My Indonesian Cabin Steward

My Indonesian Cabin Steward.

by Andy Macdonald.

andymacdon@hotmail.com

This is the first part of a story about my secondment to an Indonesian Oil-Rig Support ship. If I iam encouraged, I'll post Part II.

The Managing Director said "We want you to work with the Indonesians for a bit."

"Huh? The Indonesians?"

"Yes. As you know, they've recently bought one of our new oil rig support vessels and part of the deal was that we'd lend them an engineer to teach them how to work it. You're probably the best chap we've got to teach 'em."

Flattering. But probably true. I'd qualified as a Marine Engineering officer at an earlier age than all of my contemporaries. and worked in the support vessels ever since. They'd become ever more complicated and I'd specialized in the complex position-keeping electronics and propulsion systems. Couple with my engineering qualifications was my keen interest in offshore sailing. All my holidays were spent in sailing boats and I'd managed to get all my Yachtmaster certificates in addition to my big ship engineering qualifications..

"How long will I be working with them - and when would I start?" I asked him.

"Oh, so you'll go then?"

"Yea, it sounds kind of fun," I replied. And the image of cute young Asian sailors flashed across my mind.

"Well we'd like you to start as soon as possible. They need the ship out there as soon as she can get to Indonesia. In fact I understand they want to sail on Thursday."

"Wow, that's the day after tomorrow", I replied, "what about my present job?"

"Oh, that's not a problem. We thought you'd jump at the offer and I've already cleared it with Captain O'Hara. You can leave your present ship right away and the transfer should be easy because both ships are alongside in Southampton.

"Sounds great," I said and I really meant it. I love the Far East - Thailand, the Philippines, Japan anywhere in that part of the world. And I love the people, they have such a happy, optimistic outlook on the world. And the guys. Oh Wow! So cute to look at and extremely sexy if you can get to know them in private!

The next few hours were pretty hectic. This was a very sudden posting. I had a couple of important modifications to finish off in the AIDRIG. I had to hand over to my replacement, get my gear packed and shut up the flat in Southampton because it looked as though I'd be away for quite a while.

Eventually it all got done in time and I enjoyed a great farewell party on the Wednesday evening when a lot of the guys from the AIDRIG got together at the Oriental bar - I thought it was quite ironic that the pub should be called the Oriental.

On Thursday morning after dragging my gear and my hangover out of a taxi I stood on the quayside by my new ship. As I paused there in a fairly dazed state, a young sailor who'd been working on deck, clattered down the gangway.

He grinned at me. My heart jumped. He was the embodiment of the mental snapshot of small cute male perfection that I'd had when the Marine Superintendent had been offering me this job.

"You Mr Macdonald." he stated.

"Yep, that's me." I returned his welcoming smile with a quick grin and shook his hand.

"I am Cheng. You leave luggage here. Someone take it on board right away. Now you meet Captain," he informed me happily. He turned and climbed back up the gangway with me in close pursuit. My eyes locked on to the young sailor's cute, jean-clad bottom that was preceding me up into the ship.

Two other young guys squeezed past us as we climbed up the side of the ship, again huge grins of welcome. Once on deck I glanced back at my gear and saw that the two sailors had grabbed it and were carrying it on board.

I followed Cheng, through the water-tight door into the accommodation area. Along a very clean cream-painted alleyway and up three flights of steep stairs - that cute bum again swaying inches from my face - until we reached a cabin door. Cheng knocked. We were bidden to enter:

There were two officers in the large cabin. Both looking very smart in their white uniform shirts and tan slacks. I glanced at their epaulettes, the Captain and the Mate.

"Mr Macdonald is come, Captain" said Cheng, introducing me.

The Captain was a small man, perched behind a large desk and equipped with what I was rapidly discovering was the usual beaming smile of welcome.

"I very pleased you sail with my ship", he said, rising and furiously shaking my hand. "This ship very complicated, we need plenty help to understand systems. I speak with Captain O'Hara, he tell me you very good man. Know all things about electronics and engines. Also I think you know about navigation also. We very happy to have you on board. Now, you wait one minute."

He let go of my hand, sat back down at his desk and dialed an internal number. There was a short burst of what I assumed was in the Indonesian language. At this time the Mate introduced himself and almost immediately another officer knocked and entered the cabin.

"This is Mito, is Chief Engineer." He turned to the Chief and said "and this is Andy who you know sails with us and helps you with the systems."

To my relief the Chief grabbed my hand and shook it with, if it was possible, even more enthusiasm than the Captain had done.

"Oh yes Andy. We very pleased that you work with us. We have many questions to ask. We need your experience, this ship very complicated." I was relieved by this man's obvious friendliness and open welcome. I had been afraid that I might meet reserve and professional jealousy but it was immediately obvious that the Chief knew that he needed the sort of support and instruction that I was going to be able to give him and his engineering staff.

"I know that you are yachtsman, too" said the Captain. It means you know about seamanship as well as engines. Is good for us. We learn much from you while you are in ship. OK now we find you cabin."

He gestured to the Mate and, following his lead, I thanked the Captain, assured him of my pleasure at being on board his ship, and turned and walked out of the cabin into the alleyway where I found Cheng who was waiting for me.

