Date: Sun, 4 May 2014 05:33:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Crew 7

The Crew 7

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
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Raleigh brought Mr. Morris to the Boiler room late at night. I was shocked,
but Raleigh had done some preliminary feeling out and he wanted a very
private place. Raleigh had considerable powers of persuasion he was
handsome and self-assured.  Mr. Morris was entirely under his spell.

When Morris entered the room and saw the naked stokers, he was both shocked
and excited. Jack was sleeping naked in the cabin and I was nude too.

"They are not sexually naked; they are hot as hell naked!" Raleigh
explained.

"You are certainly right about the hot part," Morris said. "It is
unexpected, but the conditions are extreme. I understand."

"I know that you are opposed to being sensible when it comes to dress, but
I am going to join them," Raleigh said as he began to remove his
clothes. "It won't make it cool, but I will feel a little better. I won't
want the men to feel uncomfortable." Mr. Morris began to strip.

"I am embarrassed," he murmured.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about," I said. "You are a
man, just like the rest of us. Incidentally, you are a well-equipped man."

"Mr. Morris thinks God made a mistake when he made us naked," Raleigh
said. "He wished he emerged from his mother's womb wearing a black suit and
Bowler hat!"

"That is not true," Morris protested. He then laughed. "Well, it's only
partly true. I don't think God would have approved of the bowler hat under
any circumstance!"  We all laughed.

"Mr. Morris and I have a very different idea about what is proper. I am
firmly in the "do unto other what you would have them do unto you camp,"
Raleigh said. "He is firmly lost in the book of Leviticus. He likes rules
written my scribes thousands of years ago. I am not so sure God really
cares what we eat. I think men could do many mutually pleasurable things
and not upset the divine order at all. What do you think Ducky?"

"Using someone to give you pleasure is wrong. Sharing it is good, it seems
to me," I said. "I like to give pleasure.  I do not think that pleasure is
entirely intellectual and spiritual. Physical pleasure is very real and
intense. Why would God have made us capable of feeling pleasure, and then
forbidding us to feel it?"

Raleigh's cock began to firm up at the mention of pleasure. Mr. Morris was
trying to avoid looking at our genitals, but of course, he noticed.  His
cock responded as did mine.

Raleigh put his arm around Morris. "You see, we all enjoy the same things,"
he said. "We talk about pleasure and once part of our bodies knows exactly
what to do. It a natural part of life." Morris turned beet red. The cabin
was small, so I was close. A small bead of precum emerged from Morris's
organ. I dropped to my knees and intercepted it before it dripped on the
floor.

I gently licked his cock head before I took the rest of his cock. He
moaned.

"It's too much!" he cried.

"It's just enough," Raleigh said. "Relax and let your cock do what it wants
to do. Everything will be fine." A half-hour later Morris returned to his
cabin, a happy man.

A few days later Mark came to me. "Mr. Morris is a new man," he said. "He
told me about his visit to the Boiler room. I told him I had been there
too. He was shocked, but one thing led to another. All is well now."

The rest of the trip was uneventful, but profitable for the company, and
sexually enjoyable for the crew and me. The missionaries got over their
inhibitions and enjoyed life. We dropped them off in African with our
cargo. We had to wait a week for cargo returning to the United States.

We were at Accra, a port in the Gold Coast. It was officially a British
Colony, but it seemed very wild to me. A British Officer visited us while
we were at anchor.  Lieutenant McPherson was an impressive man. He admired
our ship since it was much newer than most of the freighters which served
Africa and it was entirely shipshape. Our captain ran a tight ship.

He had a long talk with the Lieutenant. Captain Thomas called me and the
other officers into his cabin a little later. "Lieutenant McPherson has a
problem and has asked if we could help him," our captain explained. "There
is a band of pirates who have been attacking ships. He wants a decoy to
lure them from their hideaway. There is a story circulating that a shipment
of diamonds is to be sent north to Algiers. Our plan is the load his troops
in place of passengers and give them a surprise," he explained.

