As we travelled South, the weather became warmer, and we took to wearing shorts and T-shirts, quite often discarding the shirts. I preferred to go commando to get some air around my junk, besides which, it gave me a permanent semi as the material rubbed against my knob end. We took to working early morning and in the evening to avoid the heat of the day.
Most of our passengers were retired couples wanting to take the slow lane, with a few holidaymakers who preferred not to fly. When I had chance, I'd stop for a chat, happy to show off my bronzed, muscular body. There was only guy in particular that interested me. Jon was still fit in his late 30s and spent his days on deck in tight speedos. He had a fear of flying, so he was combining business with pleasure. We weren't meant to fraternise with the passengers, but he seemed lonely and needed company. After chatting for two or three days, he invited me to his cabin. At the end of my shift, I showered and put clean clothing on, hoping it would soon come off. I knocked on his door and a voice said, "Come in". He was lying on his bed, stroking an impressive stiffy. My cock was rising in my shorts as I approached the bed. "Kiss me", was the next thing he said, so I knelt beside the bed and we snogged, making me get a full erection. With my right hand, I felt for his dick, that already had precum leaking from it. I slowly worked my way down his taught body, kissing his nipples, then following the treasure trail to my goal. Cupping his balls, I swallowed what I could. His hand slipped inside the back of my shorts, and a wet finger found my hole. With a push, it went inside me. It stung to begin with then turned to pleasure as he finger fucked me. I knew I was about to lose my virginity. "Climb on top of me", he ordered. I straddled him, held the base of his penis and guided it into place. He pushed gently up until he burst through my ring. Slowly, I inched my way down until he was completely inside me. "Fuck me, you're tight, is this your first time?" I nodded as I waited for my ass to get used to the violation. I made small movements, gradually increasing them until I was using the whole of his length. We kissed as I rocked on his knob. Then he began to thrust upwards to meet me. I didn't last much longer and blew a massive load over his chest without touching myself, but he carried on, upping the pace, and then holding still as he pulsed his babies into me, my virginity gone.
On getting back to my cabin, the others asked where the fuck I'd been. I tried to find an answer, but I couldn't find an excuse. "Have you been having sex with a passenger?" Joe asked. My eyes gave me away. "You know you're not allowed to go to their cabins, you better tell us what happened, and no lies". I came clean, watching them all rubbing themselves as I told of my first fuck. I was spent, but I knew one or more of them wanted to have me, and I was outnumbered. I stripped off and lay on the floor between the bunks. Joe was the first, lifting my legs high into the air and rimming me. Another new sensation. Then Steve and Jack held my ankles and I took my second cock, with him saying, "I ain't gay, but there's no fanny on board that we can get hold of." He didn't last much longer than Jon, squirting his load into me. Steve was slower and more controlled, enjoying putting on a show. I'd given up all hope of saving my modesty. With a third load inside me, I was turned over so that Jack to do me doggy style, sliding in on a river of cum. He held onto my hips and banged away for seemingly ages, finally pumping yet more cum into me. I'd gone from virgin to whore in a little over an hour. "You're our bitch now. A word to anyone and we'll get you the sack," Jack said. I whimpered "Okay," spunk dribbling from my sore ass. I crawled into my bunk feeling the cum oozing from me, and fell asleep.
I woke to find Joe pulling my duvet off. "I need to fuck you again." I was barely awake, but this time he was much gentler, kissing me and giving me head, before turning me over and pushing into me. I was so tired, I just let him help himself. I showered and went to work, wondering what the fuck I'd let myself in for, knowing we had six weeks of travelling to South Africa and back. I was excited and horrified in equal measure.
I worked hard all morning, then changed and went on deck to sunbathe, pulling my shorts up so that my balls nearly dropped out, and dozed off in the sunshine. I was woken by a hand running up and down my thigh, giving me an erection. I opened my eyes to see Jon smiling at me. "Hi handsome", he said, leaning in for a kiss and grabbing my shaft. Our tongues met, before breaking. Then he asked, "Have you got half an hour spare?" A few minutes later we were naked in his cabin, writhing around on his bed. We got into a sixty nine, munching away on each other. Between sucking, he broke off to say, "I want you to fuck me". This was not the time to tell him I'd never topped, so I worked my way into his crack and rimmed him, then used my finger to open him up, doing all the things he'd done to me. When he started whimpering and moaning I knew I was getting it right. We moved round and he lay on his back with his knees pulled up to his chest. I spat on my dick and positioned myself. "I need you inside me", he said hoarsely, and I pushed into his hole. It felt tight and warm. "Now, fuck me!" I got in the push up position and nature took over. He used his right hand to jerk. "Go harder", he ordered, but I was worried I'd cum too soon. His hand went faster and he sprayed cum everywhere. That was my signal to up the tempo, and a minute later I bred my first guy, collapsing on top of him, kissing like teenagers.
Luckily, when I got back to my cabin, the others were out, so I donned my work clothes, grabbed my cleaning stuff, and went back to work.
