Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2012 12:32:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: the Crew 3

The Crew 3
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
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Major Wilson was a find.  He looked like a gruff, old officer, but he had
an incredible capacity for sexual pleasure. Out of uniform, he did not
possess a shy bone in his body. He made Jack seem like a shrinking
violet. He was exuberantly enthusiastic when I fucked him, but I soon
discovered he possessed an analytical mind. The Major studied sex and knew
how to make it better and more intense.

"You are young my boy," he explained. "That is good for me. You can get
rock hard in a second and fuck like a lunatic. I love that, but I have
discovered that being first in the race to the orgasm, is not always
best. The orgasm is spectacular, but it marks the end of a sexual
interlude. In a young man like you, the recovery time is short, but it will
not always be that way."

"For me the longer it takes to reach the orgasms, the better it is," he
continued.  "Genital stimulation is second only to the orgasm in pleasure,
but it can last up to an hour. That is wonderful."

"You can fuck for an hour?"

"I use to be able to do that, now I can take it for an hour or two," he
said. "I told you about the general who did me? Well he wasn't very good at
it. He would pop into my hole and thirty seconds later, he was done. The
General had a birthday party for the regimental surgeon, Captain Fuller. I
was the general's gift to the surgeon for the night. All the guests were
like-minded, and the surgeon shared me with them. There were eight men
including the general and the surgeon."

The surgeon was the Rembrandt of fuckers.  He was a true artist. I'm not
sure, but I think he may have trained most of his friends. The General
wasn't unpleasant or bad; he was just graceless. The surgeon and his
friends were artists. I discovered what real sex was like," the Major
continued. "I thought they would think of me as a slut or libertine. To my
surprise, it was as if they had discovered gold. I was a young man then and
they were all considerably older."

"Did all of the men use you?" I asked.

"It would be more correct to say I used them. I felt as much pleasure in it
as they did. Of course, at first, I was uneasy about having eight men shove
their cocks in my ass.  The surgeon had huge balls and an average
cock. When he climaxed in my ass, I could feel his man seed spurting! I had
never bee so excited. As each man took his turn, each new cock was better
than the one before. The deposited their man seed in me, making it easier
for the next man," Wilson said. "They were older men and it was a treat for
them to be in the ass of a young officer. I enjoyed it when they lost
control and pounded me until they reached their climax.  It was good beyond
my wildest imagining."

"The General had to leave after an hour or so, and then the remaining men
went at it again," the Major continued. "Fuller told me when to tighten my
sphincter so I could caress the knob. I learned how to peel back the
foreskin as they thrust deep. I could do no wrong and they appreciated my
willingness to learn."

"There was one quite elderly man in the group. He did not participate,
until later. After the last man shot off in my ass, he came forward.  The
surgeon held my legs open and fed me his cock as the elderly man licked my
ravaged hole. He told me to relax and let the man seed drool from my ass."

"The elderly man had a long tongue and he worked it deep into my hole. The
tongue was so delicate compared to the rock hard cocks of the other men; I
shot off.  One of the officers took my seed with enthusiasm. After he took
it all, he kissed the surgeon who was still holding me open. As they shared
my seed, the surgeon had a second orgasm in my mouth this time," the major
said. "I had never tasted fresh man seed before. I came close to having a
second climax."

"This sounds like something from ancient Rome during its decline," I
said. "It is a shocking tale."

"Andrew, it didn't seem that way to me at the time," Wilson explained.  "It
seemed to me that I had one the first prize at a county fair!  I loved it,
as did my playmates. I do not seem to be able to resist temptation. That
may not be good for salvation, but it is good for pleasure." we talked a
little longer and then he returned to his cabin. I told him I would contact
him if I could arrange a meeting with the stokers.

I discussed the Major with Jack.  He was cautious.  "I'm sure the men would
like some variety," he said. "Actually I like variety too, but sex with the
stokers can be very vigorous. It might be too much for him."  I told him
about the Major's experiences with the Surgeon and his friends."

