Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2013 11:39:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Crew 5

The Crew 5
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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The Captain introduced Eustace to every possible sexual activity two men
could indulge in, except for fucking. I asked him about that later.  "Odd
Duck, I just didn't think he was ready for that yet." The Captain
replied. "Virgins are like fine wine.  You don't want to uncork them too
early."

"Our voyage is more than half over," I said. "There may not be another
opportunity."

"I don't need to fuck him," the Captain replied. "I don't want to hurt
him. It's better to do nothing than have him frightened of sex for the rest
of his life."

I respected his viewpoint. The Captain liked sex with men, but he wasn't
willing to hurt a playmate for his own lusts. I was also pleased he had
thought I was ready when he first fucked me.

The next day we did our business in Jamaica and then were off to New
Orleans. Eustace left us there.  He took the train to Chicago. We were only
there for a day. We then had a fast trip to New York. We were to make a
delivery for the Edison Company.  Our earlier voyages for the Edison
Company had been a success. They placed a high value on promptness and
efficiency.

American electrical and telephone companies were trying to corner the South
American market. British, French and German companies were after their
business too. Our clients wanted fast modern ships. We could provide that
service. Our ship was both the fastest and the most modern serving South
America. We provided a modern and up to date image for the company.  Our
Captain was a stickler for detail and efficiency. He had also taken time to
acquaint himself with the needs of transporting delicate electrical
equipment. Our crew could load and unload without a bump or jiggle.

We picked up our cargo in New York and then we were going to Venezuela. We
had a full complement of passengers too. There was one engineer from the
Edison Company.  They already had a crew in Caracas getting things ready
there. The remainder of the passengers was an expedition from the National
Geographic Society.  They were to explore the jungles of southern
Venezuela. The Bell Telephone Company was one of our clients, and the Bells
were among the founders of the Society.

I had never heard of the Society, but Bell was one of the great geniuses of
our age. Col. Henry Capeheart led the expedition. He was a well-known
explorer. Col. Capeheart was a well-known ladies' man and he was often seen
escorting some of the great beauties of the day. The men he associated with
were hearty types. I discovered that Stackpool's friends had very different
tastes.

They were a large party so I returned to the cabin next to the boiler
room. I associated mostly with the junior members of the group, Stackpool
Mills, a photographer, his assistant, Alexander, and a cartographer, Louis
Small.  Sometimes the expedition's secretary Wistar Holland joined us. They
were all congenial and interesting men. Their job was to document and
record the expedition's finds. Wistar explained to me that the thrill of
discovery sometimes led to short changing the recoding of those
discoveries.

I had a vision of explorers was romantic figures and bold
adventurers. These men were hard working professionals deeply committed to
their work. They were hardy and committed to their difficult work, but they
were not men suited for romance novels.  With the exception of Capeheart,
they weren't handsome or elegant.  I could see myself in their role, but
brave acts of daring do were not part of my personality.

Stackpool was a solid man who looked more like a blacksmith then an
artistic and skilled photographer. He was talented and some of his
photographs were stunning. Stackpool visited my boiler room and liked what
he saw. By now, my understanding of men and their desires was well
advanced. I recognized that Stackpool's interest in my naked stokers was
not only artistic. Stackpool took photographs of them for his own personal
collection.

Stackpool seemed to know I was interested in men. I was wearing a
lightweight shirt and similar pants.  Of course, I was drenched in
sweat. The cloth was clinging to my body. "You are a fine figure of a man,"
Stackpool said as he looked at me and my crotch. "Your finest feature is
hidden by your pants!" I must have blushed a little.  "I take it you aren't
at all embarrassed in the showers. If I had your equipment I would join the
natives and go naked too." As he talked he unbuttoned my shirt, and then
unfastened my belt.

"Some primitive tribes think that a man's strength is in his balls and
sperm. They think that by eating another man's sperm you acquire his
strength," Stackpool continued. By now, he had cupped my balls in his
hand. He seemed to be weighing them. "A year ago I was in a rather wild
rite where the aborigines were exchanging seed."

"Did you participate?" I asked.

