumped up and down for joy; finally, it had all come
right!  Not only my first assignment but the Northern Prince was the
company's newest vessel, I couldn't believe my luck.

Slowly the time dragged on till the day I jumped on the train, saying
goodbyes to all the family and shedding a few tears with my mom.  I didn't
expect to get so emotional, but suddenly the thought of leaving home and
being away from them, well you can guess.

In Liverpool, I found my way to the port office where there were lots of
people milling around.  When I showed my papers to the officer there, he
stabbed his finger at the newspaper on the desk.  Hadn't I read the papers,
he asked me?  I picked it up and looked at the article. My heart dropped to
the floor.  "Prince Lines in financial difficulties, three ships sold off
to reduce debt."

I looked at the officer and asked what it all meant.  "It means you don't
have a ship to go to," he said.  "As of this morning it belongs to somebody
else and one of their crews will now take over.  You best be going home and
wait to see what the company has for you now".

I could just see myself back home with no job.  Everybody at the office was
in the same position and they would all be running around looking for work
with other companies.  I didn't imagine anyone wanting a new kid straight
from school.  The tears were back at the corners of my eyes again.  I went
outside and wiped them, not wanting anyone to see what effect this had.

Slowly I walked around the docks wondering what to do and how I might
approach other companies to see if they had work.  I came to the Northern
Prince and stood looking up at her, now silent and still.  Close by,
another chap asked me if I was one of her crew.  I told him I'd been due to
join her today, but now didn't have a job.  He sympathised with my
situation but told me times were tough and bound to get worse before they
got better.

But as if just remembering, he said he'd heard the "Harmonia" down the dock
was missing an engine room hand today, why didn't I give her a try.  I
looked up and wondered at my luck.  He saw my enthusiasm and said for me to
go to the ship and find Henry, the Chief, and tell him that Albert sent me.
I thanked him time and again before running down the dock road. I thought I
would take it, just to get me started with something rather than go home
empty handed.  I couldn't bear to see the look on my mates or my family's
faces when I told them the job with Prince Lines had fallen through.

I found the "Harmonia". She looked awful, to say the least.  Only small
compared to the Northern Prince, she must have been twenty-five years old
if not more and probably that was when it was last painted too.  But I
needed that job, so up the gangway I went and found my way to the Chief's
office and asked for Henry.  He came along soon enough, but he was not what
I expected.  Just an oldish chap in dirty overalls with a cigarette hanging
out the corner of his mouth.  Taking my papers, he just glanced through
them and then stared at me for what seemed a long while.

Abruptly he said something like, "Okay lad, you got the job, the pay is
this and you will do that.  We leave on the evening's tide.  Take it or
leave it."

I said yes, it would be fine, although the pay was a pittance; I was
thinking only that it would be a start.

He shouted at someone to take me to a cabin and stow my gear away, then to
report to him in two hours time.  The man was not much older than me and
introduced himself as Brian.  He was really inquisitive, asking about my
training, had I been on a ship before etc. etc.  When I said no, this was
the first, he told me everything was okay but that the Chief could be a bit
of a bastard.

"My advice to you," he said, "is keep on the right side of him, and then
you'll be okay.  I don't think you will have a problem though."

He put me into a cabin and told me I was sharing with the Sparks and Radio
ops, name of Barry.  Nice chap he said, you won't have any trouble with
him.  I wrote a quick letter home telling them all that had happened and at
my good fortune in securing this work. They would be wondering about me
after reading the newspaper that morning.

My job was a general dogsbody, cleaning this, fetching that, going for
coffee to the mess, you name it and I did it.  The Engine room was the
province of Henry the Chief and Charles, the second engineer.  In fact,
Henry ran the whole ship, the Master was an old soak and kept himself in
his cabin most of the time and I hardly ever saw him. So everyone came to
Henry about decisions on just about everything.

I soon met Norman on my frequent visits to the mess where he was the cook.
He was a bit of an old woman with his airs and gestures.  I had not met
anyone like him before then, but nowadays I know a lot.  But he was a nice
man and was interested in what I was doing and how everything was going for
me.  He told me just to make sure I "did alright" by Henry and the whole
ship would be happy.  I had no idea what he meant but didn't pursue it.

"When Henry is in a bad mood," Norman told me, "the whole ship will know
about it and everyone suffers, so be a sweet and just make him happy".

I was determined to do my job well, even if it was not the ship I thought I
was going to.

My first inkling that all was not right was about seven days out from
Liverpool.  We were heading to some port in Africa and the weather warmed
day by day.  Soon most of the crew were working in nothing but shorts, me
just some old jeans I had cut right down.  Even old Henry and Charley wore
shorts but with grimy stained old vests.  It was an afternoon in the engine
room and nothing had broken down or needed attention.  Henry and Charley
were seated at a little table drinking from a bottle of whisky.  I was
cleaning some machinery close by them when Henry called me over.  He had a
grin on his face and asked me what my life story was, now was the time he
wanted to hear about me.

I started telling them about getting the job with Prince Lines, Charley
cracking a few jokes at some of the stuff I said.  Henry was chuckling away
and at one point he patted my bum.  His hand remained there for a while and
I thought nothing of it, but on returning from some gesture he made, his
hand went back to rest at the top of my leg, under the shorts.  He kneaded
my bum a little and said he had got himself a fine young helper and they
had to show me the ropes.  Charley was grinning from ear to ear and reached
over to test the muscles in my legs, first my calves, then up to my thighs,
over my stomach to my arms and then back down again. I tried to step back a
bit, but Henry's hand suddenly stiffened on my bum to keep me in my place.

I was getting very nervous at their liberties with my body.  I know they
were only making fun, but I didn't like it at all.  Charley said I had the
makings of some good muscles when I had some work under my belt, and asked
me how much muscle I had there.  His hand grabbed my crotch and squeezed to
find my cock beneath.

"Oh! Not a bad piece of meat Henry," he said, "the lad will be a big-un
when he's a bit older.  Here, have a feel of him".

He pushed me more towards Henry who put his other hand where Charlie's had
just been.

As Henry started feeling my balls and cock through the shorts, I panicked.
Pushing them both away, I said I was going for some coffee to the mess, and
turned to hurry out of the engine room.  Not more than ten paces and
something floored me to the deck.  A loud metallic noise followed and a
piece of steel tubing around four feet long rattled across the grating
floor.  I felt like my body was broken in two.  Trying to get up, I was
startled by Henry grabbing the hair on the back of my head and yanking me
up.

"You little fucker, don't you ever walk away from me."  His other hand
smacked into the side of my face and I saw stars.  "You little jumped up
asswipe, who the fuck do you think you are?" he shouted.

I heard Charley say anxiously, "Take it easy on him Henry, the lads new and
doesn't know anything yet."

I tried to heave myself up, but then I was catapulted forward by Henry's
boot as he kicked me in the backside.  I stumbled towards the door, hearing
Henry swearing behind, "That little fucker better start learning what to do
around here or he'll be over the side, won't be the first either."

I was scared to death and didn't know what to do.  My body was in agony and
I knew I had to do something about it.  Going to the medic, I told him I
had fallen down the stairway in the engine room.  He had me drop my shorts
and checked me all over.  I had no broken ribs but they were very badly
bruised.  The boot up my ass had connected onto the tailbone and that hurt
like hell too.  Arnold, the medic, gave my ass a good examination, more
than I thought necessary, but he did clean me up okay, stopped my nose
bleeding and put cream where it hurt.

As I was going to leave, he said, "You know Mike, I am not a doctor, if you
break anything you will be in big trouble on this ship.  I can only patch
up cuts and bruises, not much more.  If I were you, I would be nice to
Henry or else it might be the death of you."

How did he know it was Henry when I told him I had fallen?  I made my way
to the mess, I guess I needed a shoulder to cry on and I knew I would get
comfort and advice from Norman.  As soon as he saw me, he rushed over and
helped me sit next to where he was working.

"Oh! You poor boy", he said, "what did I tell you about not getting on the
wrong side of Henry. It was Henry, wasn't it?"  I nodded.  "I knew it," he
said.  "You will have to be more careful."

I wished him dead and told Norman so.

But he surprised me and said, "No Henry is not a bad man, you do alright by
him and you can do anything you like, mark my words.  It's always the same
with you young lads, got your head filled with your own notions, but you
have to get on in this world and make the best of it.  On this boat, that
means getting on with Henry.  The sooner you learn that the better for you
and everyone."

After coffee and some of Norman's cakes, I went back to my cabin to rest.
After a short while, Barry came in off his watch.  He had already heard of
my misfortune and more or less told me the same as Norman.  I drifted off
to sleep thinking about what I could do about my situation.  I wanted to
get back to home as soon as possible, I hated it here.

Part 2

The next day in the engine room was just as if it had only been my
imagination.  Henry was his usual self, not making any remarks on
yesterday's do.  I worked as best as I could, even though I was still in
some pain. When the first opportunity arose, I apologised to Henry, saying
I was sorry I had been so rude.  I didn't feel sorry, but I wanted to make
amends in whatever way I could.  He seemed embarrassed then and said,
"Don't mention it." He patted my bum and told me about some job that he
wanted attending to.

A few days later and we were south of the equator, and it was hot, hot,
hot.  Imagine the heat from those engines, no A/C and the humid weather. I
was running in sweat even before getting to work and my shorts were glued
tight with the perspiration.  Everyone was the same.  In those conditions,
I didn't expect to find Henry and Charley at it again with the whisky, but
they were.  I could hear snatches of the conversation, Charley spinning
some sexy tale about his past conquests.  They were laughing a lot and
enjoying the reminiscing.  They had also made themselves hard I could
easily see, and both of them weren't bothered about openly groping their
crotches and squeezing dicks, whenever Charley got to some juicy part of
the story.

I had to show Henry some part I had cleaned up and went over to him.  He
kept me waiting while Charley went on with his tale.  When he finished,
Charley shook his stiff cock to signify some point.

Henry laughed then said to me "Now that's what we call a real cock, old
Charley has the biggest one on this ship, don't you Charley?"

"Aye, I'm proud of my tackle, but it was nowt special when I was Mike's
age, only got bigger when I started using it.  In fact, I bet young Mike is
bigger now than I was then, I felt a right big sausage under them shorts
the other day."

I was embarrassed at the mention of the problem we had before but was
determined not to do anything to upset these two again.

Henry chortled, "Give this here young lad a look at a real cock Charley.  I
bet it will open his eyes a bit".

Charley laughed and told me to come closer, which I did.  He flicked open
the top button and drew down the zip.  I didn't want to look but went along
with them.  He reached inside and then looked at me.

"You ready for this young-un?"  With that, he pulled out the longest dick I
could imagine.

"Shit!" I exclaimed and they laughed at my expression.

He waved it around, then took my hand and pulled it to his cock.  I
resisted at first but he was forceful, so I did as he wanted.  I don't
think I had touched another's cock till then.  This was so thick and long
and it felt like it was on fire.

Charley said, "Now Mike, tell me if you have seen one like this before".

"No," I said, "Nothing ever like this."  In fact, the only cock I had seen
were my classmates in the changing room showers after football, and nobody
was remotely this size.

It twitched as I held on with Charlie's hand over mine so I couldn't pull
away.  He moved my hand up and down, to emphasise what he had.

Charley repeated himself, "It were no bigger than yours either when I was a
teenager".

As if to confirm what he'd said, he put his other hand on the top of my
cut-offs and yanked them open, the zipper running down as he pulled the
flap to one side.  He still held my hand on his cock, but with his other,
he went over the top of the elastic and pulled down the jockeys to exhibit
my own dick.