"Now I take you to cabin," said Cheng. "Now you meet my cousin Xian, he your steward. He very nice boy, very friendly. He help you with everything."

I hope he's as friendly and as easy on the eye as his cousin, I thought to myself, and then I thought - everything? Not quite all of my requirements I was afraid!

I followed Cheng. Downwards this time, along an alleyway and into what was obviously the officers' accommodation area. We arrived outside a cabin door which he threw open.

"This cabin for you, Mr Macdonald, Sir." he announced.

I followed him in. It was great. Lots of space, a big desk, which I knew I'd need. Bunk and locker space in an area separated by a curtain and my own shower and toilet area, with my own private heads. Definitely good news.

A photo-copy of Cheng stood in the middle of the cabin with the ear-to-ear grin that I was rapidly getting used to.

"I Xian," announced the grin. "I your steward, Mr Macdonald. I new to Steward job but I hope you find me good steward, Sir. I do my very best to make you happy in all ways."

Hmmm I thought. Even at the first quick glance I knew I would very soon wish that he could do just that. "My cousin Xian new to steward-job," said Cheng. "He very worried he not do good job for you. Until this time he just deck-boy."

Xian's cheeky welcoming grin was now replaced by a concerned look.

"I try very hard to make voyage easy for you, Sir. You have to tell me what you need, I fix all things for you, Mr Macdonald. But please excuse because I not understand English good."

"I'm sure you'll do a great job, Xian, it's a pleasure to meet you and I'm sure we'll get along fine - Oh and your English sounds good to me. A lot better than my Indonesian, that's for sure!"

"Now I go back to deck," said Cheng with a short bow and he left the cabin closing the door behind him. I looked round the cabin again and saw that my gear had already been brought below, from where I'd seen it brought on deck, and here it was dumped on the bunk.

Xian then proceeded to show me round the cabin, pointing out various details and then said "Now I take you to Officers' room, you meet other Officers and I unpack luggage." He turned and opened the door and I followed him down the alleyway to the Wardroom where he left me and he scampered back to the cabin.

The mess room was empty except for another young steward, complete with the obligatory wide grin of welcome.

"You Mr Macdonald" he announced. "You want coffee?"

Well, there was nothing wrong with the welcome I had received from everyone on board, from the Captain down to my delectable steward. The mess steward poured out the coffee and asked if I wanted milk, sugar.

I took the coffee and went and sat down in a very comfortable chair. Just then a couple of young officers entered the mess. They came over to where I was sitting and. again, they knew immediately who I was.

"Mr Macdonald, I Danial, 3rd engineer and this is Abdi, the Electrical Engineer."

I stood up and shook their hands. "Hi guys, my name's Andy and it's good to meet you."

Both of them grinned happily and Abdi said:

"I very happy you sail with us. This is very technical ship and I have to learn very many things from you. I hope you find me good student."

Again, as when I'd met the Chief Engineer, I was relieved to find that rather than meeting with any suspicion or reserve, these young technicians seemed eager to learn and I was to find that they were very intelligent young men who absorbed instruction like a sponge. The fact that all the young guys I'd met so far, both officers and ratings, were extremely polite, eager to please and cute to look at, made me think that this was going to be a very interesting and enjoyable assignment.

We chatted away for a while in general terms about the ship and her advanced electronic systems. I asked Abdi if they had all the drawings and circuit diagrams on board and checked up on a few technical matters. While we were talking various other officers came in and I was introduced to them. All, without exception, seemed happy with the fact that I was to sail with them. I stayed in the mess until lunchtime.

The first meal was "interesting". Indonesian food, I discovered, is extremely spicy and hot and the Indonesians seem to take a pride in just how hot they can tolerate their food. Furthermore they know that Europeans are not used to such mouth-burning spices and are highly amused at the reactions. At least I was warned off one or two killer chili dishes. But I've always enjoyed a good strong curry and I enjoyed that first meal of Nasi Goering.

After lunch I went back to my cabin and found that Xian had unpacked and stowed away all my gear in a very efficient way. I'd built up quite a bad of dirty laundry and that had disappeared - I hoped to be washed.

Early next morning we left the berth and sailed down Southampton Water bound for the Mediterranean. I stood by down at the engine control panel in case of any difficulties but all went well and the systems behaved themselves. All engine control was directly from the bridge so it was just a case of monitoring the engine and bow-thruster maneuvers.

Once clear of Southampton Water we steamed out of the Solent, past the Nab Tower and out into the English Channel. It was good to be back at sea again and I settled in very quickly. I had a meeting with the Chief and all the other Engineers and we set up a schedule of instruction for the Forenoon and Afternoon watches.

On the domestic side. I found Xian to be the perfect steward. He was very attentive and seemed to anticipate all my needs. He quickly learnt my daily schedule, appearing as if by magic with a cup of coffee at 0700 and re- appearing just after I'd gone into the shower. He seemed always to know what clothes I would be needing that day and they were laid out on my bunk while I was in the shower. My dirty clothes from the previous day were whisked away and laundered.

