An author's note: This story uses a few German words and parts of German culture. This is explained through context and shouldn't require any translation or Googling. This story used the grammatical structure of Standard American English.
Chapter 1: Hired
The past few months have been a scramble. I (Liam Murphy) have been working two after-school jobs while studying for the AP tests and packing and selling all of my belongings. I knew my senior year would be rough, but I didn't expect to have been lost in the heat of it. Luckily, I had over $5,000 in savings from all the work I'd been doing since junior year, and I left high school with a solid 3.5 unweighted GPA.
But, my college search fell flat on its head when I came out to my parents. When I told them I was gay, they simply stated that when I graduated high school, I would be on my own. It was harsh, and I expected it to be. But I didn't expect them not to help pay for my college. So, I decided to take a gap year to figure out my life and hopefully go on to college the following year.
Almost all of my belongings are sold. I'm renting a small storage locker to put most of my sentimental items and excess clothing. I also have a used hiking bag from eBay with all my essentials. But this was the first night I was entirely on my own, as any self-respecting gay teenager. I'd already booked a hostel for the night. So, I hopped on the "T" (Boston metro) and entered the first night of my new life. Sitting on the top bunk, I opened Grindr. I double-checked my stats: blond 18-year-old Irish-American, 6'1", 170 pounds with an athletic figure. Scrolling through the grid, one user popped out to me. Hiring, late teens, early twenties to work aboard a yacht. I clicked and read the description. We're looking for a steward/deckhand to work aboard the JW Sehnsucht this summer for good money. Message if interested. We leave soon; there is no point in delaying a response. I quickly responded, saying I was interested and could interview as soon as possible. With a sense of urgency, the user responded by telling me to meet him by the boat at the marina the next day at 9:00 am sharp. With the day's exhaustion catching up, I fell fast asleep.
I woke at 7:00 am to hear one of my roommates packing up and heading off. I slipped into the communal bathroom, went into a stall, and opened up Pornhub on my phone. I was never one for public masturbation, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I opened a video of a twink around my age sucking the 6-inch penis of an older man. It was incredibly arousing. The twink took the penis all the way down, and with that, I started to stroke. His curly brown hair being one with the older man's bear belly, made me insanely horny. I usually like to take my time with wanking. But I was already late. Without any lube, I forced my hand to stroke my cock ferociously; it took only 10 seconds for the lactic acid to build up in my right arm; I needed to rest. While letting my arm rest, I took in the video. The brown-haired twink was now giving the man a hand job. He laid the man down and put lube over the man's penis. His hand went over the man's cock head quite a few times. At one point, the boy used his other hand to pull down the man's cock, fully exposing the cock head to the wrath of the twink's hand. I, again, started stroking, but this time spending more time on my cock head. It was uncomfortable without lube, but it got me over the edge. I started spraying cum all over myself. My legs, chest, and face were covered with my ejaculate. I wiped myself off with toilet paper and went over to the showers.
I wore a white cotton T-shirt and blue shorts and went to the "T" to get to the marina. Once at the marina, the boat was easy to spot. The JW Sehnsucht was by far the largest boat. Approaching it wearily, I was relieved to see an attractive older man standing outside the ship. I placed him to be in his mid-30s. His athletic yet mature physique gave him a unique and inviting aura. He wore a white linen shirt with the first two buttons unbuttoned, showing off his hairy chest, and short yet stylish white linen shorts with gold vertical stripes. He asked if I was here for the job application. His voice had a European accent I couldn't place. I responded that I was, and he welcomed me aboard into a large living room.
"My name is Johan Wagner. This is my boat, the JW Sehnsucht," he said in his strange accent. I plan on traveling across the globe this summer with some friends and colleagues. We need someone to handle the deck while in port and serve us when out at sea. Is this something you feel you could do?"
"Yes, I'm a quick learner. I don't have any experience aboard a boat, though, so I will need some instruction," I replied.
"Ok. We would be willing to give you the proper training."
"May I ask? Who is we? And why was the job posted on Grindr?"
"We will go one at a time," he said with a level voice. "We, is me and my business partner Jannik. I own the boat, and he helps run my businesses and the day-to-day operations of this vessel. Why was the job posted on Grindr? See, we plan on making this boat a gay paradise these next few months. All the guests aboard will be gay, and we wanted to make sure the employees were gay as well. We also will require some work that is not typically required of a deckhand or steward. But, because of those extra responsibilities, we will pay well above the typical salary of entry-level crew."
"Ok, and who would I do these extra responsibilities for?" I asked using the same phrasing because saying sexual favors seemed too hard to say out loud.
"You would need to do it for anyone we require. Of course, there is a financial incentive. You will be paid more on top of your base salary each time you do what is asked."
"What would be my base pay?"
"Your base pay will be $5,000 per month, paid bi-weekly. But, this does require nudity aboard the boat while off at sea."
I'd never been very comfortable with nudity. I was raised catholic, and though I didn't believe in the church's teachings on modesty, it didn't change the fact I was bothered by being naked in front of others. But, I would be making much more at this job than my other two jobs combined.
"I'm a virgin," I quickly blurted out. Even though I had been on Grindr, it had only been a few weeks on the app then, plus I never had any time to do anything.
"That's okay. We can change that," Johan said in a soothing and caring voice. "But, before I hire you. I need to know what I'm getting in for. Can you please undress?"
The abruptness hit me like a ton of bricks. Undress? I haven't undressed for any man. But being told what to do sexually was turning me on. I obliged. I quickly removed my shirt, shoes, socks, and shorts, leaving myself in front of this stranger in only my white boxer briefs. He then motioned with his hands for me to remove my underwear, so I did. All seven inches of my circumcised masterpiece rose to attention. "Wow, you're already excited," he said while surveying my body. He got up from his chair to get closer. He lifted my right arm and brushed his hand against my armpit hair. "I'll need you to shave before we get going," he said blankly. He then squatted down and got a good look at my genitals. "Your penis is large when hard. Are you a grower or a shower?" he asked.
"I'm a grower. When flaccid, I measured about four and a half inches," I quickly responded.
He then moved to my backside and spread my cheeks wide open. "Do you ever shave your pubic or rectal hair?" he said questioningly.
"Once, but it took too long, and no one was going to see it, so I never bothered again."
"I see. Well, I'll hire you under certain conditions. First, I get to deflower you. I'll be gentle and explain what I'm doing, but I get to make you a man. Second, you have to shave your body. You have a nice figure and great genitals, but they're hiding under all that blond hair. Third, you need to be completely ready for sea life. We'll get you the adequate supplies."
Looking at his attractive body and telling me he was going to "deflower" me made me even more erect. I knew what I needed to say, "When do we start?"
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