"Well, I guess he's wouldn't have a problem with vigorous fucking," Jack
said with a smile. "He is an officer.  Do you think he would have a problem
with playing ordinary men? Truthfully, the stokers may be a few steps below
ordinary men."

I told him Wilson had seen the men and there was nothing to indicate he was
anything but excited by them. I said, "I actually felt some unease with the
stokers. This may sound silly, but I didn't expect Kevin's innards to be so
soft and warm. I don't know what I expected.  He was so soft, so
accommodating."

"Kevin told me you were nice," Jack said. "Your predecessor treated him and
the other stokers like animals. He appreciated you.  By the way, your
innards are soft and warm too. Nigel would like to get in you."

"I'm not sure about that," I said.

"Andrew, you might as well admit that eventually every man in the boiler
room is going to get in your ass," Jack said. "You are a natural."

"He's a black man."

"All sperm is white," Jack said. "You like cock too much to resist the
inevitable. Don't worry and take whatever comes your way.

At that moment, I wasn't sure what would come my way. It had been hot and
muggy on deck. I didn't know that since it was always hot a muggy in the
boiler room. At dinner, the ship began to roll on high waves. The captain
ordered everyone to prepare for a storm. By midnight we were in a gale. It
was a hurricane the next morning.

It is important to try to maintain control of the ship in a storm. While a
sailing ship is entirely at the mercy of the storm, a steam ship can adjust
to the winds. Keeping the boilers operating is a difficult job. It was hard
to maintain you footing in the boiler room, not to mention get the coal
into the boilers.

Those of us in the boiler rooms were the least likely to survive should the
ship sink. It was almost impossible for us to escape from the bowels of the
ship. My men worked as hard as they could. Several men collapsed from the
heat. We managed to get them, to the showers and under water. I had to fill
in for one of the men for a half hour until; the Captain could get another
crewman to take his place.

My half hour as a stoker gave me a clear sense of what my men do every day
for hours. I was shocked at how tired I was after only that brief
period. Jack should have done this, but he had a firmer grip on the
immediate requirements of keeping the boilers operating.  I was not as
skilled as he was.

The Captain more than justified my belief in his skills as a seaman. He
steered the ship in the direction of the prevailing winds, with a bias
towards getting out of the wind field. If he steered too directly out of
the wind, the ship would be hit broadside. To say it was rough understates
the case. After eight hours, the storm began to abate slightly. After
twelve hours, we were out of the worst of the storm. We reduced speed and
resumed a normal pace.

Twelve hours may not seem like such a long time, but it seemed like days to
me. The violent rolling and other movements of the ship, disrupted our
instruments, and I had reset them regularly. Normally I am on duty for six
to eight hours. By the time, we were out of danger I had been working for a
full twenty-four hours.

That was easier than it might seem, since the alternative was death and a
watery grave. The Captain visited the boiler room and ordered me off
duty. I took a shower in the stokers' quarters and went for a nap in my
cabin. The nap lasted twelve hours. When I work, the First Mate was running
the boiler room with several of the crew taking the places of the stokers
who had collapsed. Jack was asleep.

"You are to report to the Captain," the First Mate said. "You do not need
to wear your dress uniform.  I figured my career on the sea was over. I was
literally asleep on the job. I went to the bridge.

I saluted as I approached the Captain. "Mr. White, I must commend you for
your service in the boiler room. You maintained steam throughout the
storm. During the last storm I weathered, we lost steam and thus control of
the ship near the end of the storm.  Mr. Williams believes your adjustments
to the gauges allowed us to continue without lost of steam.  You are to
write a report of your observations of the effects of the storm on the
gauges. Then explain how you reset the defective instruments. This would be
useful for other Engineers."

"Mr. Williams also reported you replaced a stoker at the boiler. He said
this had a most beneficial impact on the moral of the crew. In dire
situations, everyone must work together without respect to rank. You set a
good example. Again, I commend you.  I wish I could offer you some time to
rest, but I need a damages assessment for the boiler room. You may return
to your post." We saluted and I went back to the boiler room.

