Date: Sun, 13 May 2018 14:20:31 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: The Agency 6

The Agency 6
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex.  If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to
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Case Six: the Alexandria

The Alexandria was a modern steamer that served the Southampton, Gibraltar,
Alexandria and Bombay route. As was typical it had luxurious first-class
suites, adequate second-class cabins, and steerage for lesser
mortals. There were separate European and Egyptian-Indian sections of
steerage. It was large ship with electric lights and fans provided by a
dynamo attached to the boilers. It had quite modern plumbing, and showers
facilities.

I was called by Sir William MacWilliams to deal with a delicate problem. He
was the president of the Gibraltar and Bombay Steamship Company. The
passengers on the ship were being blackmailed. Shipboard romances between
men and women were apart of the problem, but men with unorthodox tastes
were more typical recipients of the vile letters. If word of these problems
were to become public the company could be ruined.

"I don't care who does what with whom," Sir William said. "As long as no
one tries to sink the ship, they can travel on the Alexandria. There is
only one word used for Hotels who cater only to the virtuous," he added.

"What is that?" I asked.

"Closed!" he replied.

A week later I joined the crew of the Alexandria as a Steward. I was with
Alfred, one of my older employees and Jamie, one of my youngest. He was
twenty but looked like a fifteen-year-old.  Ships crews are all male and
most sailors knew how to find sexual enjoyment on a ship.  This is
partially due to inclinations and partially due to availability. Many men
don't require affection to achieve sexual satisfaction.

There were women passengers on the ship.  However, an affair with a married
woman or with a daughter and a sailor meant you were fired at the next
port. You could easily find yourself stranded at the wrong end of the Suez
Canal. Most of the families[BW1] who traveled on the ship were in First or
Second class and had their own cabins. If you were poor, you left your
family in England and wrote them letters.

When I joined the ship, I met with Captain DuPont Deveraux. He was an
American from New Orleans. He was gentlemanly and polite, as is typical on
passenger ships. The ship was new and expensive. I assumed he had an iron
will under the gentlemanly disguise. He knew of me though some of his
connections with my former clients. It was clear that he shared my sexual
preferences, but he was on the bridge when he wasn't in the First-Class
dining room. He could not investigate on his own or indulge his own sexual
interests. I was to be the steward in First Class. They were wealthy or
rich and could pay blackmail. Alfred served second class and we both bunked
in the crew quarters. Jamie was a cabin boy.

He told me that he had some thoughts, but he wanted me to look around
without any preconceptions. Of course, the First-Class passengers were the
preferred victims, with only a few Second-Class victims.  They tended to be
clergymen and teachers. There wasn't enough money in steerage to justify
the effort.

On the first night out little happened. It wasn't rough seas, but it wasn't
like sailing in a bath tub either.  The passengers retired early. The
shower rooms were a surprise.

Deveraux was a distant relative of Louis Pasteur. He firmly believed in
Germs and the need for cleanliness. The crew was made up of typical
Englishmen who thought a weekly or monthly bath was more than adequate. The
Captain required a daily shower.  The crew did as was required and soon
found ways to make the showers more enjoyable. The crew shower had four
shower heads in small room. I showered with the head Steward, Charles, and
assistant Purser, Bart. Bart left the showers just before the ship lurched
due to a big wave. Charles slipped and touched my cock. He apologized.

I told him it wasn't a problem. "I'm not the shyest man anyway. We all have
the same equipment," I added.

Charles glanced at my cock. "Some of us have more than others," he said as
he left. I had a good idea about Charles' interests.

The bumpy seas of the first day turned into a full-blown gale on the second
day. While I am not particularly virtuous, god favored me with a cast-iron
stomach and I am completely impervious to seasickness. I took care of all
the First-Class passengers and was able to help some with
Second-Class. Bart helped me with the Second-Class passengers. I helped a
man named Toby clean up steerage that evening. Two men and three women in
the Egyptian steerage joined in the clean-up.  One of the men was a
middle-aged teacher, Abdul. He knew how to calm his students and did the
same to the passengers.

I found out the names of the other Egyptians who helped and gave them to
the Captain. He refunded their fares. That had a beneficial effect on the
steerage passengers. They had been terrified by the storm and to have
anyone in authority be concerned about them was a blessing.

The storm abated as we reached Gibraltar. The Captain had performed
admirably, but the passengers thought I had been the hero. Once past
Gibraltar, the sea was quiet. We had one wealthy Egyptian man in First
Class, Selim the Carpet Man. He had a difficult to pronounce last name and
preferred to be called the Carpet Man. He provided high quality oriental
rugs for London and Paris. Egypt wasn't a carpet maker, but Alexandria was
a big, well governed city. It was a safe, trading center for the entire
mid-east.