He grabbed it and held it up for Henry's inspection. "See the lad is well
made already, he will give a good few satisfaction with this, I'll bet."

His hand moved up and down my shaft so that it started to fill out even as
I wished it to stay small.  Henry leant forward better to see.  He reached
to feel the weight and cup my balls.  The only thought in my mind was not
to get them upset, instead of doing what I wanted to do, run like hell!

Henry agreed with Charley on my cock, saying it was a grand specimen for
someone of my years.

He reached around and pulled my briefs and shorts right down, saying "Look
at his ass, the lad's got a comely shaped bum if ever there was one, don't
you think Charley?"

Both of them ran their hands over my ass just as if I was an animal being
inspected.  I stood my ground though and didn't wince.

Charley piped up next, "Well Henry, this won't do, us two showing all we
are made of and you keep yourself to yourself.  Get that cock out and show
Mike here you're not shy in your old age".

Henry stood and dropped his shorts, showing his cock standing to attention.
There we were, three of us with our dicks on display, I felt a real fool!

Charley said, "Now Mike, you've had a feel at mine, just see if there is a
difference with Henry's, take it in your other hand and keep this one on
mine."

I did as he asked and both cocks jumped and twitched to my touch.  Charley
grabbed my dick again and Henry felt my balls and slid his oily hands over
my arse.

Henry said, "Well ain't this grand, just the job to take the heat out of my
balls".

Charley answered, "Well I think he is putting the heat in mine," and they
both laughed.

"Now," Henry said, "Just work it a bit faster son, yes like that, makes a
man feel good does that".

Charley was frigging my cock up to hard and with the sight of the two
obviously enjoying themselves, a nice feeling was coming over me like I
hadn't experienced before.

Charley must have seen it written on my face, for he said, "Now Mike, we
can see you are loving it so just make sure we all do and keep busy with my
cock now."

I did as he said and wanked it faster till I could tell I was doing it
right for him.  Henry's hand was groping around my ass, even going in the
crack to tickle behind my balls.  The feeling was new to me, but I had to
admit it was nice.

We stood wanking each other, till Charley announced that his soup was on
the boil and was about to spill out.  Henry grunted, "Me too", then before
I knew it they were jetting long strands of cum onto my stomach and
legs. Charley didn't stop wanking me, he did it faster and faster as he
came while Henry was working his fingers in my crack and touched my ass
hole.  Before I could object, a hot feeling flowed through me and I moaned
as my cock erupted with a great wad of jizz onto the floor in front.

Both of them laughed and said what a good do that was.  I pulled up my
shorts again feeling embarrassed once more.

Henry patted my bum, "Why don't you run up to the mess and bring us some
mugs of coffee eh?"

"Okay", I said and walked over to the exit.

"Oh yes," he called after me, "Tell Cook to send some of his cream buns
down as well".

I conveyed the message to Norman, who just looked at me staring.

"What's the matter?" I said.

He rushed over and gave me a big hug.  "Henry wants cream buns"?

"Yes, that's what he said, why"?

"Well it sounds to me as if you are finally getting on the right side of
him, he doesn't ask for cream buns unless he is feeling particularly
pleased with himself!  I do hope things will start getting better for you
now, didn't I tell you?"

He danced around his table singing as he made up the order and retrieved
some cakes from the fridge.  Taking them back down the engine room, we all
sat around feeding our faces like a bunch of kids, nothing said at what had
happened minutes before but all of us including me were in good humour.

So that was getting on the right side of Henry.  Nobody had spelt it out
for me and there I was thinking it was all about just working hard.  Still,
it was okay, better than being beaten with a steel tube.  If this was what
it was, I could live with it, no problem. I even admitted to myself I liked
Charley wanking me off, but I just whispered it to myself, didn't shout!!

Going about the ship, I had the feeling the crew were smiling at me, the
atmosphere had changed.  Everyone seemed that bit friendlier, more ready to
help me when I needed something done.  Things began to improve or so I
thought.

Part 3

It was only three days later and we were finishing up on putting a pump
unit back together.  The job had gone well, there were no leaks to make
Henry swear and curse.  It was nearly my finishing time, and Henry said for
me to go and get coffee for them.  I soon returned with three steaming mugs
and Henry fished out his bottle of scotch and poured some into his and
Charlie's.  Charley was already into another tale of his and Henry motioned
for me to sit and not interrupt.  It was about the time Charley and some
other crew had taken a woman onto a ship for a party and it turned into a
big gangbang.  He could tell a tale, keep you hanging with suspense and
create something as though you were watching a film.  I shuffled in my
seat, suddenly aware that I had a hard on with listening to the story.  I
looked at Charley and Henry, finding both with a tent their shorts.

Henry started squeezing his cock whilst he hung onto every word.  I watched
both of them, going from one to the other studying their faces.  Charley
was turning himself on, Henry was mesmerised by the story, with his eyes
looking into the distance as he pictured the story unfolding.  Then I saw
Henry's hand go into his fly and he started slowly frigging his cock.  My
own was feeling ready to burst also, but I couldn't wank myself in front of
these two.

I was looking at Charley when I felt Henry's hand grabbing mine and putting
it on his cock, which was now standing out of his shorts.  Instinctively I
resisted, but he tightened his grip, so I relented and let him place it.
He guided it up and down signalling that's what he wanted me to do.  I had
to admit to a kind of curiosity about doing this.  Not having any
experience about what other guys did or how they wanked themselves, it did
get my attention and interest.  The main reluctance I guess was due to my
embarrassment.  But these two didn't display any at all; everything seemed
to be normal with them.  Was this just the adult world I asked myself?

Seeing at what Henry had me do, Charley opened up his own and pulled out
his monster.  He kept on with the story telling about this girl who took it
up her cunt, in her ass and in her mouth at the same time, and then did it
all again with three more of them.

"What we could do with her here right now," said Henry wistfully.

"Couldn't we just," replied Charley, "But look what we got, only young Mike
here," and he laughed, giving me a wink.

"Aye, Mike is not so bad at doing this, but it's a long way from your woman
ain't it?

"Well," said Charley laughing again, "he's only one hole short of three,
and there are only two of us, so maybe that will be no loss".

Henry laughed again and looked at me smiling.  I didn't know what they were
on about, but I certainly didn't like the sound of it.  They were just
talking about fucking, so how could I be of any help.

"Come here son", said Henry pulling me up from my chair.

He guided me to stand in front of him, and then pushed me down till I was
kneeling on the floor.  I didn't have a clue to what he wanted or was
doing, I guessed he wanted me to wank him in a different position somehow.

"Now son, you be a good lad and just do what that lady did in Charlie's
story."

I didn't know what he meant, but he put his hand to the back of my head and
pushed me down to his cock.

"Just put Chief's cock in that sweet mouth of yours and be a good boy".

I didn't answer for my head was pushed down on it straight away. But I
wouldn't open my mouth, couldn't believe what he expected me to do.  He
gave me a cuff to the side of my head which made me remember my previous
experience, so I did as he wanted and opened.

I retched at first with the feel of a cock was in my mouth, I felt sick and
was sure I would throw up at any moment.

I heard Henry say "Well that is nice, that's just what I need after hearing
about Charlie's escapades.  Oh yes, that is a good boy".

The fact that I was pleasing him made me feel better somehow.  He was
cooing and stroking the back of my head, telling me how good it felt,
asking me to take more of it into my mouth.  Soon it was a bit better; I
didn't feel like throwing up.  I was also happy that I was making him happy
too.  I tried harder to do what he asked and soon got to know the signs
when my tongue touched a particularly sensitive part.  It twitched when I
slid my tongue to the underside and I could feel a surge of heat and size
when I held my breath and tried to take as much as I could into my mouth.

 "Well Mike, you are learning fast.  Charley this boy is top notch, I think
we'll be giving him a pay rise if he keeps up with this".

I felt something like a glow of pride at doing it right.

"Here Charley, just see if young Mike is as good as your lady".

He pulled me off his cock and pushed me towards Charley.  He guided me to
his monster but I could not so easily get it in.

"Now son," said Charley, "The knack is to relax, don't let it make you gag,
just control your reflex and you'll soon get the hang of it".

I tried to do as he said and felt some improvement.  I worked at it, making
my throat relax and not retch as his big cock pressed into the back.  I
seemed to manage better for I could soon take quite a bit.  When I felt as
if there was as much in there as possible, Charley lifted his hips and with
his hand pressing the back of my head, managed to shove even more into me.

Soon I was feeling pleased with my accomplishments and felt that they would
appreciate my efforts. Henry reached from behind me to undo my shorts.  My
hard on was bursting and I was hoping he would wank me as Charley had done
before.

He felt my dick, "Oh my goodness Charley, young Mike has a real stiffy.  I
think he has taken a liking to his seafaring career.  Certainly feels like
it judging by the state of this here cock".

He frigged it a little, but then pulled me up so I was in a kneeling
position on all fours kind of thing.  Then he eased down my shorts and
briefs.  I thought it was so he could get at my cock easier, so I helped
him as best as I could to get out of my stuff whilst still doing what
Charley wanted.

Henry did go back to my cock, but for just a short time.  He felt at the
back of my balls, opening my legs wide so he could reach from behind.  His
hands played with my ass cheeks as well, which I soon liked the feel of. He
touched my asshole and made me jump.  Gently he tickled the opening till I
got used to his finger there.  I wished he would frig me, for I would
surely have cum straight away if he would just touch my dick.

I wasn't sure exactly what he was doing with my bum hole, but the
sensations were nice.  Charley made sure I could not look by keeping my
mouth working on him.  Soon I got the feeling that he must have put a
finger into me, for I could feel a pressure building in that region.
Quickly I got used to it though and my mind went back to managing Charlie's
dick.  But only for a little while, for again I felt a pressure building
within me.  Somehow, Henry was giving me the feeling of playing with my
cock but from the inside.  I had no idea how, but that's the message my
brain was receiving.  Then I realised I could increase this feeling by
squeezing and then relaxing my ass muscles, till I got into a rhythm of
doing just that.

Suddenly though, my world seemed to crash down around me, my insides
explode in one almighty moment.  I didn't know what had happened, but my
ass was burning up and I wanted to vomit.  Charley sensed it, but instead
of letting me up, he pressed my head down even harder.  Henry was stroking
my back and after a while, the bad feeling started to recede.

"Now son, just do your best for me, eh?"

The awful feeling returned as I felt Henry's body come into contact with my
bum.  Then he moved away and then came close to me again.  I started to
twist and turn trying to get away from whatever was making this bad feeling
deep inside, but Henry's bear like grip kept me just where I was.

Luckily, the bad feeling soon started to go away.  Whatever he was doing I
didn't know, but a much nicer warm glow replaced it.  Somewhere about now I
suddenly realised that he was fucking me.  Stupidly I hadn't thought of it
before, but now I was sure.  A fright took hold and made me brace in
horror.  But just as I tensed the warm glow in my ass got better and
better, so that I thought I might have been mistaken about the whole thing.
Surely it would kill me if he really were trying to fuck me?

Henry grunted something to Charley, who gave back some reply.  Reality
finally took hold as both of them then started to move faster, I could feel
Henry's loins slapping into my ass and Charlie's cock seemed to press ever
deeper down my throat.  Both of them started to moan.  The taste in my
mouth started to change, but before I could really think about it, Charley
bucked really hard sending his cock almost into my stomach, or so it felt.
A gush of juice filled my mouth and forced its way past his cock and
dribbled down my chin.  I was trying to swallow it so that I might breathe
and I wouldn't choke, but there was so much to deal with.

