Date: Wed, 2 Apr 2014 12:59:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Crew 6

The Crew 6
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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After that ill-fated adventure in Central America, our business picked up.
The voyage had been secret, but the word got out that the S.S. Bear Point
and its crew had saved the day. We could think on our feet. The Bear Point
was in continual demand for important shipments. We began to get more
cargos that needed to meet a short deadline. My Uncle understood that such
cargos carried a premium. That was profitable both financially and to the
reputation of the firm. He was building a new freighter, the S.S. Bear
Lake, to capitalize on the company's growing reputation.

I had a suspicion that other aspects of the Bear Point attracted
attention. Men who shared certain sexual tastes tended to use the
ship. Some noted the informal and relaxed atmosphere of the boiler
room. With increased demand, we raised the ticket prices. The ship made
money on freight; passenger fees were pure gravy.

The interest in the boiler room men could have been problematic, but Jack
and I were there to protect the crew's interests. The boiler room crew
liked playful visitors. I was aware that wealthy, upper class men were
usually able to use whomever they wanted for sexual gratification. The
boiler room of the Bear Point was a secluded and isolated
community. Passengers who visited knew there was no way for anyone outside
the boiler room to know what happened in the bowels of the ship.

No one would know that these upper class men had accommodated the lust,
desires and cocks of these working men. No one would find out who had
served Kevin or Mongoose. I was surprised to find that Southern gentlemen
especially enjoyed Nigel, our Jamaican. Then wanted not only his impressive
black tool, they wanted the entire contents of his balls deposited deep in
their ass.

Nigel was not a graceful fucker and usually his balls were filled to over
flowing. God did not bless him with much intelligence, but he did give him
incredibly powerful ejaculations that our Southern gentleman could feel.

Several months after or Central American adventure, we had a cargo of
electrical equipment from the Edison Company in the way to Brazil. We
picked up additional cargo and four passengers in Norfolk.  Our passengers
consisted of some Edison Engineers until two missionaries and two tobacco
agents joined in in Norfolk. The tobacco agents, Henry and Raleigh, were
looking for additional sources of leaf and for potential markets.  Virginia
cigarettes were high prestige and they hoped to make an inroad into the
Brazilian market.

We left Norfolk in late March and the weather was poor.  The seas were
rough and it was cold. Most of the passengers suffered from seasickness so
the first three days were poor. The seas calmed and the sun came out and
the passengers recovered.

I was a table in the mess with the Raleigh and Henry, the younger
missionary, Paul, and an older engineer, Max. Henry was quite reserved, but
Raleigh was pleasant and talkative. Max was not refined at all, but he had
an unexpected sense of humor.  Max was well traveled and he took Paul under
his wing. Paul was not worldly. Max had a white beard and looked like a
pleasant grandfather, but I suspected he would have been willing to
introduce Paul to manly pleasures.

Raleigh came to visit the boiler room one afternoon and he liked what he
saw. He didn't expect the naked stokers, but his shock turned into lust
quickly.  He was almost drooling over them. After dinner that night, we
talked on the deck.

"Your boiler room is impressive, but it is hot a Hades," he said.

"I take it you noticed the Boiler Room uniform is minimal," I said. Raleigh
smiled.

"You seem to have found an impressive stable of men," he said. "I have seen
few workmen in such good condition."

"We work hard to make sure the crew of the Bear Point is healthy, clean and
well fed. Treating men well has benefits," I said. "We have regular breaks
so they can recover from the work and heat."

"I did not expect the nudity," he said.

"No did I, but it makes sense. The men are more comfortable," I said. "I
sometimes wear the same. I share the showers too. Cleaning off the sweat
and dirt several times a day is a necessity."

He leaned close to me. "I would like to see them in the shower, he
whispered.  "It would be nice to see them relaxing."

"That isn't possible," I said. "They need their privacy. They aren't
exhibits in a zoo." I paused and added, "Now, several passengers have
joined them in the shower. The men are quite playful and the passengers
were open-minded."

"I might enjoy that," Raleigh said.

"Let me tell you something confidential. No one else should know," I
whispered. "Some of the stokers' games are quite intimate in nature. The
men who joined in their games were full participants. The stokers do not
recognize rank or position in the showers."