"Of course I did. It would have been rude not to join in the festival!" he
said. "You don't need to ask if I enjoyed it; you know the answer." He
dropped to his knees and began to kiss my cock. Jack came in the cabin. He
smiled, stripped and joined us. Stackpool didn't bat an eye. When Stackpool
got on his hands and knees to suck Jack he spread his legs and left his ass
open and undefended.  I filled the opening.

I wouldn't have thought an asshole could express feelings, but Stackpool's
welcomed me. His sphincter was firmly closed, but made no effort to
resist. Once my knob was on the dark side, he tightened and gripped my
organ. I could sense him quivering as I pushed deeper.

He continued to worship Jack's cock with his mouth as he welcomed my cock
with his ass. Stackpool began to rotate and undulate his hips to stroke my
member with hit tight ass. I relaxed. I knew he wanted my cock and he
wanted my balls contents spurted into the depths of his ass.  While the sex
was intense, it was also relaxing.

Jack began to moan and then shiver as he filled Stackpool's mouth.  I felt
my man seed building up as a prelude to an orgasm. Jack and I didn't shoot
off at exactly the same time, but there was enough overlap to make that
incidental. I pulled out after the last ejaculation. His ass closed firmly,
trapping my man seed in his rectum.

Stackpool returned to his cabin on the upper decks, but he visited every
other day or so, often accompanied by one or more of his friends. I
realized Alexander, Louis and Wistar formed his harem. Stackpool had an
outgoing personality, and Col. Capeheart respected his advice.  The other
men were quieter and rather shy. When they had something they wanted to
tell the Capeheart, they used Stackpool as their intermediary.

When I used the word harem, I don't suggest they were Stackpool's sexual
playthings. They were more than willing to serve Stackpool.  He enjoyed
their company, both sexually and intellectually. We had just left New York
when I came under Stackpool's spell. He was one of those men you wanted to
please. He didn't ask or demand anything; I offered it to him and he
accepted my offer.

I was surprised to find the other men were in the same situation. With
them, I encountered men who were entirely at ease with their sexual tastes
for the first time. There weren't nervous or embarrassed at all. They
weren't ashamed either.  I found this refreshing and rather exciting. On
the main deck or in the mess they were ordinary, conventional polite
men. Below deck, they were uninhibited but polite and discreet, sex-crazed
men.

Sex-crazed, discreet and hard-working may seem like a unlikely
combination. No one seemed to pass up a sexual opportunity.  Stackpool
christened my cabin the clubhouse. His men were use to hot temperatures and
they had no problem dropping into my cabin for a little release.

Stackpool was outgoing and aggressive.  He was over six feet tall and
muscular. Wistar was the smallest man in the group, but a major portion of
his body weight was in his genitals. I also discovered Wistar had control
of his ejaculatory functions. He could become excited, erect and then
climax in whatever time was available. He could fill the allotted time
whether that was three minutes or an hour. Impressive as his equipment was,
it was also easy to take.  It curved in a way that seemed to reflect the
anatomy of the rectum, or at least my rectum.

I was afraid the stokers would object to have a passenger visiting the
boiler room and recording their naked bodies. No one seemed to object to
his presence. Jack also liked him, so all was well. While Stackpool was
sexually interested in the stokers, he and his men were careful. In their
many travels, they knew that powerful men often had the right to use
persons of lesser rank for their sexual pleasure. Stackpool was politically
liberal, and found this unacceptable. He claimed, "Naked men are all
equal!"

Stackpool had the peculiar ability to carry on a conversation while
fucking. He seemed to possess the longest of fuses. He enjoyed the tight
confines of a muscular ass.  He was a heavy oozer of precum and once he was
in an ass, there was no need for additional lubrication. He rarely shot
off, and usually his playmate climaxed before he did.

Alexander, his assistant was often with him and he licked up semen. At
first, I thought this was a lowly task, but I soon recognized it was his
personal preference. The men were very sexual, but they were careful to
leave no physical traces. The second time I connected with Stackpool he was
with Louis.  Louis cleaned up with such great enthusiasm I had a second
orgasm.

