+++Oh for the life of a sailor man, but not you if you are not 18 or older. Please jump overboard and leave the rest of us to sail in peace.
Jeff Townes, the Vice President of the bank, no less, had me in his office today. "Mr. Wales, can I call you Robert?" I nodded. "We have a special mission for you. This portfolio of documents must be delivered, in person, to our office in London. You, Robert, one of our brightest young men has been chosen as courier."
Now you may wonder why they didn't just fax the docs, or send them by plane. I hasten to remind you that this was in 1921, there was no overseas airmail, nor fax. But then, I was delighted to have been picked, and an ocean voyage with time in London was enticing. Of course I said yes.
Now I didn't fool myself into thinking that I was chosen for my banking skills, although I graduated with a degree in finance from the University of Pennsylvania, I had seen, surreptitiously, an evaluation of me, left uncovered in the personnel office. It mentioned my appearance and rhapsodized about my twenty-three year old good looks, crisp curly brown hair and intense blue eyes. I blushed as I read it, but I decided if I would get ahead because of my physical appearance, then what the hell, I would run with that.
I picked up my travel from the local office of the Grey Agency that handled all the banks train and ocean reservations. The young man who handled our account went over the documents and chits. "This vessel is small, no immense ocean liner, takes cargo and about six or eight passengers. The food is good and the staterooms are commodious, but the passage does take about half again as long."
The ship was berthed at a little used pier in the 40's on the west side. I arrived as cargo was being loaded. No one paid attention to me and I felt pretty dumb standing there. Finally a tall, red faced, gray mustached man came over to me. "You must be Robert Wales. Welcome son, I am Captain Wellerby. You're the first passenger to arrive. Well, good enough, your may climb up that gang plank and find stateroom five and make yourself comfortable. We will be casting off in about three hours."
I hoisted my personal bag and the portfolio up and climbed the steep ramp. The ship appeared old, but freshly painted and clean throughout. The passage way was narrow, but I easily found my cabin. The travel bureau was right, it was rather large and had a large bed, a full dresser and a desk. I noted that there were sliding doors leading to a veranda. Not too bad, I whispered to myself. There was a note on a push bell near the door stating, "Ring for service."
I thought I try it out. I pressed it. In about three minutes a young lad, perhaps eighteen, in white shirt and shorts appeared at my door. "Yessir, may I serve you? I am Wade."
"A scotch and soda and if you can do it, a ham sandwich."
"Very good sir, no difficulty at all. I will be back in a short time."
Short, indeed. There was my tray, placed on the desk, a nice cut glass with the ship's name etched on it (Sea Skimmer), a small flask of liquor, a siphon, and a generous sandwich.
"Excellent, " I said.
"Enjoy your lunch and the cruise, sir," he said leaving.
I watched his perfect buttocks in his white shorts as he left.
I made my drink, and opened the sliding door to the veranda. I was greeted by the noise of the city times three as winches and hoists and the shouts of men greeted me. I looked down as the vessel was loaded. Captain Wellerby was evident as he bellowed commands to the loaders. I also saw a knot of people carrying suitcases. They were directed to the same gangplank as I had been. There appeared to be two young ladies, a young couple and two college age boys.
The noise being so loud, I closed the door and sat on a chair in the cabin finishing my drink. I put the glass down and realized I was quite sleepy. My watch said four o'clock, so I had plenty of time for a nap. I wasn't sure when dinner was served, but I expected I would be fetched in time.
The bed was large and lovely. I fell asleep quickly but awoke much later to an insistent tap on the door. I got up and called come in. There was my steward, now dressed in long trousers and a jacket. "Dinner is in a half hour, sir." He looked me over, I was dressed in an open shirt and dark trousers. "Guests usually dress in business attire, except for Wednesday Saturday, when formal wear is asked."
Responding to my "oh", he said, "I can supply you with a formal suit and accessories. Not a problem." He looked me up and down, "I'd say you are a thirty two waist and your height is about six feet. And, if I may say, you carry it very well." I stared. His remark was somewhat inappropriate. He blushed in confusion and finally blurted out, "Are you interested in the opposite sex. I saw this as there are two lovely young ladies on board, If however, and I think I am right, if you are drawn to more exotic outlets, the "Sea Skimmer" can meet your needs."
"In what way, Wade?"
He took a deep breath. "I hope I have not inferred incorrectly, but I and my two other stewards are here to satisfy any of your needs. In addition, I note two lads who boarded earlier, well I believe they are male lovers."
"Thanks Wade. I don't doubt that the long voyage will bring up an intensity in my usual needs and, if so, I will avail myself of what you suggest."
Just as he was about to close the door he said, "On the lower deck, near the engine room is a fine Turkish bath, steam and dry heat as well."
Well the kid sure had me pegged. I stripped, showered and dressed in a fresh shirt and donned a suit and headed out to find the mess.
As I passed along the hall, some of the state rooms were open and their occupants were busy putting away their contents. As I passed one room, I spied the two young guys who Wade had described as lovers. I had seen them from my balcony, but up close, they were almost like twins, both with curly blond hair and fair skin, but a moments more look showed that one of the fellows was about my age and the other one several years younger. I nodded a greeting to them as I continued along the passage. I bit further I had to squeeze against the wall as a stalwart young man was coming in the opposite direction. I immediately recognized him as the male of the young couple. As he passed, he held out and large hand, "Reggie here. You must be Robert, I saw your name on the passenger list and by elimination etc."
I shook his hand. "Say Reggie. Am I going right for the dinning room?"