"Is this dangerous?" the first mate asked.

"You are an iron steamship with modern engines. We will be heavily armed,"
McPherson said. "The pirates have wooden sailboats. They use surprise to
overcome their victims. We will not be surprised."

"I am aware this is a potential task. I had hoped the pirate would have
been captured by now. The company instructed me to help if I could do so
without endangering the ship," The captain said.

We were ready to set out the next evening. In addition to the contingent of
Royal Marines, there was a new member of the crew, a machinist mate
Alistair Newland. The captain introduced me to him and I was shocked.
Mr. Newland was a dwarf.  He was English and was said to be experienced.

He was well educated and knew boilers. I took him on a tour and he was
familiar with the machinery and the modifications I had made to the
machinery to make it work more efficiently impressed him. I asked him if
his size would be a problem.

"Sir, I tend to fit in small places and I have no problem working on the
machinery," he said. He certainly was knowledgeable so he deserved a
chance. Once we were at sea, the stokers stripped down as usual.  I asked
him if that was a problem.

"You set the rules not me," he replied.

"I am afraid their genitals are at your eye level," I said.

"I've dealt with worse things than that!" he replied as he winked at me.

The Marines were smuggled on the ship at night and we stashed their arms in
the hold. We steamed out to sea in the dark. McPherson made sure out
departure was suitably mysterious. The Marines dressed as sailors using our
company colors.

The boiler room was to remain fully staffed and ready to reach full speed
quickly. Mr. Newland was most helpful, since he could do many of the tasks
that only Jack or I could do. Jack and I were careful to make sure he was
never alone with the boilers. We needed to know how much he knew and there
was always a possibility he had some association with the pirates.

A day later, I was on watch duty when I saw the small boat in the distance.
I reported my observation and was quickly replaced with a Marine. I went
below to the boiler room. It took the small boat six hours to catch up with
us. As it did, a second small ship appeared on the other side of us.

There was a small explosion as the pirates shot a cannon at the Bear
Point. After that, there was a terrific din as the Marines and pirates
engaged. This was very disconcerting for us in the boiler room. We were in
the bowels of the ship and completely detached from the action.

Mr. Newland was helpful since he had served on a Royal Navy ship and was
could identify the sounds. He described the small cannon balls that stuck
our ship as puffballs. They also shot some shrapnel at us, but shrapnel was
useless against an iron ship. It made a terrific racket. He knew the sound
of the Marines' guns and their Gatling gun.  His descriptions and calm
demeanor reassured the crew and me. This was a new experience for me.

The entire event lasted ten minutes. The Captain sent us a message that
they had sunk the pirate ships with the loss of all hands. We had suffered
no injuries. We could stand down. I went on deck to look at the damage. It
was barely noticeable.

The pirates were dead and gone, but we were to stay at sea for several more
days. The Captain did not want anyone to know about our role in the
pirate's demise. I might add that the watch was not relaxed at all. It was
possible there were additional pirates.

The Marines picked for this duty were aggressive and impressive men.  Our
accommodations were better than on a Royal Navy ship and they seemed to
treat it as a pleasure cruise. McPherson got along very well with the
Captain Thomas.  There shared a common worldview as well as common sexual
tastes. That was true of the Marines. They were impressive fighting men,
and no one would accuse them of being Nancy boys, but they enjoyed sexual
release with likeminded men.

Mr. Newland fit in well too. I knew nothing about dwarfism, but I clearly
affected only his size and had no effect on his intellectual abilities. He
adopted the standard non-dress code of the boiler room, and once he was
naked, I understood why. His private parts were entirely unaffected by his
physical condition and they looked huge. I first thought they were huge in
proportion to his body, but they were well on the high side of average.

Captain Thomas came to visit the boiler room with Lieutenant McPherson.
They liked what they saw.

"Your crew is impressive. They look healthy too. That can be rare in the
boiler room," McPherson said.

"The Captain runs a healthy and happy ship," I replied. "He is strict and
demanding but generous too."

