22/12/94 The story below is based on the true-life adventures of me. Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty.
This is my first effort at this sort of writing so anyone wishing to send me some mail with comments (or their own stories) would be welcome .
iant@uow.edu.au
Islander loveship - by Blue Gum
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One of my most memorable encounters occured the time I worked during my holidays as a labourer for a marine engineering company. I was eighteeen at the time and a student at Sydney University. I had been having male-to-male sex for many years but these had mostly been boyish group-gropes. You know the sort of things adolescent boys get up to, wanking parties, how high can you shoot, how far you can shoot, show-off type of things. Since leaving home and going to University I had discovered "beats" and done them once or twice for some quick anonymous "wham-bam" sex but then I still considered myself straight and put most of my energies into looking for "pussie" The one exception was an "affair" I had had with the older brother of one of my mates when I was 15. He showed me what male-to-male sex was really about. How a more experienced man can awaken the latent sexual energy of an adolescent and quide him through the labour of his sexual birth. But that's another story. I was still to experience straight-forward unadalterated lust for another man's hot sweaty body and the selfish relief of satisfying an unrestrained sexual urgency. That's the subject of this true story.
We were working 24h shifts on the engines in one of those rust-bucket inter-island trading ships. The sort that barely passes safety inspections and is registered overseas so it can avoid the stricter Australian safety and labour regulations. The crew were all Pacific Islanders or Asian and the conditions they lived under were deplorable. I couldn't bring myself to use the toilets on board, it stunk so badly and didn't look as if it had ever been cleaned, most looked damaged and probably didn't work anyway. There was water in the showers, in fact it leaked constantly and there was a black slippery mould everywhere. The engineroom where we were working was of course hot and dirty but we were given clean overalls whenever we wanted. We were contract labour in for the one repair job and rarely saw any of the crew.
Towards the end of my first shift I found myself being helped several times by a slim and uncommonly good looking, island boy. Too dark to be Polynesian but too light to be proper Melanesian I could not pick where he would be from but he was lucky enough to have inherited a wounderfully handsome almost feminine face with a beautifully proportioned and muscled body. He appeared somewhat younger than me, maybe 16 or 17. At first I didn't take much notice, but he just seemed to be there whenever I was by myself. He didn't have much English and I don't know what language he spoke but we managed to communicate quite well just the same. He told me his name but I'm not sure I was even saying it right and there is no way I could spell it. But it was something like "Baroo" While we talked and worked I found myself being attracted by his smooth hairless skin, the sparkle in the eyes and the flash of brilliant white teeth when he smiled. The long unwashed dirt and grease over his body and the stained, torn clothing only managed to give an emphasis to the well proportioned features they inadequately covered. I found myself getting hot and uncomfortable when he was near me and it wasn't beacause of the engineroom humidity. I had to admit to myself I was getting the hots for him.
Unfortunately, I did not understand or perhaps want to believe the signals from my body or his. I had this urge to touch him and to run my hands over him just to see if he felt as good as he looked However, he seemed so comfortable and unabashed by his body often standing close to me and even leaning against me as we carried things. He did it so naturally and unabashed I couldn't believe it was deliberate and I dismissed my own dirty thoughts as unwarranted and decided I would just enjoy his company and the fleeting contacts until the end of the shift.
When it was time to knock off he put his hand out for what I expected was a handshake. I clasped his palm and he stroked the inside of my wrist with his forefinger. This was so unexpected and surprised me that I pulled my hand away. His smile instantly dissappeared to be replaced by a confused quizical look which almost as quickly turned to one of embarrassment, that caused me to get emabarrassed also and we quickly parted without saying anything more.
Back at the workshop shower room I made the mistake of asking one of the older men what it meant when someone scratched the inside of your wrist. He asked who did it and laughed when I told him, he told everone else and they all ribbed me mercilessly about the "boy pussie" and how much did he want. I went along with the joke but did not tell them that had I known what he meant then I would have accepted and that I'm sure no money was needed. That night I must have pulled myself off at least six times thinking about what could have happened.
