The Crew

Published on Jul 21, 2012

Gay

The Crew 2 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 bldhrymn@yahoo.com

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Two nights later, the Captain came to my cabin. I was naked and embarrassed for him to see me that way. He smiled when he saw my embarrassment.

"At ease, Mr. White, this is an informal visit, not related to the operation of the ship," he said.

"I'm not dressed!" I protested.

"Mr. White, when I'm alone in my cabin, I dress the same way you do when it's hot," he said. "If I sported your equipment, I would spend more time naked. Jack said you possess double the normal quota of manly parts."

"I'm still embarrassed," I said.

He smiled. "When you are older you will realize you should be proud of your endowment. Most men would flaunt your manly parts."

"I think they might well be arrested if they did so!"

"On land yes, but you are on my ship. I am the captain. I set the rules," he said. He removed his shirt, exposing his muscular chest and a thick matt of chest hair. The captain was carefully groomed and I didn't expect the luxuriant and unruly fur coat. "Let me explain why I am here," he continued. "Jack told me you were an accommodating and agreeable man. He also told me that while you were new to his games, you were responsive and enjoyable. Indeed he told me you were exceptionally responsive."

"I was embarrassed at that," I said.

"Let me assure you he meant that as a complement. He enjoyed you and believed you enjoyed him," the Captain said. "Is that true?" He unbuckled his belt and began to drop is trousers. I didn't know what to say, but I decided to tell the truth.

"It was the most wonderful experience I ever had," I admitted. He was naked now and a long white snake hung from his bush.

"May I tell you something in confidence?" he asked. I nodded assent.

"Jack told me you fucked him and enjoyed that greatly. I too enjoy fucking," he said. "I have one particular passion. I greatly enjoy being the first to penetrate a virgin ass. This may sound strange, but it excites me to no end. Jack says your ass is virgin. I hope that you will no longer be a virgin when I leave this cabin tonight."

"I don't know what to say," I answered. To say I was uneasy understates the case. I was silent, but my eyes focused on the Captain's cock. It was unusually long and thin, except for an oversized cock head. Enshrouded in foreskin, it formed a ball at the end of the organ. His balls hung low in a fury sack. I was trying to find a diplomatic way to say I wasn't interested. However, nothing came to mind.

I hate to think my cock was doing my thinking for me, but it seemed to be enthusiastic about the Captain. Captain Thomas was a handsome and imposing man. He was not as big as I was, but he was perfectly proportioned. I finally got up enough nerve to tell him I wasn't interested. I glanced at his cock and saw a bead of his sex juices on the tip of his puckered foreskin.

When I opened my mouth to say no, I also dropped to my knees and tried to swallow his cock. I took his shrouded cock head into my mouth and peeled back the skin with my lips. As soon as my tongue touched his bare knob, he squirted some of his ball juices. At the time, I thought it was semen. Now I know it was some natural lubricant; semen is more bitter and creamy.

My desire to say no vanished in my desire to please the Captain. We didn't say a word, but he knew I was his. The Captain took his time. He sucked me for a while and then we linked cock to mouth. That was very exciting. He then bent me over and toyed with my hole. He licked a finger and then explored my ass. He told me he was looking for my magic nut. I had no idea what he was talking about until he found it. We linked cock to mouth again, but his time he licked my balls and eventually my hole. I would have been shocked if it hadn't been so good.

I sucked his cock and enjoyed the juices he oozed. He got up, positioned his slobber-coated cock at my ass and pushed gently. His knob was large compared to his shaft, but it only took a single thrust to pop through my sphincter into my rectum. I felt a slight twinge when his oversized knob passed my sphincter, then it was in. he paused a second or two and then eased the remainder of the organ into me.

The entry winded me, but it was painless. I couldn't understand what I felt for a while. Nothing had been in my hole before, so it was an entirely new experience. He was still for perhaps a minute as I became accustomed to the invader. He began to thrust slowly. After two or three minutes it became distinctly pleasurable. I could feel his knob moving in my ass. When he almost pulled out, it rubbed the magic nut. I twitched.

The Captain noticed that and he began to rub his cockhead against the nut. I could hardly breathe. He seemed to approve. Almost unconsciously, I began to tighten my sphincter. I clenched my butt cheeks and rolled my hips. This had the effect of massaging his fuck tool.

