This sordid little tale is sadly fictional. It concerns a guy with whom I worked on a ferry, but that is where the reality ceases. I was besotted even though I only worked with him for a couple of weeks. I suppose I should change his name, but I cannot bring myself to. This story infers that he was gay, but he wasn't :-( Life can be so cruel!!
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The Cabin Boy - Part 2.
I managed to get down to the engine room barely seconds before 04:00. There were three guys on watch, one of whom I had sailed with a few months before.
"Allo Dave, you old slag!" He grinned.
"All right Glenn, me ole salty shipmate." I beamed back "What you doin' here?"
"I've been here since we got back from Bremerhaven. Where you been then?"
"Oh, I was up the Irish sea for a couple of months. So, is there anyone else on here that I know?"
"Erm, ... not sure, really. There's been a bit of speculation about your sexual orientation, so someone must have heard of you at least."
"Cool." I smiled. "The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about. As someone once said."
"If you say so."
"You staying on watch or are you off now?" I asked
"I'm on till eight."
"Cool. We can catch up with each other then. I'll get myself a cup of tea and meet the others, then we can have a gossip!"
"OK"
I got my drink and walked through to the control console where the other two engineers were standing talking and introduced myself. They seemed nice enough blokes and we chatted about where we had worked before and common acquaintances before I set about wandering around the machinery spaces. I was trying to concentrate on tracing the important systems, but it was impossible to think about anything but Chris. I pictured him fast asleep in my bunk with perhaps the hint of a peaceful smile on his face. It was not a pleasant thought that I would have to wait until 08:00 to see him again and feel his skin upon mine. See the look on his face as he pounded himself into me. I'm not usually a bottom, but for some inexplicable reason I really wanted to be fucked by him.
I phoned my cabin at seven thirty as I had promised, but there was no answer. I supposed he had woken himself up. He was probably having a shower before starting work. That put another image into my mind. I could see him soaping that soft clear skin of his and humming contentedly to himself. It was a powerful picture but I had to try to force it from my mind due to the swelling that was going on under my boilersuit. It would have been rather obvious if I had got completely hard, not to mention embarrassing.
08:00 finally came around and I handed over the watch as fast as I could. I raced up the stairs to the messroom to be met by the beautiful smile of the object of my affection.
"Morning Dave!" He was wearing a knowing smile and winked at me. Glenn and a couple of others were having their breakfast, but nobody seemed interested in anything apart from eating.
"Morning Chris." I grinned. "Sleep well?"
"Like a baby. I can't imagine why I feel so tired this morning, though! So what can I get you for breakfast?"
"Ooh, I think I'll go for some CHRISpies." I winked back
"OK, but can you give me a hand for a minute? I have to get something from the stores." He winked and opened the sliding door to the lift.
"Yeah, no problem." I said and followed him into the lift, closing the doors behind us.
He pressed one of the lower buttons and the lift creaked into life. We had barely begun to move when he threw himself on me, pushing me against the bulkhead and sliding his tongue into my mouth. We kissed and ground ourselves against each other until the lift came to a halt. I was sporting a raging hard-on, and tried to cover it by clasping my hands in front as we exited. He saw that I was looking a little nervous, but reassured me by saying
"It's OK. Nobody ever comes down here except me. It's where we keep the dry stores."
"Thank fuck for that!" I exclaimed. "Cos I don't think this will go away in a hurry. Unless you can think of a way of reducing the swelling, doctor."
"Hmm, I think I had better give you a thorough physical, just in case."
With that he popped all of the press-studs of my boilersuit open in one swift movement, then pushed it from my shoulders. I usually only wear a pair of boxers under my working gear, so in next to no time, I was standing utterly naked in front of him. He stood back, his eyes scanning my body as he deliberately removed his uniform and took the time to fold each item, knowing it was teasing the hell out of me.
"So what do you have in mind for me today then, you filthy young man?" I asked.
"I haven't really planned the whole day yet, but right now I'm going to fuck the arse off you over that pallet of rice behind you. Is that OK?"
"Oh yes!"
"Turn round then. I want to get you all nice and wet. We don't have much time."
I turned to face the pallet and could feel him drop to his knees behind me. I reckoned he was going to rim me out.
"Er, Chris, you know I have been sweating a bit on watch. It might not be exactly clean down there."
"Let me worry about that. Just you bend over like a good boy."
I did as I was told and immediately felt his hands on my arse cheeks. He pulled them apart and stuck his nose into my crack, but without touching it.
"Well it all looks OK, and it smells delicious!" He said.
He gently caressed the insides of my legs and planted delicate little kisses all over my buttocks. His hands stroked their way to the top of my thighs and tickled my balls making me squirm. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my hole as he blew gently against it. All the hair on my entire body stood on end, then I felt his tongue at the top of my cleavage. He licked around it without going near the opening itself. He did this for about a minute and I was beginning to think that it wasn't really clean enough down there for him to go any further. It made me feel a little ashamed, but all of that vanished when he took one big lick from the bottom of my crack to the top then, without warning pushed his tongue as far into my arse as it would go.
"Oh, good Jesus!!" I gasped.
He was wriggling it around inside me, getting me more loosened-up with every movement of his warm tongue. As his one hand stroked the underside of my scrotum, the other had joined his tongue at my rosebud and he eased a finger into me. I was well relaxed now, and he was pushing both his finger and tongue in and out of my anus. My dick felt like it would explode if it got any harder. I didn't dare touch it, knowing I could easily cum just from what he was doing. He stood up and hugged me from behind.
"Ready?" He whispered
"Yes, just go easy, I haven't had that much experience of being on the receiving end."