Henry gripped my waist like a vice and slammed his body into mine with a
rapidly increasing speed.  As he began grunting I felt something get even
bigger in my ass, the heat was tremendous and this was followed by what
felt like hot liquid filling me up.  Henry collapsed onto my back
exhausted.  Charley carefully pulled out his now shrinking cock from my
mouth, still dribbling his sperm.

I didn't feel so good, hard to explain but it seemed like I was going to be
sick.  But my mood lifted a little as the Chief praised me.

"Well son, you have done us real proud today," said Henry.

"First rate," said Charley, and patted my back. "How you feeling son?" he
queried.

"I think I'm okay", I replied, but not really sure.

"Here, let me help you stand up," he said taking my hand and weight.  My
knees were weak and my legs shaking like mad.

"Poor lad", we have forgotten all about him," said Charley as he took hold
of my slightly deflated cock.  But at his touch, it quickly stiffened
again.  "Let me help you," he said and started to jack my cock.

His touch was nice, and as I closed my eyes and relished the feeling my
juice quickly started to come.  He put one hand on my ass and massaged the
cheeks, even going between them and feeling my hole too.  Just touching me
there had me shooting my load, and what a lot there was too.  It surprised
even me and I'd seen myself cum plenty!

But that was me finished for the day and I hauled myself back to my cabin.
After a long shower, I rested on my bunk a while till a stomach-ache sent
me to the toilet.  I made a big dump in the pan and then was really shocked
to see some blood there. I tried to stop it with tissue, but then in a
panic, I fled to Norman hoping he would be able to help.

"Whatever is wrong treasure?" he said as I burst into the kitchen.

I tried to explain I had a problem but found it hard to tell what they had
done to me.

"Norman, I'm bleeding" I cried.

"Oh my God," he said, "What did they do to you?"  "I don't know for sure,
but they were playing with my ass, I think I've been fucked".  I knew it
but was so embarrassed to actually say.

I started sobbing feeling sorry for myself.

"Well we would like to think we would know when we have been fucked," he
said a bit sourly.  "Come on, Uncle Norman will sort you out in my cabin."

Off we went to his room.

"Now let me tell you, old Uncle Norman has all the potions for when things
go wrong in this business.  The medic can fix your toothache, but he knows
nowt when it comes down to the pleasure regions.  In this game, you are
bound to catch something sooner or later, so just know you can always come
to me."

He opened a box on his dresser.  It was like a small pharmacy, there was so
much stuff in there.

"Now, let me have a look at you, get out of those shorts and lie down
across the bed with your feet on the floor."

I was a bit reluctant to expose myself like this, but he sounded as if he
knew what he was doing and for sure, I didn't really want to take this
problem to the medic.

"Haven't you ever heard of virgins bleeding?" he asked mockingly.

"Yes, but that's girls isn't it"?

"In this case, it's you as well."

He was pulling open the cheeks of my bum and with some tissue, was dabbing
around my hole.

"Yes, a plain case of losing your cherry by the looks of it, pity it wasn't
me to take the taking, I wouldn't have done this to you."

"Norman," I shouted, "Don't say things like that".

"Look, Sunny Jim, you are talking to one Mr Experience here I will let you
know.  I've been through just what you have, and so has a lot of the crew
on here and every other ship.  Only I knew all about it before I came on
the boats, looked forward to it I can tell you.  They were begging me for
my favours they were. I was a handsome man in my day even if I say so
myself.  They couldn't keep their hands off me and that was right up my
street, I don't mind telling you!  I had em all every which-away, even some
of the hard cases who would punch your eyes out as soon as look at you, I
had em begging for me to fuck them.  Yes it's true, only they would have
killed me had I let on.  It's always the same, those that you think are,
maybe they are not, those you would never guess, well they can't get enough
and not always the ways you think either."

On and on he went telling me his life and views while he cleaned up my hole
and rubbed some cream around it and up the inside.  He was very gentle and
I don't doubt he could have done the job a lot quicker, but who was I to
say when he was helping me out like this. He had me take some stuff; he
said the next time I went to take a dump it would make it easy and not tear
the skin again.  Old Norman really sounded like a doctor, seemed to know
everything.

"Right then, no sitting on top of the Christmas tree for a while and come
and see me tomorrow, let me look at how it's doing."

I think the old letch just wanted to see my bum again, but I did as he said
and by the day after, everything felt fine and could have almost forgotten
all about it. For a while, Henry and Charley left me alone, but what had
occurred had set Henry into a much better frame of mind.  Now you could
hear him singing around the place, cracking jokes with the other
crewmembers and was really nice to me. None of which had happened when I
first joined the ship.

Part 4

Around this time I received another new experience.  The ship had called at
a number of ports working its way down to South Africa.  The weather was
really humid and I took to sleeping naked.  Barry was not often in the
cabin, I don't know where he got to, but it was almost as if I had it all
to myself.  His gear was there, but I rarely found us in the room together.

When in port I used a mosquito net, but out at sea it was just a thin sheet
to cover me. I often woke to find it on the floor, but as I was alone it
didn't bother me.  One particular night, I was having a bit of a sexy
dream.  I don't know exactly what it was but I know there was plenty of sex
in there.  Part of it was where somebody was sucking my cock.  I was not
one for sexy dreams that I ever remembered afterwards but this was vivid.
I put my hands on their head and fucked into their mouth till my dream
orgasm came in fountains of never ending cream.

A loud knock of my bedside table brought me instantly awake and there was
Barry just getting up from the side of my bed.

"Oh, Barry," I said, "It's you, what time is it? Am I late for my work"?

"No, you're alright; I was just er....."  His words trailed off as he
looked at me.

I wondered what he was looking at till I realised I was naked and my cock
was standing full.  But I got a shock when I saw there was some cum oozing
out and then even more shocked when I saw my cock was all wet. The sheet
was on the floor too far away to grab and cover me.  I began to apologise
to Barry.

"Oh, looks like I had a wet dream," I said really embarrassed.

"No, no," Barry said, "It was my fault".

"Sorry?" I said, "I don't understand, how come it was your fault, what are
you talking about?"

"Please don't be angry with me."

"Barry, why on earth would I be angry with you?" I laughed.

"Because of what I just did."

"Barry, you've lost me, I don't know what you are going on about".

"Oh shit, I shouldn't have opened my big mouth," he said, then started
laughing.

"What's the joke?" I asked still completely lost.

"What I just said, opened my mouth, I realised what I had just said."  I
laughed along with him.

"I know it's funny, but I still haven't got the joke yet, are you going to
tell me or what?"

He sat down next to me on the bed.

"Promise you won't get mad," he asked.

"Promise," I said, "Just get on with it."  He cleared his throat

"Well er.....  I came into the cabin and saw you sleeping.  You looked so
peaceful and beautiful; I just sat next to the bed and watched you for a
while".

"Stop pulling my leg will you, calling me beautiful."

"No, be quiet while I tell you or I'll never get this out."

"Okay, okay" I agreed.

"As I watched you, I saw your dick get hard and you moaned a bit.  I
thought you were having me on at first, playing the fool with me, but then
I realised you were dreaming. As I said, you looked so beautiful, your dick
looked beautiful and I just had to touch it.  Well, one thing led to
another and I got really randy so in the end, I decided to have a taste of
your cock."  His voice trailed off and he hung down his head.  "Sorry mate,
I just had to suck you off, please don't be mad at me".

He looked dejected sitting there, waiting for me to help him out of his
misery, which I couldn't keep him in for long.

"Barry, I am not mad at you, I promised didn't I?  Just next time," I said
really seriously, "wake me up first so I can feel what's really going on!"
I laughed at him and he looked up smiling.

"You really mean that?" he asked.

"Well sure," I said not thinking, "I am still a virgin in that respect and
wouldn't mind finding out how it would feel."

"No sooner said than done," he cried and leapt on top of me.

I tried to fight him off, but I was laughing too much at his antics till
suddenly, I felt his mouth close over my cock and his tongue feathered the
end sending it rock hard in a matter of seconds. I soon stopped my laughing
as the shock and the immense pleasure swept through me.  I had no idea such
feelings were possible and now I realised why Charley and Henry were so
full of praise for my work in that area if this was how it felt.  I let him
do what he wanted, my head propped up on the pillow watching him, noting
what feelings came from which area.  He sucked deep on my cock till his
nose was pushing into my groin. He lapped at my balls with his tongue,
making me draw my breath sharply.  He pushed further under, I could feel
the heat from his mouth working behind my balls and I lifted my hips to
help him.  Instinctively I went for my cock to start wanking, but he pushed
me off and I knew I would have to wait till he had finished what he wanted.

He climbed back up and went to sucking my cock again.  I could have
screamed the pleasure was so intense.  I thought I would explode in seconds
but he must have sensed it and let it slip from his lips, moving back to my
balls, taking both in his mouth and tonguing them around inside.  Then he
moved under again and I pulled up my legs to let him have full access.  I
soon realised that although a brand new feeling, it was now one of my
favourite spots.  I felt like jamming his face into there and could have
let him suck and nibble all night.  I took my cock in hand again, no longer
able to resist the temptation.  I moaned, telling him I was going to cum.

"Hold on a moment," he said and jammed his tongue into my ass.

Oh! I just about took off from the bed, my cock erupting violently as he
forced his tongue into my hole, slurping all around and then jabbing it
back in.  My body shook and shook as my juices flew all over my chest with
some even landing on my face.

It was a long time to come down from such a great high.  Barry asked how I
was feeling.

I just shook my head, "Incredible, absolutely incredible," was all I could
muster.

"So you are really not mad at me then," he said with a big grin on his
face.

"Mad? I would be mad to be mad at you after that.  Just do that anytime,
I'll always be ready for some more." I said as a joke.

Well, he took me at my word and from then on, he often grabbed me in the
cabin, either when I had finished showering after work or even waking me up
in the middle of the night.  I was never, ever, mad with Barry.

That was my first real good time, but I had more hard times to go before I
worked things out.  And of course, they centred on Henry and Charley.
After that last occasion when Henry plugged me, nothing much happened with
them for a while.  Soon enough, I let down my guard as they just patted my
bum or grabbed my crotch now and again when they were joking around.

Part 5

One day, a generator had given up the ghost, so with most of the power down
on the ship everyone who could, was helping with getting the unit out and a
spare rigged up in its place.  It was hard work, even when the unit was
split down as much as possible, it was heavy and everything seemed to be in
an awkward spot. It was all shoving, lifting and sweating, but finally,
another unit was up and running and the ship had power again.  One by one,
the helpers drifted off and Henry called it a day. I was cleaning up some
of the equipment we had been using and returning it to the stores.  Charley
and Henry dragged in the block and tackle we had used and pushed it into
the corner where it usually lived.

I was slotting some spanners back onto their racks when Henry patted my bum
and said to me "You did well today lad, I'm right pleased with how you are
coming along".

I said my thanks, but he kept his hand on my bum.

"You know what I could do with after such a day like today?"

"You want me to bring you some coffee?" I asked quite innocently.

"Nay lad, it's not coffee that I have a fancy for right now."

He was squeezing my bum and I shivered even though it was stiflingly hot.
Goosebumps broke out on my skin and I was thinking what was going to come
next. I looked at him waiting for him to say what it was.  He just smirked
at Charley who returned the lewd grin.

"Come over here lad," and he pulled me to a split bale of wiping rags on
the floor.

It was an invitation, but it was not one I could have declined.  He sat on
the rags that had been emptied from the bale and pulled me down after him.
Charley hunched down on the other side.

"Now son, after we have all had a day like today with that bloody
generator, what better pick-me-up than for you to help us both out here."

He flicked open his filthy shorts and shucked them down his equally grimy
legs.  His big paw of a hand cracked me on the back of my head and forced
my face down into his crotch.  At the end of the day, he did not smell so
sweet I can tell you.  We had all been sweating from the morning and with
all the shit and oil you have to handle, he was filthy and smelled it too.

