Hard Dicks and Swollen Balls at Sea

George walked down the pier with trepidation. It was a beautiful, bright and sunny summer day, and his long, golden locks and exposed blond chest hair shined in the afternoon sun. George had just turned 19, but looked like he was at least 25. Tall, with an athletic chest and a square jaw, he stood out on the pier, holding all of his life’s positions in a large satchel on his back. George slowed his pace to push his thick dick, which was getting pinched as it went down his right trouser leg, to a different position. George’s cock was massive. It was a legend amongst his peers, and he had been pursued by countless women because of it. And yet, George was still a virgin. George told people he was waiting to find his wife so he wouldn’t offend Jesus--an answer his parents had loved. But in reality George wasn’t interested in women. Men on the other hand…

George reached into his trousers and pulled his flaccid but monstrous trouser snake up out of his pant leg. Though he was trying to be discreet, he noticed a sailor about his age staring at him from across the sidewalk. The sailor--with brown curly hair and green eyes, smiled mischievously. George blushed, and locked eyes, causing blood to flow into his cock, slowly pushing back down his pant leg. Frustrated, George threw his satchel down and used it as cover to reach into his trousers and pry his cock out of his pant leg, bunching it back into his breaches uncomfortably. He looked away from the sexy sailor and thought of unsexual things--his parents’ farm, the nuns in his village, etc. 

George took a deep breath and threw the satchel back on his back. He was close. George couldn’t believe this is what his life had come to. He had passed this part of the pier repeatedly as a child, and seen the men down on their luck with all their possessions on their back signing up for a hard life at sea. But he had never thought he would be one of them. And yet here he was. Both his parents dead from plague. Their farm gone to his elder brother. No income and no skills, other than tall good looks--George had nowhere to go but the sea.

George surveyed the ships at berth, and spotted a man of authority standing in front of a large, three-masted ship. The man was tall--George’s height, or at least 6’2’’--had broad shoulders, salt-and-pepper black hair and beard and appeared to be at least 40. His quads were thick, making his pants bulge at their seams.

The man noticed George’s gaze, and cocked an eyebrow. George walked up to him slowly.

“Are you looking for a sailor?”

The man stood, steely-eyed and expressionless. But somehow George felt a warmth from him.

“Have you any experience with knots?” He asked.

“Tons.” George replied, with a smile, repositioning a golden lock that had fallen in front of his eyes. And then George noticed the man looking down. George was aware that his dickhead had started to trail down his trousers again.

“Prisoners being transported to Australia. We have a crew of 20 but need at least another. We’re sailing tomorrow. It’s a 6 month journey. If you make it I’ll give you 10 guineas. 12 if you return. Though a lot of lads want to stay down under once they get there.”

“Sounds fair.” George smiled, trying to mask his nervousness.

“We’re looking for someone tough. You’re going to be stretched out there. Will you be able to take it?”

George was staring at the man’s bulge, trying to ascertain if it was growing from its already impressive size, or whether that was just his wishful thinking.

“Yes.” He stammered, realizing the man noticed him staring at it.

“Good boy.” The man shifted positions, giving a better view of his bulge. George could clearly make out the outline of was a massive dick head--a shield really. George couldn’t look away--it looked like the biggest dickhead he had ever seen.

“Ok.” He stammered.

They both stood there. The man raised his eyebrow and motioned.

“After you, my lady.”

George blushed and advanced up the gangplank.

The man followed very closely behind. As George took in the man’s fragrant musk, the man himself was looking down, transfixed by George’s perky ass filling out his trousers.

“I’ll show you your bunk. Tomorrow morning we receive our cargo. We will leave by afternoon. I’m Dylan. You’ll be taking orders from me. But mostly from Josh.” He told George from behind.