The next day, I discovered a mechanical problem in several gauges. When
they were 20 degrees out of vertical due to the ships rolling, they could
become stuck in place, thus giving a false reading. Needless to say, false
readings in a boiler are dangerous. These readings could have triggered a
safety valve that would have released the steam, resulting in a loss of
power. I had discovered the bad gauges and corrected them before that
happened. My report on the problem and my proposal for correcting the
problem were well received.

The storm and the associated work made it impossible to reconnect with
Major Wilson, so the remaining days of voyage were void of sexual event. We
were in New York for less than a week and then we went to Columbia with
cargo from the Edison Company. They sent several engineers and a mechanic
to install the equipment. These affable men seemed to enjoy the ship.

I tend to talk shop, as did the engineers so the conversation at dinner was
good. The head engineer associated with the Captain.  I think he was
unwilling to talk with junior officers. I got along well with one of the
junior engineers, Tommy Faraday, and the chief mechanic, Dick Wells. Tom
was my age, thin and rather small. He was a bit timid, but was smart and
had a sense of humor.  Dick was a red hair bruiser with an out-going
personality.  He was one of those men who could get things done. I took Tom
on a tour of the boiler room.

The naked stokers excited him.  Since he was wearing lightweight tropical
trousers, I could see he was erect, and well endowed. We went to my cabin
and we talked. I mentioned that while the stokers were crude and
uneducated, they were fine specimens of manhood. "The heavy work has given
them well developed musculature."

"Every muscle was on display!" Tommy said. "I didn't expect them to be
naked. The heat in the room is extraordinary.  Nudity makes sense from that
sense."

"There are only men on the ship," I observed.  "There is no need to be
modest here. It also reduces the laundry. The men smelled to high heaven
when I came here. Now, I require a shower after every rotation at the
boilers. That, combined with the informal dress code, has had beneficial
effect on the men's health and morale."

"You didn't show me the showers," Tommy said. I knew he wanted to see the
showers badly.

"That is not on the regular tour," I said. "It is in the stokers' private
quarters. Sometimes the men get playful in the showers, and I don't want to
interrupt their games." Tommy looked disappointed. "When I do visit, it is
to shower with them."

"Oh, I see. Do you observe their games?" he asked.

"Never, they are not on duty in the showers," I said. Then I lowered my
voice. "When I visit, I join in their games. It would be wrong just to
watch."

"The games are of an intimate nature?" he asked. His voice was a little
unsteady. I knew he was excited.

"Intimate is not the right word," I replied. "To be direct, the games are
sexual and objective is to achieve sexual release. That helps the men to
relax and makes it easier to sleep."

"I could use some release myself," Tommy said quietly. "I would love to
join them."

"I think I may have already told you too much. Most people would find what
I have told you to be shocking," I said.

Tommy lowered his voice. "You are right, it is a bit shocking. Let me
confess it was much more exciting than shocking," he said. "It was exciting
just to see them.  I have had a most conventional life. I some of my tastes
aren't conventional at all."





"They do like to meet new men," I said. "You know, should we visit the
showers, it will involve contact with their genitals? Is that a problem?"
He said no, it wasn't a problem. "Some of that contact may involve their
cocks and your ass."  Tommy licked his lips.

"I've had some experience with that," Tommy admitted. "I would like much
more. It was very exciting." The next shift change was in a quarter of an
hour. We went to the stokers' quarters. We were naked in the shower when
the stokers arrived. Kevin was there. He was with Don and David, two men
who said they were brothers, and Juan, a Cuban. Tommy was fully erect and
that was all the men needed to see to realize he was a good man. I was
quite surprised when Dick Wells, the mechanic, came in with the stokers. He
was incredibly attractive naked. He looked at me, winked and went to Kevin.

Tommy went to Juan, the smallest of the men. I went to the brothers. The
brothers were a mystery. They didn't look alike at all, but they were
always together. The Brothers were hard workers, but they rarely
talked. David was stocky and hairy; Don was thin and wiry. David had a
scruffy beard; Don had a massive beard the size of a raccoon. I began to
wash Don as David washed me. As seemed to be typical in the showers, David
was most attentive to my privates and ass. Don had an almost invisible cock
when soft.  Erect it was long and thin.