I knew what I had to do, closing my eyes and trying not to breathe through
my nose so I wouldn't catch his acrid aroma. I took his soft cock into my
mouth and worked him as best I could, hoping it would be over in the
shortest possible time.

Soon he was hard and he was humping his hips and pushing my head down
sharply to meet each push.  I could feel him swell even more and thought he
would empty himself at any moment.  Suddenly he grabbed the hair on the
back of my head and pulled me off of it.

"Not so fast son, we got plenty of time.  Now go and give Charley what he's
waiting for."

He pushed me over to Charley on my other side, his cock already out, slowly
wanking.  I looked at him, but he just nodded towards his cock.  I bent
down and took it in my mouth.  He smelled of sweat as well, there wasn't
anything to choose between them on that score. Charley liked to push me
right down on his cock, past where I thought it was possible to take, and
then he would hold me there suffocating for a while before allowing me to
slip out of my mouth and let me take a breath.  Then it was back pushing my
head down as far as I could take it then flicking up his hips to get the
last possible bit jammed into me.  He seemed to get a kick out of making me
suffer.

Henry ripped my shorts off, sending the button pinging across the metal
floor.  With both his hands he just ripped my briefs into two so not to
have to bother getting them down my legs.

"Ee, lad, you got a lovely bum, you can't blame a man for wanting such a
lovely peach as this."

His thumbs went to my hole, I would have screamed had I not been stuck on
Charley.  He worked them into my ass, pushing and prying, spitting on his
fingers and working them up me.  I tried to worm away from him, but a heavy
crack across my back told me I had better keep still.  With his knee, he
opened my legs wide and then I felt his weapon nudging up against me.  He
stabbed a few times, and then returned with his spit slicked fingers,
pushing them right up.  Back came his big cock, this time breaking through
my door.  I tried to force myself off Charlie's cock to scream, but he knew
that and kept my head firmly impaled.

On and on Henry worked till I reckoned he was fully home.  I couldn't
believe such a big cock could fit in my small body, but I was sure it had.
I could feel the hairs of his crotch scratch my cheeks and I felt his big
ball bag slap into me on every lunge.  After the first minute or so, it
wasn't so bad and I got the nice warm feeling begin growing inside.  But
still I wanted him to stop and tears ran freely down my face at the pain
and humiliation of it all.

"Oh lad, you are lovely, really bloody lovely," he repeated over and over.

He bucked faster and faster and I could feel the heat building.  His cock
felt like it continued to grow bigger and bigger till I was sure he could
have picked me up with it.

"Charley, this is grand, the lad has a beautiful bum, we should do this
more often."

Charley answered, "Aye Henry, we got plenty of time for that before we are
back in Liverpool, just don't break him yet".

Henry chimed back "It won't be me that does the breaking, I reckon it'll be
you," and laughed at his own joke.

Still, he ploughed on and on till at last I could feel him tense up and ram
hard up me, filling me with his hot juices.  He fell backwards, his cock
popping out, which caused me to wince.  I hadn't expected it to hurt being
pulled out as well.  Without that big stick up me, I suddenly felt an
uncomfortable empty sensation, which was surprising, almost as if it was
better in than out which I wouldn't have thought possible.

That situation was quickly remedied though, for Charley pulled my head off
his cock, and before I knew what had hit me, he spun me around and was
kneeling behind.  Instantly, I felt like I was splitting into two as he
jammed his monster at my hole.  It was just too big though and I cried at
the pain.  He cuffed me across the head and told me not to be a baby, then
rammed back in, breaking through the door.  I started to yell, not that
anyone could have heard in the din of the engine room, but he wrapped his
hand across my mouth to keep me quiet.  When he thought I had calmed down a
bit, he continued working his cock inside.  It must have been made easier
with Henry's juice and I was thankful for small mercies.  But the pressure
in my guts was overwhelming. On every thrust, it felt as if he was lifting
me off the floor.  But his hands kept me in my place and stopped me flying
across the room.

At last, he rested and announced he was home at last.  I was thinking he
meant it was the end, but he was just catching his breath before he started
fucking me properly.  Henry propped himself up to watch the show and egged
Charley on to demonstrate what fucking with a real cock was like.

"Time enough for that Henry," he said, "but why don't we have this young-un
do a bit more work.  Don't you think if he puts those luscious lips on your
cock, it would make it stand again?"

"Good idea Charley," said Henry, and he shuffled up to kneel in front of
me, pushing his smelly cock to my face and wiping it too and fro.

I could smell his come and my ass on it, making me want to puke.

"Now sonny, how about washing my cock, and if you do a good job, I'll wash
your throat with Chief's special oil"

They both laughed and Charley slapped my ass.  Henry's greasy finger pushed
into my mouth to force it open, followed by his soft cock.  Once in, he
pulled my head tight into his groin and inevitably his cock grew and filled
my mouth.

"Say, Charley, how about showing this young lad how we pass our engineers
exams on this shipping line?"

"Good idea Henry, I think it's time he had his first report don't you?"
They both laughed, and then Henry said, "right Mr Charley, let's go to it."

"Right Chief!"

What followed was sheer hell.  Charlie's enormous cock pounded my ass
endlessly whilst Henry with some new found vigour, fucked into my mouth and
down my throat.  I thought I was going to die before they would let up, but
I didn't.  Instead, I had to put up with what seemed like hours of being
fucked.  Henry washed my mouth like he said, but two or three times, whilst
I heard Charley say he was coming at least twice.

When they had finished, they stood congratulating each other whilst
ignoring me lying naked on the floor.  Eventually, they turned their
attention to me, telling me to get up and put some clothes back on.  But I
couldn't move as my legs had lost all feeling.  I tried to pull myself up
but couldn't.

Henry laughed at my predicament and said, "Looks like we made a bit of a
mess of the lad doesn't it?"

"Oh, he'll live," said Charley, "I think he even enjoyed it.  How about it
lad, did you enjoy it?"

I just shook my head in disbelief.  Charley came over to me and made to
help me up.

Then he stopped and said, "Let's just have a look at him."

He bent down and opened the cheeks of my bum, looking at my hole.

"I think it's a few sizes bigger than yesterday," he laughed.  He pushed
some fingers up and wiggled them around inside.

"Aye, you couldn't have done that yesterday with the lad, that's for sure,"
Henry chortled.

Then Charley held his fingers to my nose, "Just smell that expensive
perfume he mocked, not much of that around in the world today and you lucky
lad, have got a bucket full up there".

They continued laughing.

Charley then said, "You wouldn't mind would you lad, just clean up my
fingers" and pushed them into my mouth.  "That's it, lick them clean lad,
do your job well and we will look after you, won't we Chief?"

"That's right," echoed Henry; we'll look after you, no need to worry.  I
think he deserves tomorrow off don't you Mr Charley?"

"Yes Chief, I think he earned that at least, now let's get him up to his
cabin so he can dream about the good time we just gave him."

With that, they picked me up and put on what was left of my shorts.  Then
dragging me out of the stores, we got up the staircase onto the
accommodation deck and into my cabin, where they dropped me onto the bed.

"Sweet dreams young-un," one of them said as they closed the door.  "Don't
give that cock of yours too much pounding when you think of us tonight."  I
heard them laughing as they walked away down the corridor.

Exhausted, I stayed just as they had left me.  My mind thought of home, my
mother would be telling all the neighbours about her son, being a bit too
showy and saying how he was sailing the world.  Now look at me, here I was
on some old tub at the mercy of a couple of crazy guys.  It felt like being
in a horror movie and not being able to get out.  I hugged the pillow;
tears ran freely down my cheek as I drifted off into sleep.

Part 6

Quite a bit later I felt someone shaking me awake and looked up to see
Norman.

"Hello, what are you doing here?"

"Oh! Love, I just knew something was wrong when you didn't come to mess for
dinner.  Then when I saw Henry and Charley behaving like a couple of
schoolkids, I just knew something was up so I came to see if you were
alright."

"I'm fine," I said, but then just burst into tears.  Norman bent down to
comfort me, holding me in his arms till I quietened down.

"There, there, not to worry, I'm here to take care of you now," he
said. "Have they hurt you?" he asked.

"I don't know, they just brought me here and left me, and then I went to
sleep.  But after it happened I couldn't stand up or walk, my legs wouldn't
carry me.  I sobbed again thinking of the ordeal and Norman held me again
till I calmed.

"Just a mo, I'll get my bag of tricks and fix you up in no time."  In a few
minutes, he was back with his bag containing all kinds of creams, medicines
and god knows what else.

First, he gave me a bed wash.  I was no longer embarrassed when he removed
my shorts, nothing would ever again I reckoned.  But he tenderly cleaned
not only all the filth they had left behind but also the dirt from the
work, till eventually, I was looking clean and human once more.

"Now, let's take a look at what damage they caused," and he motioned for me
to turn over.

He gently parted my legs and opened the cheeks of my ass to inspect.

"Well, nothing broken this time."

But I objected, "There must be, even Charley got his monster dong inside
this time." I cried.

Norman looked again.  "No love, virgins only bleed once and you've had your
turn, you can't go back and start over." He laughed and then asked if they
had both had me.

"Yes, Henry first and then Charley did me."

"Perhaps that was for the best. At least you were opened up a little by
Henry or else you would have been a gonna if Charley had taken you first!
Look on the bright side dear!"

He made me laugh the way he talked and a lot of my misery evaporated.  He
went back into his bag and brought out a tube of ointment.

"Now, let me rub some of this in to make sure there is no infection, just
in case".

I laid my head back on the pillow and let him do his stuff.  He was very
gentle, soothing the cream around my aching asshole, not being squeamish
about working his fingers inside of me.  He soon had me relaxed and I
really appreciated his concern and care. He massaged my bum where they had
bashed me, making it feel really good.  I couldn't imagine the change he
had brought about from just an hour or so before.

"Norman," I said, "You are wasted here, you should be in the massage
business, you are really good."

"Oh, I don't need you to tell me I'm good, I know that already!"  He gave
me a playful slap on my behind.

"No, I mean it Norman, an hour ago I wanted to die, now you have me
laughing again and my body feels one hundred percent better already.
You've really got magic fingers."

"That's what they all say. Oh, Norman" he sang, "Those fingers of yours are
pure magic," he said drawing it out for emphasis.  He made me laugh, but
then I got a smack on the bum for it too.

I was quiet for a bit as he moved down and worked the same magic on my
legs, kneading the muscles, making me tingle and squirm, but in a nice way.
After he worked down to my feet, he started back up again, giving my bum
some extra attention.

"Norman, you are good, I really mean it. I wish you would do this every
day, I could get used to this before I get out of bed and before I go to
sleep."

"You see," he said in triumph, "Here you are begging me, just like they all
do, begging me, every one of em. And you're no different now are you?"

"That's not what I was talking about, I didn't mean in that way."

"Oh didn't you?" he fired back.  Quickly he pushed me onto my side.  "If
you didn't mean it, what this all about?" he said grabbing my cock.  I was
surprised, first at him doing that, then at the fact it was rock hard.  I
hadn't realised I was feeling horny.

"Everybody is horny when they are your age," he said, "So you don't
surprise me in the least.  But it looks like they didn't take care of you
when they were plucking your fruits, did they?"

I thought back, "No, I didn't do anything; they didn't give me the time to
breathe, let alone play with myself."

He toyed with it between his fingers, the ointment had slicked them and his
touch felt cool and so different.  I watched him with interest, how he
worked it up and down.  But a trigger went off somewhere deep inside me and
that familiar feeling started to grow.