Some mornings this could be a bit difficult. He was such a cute little guy and beautiful to look at. He had a small well-muscled body, his skin was a light milky-coffee colour - similar to a very well sun-tanned European. Every day we were at sea he wore a thin cotton T-shirt and very tight, thin and much washed blue jeans. This rig showed off his male physique to perfection. Well developed pecks, strong young arms, sturdy well-muscled thighs, a small boyish waist that can't have been more than 28" and the cutest, tautest young buttocks that I'd seen for the longest time. He had a cheeky young face with high cheek bones, slightly slanting dark eyes which sparkled with fun and interest and that ever-present happy grin. And I loved every sexy inch of him. The more I saw of him the more I longed to have him. I fantasized about him. I dreamt about Xian, hot sexy dreams about all the things I longed that we might do together. In my dreams I touched him, ran my fingers lightly over his body, palmed his cute little bottom, leaned into him and smelt his sexy youthful body scent. In my dreams and in my sub- conscious mind we did all the things that I longed to do in my wakened state. I lusted after my sexy young steward. I wanted him badly. I could sense that he was a highly sexed young man and was certain that he would be a little fire-brand in bed. I also had a strong feeling, from the way that he looked at me when he thought that I wouldn't notice and from the way that he would flirt with me from time to time, that this infatuation might be mutual. I could remember one dream which remained crystal clear in my mind, so clear that it was a major disappointment when I woke up and realised that it had all been indeed just a dream.

I had been working all day in an awkward corner of the main electrical distribution area where some of the equipment is located in what is little more than crawl spaces. I'd been instructing some of the young engineers in problems which we'd managed to solve in similar installations in my old ship and crawling about in such confined spaces with the cute young guys had been a great turn on which, at times, I'd had quite a problem to hide. I'd gone to bed with a lot of tension in my neck and shoulders as well as in other parts of my equipment!

. . . . . . . . . and that's what Xian finds as he moves up behind me and begins to expertly probe those painful knots of tight muscle through my thin blue T-shirt.

He speaks quietly and soothingly to me - relax and breath deeply he tells me. Then he reaches down to the bottom of my T-shirt.

"Is OK?" he asks.

"Sure," I reply.

He slowly eases the shirt upwards and over my head, revealing my firm and hairy chest. I sense in my dream that he has this tremendous urge to run his fingers through my dark fur but with great difficulty he controls himself. I lean forward slightly so that he can pull the shirt over my head. He asks if I have any lotion he can use. He goes and finds it. I realise that although he has seen me shirtless before he has never been able to get so close to me.

He moves up behind me and pours the lotion into his hand, rubbing it first with the other to warm it. His fingers now touch my bare skin and a chill runs through me. Not a cold chill. No, these are the chills of intense pleasure that run deep inside and eventually find their way to the testicles. I feel my cock start to swell. Since I'm only wearing thin underwear, he won't be able to miss my arousal. I wonder what he will do.

As he continues to work on my shoulders, he is looking intently down into my lap. The bulge of my erection grows, rising straight out from my crotch. Seeing me excited obviously excites him. I sense that he feels his own cock grow and lengthen in his shorts, pointing toward his right hip and held tightly against his pelvis by his tight white briefs. I know that he wants to touch himself but keeps his hands busy loosening my tight muscles. I moan deeply in appreciation. The tremendous satisfaction at the pleasure he's giving stirs my genitals even more. I lean my head back against his bare stomach. He catches his breath. The touch of my hair excites him sexually. His penis starts to throb and I sense that precum is leaking into his briefs. He looks down into my upturned face. My eyes are closed, my face muscles relaxed. My lips form a slight smile. He lightly rubs around my ears for a few moments, then lets his hands move down the front of my neck into the hair above my pecs. He finds my nipples and begins to feather them oh so lightly with his finger tips.

"Oh, God, that feels good," I say.

My nipples begin to get hard and the harder they get the more currents of excitement race to my balls and cock. I feel my hard-on uncontrollably jerking in my briefs. My hand moves automatically to the bulge and I start stroking and rubbing the length and head of my hidden rod. I open my eyes and see him staring hungrily at my tented underwear. I guess he wants so badly to touch my private parts, to free the demanding boner in my briefs. But he keeps his fingers working over and pinching my nipples. He sees my eyes are open. We both smile broadly.

"Take it out, Andy" he says. "I want to see it."

I push down the front of my briefs and free my cock.

"You like it?" I ask.

"I like Very Much," he answers. I begin to stroke its full length. I know that precum appears and I rub it around the sensitive head. I reach back and pull him to the side of my chair. His shorts ride low on his hips. I see the top of his white briefs stand out against his dark skin. I turn and reach up to touch and stroke his miniature muscular chest. When I start to play with his nipples, he laughs and tells me it tickles. I laugh, too, as I shift my attention to the very thin line of hair below his naval.

"Where's this go?" I ask as I let my finger run down the slight fur-trail as far as the edge of his underwear. I know that I'm trying to sound naive and innocent and am sure I'm not convincing.

"You look see," he answers. But first I place the warm palm of my hand over the rigid bulge in his jeans. "Very impressive for a little guy, Xian."

I look up into his face and catch it flushing a bit. I realize that he's actually quite shy. With both hands I open the waist button of his shorts. I know that this territory is strictly off limits but it's intensely exciting. Then I slowly, oh so slowly, ease down his zipper. As his shorts slip down off his hips, my hand once again cups his hard-on. Only the thin damp cotton of his briefs now separates me from what I long to touch. I feel him throb under my palm. More of my own precum leaks through to my skin. Like you do in dreams, a tiny corner of my conscious mind worries about the stain on the sheet.

