Date: Sat, 31 Oct 2009 19:54:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: the Steamship Cleopatra

The Steamship Cleopatra

By Bald Hairy Man

This story is intended for adults who are interested in gay stores
involving man to man sex.  If you aren't interested, or are too young to
read the story, Do Not!  This is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  If you have
any comments on the story send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or
bldhrymn@aol.com.


The Steamship Cleopatra was known as a happy ship.  Her Captain,
Baskerville Lewis, was known to be firm, but fair. He had a distinguished
career in the Royal Navy, but had retired and taken command of this new
steamer. Mr. MacAffee, his second in command was an old sea dog.

The rest of the crew was a mixture of sailors from different backgrounds,
although Englishman and Scots predominated.  There were several Indians and
an Australian Aborigine. As a happy ship the turnover in the crew was
modest and there were always men willing to sign on when we had an opening.

A new ship, the Cleopatra was fast and thus carried passengers and freight
that could pay a premium for speed and convenience. It originally had
accommodations for only twelve first-class passengers, but was modified to
provide what we called the Bunk Room, which held six men and a second open
room for 10 steerage passengers. The ship had all the modern conveniences
especially with respect to plumbing and bathing.  The cabins shared four
shower baths, and similar facilities served the bunk rooms and even the
crew.

Captain Lewis liked a spic and span ship, but his interest in cleanliness
extended to the crew too. This struck many of the crew members as
excessive, since bathing was a foreign concept to persons of their class in
much of England, but they soon discovered its advantages.

Disease and sickness were greatly reduced, but the shower baths were soon
recognized for their recreational potential.  Captain Lewis and
Mr. MacAffee were open minded in many ways.  While ships' crews were all
male and spent months at sea, most ships' Captains were opposed to any form
of male sexual pleasure.  Of course it was impossible to stop men from
using their all too handy genitals for enjoyment, however, it was punished
when discovered. This was not so on the Cleopatra.

A non biased observer actually might think man to man sexual pleasure was
encouraged. He would be correct in that assumption. Captain Lewis thought
man sex would keep his men happier. He was right. It also was good for the
passengers. The Captain and the crew liked variety and had no objection to
including passengers in their pleasures. Word of mouth is the best way to
spread a reputation.  In certain circles it became known the Cleopatra was
a happy ship. In a short while, every cabin was filled for every voyage.

At first the captain thought the ship would serve men such as Mr. Wilde and
his aesthetic friends, but this was not the case at all.  The passengers
were varied in profession and condition. There were ministers, a bishop or
two, captains of industry, bankers, railroad men and professors.  We also
had some students and working men. In short, the taste for man sex was not
limited to any particular class or profession.

I am Angus Billings and I am the head steward and jack of all trades on the
Cleopatra. I take care of the passengers. I have three men working with me,
and while my primary duty is with the passengers, I stand watch and serve
on the bridge when needed.

While the Captain was most understanding, he was no pervert and was opposed
to perversion. He thought sex was for pleasure and enjoyment. He felt
strongly sex was for mutual pleasure not for an individual's sole
enjoyment. Pain had no part in his understanding of sex. From time to time
we had a passenger who miss understood this.

Lewis knew some temporary pain often accompanies ones early experience with
fucking. Captain Lewis never quite admitted it, but he had a taste of
deflowering virgins. Well endowed, his member was long, but quite thin. If
you were to design a medical instrument to painlessly penetrate a man's
rectum, it would be shaped like the Captain's member. He thought he
provided a service to the virgin.  Lewis was gentle, slow but
determined. Once he set out on a task, he finished it.

This was made easier by his appearance.  The Captain was a handsome,
generous, manly man. He looked a bit like the duke of York, Prince George,
but was much taller.  As far as I could tell his virgin partners did indeed
appreciate his services. The Captain's ass was by no means a stranger to
cock, and often his virgin had his first experience as a top with the
Captain.

Lewis's ass could accommodate cocks of all sizes and could massage the
visiting organ. Later his virgin would give it up to him. He would glow
when the Captain's knob popped the sphincter for the first time and slid
deep in his partner's rectum.

Much to my surprise, many of our gentleman passengers close to stay in the
six-man "bunk room", and a few even stayed in steerage. At first I thought
the common shower was the attraction of these rooms.  It was rare to
encounter naked men in Victorian England and most of our passengers found
this exciting. I later found out there was some attraction by our upper
class passengers for common men too.