"That wouldn't bother me," Raleigh whispered.

"Let me be even more frank. The games result in sexual release. Your most
private parts would be involved. It is not only touching and fondling. " I
explained. "The men are more interested in their own release than in
yours."

Raleigh was silent for a little while. "I am a little embarrassed to say
this, but that makes it more exciting for me. Is the black man interested?"

"Very much so," I said. "He is not a rough or crude man, but he is well
endowed.  That can be a challenge."

"I have never taken as big as his, but I dream about it," Raleigh
whispered. "Does that shock you? Are you disgusted?"

"No, not at all," I replied. "I never dreamed about it, but that is only
because I had no idea you could do such things.  Usually the best time to
meet the men is at midnight. The shift changes and the men in the old shift
showers. Can you get away at that hour? I see you share a room with Henry."

"Henry shares my interests but is quite timid," Raleigh said. "He will not
mind.  My adventures excite him." I went to the boiler room and Raleigh
went to his cabin.

Since we had a full passenger compliment, I was sleeping in the boiler room
cabin with Jack. He was in charge of the boiler room until I took over at
midnight. I told him about my conversation with Raleigh.

"The men would like a little variety," Jack said. "I like some variety
too. Do you think this Raleigh fellow is randy gentleman? Do you think he
would like an old sea-faring man?"

"It seemed that way to me, but you never know," I replied. "He was most
interested, but that interest may not translate into action. Talk is
cheap."

"I'll look in and see how things are going. If it looks slow, I'll come in
a have some fun," Jack said.

"And if it looks busy and active you will go back to bed?" I asked. Jack
laughed. I knew he would join in regardless.

Raleigh appeared at my cabin just before midnight. "You are still
interested?" I asked.

"I am more than interested," he replied. In the boiler room, Jack rang the
bell that marked the change of shifts. Raleigh and I stripped and went off
to the crew's shower. Raleigh was rather a dandy when he was dressed, but
he was more manly naked. He was quite muscular and had a hairy chest. His
cock and balls looked average.

The men looked at us as we entered the shower. "Men, I have a visitor,
Raleigh. Please make him feel welcome," I said. "He has told me that he
likes some of the games we enjoy."

Kevin, Nigel, Mongoose and Tim returned to showering and we joined
them. Raleigh went over to Nigel and Kevin; I went to Tim and Mongoose. The
men were in a good mood as was typical after completing a shift. When I
glanced over, I saw that Raleigh's cock was erect and looking good.  Kevin
helped him soap up. Kevin was always thorough about that and that did
nothing to diminish Raleigh's genital display.

Kevin was always even handed and he let Raleigh wash his back. Nigel took
the opportunity to wash Raleigh's asshole. Raleigh jumped when that
happened, but then relaxed. He didn't mind when Nigel worked his finger
into his ass.

I was busy with Mongoose and Tim. Mongoose had a short fuse and when I
sucked him, he unloaded quickly. His orgasms were always intensely
pleasurable for him and he was grateful to the persons sucking him. I was
the boss man to him and he liked that too. His initial ejaculations were
very forceful and plentiful, but I always continued to suck and take the
later spurts and drool. Mongoose loved that.  I think his orgasms were so
strong that he almost passed out. He loved the pleasure and intimacy of the
later ejaculations, as did I. Tim loved to watch me do that.



Juan entered the shower. He was a small Mexican or Cuban who was strong and
had great stamina. He loved to fuck, but never sucked. Juan looked at Tim
to see if he had any immediate plans. Tim offered me his cock to suck. When
I bent over to do that I opened my ass for Juan's use.

I looked over and saw Kevin slow fucking Raleigh as Raleigh sucked Nigel's
oversized black love stick. I could tell that accommodating a cock in his
ass was not a new experience for Raleigh.  He was wiggling his ass to give
his partner more pleasure.

Nigel had a big cock and an even bigger cock head.  The head was as much as
Raleigh could get in his mouth. He was paying special attention to Nigel's
slit.  Raleigh was after the Black man's sex juices.