Selim was a big, slightly over-weight man. He spoke French and English as
well as Arabic and Turkish. He knew Abdul and about my clean-up efforts in
steerage. As a wealthy man, he was treated well by the English, but didn't
like the English treatment or ordinary Egyptians. He offered me money to
help them. I told him I didn't need that, but I told him the kitchen might
provide more food for steerage with the money.

I noticed the Purser, Maxwell, spent a lot of time walking the halls and
looking around corners. As the Purser, I had assumed he spent most of his
time with the accounts. I asked Bart about that and it seemed that Bart did
the accounting. That night Maxwell was with the First-Class passengers,
dancing and playing cards. I was on call for the bedrooms, but the party
lasted until almost 11:00.

At 9:00, Selim called me in to his room. He was wearing a beautiful,
embroidered dressing gown. After I had been there a few minutes, the gown
fell open and exposed his impressive man parts.  He pretended to not to
notice as did I, but we both knew that was a polite fiction. I rearranged
my own equipment. A few minutes later we were naked.

Selim was in better shape naked than he had been dressed. He liked young
English men and he thought I was attractive. I dropped to my knees and
licked the tip of his circumcised cock. I then enveloped his cock head and
licked the underside of the plum sized organ. He was shocked and pleased.

"You have a manly organ," I said.

"It has been little used over the last few months in England," he said as
he looked at my cock.

"Does my foreskin offend you?" I asked, since Egyptians were usually cut.

"Quite the opposite," he said. He paused, "I am a big man and have a man's
urges. I am afraid I might hurt you. Some English boys were delicate."

He was big, like Tommy and Manish. "If I were to tell you that the seed of
big men excites me, would you be offended?" I asked.

"In your mouth or ..." he asked. I told him I liked both.

"I have never tasted infidels' seed. Would that bother you?" he asked.  I
said no.

A man as big a Selim can not be that gentle, but he shot off the second he
pushed through my sphincter. He did not lose his erection and he fucked me
for five or six minutes until he had a second, massive orgasm.  His big
balls must have been overloaded.

He pulled out and began kissing and licking my tool. I was excited, so my
sweet sex juices were drooling. These excited him. He sucked until I shot
off and he swallowed every drop. We calmed down and talked. I said his
state room was impressive. He told me he had been assigned a more typical
room, but he paid the Purser extra. This room had been reserved for
Europeans. I had a sense that something was not right about that.

The next day I mentioned it to the Captain.  He told me there was no such
rule. Often Maharajas and Emirs used the room on their trips to
London. From the way the Captain looked at me I knew the Purser was on his
list of possible suspects.

I stayed close to the passengers, so I could respond when needed. Lord
Roberts and his wife Lydia were on the way to serve in Bombay. The
Hon. Mr. Wait and Mr. Elmont were joining a bank in the same city. A
Rev. Miller was to wait in Bombay until boarding a ship to
Australia. Mr. Henrik Van der Loot was visiting India before going to
Batavia, in the Dutch East Indies. The Dutchman seemed to get along with
Mr. Elmont.

The second-class passengers were not notable, except for Mr. Grady, who was
to become the organist for Mr. Miller's Church and the Graf von Hertzburg
who was heading an expedition to New Guinea, a German Colony. He was with
several expedition members.

They got along well. Lord Roberts and Mr. Elmont seemed to exchange glances
and The Rev. Miller seemed to be interested in the cabin boy, Jamie. The
cabin boy wasn't a job or rank.  It meant that you did what ever anyone
asked you. Alfred told me that Jamie made friends easily and was convincing
as a virgin looking for an older man to show him the ways of the
world. Mr. Grady was interested in Abdul, and Salim the Carpet man was
interested in Mr. Grady.

I talked with Bart, the Purser's assistant. Bart was a young pudgy man who
looked tired. He was annoyed that Maxwell wanted to dock his pay because he
helped with passengers during the storm. "I do 90% of the work anyway," he
complained.

"I have seen the Purser wandering all over the ship," I remarked.

"He likes to associate with rich men," Bart said. "It's hard to believe but
he has a diary listing the toffs he meets." I later asked Alfred and Jamie
to keep their eyes on him. I also asked Alfred to tell Jamie, that fun is
fun, but I needed information. That evening Charles, Bart and Toby joined
me in the showers. Toby was a stocky sailor, hard working and useful. He
wasn't particularly attractive and was not to the Manor born.

Since the storm, some of the more ridged standards of rank and position
faded away. There were those who were helpful, and those who were not. Many
were sick, some suffered in silence and some turned the illness into it
into the last act of a Wagner opera. Some who weren't sick helped the
others, some did nothing.