As they arrived on deck, George paused to take it all in--the tall masts, the bustling and complex deck, filled with muscled sailors scurrying about reading the ship. Dylan cupped George’s bubble ass and pushed him towards a door going below deck, noting how firm and supple the youth’s butt was in the process. George’s cock perked again in response to Dylan’s touch, as they left the bright deck to go to the crew quarters below. It was a small, tight room with a table, followed by a hallway with several hammocks strewn into alcoves along the wall.

“Wait here for Josh, he’ll tell you which hammock is yours.”

“OK, thank you.” George dropped his satchel.

Dylan stood there uncomfortably, staring into George’s eyes.

“And what’s your name?”

“George.”

George blushed again, and held out his hand. His dick was swelling.

Dylan looked down.

“You’ll do well on shore leave with that thing lad.” Dylan winked, and reached out and squeezed Dylan’s cock head. “Fuckin massive!” Dylan laughed, his coarse fingers on his huge hand surveying the outer reaches of George’s tool, now engorging with blood. “Fuck I think it’s getting bigger.” Dylan laughed deeply, and withdrew his hand.

“I’m sorry.” Joshed blushed and looked down, his mind racing as he could feel his massive cock producing precum.

“Oh no my boy.” Dylan laughed more. “Glad to have ya. And I’ll be giving the ladies a run for their money too ya know. I’ve never met a sailor who’s got me beat in that department, ya know.” Dylan reached down and wriggled his own massive bulge, exposing the imprint of his impossibly large dickhead once again. 

George stammered--he didn’t know what to say.

Dylan came in closer to George, their massive chests now touching, and reached around and gave his pert ass a pat, pausing for a moment with his fingers close to where he thought George’s hole would be, buried between the muscular cheeks.

“Welcome aboard.” He sneered, and turned to go, in the process their two bulges rubbing against each other, electrifying George.

George was breathless as the muscled hulk walked back up to the deck. He squeezed his ass at the thought of this adonis of a man cupping his cheeks. His dick was now rock-hard, and a visible pool of precum was growing in his trousers. He dropped his satchel and made a snap decision to jerk off before his other superior Josh arrived. He knew his own body--once he had gotten this far he would be leaking and hard until he came. He was so horned up it would only take a couple strokes. George walked over to a bucket in the corner, and popped open his trousers, sending his thick and huge member bouncing from side to side, sending precum dancing in the air and falling onto the floor. He grabbed the base of his shaft and stroked it, sending a shiver up his spine. He closed his eyes and thought of Dylan--his square jaw, the bulge in his pants around his quads, the massive dick head. He imagined him pushing his finger into his ass, parting the muscular cheeks. 

“You must be the new recruit.” Said a voice playfully from behind.

George was startled and turned. A beautiful brunette man about his age stood staring with a smirk.

The man shook his head in disbelief and smiled. “It’s even more impressive than I had imagined.” He said.

With a shock, George realized this was the sailor at the pier--the one who had seen him adjust himself.

“Who are you?” Asked George, still holding his massive erect member, sticking out of his pants, a strand of precum dangling from it.

“I’m Josh.” Josh smiled. Josh was a little under six feet, and was muscular but lithe and significantly less bulky than George.

“I’m sorry sir, I was just going to rub one out before I began.” George smiled sheepishly, as he attempted to stuff the rigid cock back into his fly.

“Not a problem sailor. We all need to release, I get it. No keep it out, come I’ll show you to your hammock, it’s right over here. You can finish there.”

“Uhh, okay.” George thought the request to keep his dick out was odd, but didn’t want to seem fussy to his new superior. He followed him, his massive erect penis swaying, in danger of grazing Josh’s pert, full bottom right in front of him as he walked. Josh showed him to an alcove with a hammock and a small porthole. George was hovering at the entrance of the small alcove, afraid to enter lest he brush up against Josh with his swollen member. Josh grinned at George, and got down on his knees.

“Come in and close the curtain, what’re you waiting for?”

