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.