"Damn that's good," he whispered. "You're a natural." After a few minutes of this, he stopped thrusting.

"How are you doing, Ducky?" he asked. I had trouble answering right away. My head needed to clear.

Finally, I said, "It couldn't be better."

"Are you ready for a nice, long session?" he asked. I nodded.

"Are you going to shoot in me?"

"Would you like that?" he asked. Instead of saying please pull out before you pop, I told him to drain his balls in my ass.

"That will take two or three orgasms. It may take some time," he said. "Would that be a problem?" He pulsed his cock slightly. That made it impossible for me to say no.

"Not at all," I said.

"Get on your hands and knees and we can try this doggy style," he said. I eventually discovered doggy style was good, spread-eagled was good and sitting on it was good. There was no bad way for the Captain to fuck me. He shot off twice and then he sucked me while he fingered my ass. With one finger on each side of my prostate, he made me shoot and then took my load.

We calmed down; he dressed, thanked me and left. Jack returned to the room as the Captain left. "I see you are smiling!" he said. "Do you understand what I felt when you fucked me?"

"Yes," I said. "I thought I was the only enjoying it, and you were just being nice. I'm almost dizzy."

"Let m look at your hole and see if there is any damage," he said. "The first time can be rough. Lie back and spread your cheeks." I did as he asked.

"You look fine," jack observed. "The Captain is careful man." Jack worked a finger into my ass and then pulled it out.

"It is nice and juicy in there. Is that the Captain's doing?" he asked. I nodded. Jack licked his semen-coated finger. "Did you shoot off?"

"Yes I did," I replied. "The Captain took it."

"Did he swallow?"

"He took it all to the last drop."

"You must have had him really excited. He almost never takes a load," Jack said. "In a day or two I'll take you to see how the other half lives. We'll visit the stokers in the shower room."

"I don't think I could do that," I said.

"Odd Duck, you need to stop telling me what you can't do," Jack said. "You have done nothing except tell me want you can't do. Not only do you do it, you do it with great enthusiasm and skill. It's time to admit you like man sex. You don't just like it; you love it! I have a full load in my balls; lie on the bed and spread you legs. I think there is still room for more semen in your ass."

"I don't . . ." I started to say. He was right. I did like man sex, even though I thought I shouldn't. I got on my side and spread my legs. Jack could strip in a few seconds. I felt his cock head at my ass. A second or two later he was in. His cock was shorter and thicker than the Captain's organ, it seemed to rub against the nut on every thrust.

"It feels very different than the Captain," I said.

"Cocks come in many shapes and sizes," Jack said. "There are many ways to ring a man's chimes."

"Have you tried them all?" I asked.

"Not yet, but I am willing," Jack said. "When I am dead and in my coffin, it would be nice if you would shove something up my ass. I need something just in case the angels aren't well hung." Jack had a view of life that was unique to him. It was odd, but original.

A day or two later I went with Jack to the showers when the late shift was cleaning up. It was four in the morning. This was the worst shift of the day and once and a while, Jack liked to be there to cheer the men up. He told me it was time I met the men and got to know them more intimately.

Kevin was there with a big, blond man they called Mongoose, an Italian named Carlo, and a Jamaican, Nigel. Carlo was a short, stocky, powerfully built man who might have looked like Mr. Darwin's missing link. Nigel was big, black and almost child-like. He could barely talk.

While I had seen them naked before, I never had been in a sexual situation. I was uneasy and expected to be embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, I was excited and my curiosity took charge. I had sex with only two men, Jack and the Captain. With the stokers, I saw a range of physical types and cocks. While their genitals varied greatly, I had to admit all had some appeal. By then, my mind had cleared after the rush of sensations I experienced in my play with Jack and Thompson. I wanted more sexual experiences, and I hoped it could be even better.

The men were glad to see Jack, but unsure about me. They were suspicious. I knew the previous chief engineer treated the men badly. They were naturally uneasy. Jack greeted them all by name. He stripped and was already semi-erect. I stripped too. The men relaxed when they saw that. They knew why Jack usually visited and when they saw me, they thought there might be a change of plan. The erection indicated it was business as usual.