Juan was a small man, but his cock was long enough to reach my prostate. He
also shot an impressive load. That lubricated my love tunnel and made it
easier to take bigger cocks. When Juan pulled out Tim entered. That left me
preoccupied and I did not notice what Raleigh was doing. Tim had stamina
and he enjoyed my ass. I was out if it for a while.

When he pulled out everyone seemed happy and satisfied. Nigel did not lose
is erection immediately after an orgasm. His thrusts into Raleigh's ass
were more leisurely in the post orgasmic period. When Raleigh began to
shoot, Nigel collected his sperm and the coated his cock with Raleigh's
cream. The then re-entered Raleigh's ass.  Nigel was able to churn his
sperm deep into his playmate's ass. Raleigh was shivering in pleasure.

I returned with Raleigh to my cabin to dress.  Jack was waiting for
Raleigh.  I returned to the boiler room leaving Raleigh in Jack hands. At
eight the next morning, I was off duty and returned to my cabin. Jim
Markham, an engineer trainee was in the boiler room for a few hours.

"Did you and Raleigh hit it off?" I asked Jack.

"We did," Jack replied.  "He wasn't a virgin when he came on board, but he
was even less virginal after he left the boiler room. I think he learned a
few things about himself he hadn't realized."

"I assume you took advantage of the situation?"

"Yes, I surely did," Jack said. "I don't think he understood how much you
can enjoy serving others."

"Is he one of those men who likes to slum?  Sex with men of lesser status
excites some men," I said.

"I've seen that a few times," Jack said. "Some men even think I am a man of
lesser status! I think Raleigh lost control of his emotions. I suspect he
had always been in charge and he lost that control. He surrendered to the
sexual experience. That frightens him in some ways, but it was so
pleasurable, he is confused."

"Perhaps he needs to try it a few more times and sort out his feelings," I
suggested.

"He told me that he thought he wouldn't do it again," Jack said. "Let's
just say that I got a little cozy with him and fucked him for a half hour
or so. I found out he was storing Kevin and Nigel's' cream in his ass.  I
fingered his ass and fed him some of the boys' seed, and then I replaced
what he ate with my own.  Damn if he didn't lose control again. "

I laughed. "He left with a smile on his face?" I asked.

Jack nodded. "If an ass could smile, his would have had a grin when he went
back to his cabin. He licked my cock clean before he left. That man loves
man scum."

We encountered rough seas that afternoon, so I was busy in the boiler
room. It wasn't a major storm, but it was a disturbance with some wind and
heavy rain. I like to be in control. It is important for the ship to remain
at full power in bad weather. Either Jack or I were in the boiler room at
all times.  We tended to rotate every four to six hours. The shorter shifts
made it easier to stay alert. I was off in the late afternoon and went to
the main deck. I went to a sheltered area under canvas that allowed me to
get some fresh air without getting wet. Most of the passengers spent their
time on the deck, but the rain forced them into their cabins or the main
salon.  We were a small ship and the salon did double duty as the dining
room.

On a large ship, passengers and crew would never mix, but we were a
freighter. Henry, Raleigh's friend, and one of the missionaries, a young
man named Mark were there. When I came on deck, they were in deep, close
conversation. The stopped talking.  I said hello and Henry came over to me.

"Raleigh told me he had an interesting time last night," Henry said.  "He's
still resting!"

"He seems to have taken to life on the sea well," I said.  "Is this your
first ocean voyage?"

"It is, but I have traveled extensively domestically. This is my friend
Mark's first time away from home," Henry added. "This is an all new
experience for him."

"I hope you find the trip enjoyable, Mark," I said.

"I had a touch of seasickness, but all is well now," he said. "It is
exciting to have some new experiences. I jumped at the chance to get away
and see new places and do new things." Henry rubbed his crotch when Mark
said that.  Mark noticed that and blushed.

"I love my family, but it was good to get away and make my own life," I
said.

"I share a cabin with Mr. Morris, who is a missionary too. He is a teacher
and tends to quiz me on matters theological," Mark said.  "He is much more
subject to seasickness than I am, so he is in bed until the weather calms."

"Raleigh enjoyed his visit to your cabin," Henry said. "Even though it was
hot, he liked the seclusion. It's nice to have a private place." Of course,
I knew what he wanted, so I asked if they would like to see it.