"Completely, just keep going and it is on the other side off the central salon.:
The salon was a large room that served, as I learned, as the gathering place. It was like a lobby, game room and also used for musical evenings.
The dinning room was a surprise, much more luxurious than the rest of the ship. Mauve damasks walls, one round tables set with fine linen, glasses and dishes. I could smell the dinner cooking. The only persons in the room were the two young women. They were the same ladies I had seen from my veranda. They greeted me with a curt nod and resumed their conversation, I was glad I didn't have to reply on them for company on the trip. I found out later that they were lesbians, so even if I was interested, they would not have been.
The others drifted in. The male couple were a bit overdressed in matching yachting-type clothes. The married couple, the man who I had encountered in the passageway, arrived and Reggie introduced his wife, Sally. They were an odd combination. Reggie was bustling with good heath sociability, Sally was very thin and seemed an unhappy sort.
Wade, my Steward and two other similar looking lads took drink orders. Wade advised the table the dinner would commence when the captain arrived.
Well, we had two drinks each and were all chatting amiably when the captain took his seat at the table. He had put on an impressive outfit with gold epaulets, a little too impressive for this small vessel.
He greeted each passenger by name and then called out to the servers. "We've very hungry lads, bring it on."
During the meal, which lasted over two hours, mainly because coffee and brandy were served afterward. I had the feeling that the entire table had focused on me. Look at it this way, they figured out that the boys were a couple, Tad and David. They also dismissed Sally and Reggie as easy to understand, but maybe they were amused that Mary and Ann, the female couple were having a quiet intense argument, but what was Robert all about? Why was he going to London alone? Was he a fairy? That last query probably was on Reggie, the husband's mind. However two develops over the next two days confounded my first impressions.
The first occurred after dinner. I sagged down on an easy chair in the salon. The long, tense dinner had exhausted me. I readily accepted an offer of an after dinner cordial from one of Wade's fellow stewards. As I sipped it, I lit a cigarette and leaned back, now feeling quite content. Mary emerged from the dinning room and came directly over to my chair and sat on the arm. She was a honey of a sexy girl, all tanned skin and perfect makeup. I realized that she was a little drunk. I hadn't noticed that they had served her a few drinks at table.
"Where's Ann?"
"The bitch has retired. Hey handsome, do you want to take me back to your cabin. I'm a bit in need, you know.?
"Honey," I said, "If I swung that way, you'd be my first choice, but..."
"Oh piss and corruption, I might have known. Just when someone rings my bells, it turns out that they play for the other team."
All I could say was, "Sorry". She drifted off.
The room was almost empty. I could see Wade and the other stewards cleaning up. Soon the lights went off in the dinning room and I began to think of bed. I got up and started walking toward my room. Wade walked behind me and caught up. "Do you want me to turn down you bed?"
"That'd be nice. But instead of a chocolate, leave yourself on my pillow."
He chuckled and felt my ass. A nice boy, a fresh boy, but just the boy I needed now.
I went back to the room and got undressed. Brushed my teeth and got into bed, wearing my new pajamas that I had bought for the voyage. They were pale blue and had a Russian collar I thought I looked very regal in them.
The door opened without a knock. Wade stood looking down on me. He seemed to have developed a bossy attitude since the afternoon. "Whilst I undress, get yourself naked as well."
I obeyed, but complained that the servant had revolved and became the master. What was happening to the world.
Soon I was naked. Wade, without his steward white pants and jacket was transform ed. He was a beauty. The beauty was still young and not completely in control of himself. He was panting outloud.
I held out my arms and he came into them and kissed me. Oh the lips of youth as sweet. I tongued him. It may have been his first time. The boy was overcome with the treatment of his mouth and lips. I could feel his substantial prick against my bare belly. I reached down and grasped it.
"Wait," He said urgently. "I am too aroused. Stop a moment.
"Tell you what, sweet, why don't you lick my member for awhile, until you get control.
I don't think this is the way he had visualized the way the evening would progress, but the dear child sighed with cute resignation and slipped down the licked the head of my rampant cock. Yes, I was leaking heavily and he got some of that nectar on his tongue. It acted like a sex drug, I know because it, in similar situations, has made me a into little whore.
He was moaning with pleasure. I put a hand on the back of his young neck, ruffling his wavy hair and pushed him toward my cock, a hint to take it into his sweet mouth. He wanted it anyway and he slurped it into his hot mouth and began a steady sucking. I put my hand on his smooth back and rubbed it. Next time, I promised myself, I would spend more time in learning his geography. That tits were excellent and his flat smooth stomach was charming. I hadn't seen much of his ass, but enough to make me dream about it that night.
But my mind was jerked back to the moment. "Wade, I'm afraid I am trigger short tonight, not having had sex in a while. If you don't stop, I'm going to give you my nectar."
He lifted he head and looked at me. What a sight. His lips were smeared with my come and his eyes were slitted from passion. "I must have your cum. Please don't stop me."
He went back down and this time he sucked wildly. I crowed that I was cumming and he sucked and drank it all. When I was finally able to think again I said, "Poor Wade. Now I should do something about you."
He looked at me and blushed and looked down at the sheet. Yes, it was covered with his steward's contribution. The poor boy had cum when he felt me unload.
I kissed him gently on the forehead and told him that I would now go to sleep.
"No," he said, "First let me change the sheet. But I was asleep and he dressed and left.
End Part One
Reader, what do you think about Reggie? What about the other two stewards whose names were not even mentioned? Do you think....? Wait for part two.