We left London on November 3, 1892 bound for India. We had a cargo of
locomotive parts needed by a major Indian Railroad.  We usually would find
additional cargo in India bound for Australia of the Dutch East India. We
had a full ship. The most prominent passenger was the Right Reverend
William Fanuill, who was on his way to become a bishop in
Australia. Accompanying him was the Reverend Mr. Winterhope and a
seminarian named Smith. Smith served as a secretary.  The other important
passenger was Brigadier Rathmont of the Indian Army. He traveled with Major
Jones-Anderson and several men I assumed were orderlies. The remainder of
the passengers were the usual collection of businessmen, two teachers and
some stone masons.

The sleeping arrangements were a bit unorthodox. The Bishop and his
seminarian shared adjoining staterooms, while Rev. Winterhope went to the
Bunk Room, as did Major Jones-Anderson. It was cold, windy and dreary when
we left the London docks and the weather remained poor until we reached
Gibraltar. One of the businessmen in the Bunk Room, a Mr. Godwyn, fell sick
two days out. As was our normal practice, we put him in my cabin in case he
was contagious.  The Captain thought it was just a cold, but it was good to
be cautious.  I took his spot in the bunk room.

Unlike the normal shower baths on the Cleopatra, the Bunk Room and Steerage
room shared four shower heads. The crew shower was the same. This shower
seemed more like a social center perhaps like a Turkish bath, than the more
traditional utilitarian English facilities. The crew used theirs in the
same way.  I have a taste for men's juices, especially the creamy sperm,
but others do not.  A shower provided an easy disposal system. In the crew
quarters, our Aborigine loved cum and took as many loads as he could.  We
nicknamed him Vic after Queen Victoria who had taken so much of Prince
Albert's seed.

I normally used the officers' single shower and this was my first
experience with the group arrangement.  Most of the passengers were just
getting acquainted.  There was only one man, Rev. Winterhope, in the shower
the first time I used it, but soon men occupied all four shower
heads. Winterhope got partially erect, so he turned away to hide his
condition. I was a crew member, so the passengers were afraid I was sent to
police the shower.

I get erect easily. It takes little to get me excited.  I am 7" hard and
it's hard to hide. When my shower mates saw that, the atmosphere relaxed
considerably. Winterhope peeled back his foreskin to expose his knob.  The
shower room was small, so I dropped to my knees and sucked his bloated
gland. I had just started to lick the flared edge of the gland when I began
to take the priest's Joy juice. Joy juice was the Captain's name for the
fluid a man oozes as he gets sexually stimulated.

I sensed tension ease as the men realized we were all members of the same
club. I got to suck my other shower mates. Indeed, two other men joined
us. Six men in the small room were a tight fit, but lust always finds a
way. I had to get to my duties, but there was the promise of more activity
at night. As I left, Major Jones-Anderson saw me and winked.  Erections
have a way of encouraging friendly attitudes. He had been rather
stand-offish before.

I was the head steward and I was on duty from six in the morning to six in
the evening. I took care of all the meals, but my assistant, Willy, handled
the night. Willy was a pretty, young man who had a way with most of the
older men. I was off unless there was a problem.

After dinner most of the men were in the lounge playing cards and
talking. I saw Major Jones Anderson talking with two young men from the
steerage cabin. They were recent graduates of Cambridge and were on their
way to India to take up teaching positions. The Major seemed to be the
stereotype of the bluff, hardy English military type, but he seemed to take
an interest in the men. I decided to leave early. As I did, Major
Jones-Anderson followed and came up to me on the deck.

"This certainly has been the most pleasant ship I have ever sailed on," he
said.

"The Captain prides himself on the ships friendliness," I replied.

"I saw that this morning," he whispered. "You looked well armed and ready
for action as we say in the Army. You were a treat for tired eyes!"

"Thank you, sir."

He leaned even closer. "The General had heard this was an open minded
ship," he continued. "Well armed and ready is well and good. The General
and I are men of action.  Is that a problem?"

"It has never been a problem in the past," I answered. "The Captain, the
crew and the passengers normally share common interests."

"Are there limits?"

"As long as your playmates are interested and willing, all is acceptable."
I said. The Major smiled. "To be straight with you, this ship is democratic
when it comes to man sex. There are few in the crew who haven't tasted
their mate's cock juices and opened their asses for their mate's meat.  The
passengers seem to like that too."

I went to the bunk room. A few minutes later the Major appeared. His two
friends had gone to the steerage cabin. Soon I heard water running in the
shower. The Major disrobed and went to the shower.  He winked at
me. "There's room for one more," he whispered. At first I thought I'd get
to bed early, but lust has its ways and a few minutes later I joined the
trio in the showers. The young teachers looked uneasy, but my erection
assured them I was a friend.