"Is this a night for a big scrub?" Mongoose asked.

"It surely is and I have my pal here to help," Jack said. "He's just as friendly as I am, especially when you are being good." I removed my under shots and exposed myself. I wasn't embarrassed; I was excited.

"He has a big one," Kevin said. He was directly looking at my cock. The other men looked too. My cock isn't obedient and it began to inflate. As the men watched, I realized they focused solely on my cock. They too were curious about my cock. For weeks, I had been trying to look at their genitals without being obvious. I realized that was unnecessary. They were all in varying states of erection and clearly interested. I didn't have time to linger.

Jack joined the showering men, washing Mongoose's back. Soon he was paying increasing attention to the man's privates and his ass. Mongoose loved this, and had no problem with Jack cleaning his ass, or indeed fingering the hole. I decided to follow Jack's example and copy his actions. I went to Kevin. At first, my hands just soaped up his body, but soon they strayed towards his private parts. After a minute of two in the shower, I gave up all pretence of being interested in anything other than his sexual organs.

He loved it, but only half as much as I did. His cock was rock hard, but his ass was soft. I played with the little rose bud that had interested me before. I pushed it into his hole. This seemed right to me. While it excited me, I knew I wanted to use my cock to toy with the delicate rose bud.

Kevin bent over and the rosebud reappeared. I dropped to all fours and licked the delicate feature. Soon I used my tongue to force it into his ass. Kevin moaned in pleasure. He was a rough man, use to ill treatment. I later found out that he enjoyed my gentle caresses. Many men had forced their cocks into his ass. His ravaged hole had never felt a tongue. TCarlo and Nigel had been watching and they joined in. They began to wash me. It was strange, but exciting to have men washing my ass.

What Mongoose had referred to as the big scrub seemed to involve cleaning the ass hole and the inside of the rectum. It also involved a finger massage of the prostate. Nigel found my little nut and was amused as I reacted to his probes.

As with my earlier experiences with the Captain and Jack, I was feeling new and most wonderful sensations. I barely knew what was going on, as I felt new feelings and experiences. I had a strange sense that I was swimming in a sexually charged ocean. Every movement and action was intense, sexual and beautiful. Everywhere I looked, there was a naked man with an erect cock. Everyone was willing and excited. I couldn't decide who to suck next. Each man seemed eager to please me.

I was shocked; not at the sex, but by my reaction to it. I was completely comfortable and at ease. Actually, that was incorrect. I wasn't just at ease. I was eager and driven to explore the sexual possibilities. It was as if an orgy with working men was the most natural thing in the world. My background, my upbringing and education gave me no hint that I would enjoy this sort of activity. Indeed the very concept was foreign to my nature, or so I thought.

I wondered if technically this was an orgy. It wasn't a party, but it was a sexual free or all. I don't know if there is a phrase for men who pool their sexual resources for mutual enjoyment. I stood up and Carlo sucked my cock. He was both gentle and enthusiastic. Jack later told me he had given the men lessons.

When my cock was coated in Carlo's slobber, he pulled away and I went to Kevin. He knew what I wanted and he dropped to his hands and knees and opened his ass for me. I nosed my organ into his hole. It seemed very small and my cock was fully erect. I pushed and he resisted. I was afraid I would hurt him.

"Push harder, my arse is tight," Kevin muttered. I pushed harder. On my third thrust he opened for me and my cock plunged into his ass. To illustrate just how ignorant I was at the time, I assumed a workingman's ass would be hard and insensitive. Kevin was a crude and rough looking Irishman, but his ass was smooth as silk, warm and inviting. By the time, I had my cock head and a few inches of my shaft in him, I know it was going to be good.

He seemed to like it too. He moaned and shivered a few times. If I slowed my thrusts, he would squeeze his sphincter to encourage me to continue. I was lovely. When I was close to climaxing, I pulled out and rolled him over. His erect cock stood proud. I straddled him and sat in it. like Kevin, his cock was a crude and stubby. It felt wonderful.