George stammered, unsure what was happening, but didn’t want to disobey this man who apparently was his supervisor. George walked into the alcove and closed the flimsy curtain behind him. His cockhead was just inches away from Josh’s handsome face. He could feel Josh’s breath on his dick, and it made his dick bounce. Without warning, Josh took the massive dick in his mouth, in fact down his throat, with his face up against George’s golden pubes. George exploded with pleasure, and almost lost his footing. He had never had his cock sucked, let alone deep throated. He braced the side of the room for support, as Josh began making gagging noises, his throat visibly bulging with all of Geroge’s meat--George could feel the throat that was barely containing his massive shaft tighten and convulse. Josh came up for air, gasping, with trails of precum and saliva hanging from his mouth to George’s dick. Josh locked eyes with George.

“Don’t worry lad, I’ve never met a dick I couldn’t swallow outright. Usually I don’t gag but this is a whopper.”

Josh smiled and went down for more, forefully throat fucking this monster, thick curved-up dick, slowly tugging at George’s large balls. George was moaning in pleasure, his eyes rolled up. He was trying hard not to blow his load down his boss’ throat.

Josh came up for air again noisily. He stood up in the cramped quarters, dropped his breaches and turned around, exposing a beautiful ass with a dusting of brown hair.

“Go on now, be a good lad and breed me.” He said, teasingly.

George’s dick was still twitching--he had almost cum down Josh’s thoat. He certainly didn’t know what to do next.

Josh reached around and spread his plump cheeks, exposing a beautiful brown puckered asshole with thick lips that looked surprisingly moist--George thought he could almost look into the hole it seemed so open and loose.

“Don’t be shy, this hole is better than any pussy you’re going to find I guarantee it. And it won’t make you any less of a man.”

George hesitated still. So Josh took one arm and guided George’s massive cockhead towards his puckered hole, and moved backwards. George gasped as Josh’s dickhead opened without much resistance, exposing his massive dick head to a warm, hot hole. Josh rocked back and forth, pulling the dickhead out of the hole and back in.

“Good man. Now breed.” Josh commanded.

“Ok.” George finally spoke. Instinctually, he thrust his entire dick into Josh, which made a wet slurping noise. George was in bliss with his eyes closed, feeling Josh’s warm insides around his member. Josh let it marinate in him for a couple moments, then pulled all the way out. A loud sloppy, sucking noise could be heard as the massive dick pulled out of his hole. George looked down and noticed he had a gooey white fluid all over his pubes, and there was a string of it hanging off the tip of his dick. Josh’s hole was quivering open and closed, and a huge gob of semen pushed out of it, slowly trailing down his muscular taint. George was waffling between bliss from the electric feeling of Josh’s hole and disgust at the sight and smell of what was obviously someone else’s load.

Josh sensed Geroge’s hesitation. “Hope you don’t mind mate. I had a productive afternoon at the piers.” He laughed. “It just goes to show you, plenty of men of fucked this hole. Perfectly normal. No need to be shy.”

Josh reached around and scooped the semen away from his hole, putting it in his mouth and swallowing happily. He turned around and quickly got back on his knees, sucking up the fragrant semen from George’s golden pubes, then quickly and noisily deep throated George again, slowly pulling his head back from his massive cock with his lips around the dick. It came out clean.

He turned around and bent over and pulled his cheeks apart.

George stood breathing heavily, staring at this recently fucked hole in front of him. He was confused and horrified, but also had a strong desire to rut this slut in front of him. He instinctively knew what to do. He grabbed hold of Josh’s slim waste, aligned his dick head with the fuck hole in front of him, and thrust in. Josh gasped. A beautiful warmth enveloped George’s dick. He didn’t take long to enjoy it before he started mercilessly fucking Josh, as hard as he possibly could. Loud slapping sounds could be heard as George’s full balls slapped against Josh’s. Josh moaned in pleasure bared down on George’s cock in his hole, causing George to moan in pleasure and fuck harder. The slapping noises had become sloppy again, as globs semen were expelled from the sides of Josh’s stretched hole. George closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look at the cum flying onto his pants and shirt, but the smell of it filled his nostrils, causing his balls to boil--he let out a scream and pushed as hard as he could into Josh before erupting an enormous load deep into his bowels. George fell down onto Josh’s arched muscled back, gasping and sweaty.