"Oh! Norman, you've started something now! You are going to get me into a
mess again if you keep that up."

"Well, aren't I the one to clean up, so just you don't worry your pretty
little head and enjoy Uncle Norman's extra special massage!"

I sank back onto the pillow and lost myself into his touch.  With his
expert fingers working on my dick, his other hand gently stroking between
my legs, I simply floated in the air until far sooner than I wanted, out
pumped my juices across his hands and my stomach.

"Oh Norman, you've done it now," I said, "You wicked cradle snatcher".

He threw up his hands in the air, then crossed them on his chest "Well your
Honour, what was a poor soul going to do with such a temptation in front of
me, I'm innocent your Honour, he made me do it!  Oh, forgive me for I have
sinned."  I cracked out laughing at his antics, loving him for everything.

I was surprised when the next morning I felt fine and no ill affects
whatsoever. I was sure I was going to feel bad, but no, there weren't any
aches or pains except a little when I went to the toilet. But I had been
given the day off and determined to make the most of it.  I found a quiet
spot on the upper deck near the funnel that doesn't go anywhere particular
and sunned myself for a couple of hours till lunch. I was glad of the peace
and quiet to collect my thoughts. But hunger called me to the mess, where
Norman had made me a special dish rather than one of the normal lunch
choices. He also gave me a book to read for my sun session in the
afternoon. I'd had enough of thinking and wanted something to occupy my
time. Back up on top, I resumed my sun worship, and now taking off my
shorts to get the maximum effect as my briefs were just that, so what was
left was almost nothing.

"Oh, here you are, I saw you climbing up top, thought I'd just take five
minutes for a smoke and see how you are. We were talking about you today,
heard you were not so good."

I squinted up not seeing who it was at first because the sun was behind
him.  It was Brian who I had met when I first came on board.  He was a deck
hand and for such a small ship, I didn't see a lot of him.

"How about sitting down here, that sun is blinding me."

He dropped down next to me.

"That's better; I couldn't see who you were.  How you doing, don't see you
around much."

"Oh, not bad, how about you, old Henry not been treating you too well by
the sound of it."

I blushed up scarlet; I didn't know it was common knowledge about what they
were doing with me.

He realised I was embarrassed and said "It's alright; he has all of the
young lads that come on here.  He had me when I first joined but then I
think I was a little bit too old for him and he left me alone after the
first time. Likes em really young does old Henry."

"Really!" I exclaimed, "You as well!"

Brian laughed, "You get used to it when you've been on the boats a while,
it's nothing special really. The same chap got me on here as you; Albert
was his name, right?"

"Yes", I said, "How did you know?"

"Oh Albert, that's what he does, that's how he earns his crust.  He slopes
around the docks looking for the likes of you or me, asks if we are looking
for work and then says he knows where there is a job going.  I reckon he
gets paid by Henry and his type, to feed them young lads."

"Shit, the fucking bastard," I said really annoyed.

"Well that depends on which way you look at it, you did get a job didn't
you? That's what you were looking for, wasn't it? You just got to think of
him as a one-man employment exchange!"

He laughed and I had to smile when I thought about how I'd been hooked.

"If you can get used to Henry, then it's not bad on here, she's an old tub,
but the lads are good, better than on some of the new ships where you are
on the clock and don't stop from morning till night.  But its old Henry
isn't it.  Get used to the old bugger and you've cracked it.  I reckon you
can get used to anything if you try!"

He gave me a wink and nudged the arm I was propped up on so I fell back on
the deck.

I said "No way", but he cut me short, dug me in the ribs and said, "Don't
you lay there and try and tell me there was nothing they did that you
didn't like because you are a liar if you do."

Now he made an issue of it, I didn't feel comfortable saying something that
wasn't true.

"Well, there were some parts but not much."

"Go on," he said expectantly.

"Well, Charley was good at wanking me off and feeling me up."

"And..." he said, wanting more.

"It's hard to say really." I tried to evade the subject.

"But what?" he said, not giving up.

"Well once it was inside me, the feeling wasn't so bad I suppose, funny
when he took it out once it was worse than being inside."

"Yeah, I know just what you mean," said Brian in a knowing way, "I know
exactly what you mean."

I continued, "But it's just they are so rough with me is what really hurts,
that's what I don't like."  I was trying to put my feelings into words but
I don't think they were coming out how I wanted them too.

"Well," said Brian, "that's just Henry and Charley, if it were someone
else, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad would it?"

"No", I replied thinking aloud, "I don't suppose it would be".

"Well, must get back and do something, I'll catch you later," he said
rising up and making to go.

"Oh Mike", I don't see you sleep on deck at night?"

"No, I sleep in my cabin; I didn't know anyone slept on deck".

"You should, it's good when it's hot like this, try it tonight with us,
you'll like it better than sleeping in that sweaty cabin."

"Okay, see you later then," I said and watched him run down the stairs and
back to his work. I picked up my book but realised that my cock was hard
and sticking out of my briefs, I wondered what on earth I could have been
thinking of.

Part 7

After dinner that evening, I took a shower and went looking for Brian.  He
was up on the fo'c'sle with a few more hands playing cards.

"Ah Mike, I'm just finishing, no more money left, let's go and grab a
beer."

We wondered back to the mess, cajoled Norman into giving us a few more
beers than we were due, and climbed up to the back of the bridge, near
where I was sunbathing earlier.

"My favourite place", said Brian, "I come up here every night, looking at
the stars, dreaming my dreams!  Cheers mate!"

He swigged heavily from the can and I did likewise.  Actually, this was my
first time to drink. Not that I didn't like it, just I never had a reason
to.

"Brian, I've been wondering."

"What's that mate?"

"What happened to the engine room hand before I came on?  Albert just said
he didn't show up that day. Henry said something about me being thrown
overboard if I didn't watch it, said it wouldn't be the first time."

Brian guffawed at me.  "Oh no, he didn't go over the side, though they were
plenty here that would have loved to chuck him overboard."

"Why was that?" My interest was up.

"Because," Brian snarled, "He was an evil little fucker, a thief, that's
what he was, stole from just about everybody on the ship, that's why he
didn't come back."

"Why didn't you call the police?" Brian laughed out loud again.

"Come on, sit down while I tell you all about it," he said easing himself
to the deck and propping himself against the railings.

"He was called Martin and had run away from some trouble in Liverpool, or
so he told us.  You wouldn't believe he was old enough to work, looked a
real little angel.  But he had papers that said he was eighteen, so it was
okay.  Course, he didn't work, he was another that Albert sent along and
one look from Henry and they were all but married. Henry couldn't resist
him; he could do as he pleased which most of the time wasn't working. He
had the face of an angel and the body of a fourteen-year-old.  Only stood
at five foot three or so, really looked like a kid.  Just made for Henry he
was.  But Henry didn't have to teach him anything, he knew it all, God
knows from where.  The Chief and Charley had him every day and Martin loved
it.  He could wear them both out!  Can you imagine someone like that taking
Charlie's dick all the way up his ass?" he asked.

"Surely it would kill him?" I said.

"Not a bit of it," Brian continued.  "He took it from those two and when
they were finished he would take anyone else that asked.  I don't know how
he could, but he was there for all to see.  I mean literally too.  He would
egg on Henry to have sex with him any place, whether other hands were
around or not.  Henry couldn't say no to him, so you often came across them
fucking the daylights out of him.  I think the kid was nuts, he liked
people to see him do it.  If you saw him in the engine room being fucked at
three o clock, you would see him at four on the stern with one of the deck
hands.  He was a nymphomaniac if ever there was one.  Could take anything
from anybody."

"So what happened then?" I asked.

"Before he disappeared he cleaned out everyone's room, stole loads of
stuff, and no-one ever saw him, but we knew it was him.  We never had much
trouble with that kind of thing before he came on board and we've had none
since.  But no-one can go to the Police because, by that time, he had been
fucked by just about everyone, so he could point the finger back because we
never found any of our stuff on him or in his room.  Looking so young and
sweet, well you know who the police would take off to the joint first,
don't you?"

"I think Henry misses him," said Brian after a while.  "Maybe that's why he
is being a bit hard on you.  Don't know, but it's a thought."

I did think about it, but nothing much made any sense to me on this boat
anymore.

"How about you Brian, did you have Martin as well?"  I was now curious to
see what Brian was like.

"Well, you've got me there, Mike.  Yes, I had him as well, quite a few
times.  When you see half the ship enjoying themselves you think why not me
and you want a piece, don't you?" admitted Brian.

"Do you like doing it then?" I asked, again curious.

"That's a bloody stupid question isn't it?" he shot back, "Course I liked
it, wouldn't be doing it if I didn't like it, would I?"

"Sorry, don't suppose you would," I said feeling a bit of a fool.

"I told you Henry didn't have to teach him anything, the lad knew it all
and I mean all.  Everyone had him, but he was still tight and he could use
himself on you.  If you didn't feel very energetic, he would fuck himself
on your dick.  He could even wank you off with his ass muscles.  Not
moving, just squeezing his insides as if there were some magic fingers
milking on your cock.  Like it?  I bloody loved it, I can tell you."

"I think I get the picture, no wonder he was popular."

"Trouble is," said Brian, I hate the bastard for stealing my stuff, but I
can't think of him without getting a hard on."  He parted his legs and
laughed, "Just look at that".

His dick made an unmistakable outline down one leg of his shorts even under
the deck lights, which were some way off.

He grabbed it through the material, "This fucker is not going to go down
now, we've been talking too much sex and it's up till I do something with
it. A bit like you was this afternoon," he smirked.

"I didn't know about that, honest, I didn't see it till you'd gone, I've no
idea why it got that way at all," I said defensively.

"It's like that because we'd just been talking sex, always does, always
will," he grinned.  "Don't tell me yours isn't now, Mr Goody Two Shoes,"
and not waiting for an answer, reached and squeezed my crotch to check.

I knew it had filled out a bit, but not hard.

But Brian exaggerated and said, "Fucking right, you are just like the rest
of us, pretending you're Mr Innocent, just look at that hard on you've got
there!"

"No it's not hard," I insisted, but that just seemed to make him go on.

"Not hard my arse, what's that between your legs if it's not hard, Scotch
mist?"

"No it's not, honest," I giggled.

"Right!" he snapped, "Prove it, right now, get it out and fucking prove
it."

This made me laugh more, "No Brian, really, I'm telling you my dick's not
standing."

He wouldn't have it though and persisted. "Come on, prove it, I say it is,
so settle it right now, stop being a wimp and get it out."

I gave in to the challenge. "OK, OK. Here," I said opening my fly and
pulling out my cock.  It wasn't exactly soft, but it definitely wasn't
hard.  Brian grabbed and made a fuss examining, holding it this way and
that but in doing so, I could feel it start to swell.

"Well if you say that's not hard, I'm a China man. You must be pretty big
if you say it gets any larger than that."

"I don't know about bigger, but I said I wasn't hard, that's all".

Brian laughed, "I think you're just trying to split hairs now, I think
you've lost!"  He squeezed his cock again and sighed.  "Shit, I'm going to
have to give my little brother some air, it's pulling all the hairs and
it's killing me."

He undid the waist flap and pulled down the zip, and then he eased them
down his legs just leaving his jockey.  Flipping down the elastic, he
pulled it out and picked away all the hair that had been tearing at the
skin.

"That's better, much better".  Having sorted himself out, he waved it a bit
for me to see, and then stroked lazily.

I hadn't touched myself, but even without looking I knew it had filled up a
bit more, first with the talk, then with Brian touching and now after
seeing his hard dick, it seemed to have a mind of its own. In a moment or
two, Brian looked and spied my cock, now starting to stand upright.  He
leant across and grabbed.