"Did Raleigh tell you the dress code in the boiler room is a bit informal?"
I asked.

Both Henry and Mark smiled.  "He did mention something about that," Henry
said. "I don't think it will be a problem." After the fresh air, the boiler
room was both hot and stuffy. The fan was going in my cabin. Jack saw me
with the two men and gave me a thumbs-up. He wouldn't come into the cabin
unless invited.

I took my shirt of as soon as I entered. "To tell you the truth, I am often
stark naked in the cabin, but since I have company I will spare you that,"
I said.

"That seems quite sensible," Henry said. "Don't worry about us. Indeed, I
might actually join you. It would be more comfortable." I continued to
strip, as did Henry. Mark was a little slower but soon we were all
naked. Henry was smaller than Raleigh was. He was smooth, but was well
hung. Mark was beefy and very hairy.  He had bull balls and a thick, short
organ.

"I've never been naked with other men before," Mark whispered.

"I used to go skinny dipping in the mill pond at home," Henry said. "We are
all men, and have the same equipment. I was the only boy in my family, but
a neighbor's son showed me that my cock wasn't just an organ that let me
aim my piss.  That was a shock and surprise, a pleasant shock and
surprise."

"I think Mr. Morris would disapprove," Mark said.

"I'm pretty sure he would," Henry said, "It was just fun. We weren't
hurting anyone and we were having a good time." He stroked his cock in
emphasis. Henry looked at Mark who was almost fully erect by then. I was
half-hard.

"I'm not sure I should be doing anything," Mark said.

I put my arm around Mark's shoulders. "I have a feeling that Henry will do
everything and you can just relax. Let nature take its course. God made
your body and your body will know what to do and how to respond."

"I'm afraid something might .  .  .  happen," he whispered.

"If it happens it's what is supposed to happen. You will feel what you are
intended to feel," I said. By then Henry wrapped his lips around Mark's
cock and Mark moaned.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" I added. "You don't need to say anything, I
know it feels good. Your body will do what it meant to do."

"I'm too close!" Mark whispered. Henry pulled off his cock and began to
suck me.

"Don't worry, he will be back," I said.

"You have a big one," Mark said.

"We all get the cards we are dealt," I said. "I think Henry likes what he
is doing. He's doing all the work."

"Are you going to shoot off?" Mark asked.

"That depends on Harry."

Harry was able to serve us both. I was the first to pop. Henry pulled away
and opened his mouth wide so that Mark could see my sperm spurting into his
mouth. He returned to Mark and took his load.  Harry went back to his
cabin, but Mark stayed.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"It was good.  I'm not sure I am supposed to have liked it as much as I
did," he said. "I can't believe it did it."

"Well, you aren't the only one who enjoyed it. I sure did."

"Do you think Henry liked it?" Mark asked.

"I know he did," I replied. "He volunteered for that duty. I think we are
all volunteers." I reached over and fondled his equipment.  There was a
bead of semen on his slit. I spread it over his knob and he shivered.
"It's still sensitive?" I asked.

"I didn't know it could feel that good," Mark said. Mark dressed and then
returned to the main deck.  It was time for my shift. The seas calmed and
it was a quiet day in the boiler room. The public think of life at sea as
an adventure.  Most of time it just plain boring, repetitive work. We were
well on our way to having a boring voyage.

As we steamed south, it became warmer. Mr. Morris complained about the
heat. He was always dressed in a suit with a vest and I suggested he might
wear less and enjoy it more. He usually became pleasanter after he doffed
his coat. He was originally a schoolteacher from New England and wearing
proper clothes had been a requirement. When he encountered hot weather for
the first time, he was more than just uncomfortable. I explained the danger
of heat stroke to him and he sensibly changed.

Unexpectedly he seemed to get along with Raleigh well. Raleigh discovered
that Morris had become a missionary to make up for a sin of some
sort. Morris thought the sin was horrible and believed that if he prayed a
lot and became a missionary, he might possibly make it to heaven.

The sin was secret, but Raleigh guessed what it was. He was a bachelor
gentleman who had never found the right woman. Morris was a bachelor
teacher in a similar circumstance. Raleigh found Morris and Mark attractive
and thought he could help both men if they addressed their sexual needs,
rather than suppressing them.