“Good lad.” Josh said, and reached back and patted George’s thigh. He bared down again on George’s dick, his hole becoming surprisingly tight given how loose it was in the beginning of the rut.

Josh separated from George’s still hard cock, sending globs of semen dripping down onto the floor. Unfazed by the mess, Josh put his trousers back on and turned around, brushing up against George’s cock.

“I’m gonna have fun with that. There’s a bucket down the hallway I suggest you clean up. Dinner is in an hour.”

Josh quickly left without fuss, leaving George breathing heavily, staring at the mess of spunk all over him, his massive semi flaccid cock and his new tiny room. What a way to begin his career at sea!

* * *

The next day the prisoners were loaded and they set sail for Sydney. The work was hard and the days were long, but George soon found himself falling into a routine. Above all, he had been afraid he would be lonely on a ship in the middle of the ocean, but George instantly felt a comraderiery with most of his fellow sailors, at least the ones below deck. Josh in particular George was smitten with. Whenever he walked by George’s cock would jump--sometimes Josh would tease him, pushing his beautiful cheeks against the trouser snake bulging out of one leg of his pants, or winking at him from across deck.

However, George soon learned that he wasn’t Josh’s only paramour on the ship. The first night George had awoken not long after falling asleep to sounds that seemed like they might be moaning and slapping. George was intrigued but went back to bed, thinking it was none of his business. The second night, George heard the slapping and moaning again, not long after everyone retreated into their hammocks. George was certain someone was getting fucked--he suspected Josh, but fought jealousy and willed himself back to sleep.

The third night the slapping returned, and it was making George’s cock rock-hard. Dying to try and get a peak of what was happening, he decided to pretend like he had to go to the pisser; George got up and turned the hallway, and saw two of his fellow sailors standing in what looked like a line in front of Josh’s alcove. George walked up sheepishly. Both of the other sailors looked up, but didn’t seem to acknowledge his presence, looking down again quickly. He recognized these two--Jimmy, a shorter scrawnier lad with a hard face but lightning-quick reflexes, and Bill, a slightly heavier brunette man with a barrel chest.

No sooner could George ascertain what was happening, when the clapping nearby reached a crescendo, along with a muted cry. The curtain to Josh’s alcove opened. A huge presence stepped out of the alcove, and Josh instantly made eye contact with Dylan, the older hunk who had enlisted him. Dylan was still getting dressed, and his dick was hanging perpendicular to his body. It was thick and long--easily the biggest dick George had ever seen, longer and thicker by at least two inches than George’s. Dylan wiped his massive tool on a towel, and then shook the now semi-flaccid member, sending streams of semen onto the floor.

“Careful lads, he’s sloppy tonight.” Dylan laughed, then pushed past the two waiting in front of George.

Barrel-chested Bill smirked, then entered the alcove. Dylan walked up and stopped at George. George could smell the rum and sex on his beard. Being this close to Dylan made George’s knees wobbly. 

“I see you’re losing no time in figuring out who the local strumpet is eh?”

George blushed and chuckled, unsure of what to say.

“His cunt isn’t as good as the local whores at the dock, but if you close your eyes and think of pussy, it’s almost the same lad.”

Again, George laughed nervously, unsure what to say. Slapping could be heard from Josh’s alcove. It reached a crescendo and stopped, and the sounds of clothes being put back on were followed by big Bill exiting and walking past them both hurriedly. Dylan paid no mind to him, and as scrawny Jimmy went in next, Dylan leaned even closer into George.

“You know lad, this boat could use another whore. Josh over there has a beautiful feminine ass, but by half past ten it’s too sloppy for my taste.”

Dylan reached behind George and put his massive hand down George’s pants. George froze as Dylan parted his muscular cheeks and pushed a finger directly against his asshole.