"Just take it easy Mike, life is for enjoying, so stop being so nervous."

"I'm not nervous, and I'm enjoying, it's good talking with you."

He laughed. "Sometimes Mike, you sound so thick!"  He leant further across
and put his head down on my lap and closed his mouth over my dick.

I drew my breath sharply at the sensation.

"You okay?" he asked coming off it momentarily.  "Fine," I said, "it feels
just fine."

I closed my eyes and leant back to the railing.  He sucked me gently giving
me exquisite feelings for some minutes.

He snapped me out of it by saying "Hey mate, are we on a one-way street or
what?"

"Eh?" I answered.

"Don't let me do all the bloody work, how about giving me some too?"

"Oh, sorry," I murmured, and we shuffled around till we were facing
opposite ends, sixty-nine style.  I hesitated, but he gently reached down
and pulled my head to his cock.

"Just let's take it easy, enjoy each other."  He returned my cock to his
mouth and I took his in mine.

The experience of sucking and being sucked at the same time.  Oh, I liked
it!  If only Henry and Charley had been like this.  I played with my tongue
across the head, down the sides, and then I swallowed him all down my
throat.  I was enjoying playing around; doing anything that came into my
head.  Trying to make it feel good for him as he was for me.  I licked his
balls and tongued behind them, just like Barry had done.  I liked doing it
too, knowing just how good he would be feeling.

He was no less active, returning every move back.  As I began to feel my
juices start to boil, I could feel his cock stiffen even more, a mirror
image of myself.  It grew hotter in my mouth and I could taste the change
as he started leaking pre-cum.  I sucked harder and harder knowing at any
moment he would fill me with his jizz.  My own cock was aching, I didn't
want to come before him but as the seconds ticked on my resistance faded
and I started to buck into his mouth.  I was dying for him to come, but my
needs seemed to come first and I started to shoot.  No sooner had I fired
my first shot, my mouth filled with his juice as he emptied himself in me.
I liked it, not sour like the Chiefs and Charley, but almost sweet.  I
sucked hungrily, my mind exploding as each pulse of his cock brought
another jet of my own spilling out.  Sucking him dry, I let it slip from my
lips and he did the same.

"Fucking awesome man, fucking awesome!" was all Brian said.

"Yeah right," I said, "that's just what it was, fucking awesome."

We didn't move, staying in the same position for quite some time.  I sucked
his dick some more, wanting to feel it out of curiosity as it went soft, I
liked the contrast with the piece of steel minutes before to the soft
rubbery toy it had become now.

When we did stir, it was to go to the stores and get some thin foam
mattresses.  We went back up to the same place and put them down side by
side.  With just a thin sheet as a cover, we cuddled up close looking at
the brilliant stars; chatting about this and that till we drifted off to
sleep.

Part 8

I awoke early the next morning, unaccustomed to being outside.  A soft
breeze flowed over us and the sun was just turning the sky over what would
have been Africa, a fire of oranges and reds as it chased the night away. I
slipped back into a doze and began to go over the events of last night.

Brian was still fast asleep behind me, his face nuzzled into the back of my
neck.  I could feel his warm breath and the prickles of his chin stubble in
the nape.  He was spooned up tight behind and I could feel his full prick
between my legs much hotter than the rest of him.  His arm was wrapped
around hugging me.  I reached my hand behind, reinforcing the bond and
pushed back tight, luxuriating in his closeness.  For the very first time,
I felt an inner peace.  I wanted to stay like this forever.

And thinking of last night, how much I enjoyed what we did and how I liked
Brian's company.  Although he spoke a bit rough, he gave me the feeling he
was sincere and honest and he didn't show off when he talked like some do.
Somehow I felt safe with him. Funny how it was so good with Brian when it
was so bad with Henry and Charley.  Why was that I wondered, we were doing
the same thing.  I hoped he wanted to do it again, try that sixty-nine
position, it was so good!

My cock got hard from running this through my mind.  It started to ache but
I didn't want to disturb Brian and tried to keep still, keep this closeness
going for as long as possible.  But I fidgeted and squirmed, pushing tight
against him at every nice thought.  He stirred a little and hugged me; I
felt his cock twitch between my legs and my dick ached more and more.  I
guess it's always hard in the morning but now it was extra stiff and I
needed to do something to give it relief.

As I became more and more awake, I found myself shifting position ever so
slightly, trying to get the maximum contact with Brian, even hooking my
feet under his.  I was disturbing him I know but I couldn't help it, the
need to touch him was greater than the wish to let him sleep on.  Every
time I broke into his slumber he gave me a squeeze with his arm and pushed
his hips forward.  I couldn't help responding and moved my ass back to
counter his movement.  I was squirming against him, both trying not to but
also wanting somehow to merge my body into his.

He breathed deeply and he gave me an extra big squeeze.  His stubble chin
scratched my shoulders from side to side a few times and then he bit into
the flesh, gently, not really hard.

On letting go, he whispered "Morning Mike".

I didn't reply except to push my body against his and put my own arm behind
me onto his ass and pulled him into me tight.

"Mmmmmm!" he growled and bit my shoulders.

It only made me squirm all the more and spoon back tightly.  I could feel
his dick burning hot and rock hard through his briefs and I couldn't help
remember it was that same dick I now found so exciting to suck.

Nibbling my ear and neck, rubbing his nose up the nape of my neck gave me
the sense of floating.  His arm moved up my chest, cupping my chin with his
hand and turning my head around to the side.  Without moving too much, he
lifted himself slightly and leant to kiss my lips. Lightly kissing me a few
times, I got a strange feeling not having kissed a man before, it kind of
knocked the wind out of my sails.  But he appeared to enjoy and kissed me
longer, then tried to work his tongue into my mouth.  I let him but was
unsure of how to respond till quite suddenly, a wave of passion swept
through my body and I began a duel of tongues.  Oh, how good it felt, his
face touching mine, one moment his lips feathering mine, the next his
tongue thrusting into my mouth trying to devour me.

Pulling away from me he said just "I want you."

I knew what he meant and I too wanted him to take me.

"I do too, just do it, do it now!"

Lifting so he could pull down my briefs, he used spit for his cock and my
ass.  Out of the confines of his, he pressed up tight behind and his cock
moved straight in between my cheeks.  Bringing it to the mark, he pushed
forward to force the entry.  Suddenly I froze against my own will, but I
couldn't help it.

"It's okay, it's okay," he whispered. "This is Brian and I am never going
to hurt you."

He didn't push any further but just kept some weight behind it.  He then
lifted his upper torso again so that he could lean around and return to
kissing.

With his tongue playing with mine, sucking my mouth and lips and me trying
to outdo him, I quickly relaxed once more.

We continued with this mouth tussle till he quietly said, "There, I'm
home!"

I was a little surprised for I had not felt him enter me; he used the mouth
fight as a cover to ever so slowly push his dick inside.  Now I could feel
the heat.  I pushed back and he matched me by sliding forward until the
entire length was inside and his groin was rubbing my bum.

"Do it Brian, I want you to do it now," I whispered.

"My pleasure," he grinned and started a very slow rhythm.  There was no
pain at all, which was something I at first couldn't get over.  I thought
it must come at any moment, but all I was receiving was wonderful
sensations.  I pushed harder to meet him, and all too soon the slow rhythm
became more vigorous with each stroke.

His arms held me tight to take his thrusts and I did my best to push hard
back, wanting him to reach inside as far as possible.

"Oh, shit, I'm coming already," he said. "Hold tight, I'm gonna cum".

He rattled his hips into my ass, gripping me with his arms ever tighter
till he gave a cry of ecstasy and exploded.  I could feel everything, his
cock growing ever bigger in the last moments, the hot juice pumping into
me, and I thought again of the same cock pouring it into my mouth last
night.  Oh, I nearly came myself even though I had not yet put a finger on
it.

"Brian, that was fantastic, but I want it to go on all day".  I complained.

"Well, I would if it were possible, but just don't take it out yet, I want
to keep inside you".

He continued to push his hips into me and I squeezed my ass muscles try to
milk him dry.

"Oh that feels good," he said, "Where did you learn that?"

"I was trying to do what you said Martin did so well, and it feels good for
me too"

"Well you are doing a great job; I'm not going to go soft as long as you
keep doing that."

"Does that mean you are up for another one?"  I asked.

"I am if you are."

"Yeah, do me again, I loved that, it was fantastic, it really was!"  He
kissed me some more and I could feel his cock harden as his tongue jostled
mine.

"Let's change position, I want to do it another way."

"Just show me how you want," I said.

"But I don't want to slip out so move slowly," he commanded.  He drew my
upper leg to my chest, then propped himself up.  Kind of lifting me a
little by the leg, he was able to duck underneath and with twisting around,
bring himself face to face.  His cock hadn't left my ass!  I was most
impressed and told him so.  He laughed and brought his face full to mine
and planted kisses all over.  I really loved every moment, could not get
enough of him.

"Milk my cock again," he asked and I did too, trying to see if I could nip
it off.

"That feels fantastic; you are going to get me coming again without doing
anything else if you are not careful".

"Well, I definitely need the something else," I teased.

"Right, you got it," and with a hand under each thigh, pulled my legs back
up to my chest.

"Keep them there," he said, mock-sternly.  He then propped himself off of
my body so our point of contact was only at his hips and my exposed ass.

"Did anyone ever tell you what a beautiful ass you got?"

I felt a bit embarrassed being in this position, but at the same time, it
was thrilling to be doing these moves.

"Now, let's see if the second time can last a bit longer than the first,"
he said.

"It better, or else I'm back to Henry."

"Oh! A contest!" he cried and commenced fucking me again first slowly and
then building speed till the sweat was dripping from his face onto my
chest.  The feeling was completely different from doing it spoon fashion,
and I was loving the learning.  His cock felt like it went in deeper,
touching something that was making my mind reel.

I couldn't resist grabbing my own cock to wank, I desperately wanted to
come, and fast.  Every time I focused on Brian's face and watched his
concentration, his body quiver and muscles ripple, I almost shot off.

"No, please don't, I want to deal with it, just I want you to think about
what I am doing, picture everything that is happening as I fill your
beautiful, tight, hot piece of ass with one big bucketful of my hot cum."

He hardly got out the last word before slamming into me, and cried out "I'm
coming."  For the second time, I felt his cock erupt like a volcano,
pumping all that tasty cream into my ass.

He fell back onto my chest panting, trying to catch his breath.  I held him
tight, running my hands up and down his wet back, kneading his shoulders
till we both calmed down.  Get his wits back, he lifted himself back up and
kissed me for a long time.

"Mike, that was beautiful, really it was," he said staring straight into my
eyes.  "But now it's my turn to let you enjoy something," and gave me a
wink.  He moved back down my body and devoured my cock, now deflated with
the short rest.  Hungrily slurping up and down my shaft, tonguing my balls,
it seemed only moment before I was back to the boil and my pump started
pushing up the cream from way down in my balls.

I thought this is what he was going to do for me, give me a good blowjob
but I was in for a nice surprise.  Sensing that I might easily blow my wad
if he carried on, Brian suddenly came off my dick, gave me another wink and
then lowered himself down onto my cock.  I felt it on his ass button and
that almost made me come, but I held on trying to think of something
mundane so as not to spoil it too soon.  Slowly easing himself down, he
rotated his hips trying to help it inside.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you had a fucking big cock?" he laughed.  "I
want to do this, but it's taking some getting in."

"I thought you were a man of experience?"

"I got plenty of experience, but not with one quite this big," he snapped
back.  "Besides, when it comes to this, I am almost a virgin I'll have you
know, just my initiation with Henry and Co. when I first came here, and
that was the first and the last time."

