It was bad enough that I spent my days keeping company with my sisters while my brothers worked our farm outside Bangkok, bad enough that we would spend our time doing women's work cleaning and cooking while giggling about boys. But when my father found me trying on my sisters' lipstick, he lost his temper. My oldest sister came to my defense, saying I wasn't a brute like my brothers, that I was sensitive and delicate. She said nature had made a mistake in making me so pretty, like a girl, and that my father shouldn't blame me if I was the wrong sex.
Maybe my sister's argument would've carried more weight if I weren't also lazy. I hated the hard work of my father and brothers, and I loved lounging around on soft cushions with my sisters while they pampered me and we talked of men in the village we liked. They were waiting for husbands, after all, and I wished I could wait for one, too. But after I accidentally drove my father's car into the river, I knew my days in his house were numbered. He hated me for that and I knew he'd get his revenge.
Sure enough, not a week after they pulled the drowned car from the river, a businessman who ran a steamboat to supply small villages along the Gulf of Thailand stopped by to see my father. Apparently, my reputation had spread through the village next to our farm, and the businessman wanted to see what this boy who acted like a girl looked like. When my father called me to the river's edge, the businessman's eyes brightened and he smiled. Yes, I knew I was very pretty, but would he like my slender body? Would he be disgusted with my fat ass? "Swim," my father commanded. "Take your clothes off and swim."
It wasn't unusual for children, even older teens like myself, to strip naked and play in the river, so I undressed myself while the businessman watched. Oh, he was interested in me, all right. I knew he was queer by the way his eyes ran all over me, and I knew he wanted to have me. He stared at my slender body, obviously approving of my girly breasts that each had a giant, puffy red nipple pointing up at him. When I walked, my little breasts jiggled and my nipples bobbed up and down invitingly. My penis was stiffening a bit under his stare, so I pulled hard on my nipples a couple of times to help it along. I smiled shyly at him. Would he take me away from my father's wrath?
"Turn around. I've heard about your ass and I want to see it for myself," he said as he made a circular, turning motion with his hand. I blushed because my ass had always been a problem for me. It was huge and stuck way out in back of me. It protruded so far out that I never could wear normal pants. My sisters had to buy pants four or five inches larger than my waist size and then cut and sow the legs and waist smaller so my ass would fit in them. I never could wear underpants because they couldn't fit over my two enormous cheeks. I turned sideways, and the businessman whistled. "If I didn't see this boy's ass naked like this myself, I would not believe it possible. He's beautiful! This boy is a gift from the gods to you, and to all the men who will have him."
The father said nothing, but I could see the hatred in his eyes. "Go swim," he commanded again, and I entered the water. I didn't have to twitch my butt the way my sister's twitched theirs to attract attention because my ass cheeks were two enormous melons that naturally thrust themselves around without any effort on my part.
As I swam back and forth, I heard the businessman say, "Look how his ass stays up out of the water! Two mounds high and dry!" Then he finally took his leering eyes off of me to address my father: "How much?" My father motioned me out of the water, and I went to stand dripping before them, my hard penis sticking straight up while I gazed down at my feet. In the custom of haggling, my father offered an outrageous price for me, almost double what he would ask for one of my sisters. But without batting an eye, the businessman quickly said, "Sold! I'll put him in my steamboat cabin right now! I'll enjoy him before we get underway this afternoon."
"He hasn't been with a man before," my father said almost apologetically. Then, afraid he might have spoiled the deal, he added, "but nature made him a faggot so he knows what he must do in this life. I'll have his sisters gather his clothing and--"
"If he hasn't been with a man before, so much the better. I'll teach him much this afternoon, and my sailors will teach him even more in the months ahead. He's a natural. He's built to give men great pleasure!" He reached out, grabbed me by my cock, and pulled me to him. His big hand quickly held my balls in a firm but pleasant grip that would make any weak faggot like me want to please. "Don't bother with his clothing," the businessman said as he massaged my balls in a firm but friendly way. "He won't wear clothes again. Ever. He's now a cock-boy on a vessel. They're always kept naked. Sailors are busy. They don't want to have to strip their cock-boys to fuck them. Sailors want their sex-toys ready for them at a moment's notice."
My sisters were happy for me because I had escaped my father's house and because they knew, as a weak faggot, I belonged where men could take their pleasure with my body. A steam vessel was perfect. I would spend most of my time on my belly or kneeling on cushions in front of men, and men would take their time enjoying me as they filled me up at both ends with their semen.