I never fully understood Stackpool's relationship with Capeheart.  They
were close and it was clear that Capeheart relied on his judgment.  The
relationship didn't seem to be sexual, but it was hard to believe Stackpool
had any relationship that wasn't sexual. Since he liked our ship and we
later became his usual transport.  In Capeheart's article, "Voyage to South
America" he described out ship in glowing terms. With our cargo of
electrical equipment and the National Geographic team as passengers, we
represented all that was progressive and modern.

We encountered a bad storm on the trip and Capeheart described our stalwart
Captain and crew in glowing terms. My Uncle was building two more
ships. This was a gamble financially, but the National Geographic article
helped to make our ships the gold standard of the South American
trade. This was lucky for my Uncle, but my Uncle was not a believer in good
luck. He made sure the officers and crew of the new ships were top notch.

A good portion of South American trade was on tramp steamers, some of which
were disreputable. They were inexpensive and none too reliable. We were
reliable and dependable. That was important for expensive cargo. My Uncle
did not believe in rotating crews or officers. Once you were on the ship,
it was your ship. My Uncle wanted men who loved the ship and confident in
their captain.  He moved men to other ships only for a good reason. If you
worked hard for our line, you had a job for life.  That was in contrast to
the tramp steamers who hired whomever was hanging around the dock when the
sailed.

We dropped the expedition off and then delivered our cargo. There was
nothing ready to take to the States, so we sailed to Cuba. There was always
something in Havana. We found a load of cigars and sailed for New York.  We
stayed in New York for a week and my Uncle made an inspection visit. The
ship looked wonderful and was in fine condition.  Uncle Horatio did not
visit me when I was on the ship. I was just a member of the crew, not his
Uncle. He sent me an invitation for dinner at his house.

That dinner turned out to be a full-scale family reunion. It was festive
and fun.  I saw many relatives that I hadn't seen in a two or three
years. He made it clear to the family that I had distinguished myself and
was destined for advancement in time.

As I left, I carried sealed orders for Captain Thomas. That was unusual. I
gave the orders to the Captain on my return. The next day he called all the
crew back to the ship. He cancelled shore leave. He told the men that the
next cruise was to be at high speed, and The company would pay the crew
accordingly. He Captain believed extra work demanded extra pay. That went
over well with the crew.

That night he called all the officers in for a meeting in his quarters.
That too was rare.

"We are going to be carrying a valuable cargo, that must be delivered as
quickly as possible," the Captain said. "No word of the cargo or its value
is to get out.  It is secret.  They will deliver the cargo tomorrow night
and we will leave immediately. We will have a larger than usual group of
passengers. It will be crowded."

"Will that affect our cabin arrangements?" Jack asked.

"It won't affect you men in the boiler room, but I don't know exactly how
many men will be with us yet," he explained. "We will have to play things
by ear."

At 9:00 PM, men arrived and loaded the SS. Bear Point. It included some
heavy machinery but most items were in sealed, comparatively light
boxes. Heavily protected armored wagons from the Pinkerton Company made
several of the deliveries. They were done by midnight.  Then some
twenty-five men came onboard. They were in civilian clothes, but I was sure
they were soldiers. We sailed at 2:30 in the morning. When we were out of
New York Harbor, we headed north for several hours. Anyone who might have
observed us would have assumed we were headed to Halifax on the way to
Europe.

At dawn, we reversed course and then went to full speed to the south. It
was in late October and the temperatures were cool.  That made little
difference in the boiler room, but it was possible to be comfortable on
deck.

Our passengers were a detachment of United State Marines, out of uniform.
Our cargo held the future treasury for the new Republic of San Domingo. I
wasn't aware such a republic existed. It was a new country created to
further American interests in Central America.

Our cargo included gold, paper money and a printing press for the new
republic. It also included postage stamps, government bonds and similar
items. When we arrived in San Domingo City, the new government would have
the financial look of an actual national state. I was unsure our load of
paper money would have any true value.

Along with the detachment of Marines were three bakers. Mr. Henry Mills
Exall was the senior man. He said the paper money was backed by the full
credit of his bank, The American Export-Import Bank. US Treasury backed the
bank. The Import-Export Bank provided financing for unstable nations with
whom the US traded. This trading tended to be high risk, but very high
profit too.