"So I'm honoured," I smirked.

"You bet sweetheart," finally sitting full down.  "Fuck! I want it, but it
takes some doing I can tell you," he said grinning.

 Slowly, he prised himself up and then eased back down.  Each move had his
breath hissing through his teeth as his body fought to adjust itself.

When he was sure he was okay, he said: "Right, let's have you, give me
something back will you?"

I brought my knees up behind so I could thrust better.  Slowly at first,
but then picking up speed as my cock started to rule my head and my desire
to come off put aside any thought of taking it easy with him.  I thought to
myself once in the driving seat, I'm no better than Henry and I grinned
inwardly.

This was my first time, and I can't possibly put to paper what it felt
like.  I had no idea the bombardment of fantastic feelings, how much it
felt just right and how much I wanted it never ever to stop.  To think that
I hated it so much with those two guys, then enjoyed it so much from Brian,
and now I was getting a taste of just what it was all about.  My viewpoint
was standing itself on its head these last twenty-four hours like I could
never have imagined.

Sorry to say, my first effort at fucking was miserable when measured by
stamina.  Within a minute or two, my juices were unstoppable.  I thrust
hard upward trying to dismount Brian and he likewise was trying to spear
himself on me.  I cried out as my climax came, emptying myself within him,
my mind doing summersaults and my vision blurring like some kaleidoscope.

He slumped forward onto my chest, each of us speechless.  We lay there
still for some time, our breath slowly returning to normal.  I ran my hands
up and down his back, watching the morning sun edging over the horizon to
start the new day.  With some effort, Brian sat back up and then very
gently rolled off onto his back next to me.  His knees were still bent and
he said they had cramped into that position.  I knew that feeling from
before, so I helped him by gently massaging his leg muscles till he could
straighten out again.

Part 9

Back in my cabin, we showered and changed, then lay on the bed not saying
very much, just holding each other.

Brian said quietly "Mike, do you want to be like, er, my special mate kind
of thing?"

"What do you mean exactly, we are mates aren't we?" I asked.

"I was being honest up on deck," he said, "I've not done that before
really, but I would like to do it with you if we were, kind of special
together, you know?"

"I think I do, you mean like we don't do that with anyone else?"

"Yes, it's hard for me to say, but I think you know I like you a lot, I
would put myself out for you, especially if I knew you were only for me."

"I want that too, but what about Henry, he is not going to let me off just
because we are together," thinking it would shoot down his idea.

"Yeah, well, apart from Henry, I know you can't help that, nobody can.  But
by next trip, there will be a new lad in there for him and he will have
forgotten you so I can accept that no problem.  Anyway, you might need
someone to take care of you when he has his way, and I will be here for
you."

I leant over and kissed him.  He wasn't so good at words, well it is
difficult for a guy to tell another how he feels, and maybe I couldn't have
done any better.

"There is one more thing," I said a bit nervously.

"What's that?"

"Well the other day after that bad do with Henry, Barry kind of well, he
lost control of himself in here when I was sleeping and gave me a blowjob.
I was sleeping at the time and didn't know anything about it, but he told
me when I woke up and then did it again, just to show me what it was about.
He's done it a few times since as well," I admitted a bit sheepish.

Brian thought for a while then said, "Well it's not like he has been doing
what we just did is it, I mean, we all have done something for relief or we
would go mad, and Barry's a good guy, I always liked him, so that's okay by
me."

I was relieved, I didn't want our friendship to go sour before it had
begun, but I didn't want to keep anything from him either.

"Just," Brian said, and then stopped for a moment, "Just make sure next
time, I'm there as well.  I could just fancy seeing you being sucked off by
Barry".  He laughed and then gave me a playful punch.  I returned it a bit
harder and before I knew it, we were scrapping around the room wrestling,
turning it into a real mess.

Things certainly started to improve for me now, I had a friend and I had a
hobby, well that is making light of it, but I did have an interest and that
was sex, of course.  Having discovered how good it could be, I took every
opportunity with Brian to experiment and try every possible position we
could think off.  Brian was very good at that, he usually had the ideas
being that bit more experienced than I.  Some of the more memorable were in
positions where it was really difficult to hold, like a leg on the table
and the other on the floor.  The kind of thing where you get a cramp or
whatever, but it only heightened the fun and the feelings.

Eventually, we arrived in Cape Town and unloaded the stuff that had been
the main part of our cargo.  The ship spent a few days there while the
agents looked around for a new cargo.  As nothing was forthcoming straight
away, it was almost a holiday for the crew.  We went ashore most days and
at nights too, but I really didn't care for that too much.  Unless we went
a long way from the docks, the kind of bars within easy distance were a bit
crappy and rough to say the least, and I was never at ease in them.

I didn't see much of Henry either while we were in port, perhaps he had
some people to call on or at least, keep him happy.  My hours on duty were
quite short, just helping out with a bit of maintenance and stuff held over
that couldn't be done when the ship was in voyage.

One afternoon, Brian and I were at it in my cabin.  I had taken a break
after lunch for a few hours and we were on the bed, me kneeling and Brian
behind me giving my ass what for!  Suddenly the cabin door opened and in
walks Barry.  He was occupied with something and didn't notice us on the
bed. Searching around in the drawer of his dresser, only when he found what
he was looking for did he turn around and see us, connected and naked on
the bed.

"Oh! I am sorry," he said, "I didn't realise anyone was in!".

We laughed at the situation, being caught right in the middle and soon
Barry saw the funny side too.

"Brian is in," I said, giggling like mad.

"But I didn't knock either," said Brian, still trying to apologise, and
that started us sniggering even more.

After we calmed down a bit, changing the subject Brian asked him what he
was up to, didn't he have any free time?  Barry said he wasn't working and
was about to take a ride into the city and have a look around for the
afternoon. Well if he wasn't busy, said Brian, he could spend some time
with us if he fancied.  We could both see his eyes almost popping out of
his head as he stared at us, hardly taking his eyes off the point where we
were connected.  I was a bit surprised at Brian; I didn't think he would be
so direct.  But I didn't really mind, as I said before, Barry had made me
happy on quite a few occasions.

"Oh yes!" he said, a grin spreading across his face. "What had you in mind
exactly," he asked us both.

But it was Brian that did the answering.  "How about making a sandwich of
Mike, he tells me you can do wonders on his cock!"

I was a bit put out at that, like I had betrayed a confidence, but Barry
didn't seem to mind in the least.

"Anything to oblige, it would be my pleasure".

I had gone soft with the chatter and joking, so Barry held my dick, feeling
and squeezing till that funny sensation deep inside started to glow and it
began to harden.  Brian was still in me, but I knew he was also soft, so I
worked my ass, squeezing till I felt him start to piston slowly back and
forth.  Once he saw I was standing, Barry got himself down under to take me
in his mouth.  He was still fully dressed, so with one hand, I reached and
undid his belt and pants, pushing them down his hips.  Wriggling to help,
they were soon around his ankles revealing a short but fat cut cock.  It
looked good, smooth and unwrinkled.  I pulled up his shirt wanting him to
take it off, so he took time out to kick off his pants and remove
everything.  A nice trim body he had, slightly hairy chest, he kept a tan
going which was set off with his jet black hair.

Back under and my cock started receiving his treatment as Brian worked in
my ass.  This was good, getting it at both ends, great idea!  I wanked
Barry's cock a while and it felt good to the touch like it was a piece of
steel in a wrapping of velvet.  He didn't ask me to but at some point, I
really needed to take his cock in my mouth and give him back something of
what he was doing for me.  Close up he smelled fresh and clean, almost
delicious.  I think it turned Brian on to see me do it because I could feel
him speed up his rhythm when I started.  Barry braced with the tension and
I had my juices rising too, what a great combination!

"Go on Mike, suck him hard", said Brian as he started slamming into me. I
didn't answer but took all of him and I was not about to let him out to
start talking.  I could feel Barry let go of my dick, but quickly he slid
slightly more underneath and I could feel his tongue on my balls which was
equally just as good.

Brian began groaning and I knew he would soon finish.  I squeezed my ass as
tight as I could and made him groan louder.

"Oh! Baby, Shit! I'm coming, oh, yeah, now, I'm coming!"  His dick pulsed
inside of me, I could distinctly feel every twitch and then that flood of
his hot juice filling me up. Wow! it was so good.  I loved him coming in
me, at either end.

Brian groaned and fell back exhausted.  My cock was bursting thinking of
him in me and I felt just seconds away from my own explosion.  Barry moved
again further under, and to my surprise, his mouth clamped around my
asshole.

He sucked hungrily, pushing his tongue inside, the feeling sent me flying
over the edge and my cock instantly erupted over his chest.  As soon as his
mouth began slurping my ass, his cock began twitching and he too reached
climax and fired off into my mouth.  And what a lot, he didn't stop for
what seemed like an age, I think he must have been saving it up or
something like this hadn't happened for a long time.

When he was finished I rolled over onto my back, my knees giving me the
signal I had overdone the exertion again.  As each of us came too, we all
agreed that was a tremendous piece of action and I for one hoped it would
continue.  I didn't say anything but just the idea of three people instead
of two; it doubled the fun straight away.

Barry grabbed some beers from his private store and we drank them, talking
about this and that, laying over each other on the bed.  After our second
bottle, Barry was telling us how good he thought we were together, how we
looked a great couple.

That made us both blush a bit, and he went on, "But you do really, Mike
with his blond hair, Brian with his brown, Mike with his slim body and
Brian with his stocky build, you are a great compliment to each other in
every way.  In fact, I don't mind admitting, I'm jealous of you, I wish I
was included, you have a good thing going."

Brian looked at me and I just gave a shrug, wondering what he was thinking.

Then he said, "I reckon Mike and me enjoy your company too Barry, I don't
think we would mind you being with us for some fun, would we Mike?"

Again I was caught by surprise, but I had to agree, "No, sounds like a good
idea to me, no problem."

We looked to Barry, but then we looked at his dick, now standing straight.
There was no doubt what he was thinking about.  Brian laughed and grabbed
it.

"My, you are a fast worker Barry, how you do it?"

"I've not seen any action for God knows how long, I got a lot saved up."

I glanced at Brian and saw the tone of the conversation had lit his fire
again and that in turn started me off.  Brian reached for Barry again, this
time not as a joke but to feel his cock, take the heft.  I watched them as
they took each other in.  Barry leant over me and took Brian in his mouth,
finalising his cock into a solid column.  To balance it up, Brian did the
same for him, sucking on his fat cock.  I was out of it but not for long.

Barry let the cock slip out of his mouth saying "I would love to do you
Mike, would you mind?"

I looked at Brian for direction, as this would be something different to
what we talked about before.

He glanced back and gave a shrug, then said, "Yeah, why not if Mike is up
to it".

They both looked at me for an answer and I just grinned, which was all they
needed.  Barry, quick as a flash moved around the bed, pushing my knees
back up to my chest.  He buried his head in my groin, taking first my cock
till it was fully hard, and then licking around my balls and that electric
spot just behind them.  He didn't dally long before his mouth was on my
asshole, slurping around and tonguing inside me.  Oh, I couldn't refuse
anything after that!

Having made me fully wet and slippery, he got up on his knees and half
lifted me so that my ass aligned with his cock.  He slid it home, the
fatness making me feel the difference to Brian's.  Fastening my legs on his
shoulders, he commenced giving me a good run.  He was different, pushing to
the left and then right, not just going straight in and out.  I had no idea
sex could be so different from one to another, almost like doing it for the
first time again.