I glanced over at Tommy and Juan. Tommy wasn't as shy as I thought. I saw
Dick was fully erect and impressive as was Kevin.

"Donnie likes to fuck, but I'm all top. Can you help him?" David asked. I
had never heard him talk before. I guessed he just needed something to
say. I felt his cock. It was good.

"I'd be pleased to help both of you," I replied.

"Do him, Donnie," he ordered. I bent over to suck David as Donnie eased his
cock into my ass. It slid in effortlessly. I had a cock in my ass and a
cock in my throat. That was as exciting as I could have hoped.

"It's smooth as silk in there Davie, warm and smooth too," Donnie said.

 "You take your time, Donnie. Make it last," David said as he spurted some
precum into my mouth. The two men seemed happy, but not as happy as I
was. Donnie seemed like a kid with a new toy. He liked it when I squeezed
my sphincter. He pulled his cock out most of the way so my sphincter could
massage his cock head. Of course he didn't last that long. He had a
spectacular orgasm and then he pulled out.

I stood up and looked at Dave. "Have you ever used your friend's seed as
lubricant?" it took him a little while to understand what I was suggesting,
but he was willing. His cock was thicker and shorter than Don's was but it
worked fine. He may well have had a shorter fuse than his friend. He shot
off quickly.

By that time, Kevin had also shot off.  Dick pulled out and saw David as he
pulled his still dripping cock from my ass.

"I love a well filled ass," Dick said and then he asked me. "Do you mind?"
I bent over and Dick was in.

"Damn, you're juicy, did those boys seed you?"

"Both did," I said as I felt the full impact of his impressive
organ. "You're good." I squeezed my ass.

"You can do that any time you want too," Dick said. He was a forceful
man. Don held me steady and fed me his cock. David slipped to the floor so
he could suck my cock. He would deep throat me when Dick pulled out. I
almost was overwhelmed by the sensations. Juan fucked Tommy and as Tommy
approached a climax, he began to moan. Dick and I had a joint orgasm as
Tommy sot off.  Dick shot his load into me as I fed David my load. It was
perfectly coordinated. We all broke apart. The stokers returned to their
quarters, Tommy Dick and I went to my cabin.

"Thank you Ducky," Dick exclaimed. "My balls were so full of cream they
were weighing me down. I haven't fucked an ass like yours in years. How are
you doing, Tommy? Did you get some of that Cuban man cream in your hole?"

"We traded the contents of our balls," Tommy said. "I've never done
anything that this before.  It was wonderful."  Tommy already was becoming
erect again. It looked good to me. I was on my berth and I moved my legs to
expose my hole. Tommy eased his organ in to my ass. Of course, I was open
and it was easy, but enjoyable too. We all had climaxed earlier, so it was
relaxed, pleasant and enjoyable.

Dick was most knowledgeable about man sex and ways to make it better and
last longer. Tommy and I were comparative novices. He was matter of fact
about the subject. H put a pillow under my ass to adjust my position. That
intensified Tommy's thrusting greatly.

"Do you top often, Tommy?" Dick asked.

"Not at all," he replied. "I only have done it once before. This was much
better. Several men have fucked me."

"Did you like that?"

"It was not that bad, but nowhere near as good as fucking."

"I'd love to fuck you," Dick said.

"You are awfully big." Tommy replied.

"Well, I like fucking small men, they excite me. I have some ways to get
into your ass and I can almost guarantee you will enjoy it," Dick said. "I
watched Juan fuck you. I think your ass would have no problem taking me."

Tommy smiled. "You must be experienced."

"I think of man sex as a hobby," Dick said. "I go on projects to out of the
way places, most of the time. Mostly it's in all male construction camps or
mines. It's good to have a way to make the nights go faster."

"I wouldn't have thought so many men share our tastes," Tommy observed.

"Some men whine about the girls they left behind," Dick explained. "A cunt
a thousand miles away had a hard time competing with a cock in the next
bunk. I think many men like sex any way they can it.