The Major was built like a muscular bulldog and had a thick, massive cock
and bull balls. One oif the teachers, Nigel, was tall and thin, quite hairy
and very pale. He was in his early 20s and was already going bald.  His
cock matched his body being long and thin. The other teacher, Wilburt, had
pitch black hair and a thick body and short legs. His cock was still soft
and barely peaked out of the thicket, but he had low hanging balls. He was
what my father referred to as an Irish Bog Trotter.  He was smooth except
for his thick, black pubes.

Like almost all men in our society, sexual activity was always hidden from
view and for men of their social status, sex wasn't even mentioned. The
Major had no tendency to be shy at all. The teachers, Nigel and Wilburt,
adapted to the openness on the Cleopatra remarkably easily. The Major
sucked Nigel while Wilburt sucked me. After a minute of sucking, Wilburt
was fully erect and impressive. We traded places and soon Nigel nursed on
my cock like a starved babe.

I was use to the freedom and openness of the Cleopatra, but the other men
were new to it. I was as if a dam broke and we were overwhelmed in a flood
of sex. The two teachers had years of unmet sexual need. The Major was more
experienced, but never in an open environment like on the ship.

As the night wore on, other men returned to the cabin and all joined in the
festivities. The Bunk house held six and steerage had 10 passengers.  By
the time I went to bed, I had sucked 15 of them. I must confess I have a
taste for man seed, especially when it comes straight from the cock. I love
it when it spurts out still hot and steamy. I had learned my sucking skills
from my Uncle Randall. He was a member of the fraternity and recognized me
as a member.

"Good sex is messy my boy," he would say. "It's best if you shoot in down a
man's throat or store it in an ass. There's no laundry to do!" Uncle
Randall was well equipped and I figured it would be easier to take it in
the mouth. He was a good man, even of he was a bit randy.  He demonstrated
his theory by draining my balls many times.  I took his and loved it. I
didn't know anything could be that good and I've enjoyed man seed ever
since.

That night, I only took the loads of four of the men.  I assumed it was a
new experience for them; they were very grateful.  Everyone was mellow and
happy by the time they fell asleep.  While I am not a libertine, I must
admit 15 men in one night was a record for me.  The Major and
Rev. Jones-Anderson shot good loads, but one of the three stonemasons
should have been on display at the Chrystal Palace as an example of British
manhood. He was a wonder.  After this event the passengers were
appreciative and enthusiastic.  Even the rather gruff Scots manged to smile
and thank me.  I was willing to take a few more loads of their Highland
Brew.

By any normal standard I should have been ashamed of myself, but shame
doesn't seem to be a part of my makeup.  I am 42 and should have out grown
my lusty days. The next morning I mentioned my experienced to Mr. MacAffee
and mentioned I had thought I had outgrown such activities.

"Getting older may mean you have a quiet and uneventful life, but I suspect
that occurs only in quiet, uninteresting men," he said. "As far as I can
tell, no one on this ship shows any less interest in sex and the joy it
brings as they get older. If anything it gets stronger as you practice at
it.  By they way are there any men the Captain might be interested in?"


I smiled. Sometimes Mr. MacAffee helped find men for the captain. MacAffee
like older, mature men, while the Captain liked younger. There was no
overlap in the men's tastes. "The event was all sucking except for the
Major who fucked one or two men, and Rev. Jones-Anderson.  He was on his
back with his legs in the air, but I couldn't see who was in his ass," I
said.

"I got the impression the Rev. Jones Anderson was recruiting for the
bishop," MacAffee said.

"I thought the Seminarian took care of his needs?"

"The Bishop has many needs!" MacAffee said, smiling. "As does the
Seminarian. The Captain found a way to meet a few of those needs. Our
Seminarian is interested in finding out more. A new world opened up for him
when the Captain's cock rubbed his magic nut. Mr. Smith wants to know more.

I went off to my work. It was a busy day. The sea's were rough and some of
the passenger were getting slightly nauseated. There is nothing you can do
about seasickness, so my job was to be sympathetic and tell them it would
pass. I also had to help clean up any misplaced vomit. On some ships the
head Steward leaves that task to his subordinates.  The Captain firmly
believed you lead by example. In an emergency, there is no rank. This works
well. I've discovered when I pitch in to help, my subordinates do the same.

Only one of the passengers got really sick. He was the youngest of the
Scots stone masons, Fergus. He was a big man of 22, and the rolling of the
ship affected him greatly. The steerage passengers officially weren't under
our care, but Fergus was so sick I felt sorry for him. There were four very
young soldiers who were on their way to India in Steerage too.  They were
going to be Batmen for officers. One of them, a boy named Ralph, helped
some.