"S'OK, babe. I won't hurt you unless you ask me to."
He was very reassuring and managed to dissipate all the tension I was feeling as he kissed my neck whilst moving his hands all over my chest. I could feel the moist tip of his cock at my entrance and without needing to use his hands for guidance, he started to gradually push into me. I felt the head pop in and experienced a searing pain that shot straight from my arse to my head and back down again.
"Ouch. Ouch. Ouch." I panted quietly. "Easy!" Chris continued kissing my neck and nibbling my earlobes. The pain subsided after a few seconds and as I felt myself relaxing more I pushed outwards and backed myself onto his cock. It felt amazing!! I shivered when he was all the way inside me, and my legs went a little weak. I twisted my head round and met his lips with mine in a short slow kiss.
"I'm ready now Chris. Go for it. Fuck the arse off me like you promised." I begged.
"Is that an order, sir?"
"Yes, messman. You may begin your stroke. NOW, please."
He slid out almost all the way and eased slowly back in as far as he could. I could feel the pressure of his cock against my prostate and groaned loudly. He must have thought he was hurting me and stopped moving.
"You OK?"
"Oh, that feels fucking lovely Chris! Don't stop."
With that he withdrew again, then thrust himself hard into my body. His cock slammed against the G-spot and I thought I would cum there and then. Chris began to build up a rhythm. He reached an arm around my waist and rubbed the head of my cock with his fingertips. It was literally dripping in pre-cum, and I thought that the rush his fingers were giving me would make me shoot, but he knew exactly what he was doing and stopped before I exploded.
"I'm going to fuck you hard and fast now. Would you like that sir?" He whispered.
I was way beyond the subtle role-play talk, and just panted back at him
"Oh fuck yes! Give it to me Chris, fuck me as hard as you can. I need it."
He built up his pace, and before long was hammering me at an astonishing speed. I felt so much pleasure, that I was having trouble keeping my head together. He was literally driving me crazy as he thrust deep into my arse. With every stroke he managed somehow to hit the spot. I was ready to shoot in no time at all, without even touching myself. His breathing was deep and fast now, and he barely had time to kiss my shoulders between gasps for breath.
"Oh, ... god, yeah. You're gonna make me cum any second, I can't stop it."
"I'm close." He panted "Really close. Just let it happen."
About five seconds later, I felt his arms go tight around my waist and he hugged me tightly as his breathing became erratic. Just the fact of sensing that he was on the brink of cumming, was enough to drive me over the edge. My orgasm came up from the base of my spine and shot into my brain like a bullet. I spurted great gobs of hot spunk all over the pallet of rice, for what seemed like ages.
"Oh, yes! Here I cum. I'm gonna fill you up till it pisses out of your ears." He gasped. His thrusts were completely out of synch now. I could feel his heart pounding against my back as the warmth of his cum filled my arse.
"Oh! ... Oh! ... Nnngggghhh! Jesus! Oh fuck!
We fell forward collapsed in a heap on to the pallet of rice which was soaked in my juices. We said nothing for about two minutes whilst we caught our breath. He stood up, allowing me to do the same, whereupon I turned and hugged him really tight. He kissed my neck and then drew back to look at the inane grin that I was wearing. He was looking at me with a mixture of amusement and affection through those gorgeous brown eyes of his and with his face and chest all flushed from the exertion, he was somehow even more beautiful.
"Jesus, Chris. You're fucking drop-dead-gorgeous, do you know that?"
"Oh, Dave ... stop!" He glanced down at the deck and flushed momentarily deeper than he already was.
"Looks like you may have to condemn half of that rice, though!" I grinned
"Nah, ..." He smiled back "It'll make the rice pudding creamier!"
"Eurghh! Salty rice pudding, that's a nasty thought."
We giggled for a while, then kissed some more before coming to our senses.
"Shit, man." He said "We'd better go back up. If the Old Man doesn't get his kippers I'll be right in the shit!"
"For the second time today!"
"Yeah, except in a bad way. What we just did was really good. At least I thought so."
"Well, the evidence is all over that pallet. I don't think I need to tell you I enjoyed it too.
He threw his uniform on and I jumped back into my boilersuit. I kept my boxers in my hand, using them to wipe down the sacks of rice. The sacks themselves were made of plastic, so none of my spunk would have contaminated the rice inside. I almost felt sorry that the whole crew wouldn't be eating my load as it would be a total turn-on for me. Not so nice for everyone else though. With the possible exception of Chris, who seemed to savour it last time.
Once we were both dressed, we got into the lift and began our ascent back to the loveless reality of the messroom. We held each other as the lift juddered upwards, silently expressing our affection by simply smiling benignly into each others eyes. As the lift stopped, he quickly pecked me on the lips and whispered to me.
"Can I come up again this afternoon?"
"You'd better, or I'm going to be seriously disappointed!" I grinned. "I'm back on watch at four, so I'll be asleep. You can give me a rude awakening, as it were."
"It's a date then. Shit, six whole hours to wait."
I pulled back the door of the lift and we walked out into the servery. Glenn was standing helping himself to some toast and his mouth creased into a wry smile when he saw us.
"Oh yes, ... and just what have you two been up to? You're both glowing somewhat."
"Dave was helping me in the dry store." Chris managed to stutter.
"Yes, I heard you ask him to. However, you appear to have forgotten to bring back whatever it was that you went down there for."
"Yeah, er, ... I had to move something around."
Glenn laughed. "I've never heard it put quite like that before! Don't worry, I won't say fuck-all to anybody." I knew he was just having a laugh. Glenn is a really nice bloke, for a breeder!