He starts pushing down on his shorts and I help him to straddle my legs. Immediately my face is rubbing against the front of his briefs. He pushes forward forcing his hardness against my cheeks and nose. His briefs have a raunchy masculine smell with just a hint of precum and male crotch sweat. God, he smells good. I rub my face backwards and forwards against the war, steamy pouch that contains his private parts. As I feel the intimate warmth of his male equipment, as the provocative smells fill my senses my own cock leaps and throbs with excitement. I start to mouth his hard-on through the straining material, starting at the base of his shaft. Soon I'm sucking at the precum around his cockhead.

"Now, Andy, now," he whispers urgently.

He pushes down the front of his briefs, freeing his small but beautiful cock. My lips go right to the head, sucking only the tip into my mouth. My tongue plays with his piss slit. I realise that he can take just so much teasing and he grabs my head. He holds it steady as he slips his full length into my mouth. I hear him let out a low, deep moan. I begin to give serious attention to bringing him the ultimate pleasure, working my tongue over and around his rock- hard manhood. It isn't very long before I sense in him an urgency that says he's coming close to the edge. I release his cock from my suctioning mouth.

"Not yet," I say. "Let's get these off now."

His briefs are quickly gone and I begin to play with his balls. I pull gently on them. He moans.

"Ah, you like that," I say.

"Oh, yes," Xian replies. I pull on them a few more times.

"Oh Yessssss" he sighs and I know that his orgasm is a wave just about to break. I ease him down to sit on my knees. The pressure at the base of his cock can hardly be held in. His man juices are ready to spurt out in jolts of pure pleasure.

"Take a rest and get your breath back Xian," I tell him.

I reach over to my bunkside table and get the bottle of lubricant I know that I've stashed there. I squeeze a large glob of the stuff onto the head of my cock and start coating my erection with the thick, watery substance. I realize I need to be careful, too. A few too many strokes and I'll be shooting cum all over us both. He watches me eagerly, obviously intrigued by the sight of another man handling his cock. He finally reaches over and both our hands touch, stroke and squeeze my rod. Then he brings his lips up close to mine. We hesitate just a moment. Our lips touch, our mouths open, our tongues probe deeply. A few moments later I really start to get close. I reluctantly pull away. He tries to hold our kiss.

"Time to swop again," I say in a shaky voice.

I motion and he stands up again. My mouth envelopes his whole cock. Xian's is a great cock to suck on, filling my mouth just right. As I suck on him, I let my lubricant covered finger explore the crack of his cheeky little ass. When I touch his anus, he moans loudly, encouraging me. I begin to probe gently, very gently. The lubricant helps me ease the tip of my finger into him, oh so slowly, subtly. I don't push any further wanting him to get used to my penetration. I ease my finger out. Still sucking on his erection, I scoop some more lubricant off my cock and return to his ass. This time my finger slides all the way in. He's whimpering in pleasure above me. I know that he's close now, and I want him to cum now. I want to share his agonised pleasure. I can smell him strongly now but I need also to taste him, feel his essence fill my mouth.

His orgasm hits fast and furious. He jams his cock deep down my throat just as his spasms hit. He rocks back and forth against me, totally abandoned to the jolts and spasms of his body. I ease my finger out of him but continue to suck gently and slowly on his still twitching cock. It stays hard, even as he begins to relax. Finally I guide him once again back down onto my knees. He doesn't say a word. He doesn't have to. His happy smile says it all. I begin to stroke my cock. I know it won't take long. But he grabs my wrist.

"I show you oriental trick," he says.

He asks me to slump down in the chair. Then he rises up and positions his cute little bottom right over my erection. He begins to rub his bottom against the head of my lubricant-slicked cock like an urgent, randy bitch. I reach down and hold my rod steady. I'm amazed and excited at what he is doing. His hole finds my cockhead. Eagerly he pushes.

"That's my cock, Xian" I say. "You like feeling it touch you there?"

He nods vigorously. "Oh Yes, Andy, it feel so big and so good."

I feel him push again, then ease up. Push again, ease up. I put more lubricant on my cock. He pushes again. My flaring cockhead begins to slowly ease into him as my probing finger had done moments earlier. I sense that he feels pain and he retreats a little bit. I think he is going to give up. But he wants it, wants it badly, he tries again. This time more of me enters him. He stops. I know that it hurts him like hell but he doesn't move, trying to relax. The pain begins to ease. He pushes a little more and my cockhead is totally enveloped. My shaft is narrower and he finds himself slowly dropping down into my lap until I'm buried deep inside him.

"Oh, I can't believe it ... I can't believe it." He moans and he's covered in sweat.

"Are you OK?" I ask.

"Yes ... Oh yes, is so good" he replies. "Not to move, not to do anything. Oh YES, Andy!"