At the time, I didn't know it, but when I sat on Kevin's cock, the men's estimation of me rose. They were accustomed to be used and abused. They liked being treated as men, not as peons. My own reaction was complex. Kevin's cock and his fucking technique were not as impressive as the Captain's or Jack's. When Kevin's cock exploded and filled my ass with his man seed, I felt a terrific wave of sexual excitement sweep over me. I could feel him spurting. For a second I was offended. How could a stoker unload in my ass? Another second later, I was too excited to care.

I shot off and Nigel took my load with enthusiasm. Jack and I returned to the cabin. In my berth that night I realized I had sex with a black man. That was shocking too. I laughed to myself. Two weeks earlier, I could not have conceived of having sex with any man, not to mention a black man. That night's activities were extraordinary to me, but in the morning everything and everyone in the boiler room was the same. No one treated me any differently. All was well.

I had breakfast in the main dining room. We didn't have an officers' mess; our ship was too small. I sat with Major Wilson and his orderly, Brown. They were on the way from Panama, on some sort of a mission for the Corps of Engineers. Wilson was an engineer so we had much to talk about. When the ship rolled the Major's leg bushed again mine under the table. A little later, his leg touched me again and this time he didn't pull it away. My eyes met his and we understood each other. He was in what was to have been my cabin. He apologized for inconveniencing me. I told him it wasn't a problem. Passengers always took precedence over junior officers.

I asked if he would like to visit the boiler room. Major Wilson was most interested. He told Brown he would visit the boiler alone. Brown had no engineering interests. I warned the Major it was hot below. He smiled. "I guess I won't wear my full dress uniform!" he quipped.

I returned to the boiler, he arrived ten minutes later. "I forgot to mention, the dress code in the boiler is minimal for the stokers," I said. "I hope the sight of naked men doesn't bother you?"

Wilson smiled. "I think I can bear up!" he said. I had the boiler room equipment gleaming, and the sweat covered stokers shimmered in the light of the flames. Wilson admired the machinery and the men. Jack was in charge. He took one glance at Wilson and knew he was a member of the club. Jack seemed to know. Jack showed him the stokers' berths. These were bare and there were no books, only a few magazines and a pack of cards. I was hot and I took Wilson to the cabin.

"How do they survive in there? There is nothing to entertain themselves," Wilson said. I explained they were use to both the heat and the boredom. We had instituted regular showering.

"The stokers aren't handsome men, but they do have a certain appeal," Wilson remarked. "They are muscular and most masculine."

"It's fortunate that all men possess a recreational feature dangling between their legs!" Jack said. "No one mentions that in polite society, but even the stokers are equipped for some enjoyment. I assume you are a man of the world. I hope you aren't shocked."

The Major cupped his crotch with his hand. "Soldiers are similarly equipped," he said. "When you are away for months on a patrol far from civilization, or confined to barracks for months, soldiers find ways to entertain themselves. Long ago sailors discovered some joys that make a long voyage tolerable."

"Are your stokers available for recreational use?" the Major asked.

"No," I said. "That is not part of their duties. Now what they do on their off hours is up to them. If they choose to enjoy themselves, it is fine."

"Let me be frank, so there is no misunderstanding," Jack added. "The men's interests are not purely passive. If you are looking for a warm ass, you might find your own behind filled with a stoker's prick."

Major Wilson looked me in the eye. "I understand what you are saying. When I was a young officer a General and several members of his staff used me for their own pleasure. The General always was last in line so he could fuck my sperm filled ass. It was a shock at first, but I came to enjoy it. I would love to feel that again. Do I disgust you?"

"You may very well enjoy some time with the stokers." I replied.

"Your quarters are so remote from the rest of the crew. Is it lonely here?" he asked.

"Our quarters have one advantage almost never encountered on a ship," I said. "They are private. No one visits or drops in. it is restful." Jack had to return to the boilers, leaving me alone with the Major. "Make yourself comfortable," I said. "The most skimpy clothes still make you seem overdressed in this heat. I removed my shirt.

A minute later, the Major and I were both naked and he was sucking my cock like a hungry new born. I immediately understood he was not new to the world of man sex. He stripped so quickly, I didn't have time to examine him, or even see his genitals. I assumed nature would take its course and I would soon become well acquainted with his privates.

I did indeed become acquainted, but it took longer than I expected. The Major was deeply attracted by young men in general and their man seed in particular.

Next: Chapter 3


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