Brian watched and wanked his cock a while.  Then he climbed behind me and
sat over my head, feeding his cock into my mouth.  Another new experience
which I loved. Being filled from both ends, I was fired up instantly till
my cock was throbbing and twitching against my stomach.  Barry was plugging
me hard but he still found the time to lick my nipples, trying to ensure I
was taken along at his pace.  He fucked hard, much more so than Brian,
slamming into me with rapid strokes like the rattle of a machine gun.  He
built till it felt like a blur and then erupted inside, filling me right up
till I could feel it running out of my ass.  Not till he had finished did
Brian pick up his own rhythm to see himself off.  I sucked him hard but
also tickling the end of his dick which I knew he liked.  Barry moved out
of me and let down my legs.  Taking care of my needs now, he returned his
mouth to my cock and balls, even back to my ass which must have by now been
full of his and Brian's mixed up juices.  I knew he loved doing it and I
did too.  As soon as Brian let go in me, it triggered my own climax which
had Barry quickly taking my cock in his mouth to drink all he could.

After this, I was shattered both mentally and physically.  I might be
young, but I am no superman and going at sex like that wipes me out.  I
didn't go back to work, taking instead a long cool shower and then curling
up in bed with Brian for a few hours of much-needed sleep.

Part 10

We spent ten days at Cape Town and that meant having ten days of fantastic
sex.  After that we made ready, having secured a cargo to San Paulo in
Brazil, loading it over two days, and then sailed out onto the South
Atlantic.  Work fell back into the previous routine, cleaning; helping with
maintenance around both inside the engine room and anywhere else it was
needed.  When the weather was good, anywhere on the top side was a great
place to be and that's when I enjoyed work the most.  Of course, Henry and
Charley were back on the scene but with a thousand and one things to sort
out at the start of this voyage, they were far too occupied to take any
notice of me.  It also meant that Brian and I could usually only get
together in the evening, but that was no bad thing or else I would have
been worn out before long!

I now enjoyed the side of me discovered by Brian.  No going back, it was
everything I needed. The beginnings of it were with Henry, but they
brutalised me in a way that would never allow me to like anything they did.
Sure I was doing the same stuff with Brian but in a completely different
way.  There was no taking with Brian, but all about sharing between us, and
that was like chalk and cheese compared with Henry. But for the remainder
of the voyage, I had to take it from Henry whenever the situation arose.  I
always tried to be out of his immediate vicinity during working time, but
it was not always possible.

At regular intervals, opportunities presented themselves where I was
subject to their sexual desires much in the same way I have already said.
The only change for me now, was that I could shut off my mind and pretend
to myself that I was enjoying, as I would if it was with Brian and Barry.
That made it a bit easier to get through and my supposed acquiescence
perhaps got it over a bit quicker. Now, however, I had Brian to fall back
on afterwards and that helped me a great deal, in fact having that special
bond got me through it all and is probably the main factor in my remaining
working on ships.

Probably the worst encounter I had was after San Paulo.  One of the derrick
cranes had broken whilst loading cargo there, and for the next week, Henry
and all the engine room hands were busy stripping the gearbox and motors,
finding out the problem and then patching something together that would
work ready for the next port call.  It put Henry in a foul mood for days
because there were no proper spares for the job and they had to cannibalise
and machine bits and pieces that they needed. There was a sigh of relief
when it was all back together and working.

I found the celebration party in the middle of the afternoon. Charley and
Henry were drinking at his bit of a desk just off from the engine room.
Seeing me walk by, they called me over and it was soon plain both of them
were a little drunk.

"C'mon lad," shouted Henry, "come and have a wee drink with your mates."

"Thanks," I said, "but I have to take this drill bit straight back up to
Albert, he's waiting for it".

"Oh, pugh to Albert," said Charley, "I know what he's doing and the job can
wait till you have a drink with us."

Henry moved a chair for me and beckoned me to come over.  I couldn't refuse
and went to sit down with them.

Charley gave me a tumbler of whisky saying, "Down the hatch for fixing that
bloody derrick".

Henry raised his glass and I followed suit.  I didn't like whisky at all,
beer was my drink but I was obliged to knock it back as they were doing.

One glass was followed by another and then another till I could feel my
head sway.  As always, Charley had a story to tell and it had sex in it.
Something he had got up to in Cape Town by the sound of it.  Henry thought
it hilarious, but I couldn't see what he saw that was so funny.

Then out of the blue, Charley changed the subject and said: "I hear you got
yourself a buddy now, a nice bum buddy to keep you warm at night."

I could have melted into the deck with embarrassment; the thought of him
knowing about me was awful.

"Is that so," said Henry in amazement, "well I never, our young lad having
himself a bum buddy right here on this old ship.  Well, well, well!  And
who might it be?" he asked straight out.

I didn't have to answer, for Charley piped in "Oh, it's Brian, the horny
little bugger. You got to hand it to him though; he got himself a right
pretty boy with Mike."

Henry looked on, trying to rack his brains thinking who Brian was.  He
exclaimed "Brian! You mean that horny little fucker that was screwing my
engine room hand a'for Mike here?"

"The very one," said Charley pleased with himself. "Aye, he didn't leave
that kid alone did he, always in his pants every time you saw him, that
Brian."

I knew they were trying to get me going talking about Brian in this way,
but I didn't bite, just sat there quiet and saying nothing.

They poured themselves another round of whisky which I avoided this time.
Not saying anything, it made me nervous wondering what was going to come
next.

"My, my, my," said Henry almost to himself, "just fancy, Brian having
another one of my engine room lads.  Well, well, well, it won't do, no this
won't do at all."

He looked up at Charley.  Saying, as if I wasn't there, "and what do you
think they are getting up to together Mr Charley?"

"Well, I don't know to be sure," he said, "but we did know what he was up
to with the lad before don't we, used to give him a right going over."

Henry turned to me, "Now lad, what is it you get up to with Brian in your
cabin, we really are all ears waiting for you to tell us."

I said defensively, "He's just my mate that's all, everybody's got a mate
and he's mine. That's it."

Both of them laughed out as if I had told a really funny joke.  As it died
away, Henry grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him.  Once out of my chair
his other hand grabbed my bum and he squeezed it painfully.

"Have you been letting Brian visit you up there lad?" he said with a
malicious grin on his face.

His tone had a sharp edge that scared me; the humour had gone completely
from his voice now.

"No, I told you, he's just my mate" I answered desperately.

"Oh, just your mate," he said as if finding the answer to be a problem.

Quick as a flash, he yanked my shorts down, ripping the seams and breaking
the button and zip. I tried to resist him but his hold on me was
unbreakable.  My briefs followed leaving me standing fully naked between
them.

"Now Mr Charley, let's examine Mike and see if his mate has been just a
friend or a really good friend."

"Good idea Chief," chimed Charley and stood up somewhat unsteadily and
grabbed my arms, pulling me forward whilst Henry anchored my hips so I was
bent over and exposed to their view.

I heard him spit and then felt some wet fingers invade my rear, pushing and
turning, making my hole widen out.

"Oh yes," exclaimed Henry, "I'd say the lad has had plenty of meat stuffed
in here, look at the size of it Charley, a real pussy this boy has got
now."

Charley agreed with him and said, "Not often we get pussy on board this
ship Chief, better take advantage whilst we can don't you think?"

"I do too Mr Charley, would be a pity to waste such a wonderful opportunity
wouldn't it lad."

"No, Chief, please don't do this," but I was wasting my breath.

His fingers were quickly replaced with his cock which he roughly jammed in.
Holding on to my hips, he fucked me roughly pushing fully home within just
a couple of jabs and wracking me with pain.  Charley let go of my arms and
pulled out his cock, feeding it straight to my mouth.  Their initial lust
sated, they found time to start bantering again, humiliating me with their
jokes.

"My lad, I must say this is good, letting your mates use your tight pussy
like this, why you are generous."

Charley continued, "Yes, been putting it around the ship so it must be
alright for his two best mates to have some of it".

They were both drunk and that meant they were not rising to the boil very
quickly.  They fucked me, one giving it me at both ends.  They didn't come,
just stopping each time and swapping when they were near so that it went on
and on.  Then I heard my name being called.

"Mike, Mike, where the fuck have you got to. Mike!"

It was Albert and I knew he would be looking for me and the drill bit I was
supposed to take him.

Henry answered him, "He's over here Albert".

I heard his boots on the decking till they were almost on us.

"Where the fuck have you gone to can't trust you with a simple fucking
job", he said angrily.

"Here Albert, here is Mike taking his time enjoying himself, spreading his
favours around."  Albert came round the corner and stopped at the scene in
front of him.

"Oh, that's what you are doing, forgetting about me up top.  Standing
around like a spare dick whilst you're having your fanny tickled down
here."

Albert had a sharp tongue and he wasn't my favourite person to work with,
he always seemed to be angry with everybody.

Charley said, "You can say that again Albert, young Mike likes his fanny
tickled and we are just the ones to do it aren't we Chief."

He demonstrated by holding my head firmly and bucking his cock sharply into
my mouth showing off to Albert.

Henry then said, "Albert, take the weight off your feet and come and relax
here, I'm sure Mike won't say no to another one joining the party.  Pour
yourself a whisky!"

"Well, if you don't mind, it does look like more fun than fixing the deck
lights."

That made three of them taking turns at me.  Soon fed up with standing,
they put me on the floor on my back and took me like that. Now I had two
cocks in my face to one in my ass.  I was out of it, switching off
completely. I did whatever they told me just to get through. Albert, not
having been drinking was the first to come.  Having sucked him first,
Charley made way for him so that his fat cock plugged my ass and he shot
off in no time.  But if I thought it was one out of the way, I was mistaken
because it just came to my mouth and I had to continue sucking him and
Charley whilst Henry moved back into the seat.  Soon enough he was up again
and face fucked me roughly till gasping with another climax, he pulled it
out of my mouth at the last moment and shot his juices all over my face.

Seeing Albert come turned them on a bit, soon making first Henry and lastly
Charley come too, the first in my ass and the other in my mouth.  But after
they had finished and were laughing and telling each other how good they
were, they didn't let me go. Even when they had resumed their clothes, I
was kept naked while they commented and joked about my dick, had me bend
over and finger my asshole and generally humiliate me in whatever way they
fancied.

But once the bottle of whisky was empty, they became bored and finally with
a slap on my bum, I was told to bugger off and get back to my mate.  Brian
was already in my cabin waiting for me.

"You been doing overtime?" he said as I shuffled into the room.

"No," was all I said and went to the bathroom where I sat on the toilet.  I
couldn't face Brian or anyone for a while and thinking of what had happened
soon had me to sobbing and crying.

Brian banged on the door, "You alright Mike, you sick or what?"

I started to say something but my sobs broke up the words. Realising
something was wrong, he came in.  Straight away he knew what must have
happened and did all he could to comfort and clean me up.  Finally putting
me to bed and going to fetch Norman so he could take a look.

Norman put some ointment in my ass, but amazingly nothing was torn that he
could see.  He told Brian the only thing I needed was someone to hug and a
shoulder to cry on.  Then he left telling him to take care of me, which he
did.  Joining me in bed, we didn't talk but just held each other drifting
off into sleep. The next morning I told him most of what had happened, but
not about what had been said concerning him.  I'm sure if he knew; he would
have gone after them with a crowbar and done some serious damage, if not
murder.  I could live with it and I didn't feel I had to burden Brian with
more than he had.

Our journey home was a slow one, from Brazil up to Galveston in Texas, then
on to Baltimore, after that it was Halifax and then across the cold North
Atlantic to our home port of Liverpool.  I have many more journals with my
adventures of the rest of the voyage.  If you would like, I would be glad
to tell them.

The End

Your comments are welcome. John -- bokjay123@hotmail.com