Hi, my name is John, 5'10", 85kg, black hair, 6.5" dick. After bumming my way through school, I eventually left with low grades and drifted from dead end job to dead end job. By the time I was 22, I'd got into petty crime and a bad crowd. I had a 'get real' experience when I was threatened with jail after yet another appearance in the magistrates court. I knew I had to turn myself around, or face a wasted lifetime. Sexually, I never considered myself gay, in fact I didn't consider myself anything, probably asexual. Apart from masturbating, I had no sexual experience, other than jerk offs and horseplay in the school showers.
I saw an advert for merchant seamen sailing out of the UK and decided to take the plunge, and applied to become a deck hand, and landed the job. I spent two weeks in basic training before joining the ship, travelling to South Africa and back. We had to be onboard two days before the passengers to prepare the ship. I was met at the quayside by a junior officer and shown to my quarters, a four berth cabin with two bunks. It hadn't occurred to me that I would have to share, and with three strangers. I decided on a top bunk, and unpacked my suitcase, hoping I had brought enough clothes. Over the next two hours, my cabin mates arrived and introduced themselves. Two of them, Steve and Joe were about my age, Jack was in his 40s. The work was hard, and in the first couple of nights we were all very self conscious, sleeping in our underwear and avoiding letting anyone see our privates. By the third night, the unmistakable sounds of masturbating in the near darkness came from different bunks. One started and it turned the others on. In the half light, I could see Joe's hand stroking his shaft. He had a habit of spitting on his hand to lubricate the head. I became obsessed, waiting for him to start. I tried to match him so we could cum together. One night he caught me watching and wanking with him. Instead of being embarrassed, he turned to face me, making a show, using both hands and then scooping up his cum and eating it, so I did the same with mine. I don't know why I'd never done it before, the slight saltiness was quite addictive.
During the day, we put in 12 hour shifts, only breaking for lunch and the occasional coffee. Alcohol for the crew was banned. After dinner, we showered and watched films on TV in the common room with other crew members, who I slowly got to know. If the work wasn't so demanding, it would have been a boring life. One evening I was feeling particularly horny, so I went to bed early and prepared myself for the nightly wank. Luckily Joe came in early as well. He came up to me and said, "I've seen you watching me, do you get a kick out of it?" I started to apologise, but he took hold of my hard knob, the first time anyone else had touched it. He then stood on the bottom bunk and gave me head. I lasted about two minutes and exploded. "Guess you needed that!" He went back to his own bunk and I watched him jerk off. This went on for several days, me getting sucked and watching him toss. Then he invited me to give him head. I was nervous at first, but soon did what comes naturally. His cum was similar to mine.
Another evening he followed me into the shower, "Room for two?" he said, moving in behind me. I turned, and he surprised me by kissing me on the lips under the cascading water. I was so shocked that I opened my mouth and allowed his tongue in. My head was swimming, my first sexual experience. We held one another's cocks, kissing and tossing until we both unloaded. That night in bed, I ran the jerk through my head and tossed again. This went on for several days, meeting in the shower, kissing and jerking, then one evening, he pressed on my shoulders, I knelt and took him into my mouth. he held my head and face fucked me in the shower. I swallowed his creamy cum.
The other two guys, Steve and Jack, got to hear about the goings on, (I think Joe told them). At different times, I sucked each of them, and got head in return. Jack, being older, took longer to cum, and it was more watery. I knew what the next stage would be. The questions were : when, with whom, and would I top or bottom? I hoped it would be Joe, as we really hit it off.
