Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2012 06:22:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Crew 2

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

If you enjoy these stories, please consider making a donation to Nifty.

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.