Then he wraps is arms around me. Our lips meet and we kiss long and deeply. I feel his ass muscles tightening and relaxing around my penis. Milking my urgent cock. I feel myself moving back and forth towards orgasm but each time managing to hold back the insistent pressure. He is filled with my hard presence and feels both fear of pain and excitement at being penetrated for the first time by my eager organ. He is in a spell and can't move. I break our kiss and look down between us. His cock rises up again, hard between our stomachs. I cover it with lubricant and begin stroking. He moans in pleasure, more loudly than before.

His second orgasm begins to build and as it does, his ass muscles start to clamp more tightly around my cock. I feel myself being carried along. He wraps his arms tightly around me and holds on. Both of us are now drenched in sweat. His orgasm hits. As his cum shoots up between us, his ass even more strongly pulses around me. Then I'm over the edge, crying out. He feels the blazing heat of my cum as I flood his insides. Frozen like statues, we stay like this for minutes? hours? Time stops. I soften inside him and my cock eases out. He says something in his own language. I don't understand the words but that's OK. I know they were nice words. He moves to get up off me.

I woke up covered in sweat. I confess that I was becoming very frustrated. I had several wet dreams like that, which produced a serious amount of spunk. I felt like a young teenager again, trying to hide the tell-tale stains on the sheets. Sheets which Xian removed for laundering. It was as bad as it had been when I'd had to cover up the embarrassing signs of my nightly sexual excitement from my Mum! I worried that maybe Xian could guess that it was he who caused this sexual turmoil!

But I had to be Oh So careful. I knew what the situation would be in a British merchant ship, a gay affair between an officer and a sailor would most certainly not be tolerated - if discovered - and I was sure it would be similar on board this Indonesian ship.

As the days passed, we crossed the Bay of Biscay. This took rather longer than usual due to some very heavy weather which caused us to have to slow right down. It was tiring because the ship was pitching and rolling and you had to keep constantly on the move with it. Everyone was getting tired so the Captain decided to put into Corunna to give us all a bit of a break. I was really glad because despite the motion of the ship I'd managed to keep going with my instructing sessions since leaving England but it had not been easy and the violent motion meant that we all found it pretty exhausting.

We entered the small port, came alongside the berth and I decided that to get a real break, I'd go ashore and book into a hotel. From the bridge I could see a large hotel on the waterfront called the Atlantico. From the ship it seemed a good bet as it was a big place and very close to the docks. I waked across and had no trouble getting a room and after making the reservation went back on board and grabbed some gear from my cabin. Xian materialised and was obviously puzzled as to what I was doing.

"I'm going to spend a couple of nights ashore," I told him." as I stuffed what I would need into a duffel bag.

"You not need me how long, Mr Macdonald?" he asked.

"Oh I'll be ashore for two nights, Xian."

"You have friend here?" he inquired.

"No, I'm staying in a hotel." I told him.

"Ahh, hotel. Very nice. You be careful, not sleep with anyone." he advised.

"Huh?"

"Many funny people in hotels. Funny women . . . funny guys . . . . "

Xian wandered off into the bathroom and wiped a cloth around the hand basin. After checking out with the Officer of the Watch and leaving a contact telephone number, I left the ship and settled into the large and comfortable room in the hotel.

I was very tired and decided to take a leaf out the Spanish book; their habit of an afternoon siesta seemed a great idea. I flopped down on the bed and was immediately asleep.

I woke up some three hours later, had a long leisurely shower and slipped on some jeans and casual gear. It was quite late in the evening but I remembered that the Spanish don't eat until after nine pm so I guessed I didn't have a problem. I walked out of the hotel, crossed over the road and strolled slowly along a road of cafes, restaurants and bars. I wandered on and came to an imposing square flanked by cloistered buildings and containing a very imposing Town Hall. A sort of Spanish piazza. In one corner I found a small and interesting little bistro where I had a great meal of beautifully fresh fish.

After the meal I went for another meander around the narrow isthmus between the docks and a magnificent looking beach. I must have been guided by my built in gaydar for I strolled into an interesting looking bar, ordered a Fundador, a slightly rough Spanish brandy, and as I sipped it, I looked around. Without doubt I had happened upon a gay bar. For second I thought I'd better quit in case anyone from the ship also found the place. Then I remembered that in Southampton most of the crew had stayed on board, seeming to rather fear going ashore and preferring the company of their fellow Indonesians. And anyway, I was far from the waterfront and well off the beaten track. I decided to stay and took a good look around to see if their was any talent.

The clientele was strictly men only and not surprisingly they were very Spanish. Heavy, dark-haired, swarthy guys. Probably mostly fishermen and very different from the delicate, hairless and cute young beauties that I enjoyed lusting over in the ship. I sipped my drink. Quite soon one of the youngest guys there, not unattractive in a Gallic sort of way, came and sat down on the bar stool next to me.

"You are not from Espana" he stated.

"Right, I'm from England." I told him.

We fell into conversation and I have to admit I found his animated talk and dark flashing eyes quite interesting. I enjoyed talking to Juan and, as the evening progressed and by the way his bar stool magically crept closer and closer to mine - until our thighs were welded together - I got the feeling that he was enjoying talking to me, and was almost certainly hoping that talking would lead to a more intimate form of communication.

I skirted round various subtle and, subsequently decreasingly less subtle attempts by Juan to find out where I would be spending the night. Eventually at some time after midnight I announced that I was tired and wanted to go to bed. I stood up and found that I was a bit unsteady on my feet. A fact that might have been induced by the previous days of heavy ship movement but was much more likely to be attributable to a slight surfeit of Fundador!