Unfortunatly I wasn't sent out to that ship again until later that week. For the first half of the shift I did not see him but the thought that he must be around only made me hotter and hornier than I had ever felt before. I was so full of frustration and lust by now that I was determined to look for him. During the lunch break I went walking around the ship and found him on the stern deck watching the water. He didnÕt notice me and when I started talking it startled him, when he realised it was me he flashed one of his brilliant smiles. I just melted and thought my legs would give away from under me. We sort of talked for a few minutes then I put out my hand and which he took and I scratched the inside of his wrist. I didn't think his smile could get any bigger but it did He then nodded his head indicating that I should follow him and we went into a sort of paint locker a few meters away. As I was closing the door he was already grabbing at my crotch. As hot for him as I was I still wanted to first just run my hands over his smooth flawless skin. His shirt had no buttons and was open anyway so it easily slipped off his shoulders as I ran my hands down the firm muscled flesh of his arms. He only wanted one thing, my cock. I let his arms go and as my hands roamed over his strong neck and back and buttocks he desperately tugged at my belt and pants. With my cock free he immediately went down on his knees and started sucking. I wanted to prolong the effect as long as possible so I tried to ignore my cock and concentrated on my finger tips. Even though he was younger than me he was much more muscled. I still had bones sticking out in all the wrong places but his ribs were well covered and the pecs were large and easy to hold. I massaged his erect nipples and chest muscles. I luxuriated in the sensation of firm, well contoured and muscled flesh moving under my hands. Learning over his head which was still working hard on my cock I followed the sides of his tapering waist down to the cheeks of his fuckhole which was still covered by tight dirty denim. Slipping my fingers under the waistband I grabbed the two perfectly shaped globes and decided then that that was what I wanted. But before then I wanted to feel his face. With my hands on either side of his face my fingers ran through his head of tight curls, I traced the line of his cheeks which was covered by a surprisingly rough stubble. My fingers joined under his chin and I guided his head movements faster at first and then slower as I started to feel a rising climax, I didn't want to come just yet. Copious amounts of saliva fell from the corner of his mouth. By now he had managed to get his own cock free and was tugging frantically on it. I wanted to see it and touch it. Lifting him to his feet I got my first sight and feel of his man meat. Curving upwards a long foreskin would completly cover the head when I pulled forward on it and fully expose it when I pushed back. He was now completely naked, his pants had fallen to his ankles. We stood like this for a minute or more pulling on each others cocks, our eyes wandering up and down each others bodies, drinking in a whole view of each other, occasionally our eyes met and we smiled at each other. His lack of inhibition suggested he was much more sexually experienced than I was but the curiousity about my body suggested he had not been with many, or maybe any European guys.
My free hand was now resting on his hip, I gently pushed it to turn him around. He understood exactly what I wanted and in a single smooth fluid motion he managed to bend over, take a fist of saliva from his mouth, reach behind himself to lubricate my cockhead, and guide my cock towards his fuckhole.
There was only a momentary resistance, a small grunt and a slight, maybe imagined, pulling away by the boy before I entered him, my shaft easily sliding in until my balls slapped his arse cheeks. I paused at the end of this first thrust, pulling hard on his hips I wanted to feel my cock deep in his bowels. So did he, he pulled hard on my thighs to keep me there. We stayed like that for maybe a minute, occassionally I would grind my hips against his arse or give my cock a spasm to jerk inside him, it moved easily as if in a huge cavity. When I felt the tight grip of his sphincter muscle on the base of my cock loosen I started a slow thrusting movement. Only partially withdrawing at first, my movements progressively got longer and faster so that after 2 or 3 more minutes I was sweating and grunting and ramming into him with no thought for him but my own cock centred pleasures. I managed to hold on for only 20 or 30 of these before my cock just exploded sending load after load of hot spunk deep into his rear. I tightly held it there as dozen or more diminishing after-cums jerked through my body. It felt as if I was the only person at the center of a rainbow void which periodically sent a spasm of pleasure through me. I was content to stay like this until my softening cock finally fell out but he had other ideas. When he was sure I had completely finished he pulled himself away and let me collapse onto a pile of rags and before I realised it he had stuffed his stiff rod into my mouth thrusting as hard as he could. Taken by surprise by his urgency I couldn't object but I had no time to choke because after only 1 or 2 thrusts he let out a yell of extascy and his cum started flooding down the back of my throat. So deep was his cock that I tasted nothing at first but as his cum filled my mouth I began to get that familiar salty/soapy taste. I had to push his hips away from my mouth but only far enough to allow me to swallow. It must have taken 3 or 4 swallows before he stopped cumming and lay still. His cock in my mouth, stayed hard, as I ran my tongue around the inside of his foreskin which was surprisingly tasteless. The smell of stale deodorant came from his groin. He may have been unwashed but he wasn't unclean.
Although it was obvious that both of us could have continued I was worried about being missed for the lunch break was now over. With some regret we broke apart but not before agreeing to meet again that evening after I had knocked off work. When I returned to the engineroom most of the guys didn't seem to notice, but one older guy winked at me and said, "find your pussie boy?" I was so embarrassed I smiled weakly at him and went on working.
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to be continued