San Domingo was being carved from another nation.  That nation was unhappy
about the new republic as were many of the neighbors. There were many who
would like to intercept our ship. Part of our cargo was gold. If we failed
to make the delivery, the new Republic of San Domingo would fail. Without
our cargo, it could not survive.

Col. Johnson Smith was in command of the Marines. He struck me as a bit of
a cowboy. He was loud, aggressive and demanding. He had some ideas about
how to run the ship that he tried to implement. He had no success with the
Captain who remained fully in command. Curiously, he soon got along well
with Captain Thomas.  Jack told me Col. Smith was one of those men who
tried to get all the power he could out of habit and personal
preference. He tested the senior officers. When he failed, he accepted
defeat.

I was proud of the ship. The engines were capable of running at full speed,
and they functioned well. The captain provided extra food and drink for the
stokers. They needed this physically and mentally. They were strong men,
but it was good that the Captain took care of them.

Col. Smith visited me in the boiler rooms. At first, I assumed it was
because he was a busy body. He was actually surveying the possible
battlefield. He was to protect the ship, and he wanted to know what was
where.  He knew the easiest way to stop the ship would be to disable the
engines. I told him we had no new crewmembers and no one could get into the
engine room without either Jack or me knowing.  That seemed to please
Col. Smith.

The next day Col. Smith appeared again. This time he wasn't inspecting the
boiler room as much as he was looking my nude stokers. He pretended to
interested in security, but I knew better. The boiler room was always hot,
and uncomfortable. It was also secluded and comparatively private.

He watched the stokers. "They are fine specimens of men," he remarked.
"They look strong and have great stamina. I see you have a most informal
dress code down here."

"The Captain is not a sticker for details as long as the men get the work
done. His taste for informality does not include any shirking of duties or
discipline," I explained. "He does run a happy ship."

I wouldn't say I was worldly, but I knew Col. Smith's interest in the
stokers wasn't in their stamina. He wasn't shy about looking at the naked
men.  "They look healthy too," he said.  "Most stokers are one step from
death."

"We have a healthy ship too," I said. "I insist on showers between every
shift. It cools them off and we avoid skin infections. The showers are
relaxing too."

"I find showers relaxing too," he said. He looked at me. "Do you ever join
them?"

"Well, it is hot in my cabin too."

"I'd like to join in," he said in almost a whisper. "Are the men shy about
visitors?"

"They aren't shy at all," I said. "They tend to get a bit playful. Visitors
might not understand their games. It's a private time for them."

He looked at me in the eye. "I think I would understand their games without
any problems."

I knew what he meant. "I am afraid all men are equal when they are naked in
the showers.  All the stokers give and take. Some are well equipped," I
said.  Col. Smith smiled.

"That wouldn't be a problem either," Smith said. "I like them big." I told
him the next shift change was at 1:00 in the morning. If he were to visit
then, we might join the stokers. The colonel said he would try to visit if
he could get away.

I took a nap since I had the night shift. Jack was watching the boilers. I
wasn't surprised when Col. Smith appeared shortly before one. He was a
blustery, aggressive man, but he seemed subdued. We went to the showers and
were under the water when the stokers arrived.  When Smith saw Kevin
entering the shower, he was happy. His cock responded.

He wasn't fully erect, but he was on the high side of half-hard.  The
stokers liked that. In a normal shower room, a hard cock would be unusual.
In our shower, it meant you were just one of the men. The stokers weren't
into the social graces much. They didn't care if I introduced them to the
new man. The erection was all they needed to make friends and have some
fun.

For Col. Smith introductions would have been just an embarrassment. Getting
down to business right away was good for him. I didn't know how experienced
he was in man play, but he was either very experienced or a fast
learner. He fit in immediately. From his accent, I knew he was a
southerner, and I wasn't sure how he would deal with Nigel, our black
stoker.  That was no problem at all.

I also wasn't sure if he was as open to the possibilities as he said he
was.  I assumed aggressive men like Col. Smith were all tops. However, like
Stackpool, Smith bent over and exposed his ass.  He loved the bottom. That
was good for everyone.