"That is similar to my approach," McPherson said. "It's all business until
the battle is won. Then it's time to relax."

"We were going to have a little thank you party for their services," the
Captain said. "We would like you to attend."

"Of course, I would like that."

"I need to be a little more direct," the Captain said. "His men are
aggressive and tend to top. They find officers stimulating. As you know I
am willing, but McPherson does not want that. I am too high ranking. I was
hoping you would be able to help out." I was surprised at that
proposal. The Captain seemed to know me better than I thought.

"I would be glad to be of service, Sir," I replied.

"The party is tomorrow," he said as they left the boiler room. The room was
hot and I stripped after they left.

Mr. Newland returned from the showers.  He had been adjusting some hard to
reach valves. He did indeed fit in small spaces. He was naked and it looked
as if his cock almost dragged on the floor.

"All is well with the valves. I oiled them so they wouldn't stick," he
said. I am tall and his face was facing my cock. "It's a nice view from
here," he added. "Do you associate with men of lesser rank?"

"When I am wearing a uniform it's all business.  When I'm naked it hard to
pull rank," I replied. He leaned forward and swallowed my cock. This was
not his first time. "That feels really good." I said.

"I aim to please," he replied. "I like them big and yours deserves a
medal!"

"I have admired yours," I said. "If you forgive me for asking, but I don't
know what you like to do. I'm a little afraid I might break you."

He looked up and smiled. "Everything is in working order.  I like the usual
things.  I like what I am doing now, but I love to fuck. That is a bit
rare.  My ass is full sized too, so I can take a cock too." I then told him
about the party the next day.

"Marines are a good bunch in general," he said. "They like to get in, do
their business and then pull out."

"There may be several of them," I said.

"They do like to share," he said. "I had five once."

"Was than an ordeal?"

"It wasn't bad," Newland said. "When you're my size, you are fair game on a
ship. One of the men hurt me. That really offended this big bruiser of a
first mate. He liked me and it was never a problem after that. He was a
huge man, but with average meat that was easy for me to take. If you want a
few stretching exercised before you take on the marines, I'd be glad to
help you out."

"Have you connected with the stokers?"

"You play with them?" he asked.

I nodded. "As I said, there are different rules when you are on duty and
off duty. They are good men." We played a little and had a good
time. Newland forgot to tell me he had huge orgasms. I almost choked.

That night I was on watch and I picked up a little light following behind
us. I notified the Captain and he called out the Marines. Our boilers
propelled a dynamo that produced electricity for the ship. Thus, we had
some high-powered searchlights. The Marines were normally a rowdy and loud
group but they could be quiet if needed.

They were in place when we switched on the lights exposing a third pirate
ship. It flew the same emblem as the other ships. If there was any question
about the ship's intentions, several rifle shots from the ship attempted to
shoot out the searchlights. That was an unwise move by the pirates.

Five minutes later the marines had taken care of the problem and an
incendiary flare had set the ship ablaze. We steamed away at a good pace
and I noticed that the waters were shark infested. McPherson did not want
the bodies to wash ashore and cause a problem.  The sharks took care of the
pirate remains.

The marines noticed that the light I had seen was very small
indeed. Apparently, one of the pirates was addicted to tobacco. Some
doubted there was a ship flowing us. I had been known as Odd Duck, but they
christen me Hawkeye. That was an improvement.

The Captain took us straight out to sea where no wooden boat would dare to
go.  They preferred to stay within sight of the shore.  The remainder of
the night was calm. When I returned to the boiler room, the crew knew of
the exploit and gave me three cheers. The men in the boiler room were
secluded and defenseless. I reassured them when I took and active role in
protecting the ship.

The next morning we encountered the HMS Prince George, a cruiser, and
several escort ships. The flotilla was showing the flag alone the
coast. They were letting the Germans know that Britannia still ruled the
waves. That would dampen any pirate activity for months. We could relax.

The party was in the Captain's quarters, and was a quite festive affair. It
was not an official event with the men in uniform and where rank was
observed. There was ample beer, but the Captain had the cook go all out
with generous and unexpected food. Somehow, he had a large roast beef and
other English favorites.