I rolled happily towards the door followed by Juan.

"Sorry Juan. Much as I enjoyed talking to you, I'm afraid I'm sleeping alone tonight." I thought to myself that in truth the last thing I wanted to do was to sleep alone but, on the other hand, it was not Juan the swarthy Spaniard who filled my thoughts but a cute, cheeky-faced little Indonesian steward named Xian.

Juan made to follow me but I turned and looked gave him a hard stare:

"No deal, Juan, I did tell you. I just want to be left alone, OK?"

He finally got the message, shook my hand and with a rueful smile returned to the bar. I thought to myself, "Well for him, the night is yet young."

I swayed along the dark narrow streets trying to remember how I'd got to the bar. Everywhere looked the same as everywhere else. Narrow cobbled streets with frequent patches of light where tiny bars filled with heavy- smoking Spanish guys sat drinking, each street seemingly exactly the same as the last. I realised that I was more drunk than I had realised as I reeled along street after street, for the longest time until suddenly, by happy chance, I found myself in the big piazza again. Now I knew where I was and in no time I was back at the Hotel Atlantico. I collected my room key and made my way unsteadily towards the lift.

I arrived at my room, unlocked the door and rolled in with a sigh of relief. I was tired and quite drunk and relieved to have arrived safely back, having shaken off Juan and not been mugged. The bedside light was on which surprised me because I thought that I remembered having turned off all the lights when I left. Then I got the shock of my life.

There was a cheeky little face peering out at me from under the sheets! There was someone in my bed!!

"Xian! What the Fuck are you doing here? How the Hell did you get into my room. Come to think of it how the Hell did you know where I was staying, let alone in which room?"

Xian's cheeky grin disappeared off his face in a flash.

"Oh Andy. I so sorry. I thought you love me. I love you. You so handsome, so kind. I thought . . . I hoped . . . I so sorry . . . ."

He gazed at me with fear in his eyes and my heart leapt. He looked so vulnerable, so adorable, like a cute little mascot lying in my bed. I gazed at him and slowly my need for him filled my body. My face must've changed from shocked surprise to a more friendly aspect. Xian's huge frightened eyes gazed into mine and as my expression changed so his turned from fright to love. His eyes filled with adoration.

My previous experience with Asian guys was that of unforgettable hot and almost endless sex and love making, they are always so quick and eager, so willing to please the person they are with and they have never failed to do that with me.

But finding Xian in my hotel room had really thrown me for a moment.

He jumped out of bed and I saw instantly this cute, perfect young man's body. Perfectly proportioned and clad only in a pair of scanty white briefs which bulged provocatively in front and clung to his perfectly formed buttocks behind.

He jumped towards me and I enfolded him in my arms. Hugged his warm wriggling body to mine. Gazed down into his glowing, love-filled eyes, then lowered my face to his. Our lips brushed together, rubbed together, we kissed and slowly his tongue slipped out between his eager lips and explored mine. Slipped in between my lips and probed and explored my teeth.

I could feel Xian's lithe young body wriggling against me, down below I could feel his urgency as he humped his groin into mine. His sexual urgency increased as our kisses became more passionate. I moved forwards, slowly pushing him back until the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed and he tumbled backwards, falling submissively beneath me. I straddled his small, eager body and our mouths remained glued together, tongues dueling furiously, first in his warm, wet mouth then in mine.

Xian's hands were everywhere. Feeling under my shirt, softly brushing my chest, nipping my nipples, furtively fumbling lower and lower. Probing. Feeling. Exploring. He became more and more eager. I lifted my body slightly up off his and Xian started work on my trousers. His nimble fingers undid my belt, slid down my zip and peeled the trousers down, over my hips. Then he slid his eager fingers inside the waist band of my briefs and slid them right down to my knees, giving him full access to my rampnt cock. His hot breath was turning me on each time I felt it wash over the head of my penis, his mouth was now only a few centimeters from engulfing the head of my longing cock and I knew I was going to enjoy this immensely.

"So BIG," he purred as he stared at my rearing maleness rearing before his eyes, "So big, so powerful. I think always my Andy have such beautiful cock. Big strong cock for Xian."

As I felt his breath get closer and closer to the tip of my cock I began running my hands over his back. It was like that of a new born baby, soft, flawless and warm. My searching fingers explored the only clothing that Xian was wearing, his pair of briefs, soft and skimpy. As I stroked up and down his back I felt his nose sliding up and down my hard shaft, Xian was smelling my maleness then lips placed a soft kiss on my cock before parting and taking the head of my aching organ into his warm, moist mouth. He sucked gently, swirling his tongue around the head of my cock and then sucking a little more of my hardon down into his throat, the feeling was unbelievable and I prayed that I could hold out without cumming too soon so that I could enjoy Xian's sensual mouth around my rampant penis for as long as possible.