That afternoon, I learned so much! It was a wonderful experience! The businessman told me he was the master of the steam vessel, so I should call him "Master." He said I would be called "Cock-Boy Two" because the crew was already fucking a young guy they'd bought a couple of months ago in Cambodia.
The first thing Master did was take me to his vessel. We walked through crowds along the river to get there, and many men smiled at me because they knew what I was. A naked young man walking in front of an older man can only be one thing: a weak faggot cock-boy. Some of the men spoke softly to Master as we passed, saying things like, "That boy's ass is a gift to you from God. You must donate much money in thankfulness to the temple." And "May his lovely red nipples fill your mouth with their tender sweetness." I pretended not to hear their comments about different parts of my body, but I blushed anyway because I was very, very happy. At last I was owned and was going to bring much joy to men!
As we climbed the gangway to Master's vessel, the crew stopped their loading work and stared admiringly at my body. Some of them whistled and called out dirty things that made my penis start to get hard again. Master let the crew gather around me to feel me over, and they quickly tugged at my nipples, ran their fingers along my thick lips, and stuck their thumbs playfully up my ass to tickle my prostate. Of course, my prostate immediately dumped pre-cum into my hardening penis, and the sailors then took turns milking the stuff from me and holding their wet hands to my lips for me to lick clean. It was the first time I'd tasted my own pre-cum and I was surprised by its pleasant saltiness. It made me look forward to eating their sperm.
But there was one young man who didn't look happy at all, and because he stood to one side completely naked, I knew he must be "Cock-Boy One." He looked a little older than me, but he had a huge cock that dangled down almost to his knees! I'd never seen one that big before. When we used to swim naked in the river as young boys, I would noticed the older boys' penises and I would pull on the largest ones to see how long they would get as they hardened. But Cock-Boy One's penis was easily the longest one I'd ever seen! I didn't just want to squeeze it to see how big it would get, I wanted the full length of it stuffed up my ass! I thought that would be a match made in heaven: the most protruding bubble-ass in Thailand gratefully receiving Thailand's longest penis!
Cock-Boy One, though, knew I was a threat to his easy life as a weak faggot. He had a good thing here on the steam vessel and didn't want his room and board to disappear because a younger, bubble-assed boy took his men and meal ticket away from him. But I had no control over the situation. Would Master want to support two cock-boys for his crew? I doubted it, and as he led me away, my bare feet padding softly across the metal deck, my protruding bubble-ass beckoning all the men standing behind me to come and fuck it, I realized Master had already made his mind up when he bought me.
Down below in his cabin, Master stripped while he told me to get a hard-on. That was easy. I twisted and tugged my thick, fleshy nipples a few times, and "sprong!" There it was, sticking straight up at him. He smiled. His body was middle-aged, hairy, and muscular. His own cock was small, and when he pushed my face into it, I easily took all of it into my mouth and began messaging it with my tongue. Master gave a deep, gratified sigh and stroked my hair as I suckled his penis. Funny how even without any instruction or practice, even a completely innocent boy like myself knows by instinct what to do to please a man. I think nature instilled a knowledge of how to satisfy men sexually into every boy as a method of self-preservation. No man is going to harm a boy who's sucking him off!
Master's penis was small enough so that as I sucked and sucked, its glans pushed against the uvula in the back of my throat. I thought that was cute! Just for the hell of it, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took in Master's balls, too. His penis started to buck hard in my mouth and the next thing I felt was his semen splashing against the back of my throat. When he'd stopped shooting cum into my mouth, he stood me up in front of him and a little trickle of his hot sperm ran down from the corner of my mouth. Master caught it with his finger and held it in front of me so I could lick his finger clean.
"Do you mind if I suck on you?" He asked in such a soft, pleasant way, I was surprised. First of all, no cock-boy is ever asked what he'd mind. Cock-boys are weak-willed faggots who only exist to be used by men for dirty fun. You don't ask them questions because you don't care about their wishes. And cock-boys know they're only good for fucking and for nothing else. Faggots like me just want to obey. But what bothered me is his asking to suck my cock. Dominant males don't suck cocks of faggot-boys! It's the other way around!
But before I could say anything, he pushed me onto his bed and bit hard into my right, pulpy nipple. Oh. I was wrong: he didn't want to suck my cock, he wanted to eat my nipples! I felt better about that and let myself relax as pre-cum began to drool out of my rock-hard penis and lubricate my belly for him to slip and slide on. First he chewed the right nipple, and once he'd gotten it good and sore and bright red, he did the same to my left one. When he'd had his fill, he sat up to play with my cock and balls.