Apparently, god gave Toby some extra cock to make up for his face. Bart was
unimpressive physically but was wildly enthusiastic when he was sexually
excited. When you were with him, you felt as if you were the world's
greatest sexual athlete. We had been at sea long enough so any uneasiness
in the showers had vanished. If you wanted sex, you could get it. If you
were uninterested you washed and went to bed.

In the crew showers of an all-male crew, you might make assumptions. I made
some assumption that were entirely correct. Sex might be casual, a quick
stroke or penetration, followed by an even quicker orgasm. A quick
encounter might evolve into an intense session, often with several
men. Most of the crew had been on the ship for a year or more and they knew
crew members' preferences. Alfred, Jamie and I were new crew members, and
they were curious. Men of our inclination can get to know each other
quickly, especially when we are naked in a shower.

A thick tube of uncut cock hung between Toby's legs, reminding me of
Tommy's tool. He was standing next to me. I touched it and said, "It's a
beauty." It began to enlarge immediately. "I see it's in working order," I
added.

"You can try it on for size, if you like," Toby whispered. I leaned over
and got his knob in my mouth just before the foreskin had completely pulled
back.

"I am getting close, Sir," he said. I looked up. He looked down and I
continued sucking.

Charles came over to us with Bart. "If you're still hungry after you've
taken care of Toby, Bart has something for you," Charles said. Toby began
to shoot off. His man seed was ripe and plentiful. I turned toward Bart.

"I might just prime the pump as you take care of Bart," Charles said. His
impressive organ rammed Bart's ass in a single thrust. I had never sucked a
man as he was being bum-fucked before. Bart oozed cock juices with each
thrust. As they continued, the juices thickened until the orgasmic
explosion. I took the load and stood. A second later Toby was on his knees
with his mouth on my cock. A cock slid into my ass, as did some sword
swallowing.  I enjoyed it all.

It didn't take long for me to feed Toby. The man in my bum was Johnny
Jones, the Chief Engineer. I didn't know he had entered the shower. Word
travels fast on a ship. While I had only met him once he knew my bum had
recreational potential.  His cock was a good fit for him and me.

Once you've had sex with a man, you tend to relax. After we broke apart,
the men talked about Maxwell, the Purser. The men thought he was a Peeping
Tom, who like to watch the upper crust going at it. He had no interest in
the crew or anyone in steerage. Toby had noticed that he wasn't interested
in a physical type. Some men like them young, or buxom or cute. Maxwell
liked them wealthy or titled. Bart noted that Maxwell wasn't within a mile
of being in the right class to be attractive to any of the toffs.

"His father was a sheep herder," Bart said. "You would need to be
incredibly attractive for any of them to even notice him."

"How did he get to be an officer and the purser?" I asked.

"I ran into a man who told me Maxwell was "adopted" by an older gent,"
Johnny said. "He was uppity up and Maxwell was his seed dump. The guy sent
him to school and taught him manners."

"Does he have any friends on the ship?" I asked.

"I don't know, and I don't care," Bart said.

"I seen him chatting with Nigel, the waiter," Charley said. "When Nigel was
younger he was a good-looking lad. He was common as dirt, but handsome. I
don't think he's looked in the mirror lately. The bloom is off. He's the
delivery boy for the passengers who want to take their meals in the cabins.
He is a gossip and used to tell us about the passengers when they are out
of their fine clothes. Somehow the word got back the Captain, and that shut
him up."

The next day I had a chance to report to the Captain. He had suspicions
about Maxwell, but not about Nigel. Some of the incidents had occurred in
the evenings when Maxwell was in the dining or card room. He could not have
seen the incidents. If Nigel was involved, the mystery was solved. Nigel
had been a problem with gossip and had made indiscrete comments about
passengers.

Nigel was the nephew of Sir William's children's beloved nanny, and the
Captain reprimanded him rather than discharging him from the ship.

"I thought it was a flaw in his character. It seems it is a vice," the
Captain said. "Maxwell was never quite right, but I could never quite
figure out why." He paused and then added. "Can you get proof? I would like
something solid." I told him about the notebook.

I had examined the staterooms and found an unexpected chamber. The most
expensive suites were back to back with built in wardrobes separating
them. These included a laundry bin. The passengers would place their soiled
laundry in the bins. A small passage allowed the under stewards to collect
the laundry without going into the staterooms.

I discovered that a mirror over the bins used one-way glass, and I could
see the entire bedroom. In one place I found scratch marks suggesting the
use of a photographic tripod. I am not a photography buff, but I had heard
of special films that required less exposure than normal film. I found this
next to Salim's stateroom.

I told Selim about the one-way glass and the blackmail scheme and explained
that I needed to catch them in the act. I asked if he might help us. Jamie
was willing to be with him. I said Jamie looked younger than his age and
that would be ideal for blackmail. I think Selim had noticed Jamie. He
raised his eyebrows at the mention of his name.

