Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 10:14:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: ronaldito <ronaldito.geo@yahoo.com>
Subject: Night Watch

	I had the night watch in the deck division sleeping compartment.
There wasn't much to it, walk around, clock in.

	The lights were dim so the crew members could sleep, but it was
well enough lit for the watch to be able to see what was going on.  I
passed one rack of bunks and noticed a pecker peeking out of some boxers on
the third teir.  It was Jabalie, a cute little seaman-second from Texas.
It was 0230 and I had nothing but time, so I stood and watched.

	Fresh out of boot, fresh out of Texas, and no more than five eight,
this solid little kid had no small appeal for me.  I saw him finger himself
a time or two and then fall back into a deep slumber.  His dick stiffened,
as did mine.  I had seen him in the showers a few times, he wasn't
particularly hung but he was very much at ease with his body, never tried
to conceal himself, always smiled and was friendly to everyone, and, in
turn, the other crewmen enjoyed his easy ways and always included him in
their liberty parties and skylarking.

	Unable to restrain myself, I moved closer in and lightly touched
his cock with my fingers.  It stirred more, lifting itself up to half-mast.
I could feel myself lubricating, getting bigger, straining my dungarees.
Also he smelled strongly of beer, the breathing was heavy and deep.  I
picked up his meat with three fingers-- smooth, soft skin, uncut.  It
sprang to life, maybe five and a half inches, only a little bit bigger than
what one palm would cover.  I began to jack him, nice and easy.

	What was going on beneath his young smile was not exactly clear,
except that he was being pleasured.  I worked more daringly, and played
with his balls a little bit.  They were small and tight to his body but
began to descend as I worked them, and his dick began to leak.

	By now I was right up next to his bunk; feeling his heat, I went
down on him.  What a great little dick!  It was hot and clean smelling and
flexed each time I sucked at it.  As I sucked him I began to jerk myself.
Finally I felt it, the first of two surges starting at the base of his
dick, flooding up into my mouth.  I swallowed eagerly and splattered my
pants heavily with my own copious fluid.

	I withdrew, my mind swirling, from his young cock's magnificance.

	As I continued my rounds that night I stopped off frequently at the
head to beat off.  I came until I was dry-shooting, I jerked off with a
limp dick, an inert wad of rubber, still lusting.

	Nearing 0400 I had to take a leak.  Jabalie came sleepily into the
head wearing just his boxers, took the urinal next to mine, pulled out his
dick and started peeing.  He looked up and smiled.  We finished our
business at about the same time; as he poked his dick back into his shorts
and turned, my hand, of its own accord, touched his shoulder.  Just as
automatically, he turned and touched mine and in a moment we were standing
there chest to chest, dick to burgeoning dick.  I led him to the laundry
and laid him down on the floor.  His legs immediately rose and locked
themselves around my waist.

	With seeming practiced skill, he guided my dick to its mark and I
began a slow probe, finally feeling the head of my cock slip inside the
golden ring.  After the next inch he began an eager thrusting upwards and
accommodated my full measure with ease and enthusiasm.  I began riding him
in a slow, easy lope that quickened into a fury of lust until I heard the
magical sound of my pubes pounding his willing ass, the familiar repeated
slapping of ecstasy.

	His small cock was purple, engorged to bursting and began to spurt
the white, creamy fluids of youth.  Up from my own groin came a rapid-fire
spurting or three big, unrestrained loads.  I pounded out a fourth and a
fifth of lesser quantity before I began to soften and withdrew.

	As the passions subsided, I took my leave to report to the Officer
of the Day, and young Jabalie went and got his towel and headed for the
showers.  The phenomeninal world had returned, it was again time for duty,
practicality and disgression.  The night watch had ended.