I slid one hand to the top of his skimpy underpants and slipped my fingers under the waistband indicating that I wanted him to remove them, still with my cock in his mouth he lifted awkwardly so that I could push the underwear down as far as my arm could go. It cleared his bottom and released his swollen cock, which flipped up against his firm stomach. During my efforts to remove the underwear, Xian had managed to take the whole length of my aching cock into his mouth and was now fucking his face with it. He was humming with pleasure as he serviced me. My cock sliding back and forth over his tongue and down into the back of his throat, this beautiful young man was good, so good in fact that I realised that I was on the verge of shooting his face full of my sperm and I had to bring things to a sudden stop before it ended way ahead of time.

I slid my frenzied cock from his eager mouth and pulled him up to me, he was a lot shorter than my 6' but his small body had a similar build. His eyes, dark and seducing, stared into mine and our mouths were drawn together again as if by a magnet, our kisses deep and savage, tongues probing time and time again into each others mouths, teeth touching together as we drew energy from one another.

Xian was writhing and wriggling all over me, panting with sexual desire and giving small gasping moans of delight.

Caressing fingers now probing each other's muscled bodies, feather light touches in private places, inner thighs, testicles, buttocks, bum-clefts. Moans becoming harsh with desire and urgency.

Soon we were rolling around on the bed, legs entwined as we rolled first one on top then the other, our cocks bathing each other in the sticky pre-love juices that flowed freely from us both. My mouth found one of his small dark nipples and I sucked it furiously, his hand came up and pushed my mouth down harder as I began to nip into the flesh around the now very reddened nipple. His legs drawn up each side of me I could feel my cock lubricating his tiny puckered hole as we wrestled back and forth, kissing, fingers gripping deep into flesh and our bodies grinding together hard. Higher he drew his legs until my cock that had been sliding backwards and forwards along his bum crack finally started to probe into his hot moist tunnel.

I started to withdraw as I was close to cumming but he held onto me so that I couldn't retreat and slowly eased his wanting hole forward onto my cock, it slid in easily and to the hilt, there was no retreating now as I started to pick up rhythm with him as he rode my cock to orgasm. Within five minutes it was over for both of us,. As I injected the inside of his tunnel with what seemed like gallons of cum he spurted his load on his own face, chest and stomach. Exhausted we lay on the bed holding each other, fingers caressing gently now and our kisses soft and sensual.

We both drifted into sleep. Sated with sex. Sweaty and sticky after the furious release of our pent up lust for each other. So happy to have at last consummated our passion.

But we were not to sleep for long. I awoke to feel feather-like touches all over my body. Across my chest, teasingly light strokes on my nipple, teasing touches working their way lower down to my stomach. My cock leapt to attention. Xian's subtle feathering finger tips were making me furiously rampant. My cock knew that at any minute it would feel those insidious finger tips fluttering along its erect body, lightly stroking its frantic head. My cock ached for release. Xian, the sexy little devil had woken and was eager for further sexual action.

I gripped his hand, wrestled it away from my groin and flipped him onto his back. I reared up over him and gazed down at his grinning face, into his lust filled eyes. I dropped my face down but instead of our lips meeting I ran my nose into his neck. Smelling his hot young body. I buried my nose into his arm-pits breathing in the musk of his maleness. Then I ran my face down the same path that his probing touches had so recently taken down my own body. I smelt my way across his hard, muscled stomach and into his pubic bush. Soft, bushy hair with a man-smell that made my already hard cock stiffen even more. I sniffed his equally rampant penis and buried my face into his balls, sniffing, licking, loving.

Xian was writhing and moaning and longing. He sensed that this time I was going to have him. To dominate him, penetrate him and possess him. I was going to take the lead and I was filled with animal lust.

"Turn around." I ordered. I spun him around and he flopped over onto his stomach, lying on the bed with his pert little bum offered up for my pleasure. I got onto my knees and I moved his legs apart. Pausing to smell his asscrack, I shoved my face into his firm young bottomt. I loved the smell of his ass and it was only a second before my tongue was gliding over the target of my male lust. I eased my tongue into the tightly closed puckered little hole and I heard Xian moan.

"Oh Ye e e s s s s s....Ohhh Andy!! Do that !!. Andy, eat my bottom like that. Do it more. ." I licked his ass and darted my tongue in and out of his sexy little ring of taut musle. I revelled in exploring my young steward's most intimate place. As I probed and searched between his buttocks my right hand groped into his fork, deep between his legs and I found and fondled his ball-sack. He responded by shoving his ass into my face ever harder. Reaching around in front of him, I felt his cock. It was steel hard! Small, hot and rigid. After a few more licks of his man scented bottom I roughly flipped him over onto his stomach again. Xian lay there, humping his hips slowly, rubbing his hard prick against the sheets, the muscles in his buttocks clenching and relaxing rhythmically. I grasped his smooth muscular legs and dragged them apart, I spread him over the centre of the double bed.

"Fuck me, oh fuck me hard and now" he panted, parting his legs even wider and wriggling his bum provocatively.

I had been dreaming of getting into Xian?s bum ever since I'd come aboard the ship. I'd already had Xian's tight ring gripping my cock but then he'd been in control. I guessed that Xian loved a blowjob, but he loved being royally fucked even more. Showing no mercy, I applied KY jelly to Xian's willing hole, then applied some to his cock, still achingly hard.

"You want it, eh?" I chuckled. "This biggest, Britsh one?"