I was afraid Smith would treat the men like entertainment. He was the
entertainment for the crew.  Everyone who wanted to poke his cock into his
ass had a chance. If anything, his enthusiasm grew as semen filled his
hole. It was a good night. The men went to bed and Smith returned to his
quarters.  I was on duty and spent the rest of the night in the boiler.

The next morning Smith came by and thanked me for the night before. "It's
been years since I have done anything like that," he said. "To tell the
truth, I've never done anything that good."

"They are good men," I said.

"I'm an older man now, but it seems it was more exciting now than it was
when I was younger," Smith said.

"I have discovered the more I do it the better it seems to get."

"That may be part of it," he said. "They were certainly relaxed." He left
for lunch. Henry Exall came by later that day.

"I had a little conversation with Col. Smith when he came back to the cabin
last night," he said. "He seems to have had a good time."

"I'm afraid my men are busy to do that often," I explained.

"I fully realize that. I think we are all like spirits. I was hoping I
might be able to use your cabin. It is attractively secluded," he said.

"Jack goes on duty shortly, I will be sleeping so if you are quiet, I have
no problem," I said.

"If I were to return in an hour at 2:00, would that be acceptable?" he
asked. I said yes. Since joining the ship, I had found ways to catch sleep
whenever possible. On an easy cruise, sleep wasn't a problem.  If there was
a storm, it could be a rare commodity.

An hour later Henry returned with a young Marine, Albert. Albert was a
handsome, well-built man, perhaps 23 years old.  Frankly, Henry seemed to
be too proper and prissy to engage in carnal pleasures. The Marine looked
like a god compared to Henry.  I misjudged Henry; he was a sexual wild-man,
quite uninhibited and very generous.

Albert was a farm boy from the Mid-west.  He had lived with his parents who
were of the strictest sort of Christian faith. They kept him on the
shortest of short leashes.  Henry didn't tell me how they met, but by the
time Albert left my cabin, he had experienced it all. Henry was an
unimpressive man. He was thin and scrawny.  Fortunately, half of his body
weight must have been in his cock and oversized balls. Given that he wasn't
attractive, Henry seemed to devote himself to pleasing his playmate.

Henry was on a schedule. He was due at a meeting in the Captain's quarters
at 3:30. Albert was still dressing when he left. I got out of my hammock
and Albert saw me naked for the first time.  He liked what he saw. I was
much closer to his age than Henry was.  While Henry had given him a
workout, he was ready for more.

On the ship we was largely cut off from the world. When we reached San
Domingo, the situation was unsettled. Unsettled is an understatement. The
revolution to establish the new republic was underway, but the outcome was
unclear.  The arrival of a fortune form the United States was to have been
the seal of approval for the new republic. That was not the way the
inhabitants saw it. When the provisional government announced our arrival,
there were defections from their army.

The Captain was a perceptive and intelligent man. He made sure we took on
coal to replenish our fuel supplies before we unloaded the gold and
money. The Marines took Henry and the other bankers to the provisional
headquarters to arrange for the transfer.  They also did some scouting in
the city and Col. Smith was most unhappy. He spoke Spanish fluently, and he
discovered the truth about the local support for the revolution.

He suspected the revolution was a scheme by local magnates to start their
own republic and feather their nests with a vast infusion of American
money. He returned to the headquarters and found the bankers were held
hostage, pending the delivery of our cargo.

Col. Smith rescued the bankers and fought his way back to the ship. The
Captain had the foresight to keep the boiler ready for quick departure.
When he heard the gun battle, we departed, leaving a boat to for the
Marines. They all made it with only one Marine wounded. No ship in the
harbor could approach the speed of the Bear Point. We all escaped.

We went to Jamaica and sent a boat to land and get instructions at the
American consulate. Henry came back with instructions to return with the
gold but to destroy all the banknotes, stamps and bonds of the non-existent
Republic of San Domingo.

We returned to New York at a moderate pace, partially fueled by burning
banknotes. The stokers thought that was great fun. I realized we had been
pawns in an ill-conceived adventure. We had acquitted ourselves well and
averted an international incident.  There was no evidence.