"We would pretend to be intimate?" he asked.

"Jamie likes older men and is interested in large organs," I said. "You can
pretend but if you get excited, I doubt he would object. I would be
nearby."

"I might hurt him," Selim said.

"Jamie is willing to take the risk," I said.

The next morning Selim took breakfast in his state room. When Nigel made
the delivery he just happened to see Jamie, naked in the bedroom. During
the day Jamie managed to run into Salim several times when Nigel or Maxwell
were watching.

I asked how things had gone with Selim that night. Jamie had gone to the
room at 5:00 and they had some oral fun before Nigel delivered
breakfast. "I was still stiff when Nigel saw me, just in case he had any
doubts about us. I got dressed and left only after Selim asked I would be
free that evening," Jamie said. He then whispered, "How far am I supposed
to go with Selim?"

"How far do you want to go?" I asked.

"Do you think it will fit? he asked.

"I don't know. It was good for me," I told him. "I was with a big guy when
I was your age, I didn't take it, but I still think about it."

That evening Jamie came to Selim's state room at midnight. Alfred knew
Rev. Miller who was in the room across the passage from Salim.  He
entertained Miller as I watched the door to laundry bin. At 1:30 Maxwell
and Nigel appeared with a box containing a camera. A half hour later the
Captain arrived with Jones and Toby. A minute later it was over, Nigel and
Maxwell were gagged and bound.

I knocked on Selim's door and told him it was over. Jamie told me they had
unfinished business and closed the door. The Captain took firm charge of
the situation. Nigel and Maxwell's rooms and trunks were searched, and he
found photographic plates, prints and all of Maxwell's correspondence. The
crew fed the photographs to the boiler and smashed the plates before they
were thrown overboard. There were the addresses of victims as well as
criminal associates. These associates were in Alexandria and Cairo.

Selim asked for those names. He said he had some friends who would take
care of the problem. Nigel was quite talkative and was sent to Kenya for
his health. No one asked what happened to Maxwell after he was turned over
to Selim.

Jamie thought Selim was a natural wonder. Selim told me that Jamie was most
accommodating. Both men were happy.

We were to spend a week in Alexandria. That would allow the passengers to
make a side trip to Cairo and see the Pyramids. Since our job was done, we
were to take another steamer back to England. Captain Deveraux asked us to
visit him in the company's guest house for a celebratory party. He told us
he had invited the men who had helped with the investigation.

The house looked fortified but wrapped around a courtyard and was most
luxurious. On the ship, the Captain was always on duty and entirely correct
in every respect. He did not participate in any of the recreational
activities of the crew.  At the guest house he greeted us wearing only a
lose fitting robe of gossamer fabric.

Charles, Bart, Toby, Jones, Rev. Miller and Mr. Grady, his organist, as
well as Abdul and the Graf von Hertzburg, who was a close friend of the
Captain, came to the party. Abdul was an employee of the steamship
company. Selim was there with his brother Osman and his "son" Ali. We
undressed and donned the all but transparent robes. The servants were all
male and nude.

"Charles told me you are a man of the most liberal disposition and tolerant
of new experiences," the Captain explained. "I have invited men of a
similar disposition. I hope that is not too forward of me?"

I smiled. "You are a good judge of character," I replied.

"The men are of quite varied rank. Charles told me that would not bother
you?" he asked.

"A man is judged by his character, not by his rank," I said.

A few minutes later I discovered that the cool and reserved Captain
Deveraux could relax, dispense with formalities, and was sexually generous.
I was surprised that he could both give and take. While fucked and left his
seed in Bart's bum, he received a seed tribute from Toby in his behind. The
Captain told me later that a single load of a sailor's seed in his ass was
a small price to pay for a good man's service.

Osman, Selim's brother greatly enjoyed Jamie.  Osman looked happy as the
young man squirmed on his tool.  When I looked at Jamie I realized that
Jamie's life had lacked one thing, a Turkish tool up his bum. Salim fucked
the Graff von Hertzburg. I assumed that screwing a German nobleman was a
major triumph for Salim. Being dominated by the carpet merchant excited von
Hertzburg. When Selim wanted more lubricant, he had the servants fuck and
seed the German. Von Hertzburg seemed to love it.

I had an enjoyable interlude with Abdul. He was indeed a teacher, but he
also worked for the Captain to let him know of problems in Egyptian-Arab
steerage. Some Europeans thought that abusing these people was expected.
Years earlier an Egyptian girl was raped and killed herself on a ship the
Captain served on. That would never happen on his command. Abdul was to
warn him about abuses.

As the party ended, the Captain asked if there was room for another load of
man seed in my ass. I smiled. I could tell, he knew the answer to the
question before he asked it.

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