I looked at my bright red, fleshy nipples as they pointed up at him like two massive bull-eyes. "I wish I could give milk for you out of my breasts," I said sheepishly, and he smiled. "I wish I could get knocked up for you so I could start giving you milk for your pleasure."
Master began stroking my hard-on, rhythmically moving his hand up and down, letting my pre-cum drool out of the tip and coat my shaft and his hand. Every few strokes, he'd stop and let me lick my pre-cum off of his hand and then he'd do it again. I wondered just how much pre-cum my prostate could produce. It wasn't until much later that I learned boys can produce an almost infinite amount as long as they drink water every so often. Pre-cum is easy for a boy's prostate to manufacture. It's semen with all its sticky proteins and sperm cells that's a work of art and that takes a boy about four or five hours to replace once he's been thoroughly drained.
Suddenly I gasped, and Master nodded. "Go ahead, Cock-Boy Two. That's all right. You can shoot your load for me, and then you can lick it off yourself." As he spoke, the most wonderful feeling of release flooded over me and I relaxed as my penis bucked really hard and a glorious, sparkling rope of pure semen arched out high over my chest. By the time it shot over my head and splashed noisily onto the wall behind the bed, a second arc of sperm rose majestically into the air, but Master had lowered my cock so that this load of sperm splashed into my face, hitting me in the right eye and running down my cheek, chin and throat. A third rope of sperm landed hard on the bridge of my nose and streamed down either side of my nostrils, while a fourth load scored a direct hit in my open mouth. The fourth one was real easy to swallow, and I kind of laughed at the fact that the liquid my prostate had worked so long to make had spent about two seconds in the air before it was all back inside me again at the other end of me!
After I had licked myself clean and eaten my sperm off the wall behind the bed, Master told me that the crew liked Cock-Boy One. He said that if I wanted to remain on the vessel, I'd have to work hard at pleasing them. If I failed to please them as much as Cock-Boy One, he'd have to sell me next month to the crew of a copper mine deep in Cambodia. I knew from rumors that cock-boys sent to the copper mines had their asses worked very, very hard deep in the pitch-dark mine shafts and they never got to see the light of day until the crews tired of them.
I also knew Master had told me this because he expected me to win the crew's vote. I set to work immediately to do just that! Once we were underway for our next port of call, I made a point of being obvious about wanting a stiff cock rammed up my ass. I pranced naked around the deck twitching my bubble-ass, dropping to my knees to suck cock, and generally letting every single crew member know I was a totally uninhibited slut. Over the next couple of weeks, I made sure that every sailor on board fucked me real good. I especially courted two really ugly old guys, climbing in bed with them at night and taking great pains to suck them off exactly as they preferred. Why play up to ugly old men? Because their votes count as much as the younger studs that fucked me! And besides, my fat bubble-ass doesn't care what a guy looks like! After all, the cock of an ugly bastard feels as good pounding my ass and spraying my insides with sperm as the cock of a movie star.
I found out that Cock-Boy One had refused to perform on the mess table for the men. Well, right away I made it a point to come into their mess after they'd finished supper and get up on the table. While they cheered, I danced for him, playing with myself in real dirty fashion, sticking my thumbs up my ass to make my cock jump in time to their clapping, stretching my long, girly tits so I could actually suck my own nipples (they absolutely went wild when I did that!) and finally jacking myself off to their beating time on the table. They would let me get far enough into it so that pre-cum would spill out of my cock and splash onto the table, and then they'd stop until I calmed down. After a few times of this, the table top was really slippery with my pre-cum and I was slipping and sliding all over the place in my bare feet. Finally they let me fire and I rewarded them with beautiful crystal-clear loads of my semen that they mopped up with their hands and fed back to me.
By the time we pulled into the Cambodian port, the crew was crazy about me. They started calling me "Cock-Boy One"! And sure enough, I won their unanimous vote. A short time later, I saw the original Cock-Boy One being led bare-ass down the gangway by a couple of burly-looking miners. They had tied a rope around his cock and balls, and they led him away as if he were a pet dog. I didn't really feel sorry for him because I knew that even if I'd lost the crew's vote, I'd still be getting the good ass-fuckings every weak faggot deserves and needs to keep him healthy. And if you're kept naked at the bottom of a mine-shaft, you can concentrate without interruption on filling the primal needs of a lot of stiff cock!