Fergus recovered after three, very bad days. I became a hero to the Scots
who warmed up to me greatly. They were by their nature dour and
somber. Once I got to know them I discovered they had a sly sense of humor
and next to no knowledge of sexual matters.  I became their guide. Their
experiences were limited. As was often the case in a poor country like
Scotland, they were grown men who still lived with their parents. Outside
of big cities like Edinburgh and Glasgow, life was poor and joyless.

While they knew little, they learned quickly. There isn't much to dislike
about sex, but if you're new to it there can be a lot of adjusting. The
Cleopatra was now free of the storm and in warmer waters. Fergus and the
older men, Robert and James had little experience with warmth and they
liked it. They also had little exposure to the warmth of human contact not
to mention sexual contact.

The Scots were all burly, hairy men with beards the size of full grown
badgers.  It was all new to them. I had taken James' load in the shower
with the Major and the teachers.  James was the informal leader of the
group and introduced Robert to cock sucking too. Given their frugal
background, they liked eating cum. A little nutritional value added to the
pleasure for them. It was the icing on the cake.  When I helped Fergus
through his sea sickness I got to know his body well.

Fergus was a masculine, reddish-blond man, all muscle and beef. His skin
was pink and pale. I was strange to see such a masculine man with such
delicate coloring. I helped him in the shower when he was seasick and weak
and got a good look at him. His tits were deep pink, but his cock head was
a beautiful shade of lavender. I cleaned his ass hole too. That was pink
and he shivered when my finger touched it.

Even though he was sick as a dog, he got half hard when I fondled his
equipment. After having seen him naked before I though he would have a
thick short cock.  I was half right. It was thick, but not short at all.  I
got a soapy finger into his ass, and Fergus liked that too. I did some
exploring and found the magic gland.  After pressing it a few times, I
realized it was in working order.

When he felt better he was completely cleaned out. I filled the void in his
ass with my cock. It could not have been more successful. He opened for my
entrance and clamped tight once I was in. His tight sphincter held my cock
against his gland and all was well.  I gave his rectum a sperm bath. James
came in the shower while I was fucking Fergus, when I pulled out, he
slipped into the sperm lubricated ass.

James was a big man, but Fergus had no problem taking his impressive
organ. James was a surprise. Our masons were not gentlemen. The were rather
crude looking, working men. My own introduction to fucking had been a
shock.  It was with Uncle Randall and several of his friends. They were
vigorous and single minded in the extreme. My Uncle was nicely equipped,
but his friend,Donald, was well above average.  Norman, his other friend,
was huge. It was a shock. He liked screwing virgins and he opened me up/

We were on a hunting trip of several days, and I must admit by the end of
the trip, I was enjoying it. Norman was a good sport, if demanding.  He
also was the first to bend over for me, and open his ass for me. I felt the
pleasure he felt. By contrast, while James may very well have been bigger
than Norman, he was much more gentle and easy going. Behind his gruff, hard
exterior was a good man.

James later told me he typically had only one shot a day. From personal
experience I knew he had a huge load when he shot off.  He wanted the
preparation to last as long as possible, so he could enjoy it as much as he
could. He certainly took his time with Fergus.

The third mason, Robert, was a harder nut to crack. He was the least
experienced of the group and shy too. He did like to watch, but was uneasy
about participating. I told the Captain about Robert.  Robert was thirty or
so and a fine figure of a man. Under his heavy tweeds, he was muscular ,
but not ass massive as his friends. He had a hairy chest, but not the pelt
of James and Fergus. In many ways physically, he was a bigger version of
the Captain.  Robert was well over six feet tall.

The Captain had his eye on one of the regular passengers Batford
Altamont. He was the younger son of a wealthy Midlands industrialist and
was being sent off to Australia to open a branch there. He was a delicate
looking man who was as shy as Robert. Shy is the wrong word; he was
timid. Batford was traveling with a Mr. Jonathan Fenton who was to be in
charge of the day to day operations of the business.  Fenton was out going
and sexually experienced. Fenton told me he recognized Batford as a member
of the fraternity, but that Batford needed both a push to get away form his
father and some encouragement to engage in sexual experimentation..

Batford's father, Sir Phillip Altamont, was a domineering, driven man who
treated his youngest son with contempt. Fenton was saving the boy from his
father.  Batford was almost 40, but he struck you as a boy. Fenton liked
Batford, but wasn't sexually attracted to him.  Fenton was a middle aged,
pudgy bald man.  They had an Uncle-nephew sort of relationship. The Captain
asked Robert and Batford to come to his cabin after dinner for a drink.  He
had a plan.