“Now there’s a man cunt. No mistaking this for a pussy like Josh’s eh.”

George was both terrified and thrilled. He didn’t push back against Dylan, which Dylan could sense, but he wasn’t at all sure what he was doing. He’d never imagined getting fucked, let alone by the biggest dick in England.

Dylan began playing with George’s hole as they stood there, amidst the clapping and moaning emanating from behind the curtain–Jimmy rabidly fucking Josh. George let out a little gasp as Dylan pushed his finger past his hole and into his rectum, just a bit.

Dylan looked around, and seeing no one else coming to line up, he whispered into George’s ear, “Why don’t you get on your knees and get a little taste?”

George was uncertain, but Dylan pushed him down to his knees. Dylan opened his trousers back up, and his massive dick, rock hard again, popped out and hit George on the side of the face. George took a whiff of semen and another smell that he remembered from fucking Josh--the smell of Josh’s hole.

“Go ahead, open up.” Dylan taunted George.

Trusting his elder superior, George opened his mouth. George angled the monster at his mouth and pushed in. George could barely fit the dickhead inside of his mouth, and as Dylan pushed back it hit against the back of his airways. Dylan grabbed Josh’s skull.

“Angle it lad, open up and relax and let me do the work.”

Through a trick of positioning unclear to George, Dylan angled George’s skull and pushed down, allowing his massive member to push it’s way all the way down George’s throat. George immediately wretched, but Dylan held down George’s head firmly.

“Calm down lad, I’ll let ya breath in a minute. Feel this fat cock stretching out your windpipe. I told you I had a bigger cock than you lad,” he said playfully.

Dylan kept George’s face flush to his body, with George’s nose smashed up against his pubes and his massive balls resting against his chin. Dylan moaned and then let go of George’s skull, and he pulled back, the massive dick leaving his airways allowing George to gasp for breath. Before George could get too many breaths in, Dylan shoved his dick back in his throat and started mercilessly face fucking George. Dylan’s massive balls were slapping loudly against George’s face. George was horrified but also noticed that his own dick was rock hard, oozing precum all over his pants. He chose to not think of the implications of what was happening and just enjoyed the musky taste of this massive piece of meat in his mouth and throat. The pace of his face fucking was picking up, and George realized scrawny Jimmy was walking past them--finished with Josh.

Dylan looked to Jimmy as he was passing. “Looks like we may have another pussy boy in training here man.”

Jimmy stopped to watch Dlan face fuck George, as George let out a moan and bucked his head back, sending a surprisingly strong spray of semen, given that he had just cum in Josh, directly down George’s throat. George was electrified as the globs of semen went down his throat--he reflexively swallowed though it wasn’t doing much as Dylan’s dick was so far down his throat. Dylan’s warm load was being injected directly into his stomach. Dylan pulled the plunger dick out of his throat, allowing his bruised airways to contract back to their normal size. As he pulled out another glob of thick semen shut out, catching George by surprise and gagging him, sending a frothy wave of cum out of his mouth and down the side of his cheeks as Dlyan pulled out. Dylan’s cum was sweet, and George smiled as he caught his breath.

George realized that Jimmy had been stroking himself watching him suck Dylan.

“Come on lad, have a try on him too.” Dylan said to Jimmy, as his thick cock slowly deflated.

Scrawny Jimmy looked around, then pulled a hard dick out of his pants. It was longer than average, maybe seven inches, but had a skinny shaft with a thick head that looked out of proportion. The dick wasn’t as beautiful as Dylan’s symmetrical can-thick dick, but George was surprised by his strong desire to nonetheless suck this dick that had just been in Josh’s hole. He took the warm dick head in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, and remembering the angle Dylan put his head in, cocked his neck and easily swallowed the dick, throat fucking it for a few thrusts and then moving back to playing with his dickhead with his tongue, which to his surprise immediately pulsed and shot a small but extremely liquid and bitter and warm load directly into George’s eager mouth. Jimmy nervously put his dick away and started to leave as George was still on his knees swallowing repeatedly trying to piece together what had just happened.

