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While traveling in Europe in the early 1900s was often depicted as a luxury. It was not that all the time, especially for young American lads. I'd been accepted on scholarship at Trinity College, Dublin. My mid-western family was not wealthy and I had few other options for higher education. A benefactor offered to pay my way over by steamer and also provide me with a monthly stipend. He was a single man with Irish ancestry. Needless to say I thanked him profusely and promised to make him proud. My parents and other relatives did manage to give me a bit of money.
My ship left from Boston for Calais, not my first choice of a route, but cheaper than any other. I was assured by the shipping agent that the passage to Dublin would be easy. Calais was typical of any major port city, lots of bustling throngs of travelers from around the world. Many of these were on their way to England or places overseas. I found a cheap room near the harbor and went in search of a ship for Dublin that would leave in 3 days. Exhausted, I walked around the port area and stumbled on a Turkish bathhouse. It was cheap, 3 francs so I went in. The inside did not inspire confidence. The clerk at the desk looked up from the newspaper he was reading. I spoke no french so I just handed him the francs and he pointed to a curtained doorway. I went into the small locker room where a cheerful attendant helped me to undress and store my things in a locker. His attitude relaxed me somewhat. He went on in french about the facilities pointing to a balcony that overlooked a steaming pool below. He handed me a towel and took my hand for a tour. There were other men there, some naked like the attendant. They glanced at us as we walked around. I was left at a steam room that seemed to be the central gathering point for the customers. Men sat or lay on benches, their private parts on full display. I noticed that some were openly fingering their cocks to hardness. Despite my innocence I did get hard, my cock hidden beneath the towel. I sat for a few minutes letting the heat penetrate my pores.
When I figured that I had enough heat so I followed two of the naked men to a shower room. It was poorly lit with gas lamps flickering. I took a shower head across from the two trying to be discreet. But they were not that careful. I looked up to see one man had fallen to his knees to suckle on the other man who seemed to be enjoying the attention. He held the other man's head in both his hands. Their action soon attracted others to witness their sinful ways. Men crowded around me as we witnessed the action. I felt a pair of hand massage my shoulders then move down my back. I moaned at the new sensation. This encouraged others to move towards us. Hands were soon moving all over my 19 year old body. I looked up to see the other two now engaged in full on sodomy, unashamed about what they were doing. I was then pushed to my knees surrounded by hard, naked men eager to have me suckle them. As if by instinct, I opened my mouth at the nearest foreign dick. The man growled enjoying my first attempt at sucking. Soon others gathered around us offering me their excited tools to suck. After a while one by one they left me kneeling there covered with the seed of many men who had jerked themselves watching. I showered off returning to the main pool for a swim among the naked men.
Satisfied that I'd seen everything to see in Calais. I found a cheap pub with a three franc meal before returning to my lodgings for the night. I sat in the main lounge looking over the list of sailings for the next day. One of the other men came over noticing my list and asked where I was headed. I told him Dublin if I can find a ship. He laughed then asked if I thought I might consider working for my passage on the 18 hour trip across the Irish sea? I told him that I was willing to do anything to earn my passage. He explained that he was traveling alone without his valet and could offer me the position if I were willing to work some things out with him. He said that of course we'd have to share his cabin. I jumped at the opportunity promising to do anything to please him. He winked saying "OK, anything you say?"
In the morning I packed my 2 small bags and met him at the front door. He'd already paid my bill and called for a hansom cab to take us to the port. The ship was not new or even newish. But we were assured that it had made the journey many times before. A steward showed us to the small cabin with just a bed and a hammock hanging from the ceiling. He tipped the man who left smiling knowingly. We stowed our bags, leaving to go on the deck for the departure from Calais. We pulled away from the dock following a pilot launch from the harbor. Once at sea we were called to the dining room for a simple lunch of mutton stew and beer. After the meal my new employer suggested an afternoon nap while we sailed. In the cabin again he undressed to the nakedness, the first time I'd seen a non-family member naked. He laughed asking "Have ye not seen the male before boy?" I blushed no as I stood staring at his hairy figure. He laughed once more saying "Quickly lad undress so that I may teach you what a valet must learn to do for his employer to earn his pay." I was both excited and afraid at the same time as I undressed while staring at his naked form.
When finally naked I was ashamed at my body's reaction to our nudity. My thing was rock hard sticking straight out from my body. I watched as his grew to gigantic proportions before my eyes. He reached out across the narrow space pulling me to him. One of his hands cupped my naked rear as a finger explored my moist crack. I moaned from the sudden excitement in my loins. He kissed my neck whispering "Laddie, it is time to learn how men can please each other that no female can even match." I moaned, grabbing his strong shoulders tight. He stood lifting me from the swaying floor of the vessel. He laid me on my back on the small bed. Once more he kissed my neck as he reached over for a vial of oil next to the bed. Opening it he said "Our Steward is a very wise man, knowing what we need to make this voyage more pleasant." He poured some on my rear hole moving it around with his fingers before pushing an oiled finger past my tight muscle. I moaned loudly at the intrusion. He kissed me saying "Yes, the first time, the first few minutes may hurt. But if you relax it will become pleasurable for us both, I promise." I felt him move in, inch by inch until his hair smashed against my bottom. He stopped and kissed my shoulders mumbling how good I felt wrapped around his prick. Soon my own discomfort turned to a tingling pleasure and he began a steady pumping motion in and out.
Very soon I was overcome with a supreme feeling of a new pleasure inside my body. It was one that very shortly I would crave all the time. Right now my body was his to use and please. I shot one load after another as he used me to learn how I could enjoy pleasing a man. We lay exhausted when the steward returned to announce supper. He found us intertwined on the bed. My new employer was not surprised, telling him that he was overdressed for the day. The young steward quickly undressed standing before us naked and hard. His young rod stood out ready to service our needs. He was motioned to the bed. My ass was raised and patted. He knew what his duty was to please us, moving to mount my inviting hole. He was fast, yelling that he was filling me after only a few minutes. He fell on my back panting wildly. I felt the combined seed of the two of them dripping from my open hole. He dived down to catch it all in his mouth. We tipped him for his excellent service before we dressed for supper. Later that night he returned with a bottle of cognac and three glasses at bedtime. This time it was my turn at his ass. I gave him the load that had been stored for two days. The top off came from my employer. As a gift the steward filled my mouth with another load.