Before Xian could reply, I mounted his eager little body, hot, sweating and he, frantic or the penetration, reached between my legs and guided my pulsing stiffness into him. The beautiful body I had coveted for months was fully ready for my entrance - I slid deeply up into him with the easiest of pushes until my stomach was flat on Xian's back. I slowly rode back and forth on top of him. My whole body was aflame with desire as my penetrating organ was gripped by his tight anal ring. As I slowly eased in the heat inside his body added to the thrilling conquest.

Xian turned his head and could see in the large mirrors the reflection of our lovemaking. He saw the naked length of my muscular body stretched out on top of his, and saw the rhythmic jerking of my bottom as I stepped up my attack. Xian's adorable face was clearly to be seen in profile, his eyes wide open and filled with the naked lust of the penetrated and possessed.

Soon, my fast little plunges produced moans of ecstasy from Xian. My arms were flung about XianI's slender shoulders, to hold him tightly to me.

Now, I paused my deep and hard screwing of Xian's willing anus, rose up off him and spun him onto his back. He gasped and groaned at the empty feel p his bum but as I rolled him over I watched the cute young man's graceful legs raise themselves from the bed and clamp around my waist. Gripping my thrusting buttocks and urging me on ever harder as I plundered his gorgeous bottom.

"Oh, god, you're so tight," I said breathlessly, my hands under Xian to grasp the taut cheeks of his bare little bottom.

"Fuck me," Xian moaned, his own loins jerking up to the rhythm of my heated thrusting.

"Oh, yes," I gasped, hardly able to speak as the sensation of the glorious dominance of fucking Xian overwhelmed me.

I pulled him tight against me, my hips jerking out of all control.

"Don't stop!" Xian pleaded. "You not Stop now!" His breath was coming in gasps, and I felt his body moving in rhythm with mine. Then, for an instant, my hips stilled, their movement no longer necessary. I felt the spunk boil down the rigid shaft of my cock, I fought to prevent the searing spasm but to no avail. I filled Xian to overflowing as I came in the first magnificent gush - a feeling so intense that I cried out in both pain and pure physical delight. Xian held his conqueror still between his legs, and I leaned over to kiss my sex-crazed cabin-boy. His tongue was in my mouth, then in my ear, his teeth raking my nipples.

"Oh, God!" Xian cried.

"Oh, Xian," I sighed, little ripples of pleasure still speeding along my flagging penis.

"I loved it," Xian confessed with a little sigh.

"Oh, yes, me as well," I murmured, watching Xian's hot little cock grow stiff again in his hand.

Now I rolled Xian onto his stomach, his busy hand still grasping his stiffness while I again mounted him.

"Oh, yes, put that big thing in me again," he gasped.

"A h h h!" Xian exclaimed as I pushed home to the hilt. "Oh, God, this is...." But his voice trailed away, choked with emotion.

Xian had never been fucked so vigorously as now. While he loved the length and thickness, I guessed it was my technique that was thrilling him now, to judge by the little gasps and sighs that escaped his mouth.

I gazed down in adoration and wonder at the ass below me. Then I looked in the mirror and saw Xian's face crushed to the pillow. His eyes were tightly closed, but his mouth was open wide and panting, and it was obvious that he was hovering on the edge of yet another climax. Trying not to grin, I stopped my hard thrusting into him and lay still on top of him.

"What is it? Why you stop?' Xian groaned.

"I want to enjoy your coming," I said. Xian's sex had not left his hand. He stroked it furiously. I could feel Xian squirming against me as he jerked upwards in a nervous little rhythm.

"Oh, oh," he gasped. "I love it,' he confessed, his dark eyes tearing up.

I resumed my fucking, Xian trembling violently against me with the force of his desire.

Before I had a chance to conclude this second fuck, Xian twisted beneath me with a surprising strength for his slender frame and rolled over on top of me.

"What are you doing?"

I was quick to get an answer as Xian sat on my cock as he had done on our first session.

"But Xian," was all I had time to say before he was straddling me and sliding up and down on my throbbing prick. He reached up to grasp my ass, and Xian rode me hard and fast, his mouth wide open in a grimace of concentration. His throat emitting grunts of animal pleasure as he ground he bum furiously up and down my pole.

I gasped, thrusting rhythmically upwards into my eager lover.

As the most incredible delight throbbed through him, Xian said, "We do this again and again and again."

"Oh, yes, yes!" I cried wildly.

The strength of his impulses carried him over the edge of bodily endurance, and his body arched up in ecstatic release. My fingers dug deeply into the lean flesh of Xian's bottom and with short, sharp thrusts I sent my spunk surging into the boy.

He turned once again onto his belly with his face to one side and I leaned over him to kiss his lips and eyes. My hands took possession of Xian's now well-fucked ass.

His breathing almost back to normal, Xian said, "For so long I want to be loved. I know it good but it more good as this."

"I know," I said. "I could tell."

"You're the only person who's ever - ever - fucked me that hard." Xian smiled, letting his fingers play in my coarse pubic hair, causing me to tense. But not for long. Three times we'd made passionate lov. Three times I claimed my willing little Xian, pumping my seed deep within his eager guts. Mating, claiming, dominating. Utterly spent we both fell into deep, deep sleep.

Part II is nearly ready. If I'm encouraged, I'll post it!

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