Dylan helped pull him up, and then reached over and placed George’s hand around Dylan’s thick flaccid dick. The thing was impressively massive even when flaccid.

“I’m going to make you my pussy boy, George. Just you wait.” Dylan kissed his forehead and George reflexively squeezed the fat cock in his hand.

“Now go breed your boyfriend.” Dylan said playfully, as he put his wet cock back in his trousers.

George took a moment to collect himself. He had never sucked a dick in his life, and he had just sucked two. And he was pretty sure he had just committed himself to being a fairy in front of two of his superiors. George was overcome with worry. But then he remembered the sloppy cunt in the alcove waiting for him--surely the way to prove that he wasn’t a fairy was to give this pussy the breeding of a lifetime. George smiled and walked confidently into the alcove, which reeked of semen.

Josh’s beautiful furry tight small but perky ass was bent over his hammock, with streams of cum visible down his brown furry quads.

“How many loads in that pussy?” George asked, invoking Dylan’s swagger and confidence.

Josh looked back, a playful grin on his face.

“I’ve lost track. Half the crew, maybe more.”

There were twenty or so crew, so if Josh were telling the truth there were possibly ten or so loads in his man cunt.

“It sounds like you were taking a few out there as well,” Josh said playfully.

George ignored the comment.  He pulled out his massive dick and his impressive mound of golden pubes.

Josh reached around and spread his ass cheeks, exposing a bruised and puffy looking brown asshole. George whistled in awe. Josh clenched and the puffy hole opened a bit, expelling a thick glob of semen. With Josh’s hole wide open, inviting and pre-lubed with thick cum, Geroge was overcome with a desire to rut. George collected the glob of cum on his massive dick head, then pushed it back into Josh’s warm hole, pushing balls-deep in one sloppy-sounding thrust. Dylan was right, this hole was sloppy, and loose! It easily took Dylan’s massive dick--the second biggest of the crew. George could feel his long thick dick rearranging Josh’s deep insides, marinating with the dozen or so loads in this cum dump’s hole.

Of course this hole is loose, it’s been bred by so many dicks, but most importantly Dylan’s dick--the biggest dick in the world, thought George.

He began to rut him, slowly at first, then picking up the pace, hoping that additional friction would make up for the looseness and the sheer volume of lubricating cum. It was working, and George could feel his balls boiling. Josh started moaning as the pace pitched, his hole convulsing involuntarily under the pressure of being jack-hammered by such a long dick.

George pulled his massive cock out suddenly, wanting to get another look at the wrecked cunt he was fucking. Josh moaned a low guttural moan as George pulled out, his hole prolapsing and gobs of cum shooting out. George felt an overwhelming desire to feed on this cum-soaked prolapse of this hunk of a sailor–he got down on his knees and buried his face in the fragrant prolapse, swallowing several loads of his crew members. George thought he recognized the thick cum that was being pushed out of the depths of Josh’s ass as being from Dylan, or at least had Dylan’s characteristic sweetness to it. George thought lustily about Dylan fingering his own hole, which made him realize how close he was to coming. Josh stood up, his beard wet with cum. With Josh’s sweet hole still prolapsed, he shoved his dick back into the hilt in one big, sloppy thrust. Instantly, screaming George unleashed a jet of semen deep into Josh’s bowels. His dick pulsed for minutes as he collapsed and rested on the back of the sailor who was soon becoming his best friend.

“Did I hear that Dylan is going to fuck you, mate?” Josh asked.

“I think he wants to,” Geroge said, sheepishly, his still-hard cock buried deep in Josh’s sperm-soaked hole.

“Well then I better teach you a thing or two about taking dick, eh?” Josh said playfully.

George laughed, and slowly kissed the back of Josh’s neck.

“Yes, I guess you better.”