The Captain always planned ahead.  The food would help to guard against too
much drunkenness and the embarrassing incidents related to drunkenness.  He
also felt that too much alcohol impaired sexual performance. "A nice long
fuck session is better than a hangover," he said.

Most of the men wore lightweight trousers and little else. The ship had
fans but it was still warm. The Marines were in good physical condition and
in a good mood. Now that the pirates were gone and eaten, the men were
jovial.

Captain Thomas had his arm around McPherson and his other hand was in his
the Lieutenant's pants, fondling his genitals. The other Marines followed
suit. Mr. McPherson picked his men well. I was with a big Yorkshire man,
Al, and a Scot, Kinloch. If Mr. Darwin needed a man to be the link between
the Gorilla and modern man, Al would have fit the bill. He was the gunnery
man. Kinloch was the perfect highland Chieftain type. His face was mass of
ginger hair and two, very blue eyes.

The huge men liked me. I was slightly taller than they were, but they were
much heavier and more muscular. They were also playful. Al glanced over and
saw the Captain and McPherson naked. "It's hot in here. Maybe we are
overdressed," he observed.

I undid my belt and my pants fell to the floor. Both men looked as if they
had won the lottery. I felt good about that. It is nice to be
appreciated. They stripped and I felt as if I was in a bear cage at the
zoo.  I am hairy, but Al and Kinloch were suited for a carnival sideshow.

I bent over to suck Kinloch. Al nudged his cock head into my ass. I like to
be prepared and I had lubricated the opening in case this happened. Al had
a big head and a thin shaft and it slipped in easily. Kinloch's organ was
consistently thick. Al began to pound wildly but McPherson came over us and
stopped him.

"Al, my boy, we have time to relax and take it slow," the officer
said. "Let me show you." Al pulled out and was quickly replaced by
McPherson's tool. "Do it like this." He liked long, deep strokes. He shoved
it in quickly, but he pulled out slowly. It was nice. He pulled out and Al
returned to my ass. I squeezed it and undulated my ass.  Al love
that. Apparently, it was a new sensation for him. Eventually, he pulled out
and traded places with Kinloch.

He massaged my ass with his thick member. While he was very thick, he was
careful to work my sphincter until I was good and open. Al told several of
his mates that I had a good ass and they joined us and shared my rectum.

When I state these things baldly, it sounds as if it were a wild debauch. I
did not mind. Indeed, I enjoyed it. Kinloch had opened me well, and it was
easy to accommodate the marines.  They appreciated the chance to use an
officer for their own pleasure. I am an active bottom who uses my own ass
to manipulate their cocks. They both enjoyed that and me.

McPherson returned and took his turn.  He did not say it, but fucking an
ass filled with the man seed of six of his men was exciting for him. I
could feel his excitement. He was a hard and demanding man, but I realized
he was deeply attached to his men.

The Captain enjoyed himself too. He was normally a sexually generous man
and had no problem entertaining member of the crew as long as they
remembered that when he was in uniform he was the captain.

He came up behind Kinloch while he was fucking me. Kinloch had bent over me
and his ass was wide open. "Stay still, I need to do an inspection!" he
said as he shoved his cock into the Scot's ass. Kinloch was taken aback,
but he soon adjusted to the situation. The Captain's member was long and
thin, and was easy to take. I also think serving a high-ranking officer was
good.

I knew from my own experience that the Captain was a master cock
man. Kinloch had already shot off in me before so he was in no rush, so it
was a long pleasurable experience for the three of us. When Kinloch finally
shot off, I could feel him squirting. I had not felt him shoot the first
time, so the Captain had an effect on him.

The Marines were both hearty and aggressive, but they seemed to appreciate
me.  I thought they would wear me out, but each successive penetration was
easier. The first round of fucking was a bit mechanical, but when they came
back for a second round, the edge was off and the men could take more
time. We were all more relaxed and they were more comfortable expressing
their affections.