By the time we entered the tropics, it was impossible to do physical work during the day. We started work as soon as it was light, then stopped about 11.00, resuming after dinner. By now, any remaining vestige about being 'straight' had long since gone. With no females to shag, sex thirsty guys happily turned their attentions to me, and I was only too happy to accommodate them. Steve, Joe and Jack became far more relaxed about having gay sex. Unless they were going to wank themselves to death, they didn't have much option, and if they were gonna get the best out of me, they had to treat me right. It was Jack, the older one, who came round to my way of thinking first, happy to kiss and cuddle, if it meant getting his end away. He was also an exhibitionist, and enjoyed fucking me in front of the others. It usually became a matter of getting fucked by the three of them. One afternoon, Jack and Joe had shagged me, but Steve kissed me and said, "You seem to get so much out of bottoming, I wondered if we could swap roles?" The other two couldn't believe their ears. We used my top bunk. Not much room, but a better view for Jack and Joe. I lifted his legs into the air, rimmed him until he was ready, then mounted him, pushing in slowly to give him time to adjust, and the boys to see my cock disappear. With their encouragement, I fucked him slowly, dribbling more saliva onto my penis. When I felt my orgasm approaching, I told him to jerk. He blew a massive load as he had his first cum load inside him. That had made Joe hard again, so he took my place. Having only cum minutes before, they shagged for ages. Steve managed a little more, and I don't know how much Joe fired. From then on, Jack and Joe remained tops, and Steve and I were more versatile. We were completely at ease in each other's company. Even Jack and Joe were happy to give blow jobs, but although the sex was more varied, I was still their plaything, bottoming for them more often than not.
On the day we crossed the equator, they really went for it. In the morning, I knelt, sucking each one in turn, while wanking the other two. I was rewarded with three loads down my throat before I could relieve myself. Protein for breakfast. Before we went to work in the evening, they took it in turns to fuck me, each shagging me for a few minutes before passing my ass to the next one. They went round three or four times, then bred me. After work they had me suck them again This time it took ages. In the end I lay on the floor and they tossed over my face. I greedily scooped it into my mouth, and used some of it as lube to jerk myself.
We sailed further south and the weather cooled and deteriorated. We took to wearing sweatpants and hoodies. I liked this as it showed off their bulges, reminding me what I was in for later. We could also work more during the day, giving us the evenings to have sex, which was on a daily basis, sometimes, when I got lucky, twice a day. I topped maybe twice out of every ten fucks, that was fine by me.
We had three stops in South Africa, Durban, Cape Town and Port Elizabeth. We were allowed onshore once the passengers had disembarked. I thought Durban was quite boring, very industrial, a bit like Rotterdam compared to Amsterdam. We had a few beers in the dockside bars, then returned to the ship for sex. We stopped for two days in Cape Town, allowing us time to explore. The gay quarter is not far from the docks, so we had a little tour of ZerO21, The Crew Bar and ended up at The Shaft Cruise Zone. It was our first visit to such establishments, Jack were reluctant to go in, and needed a little persuasion. In there, I found myself in a sling, with men lining up to service me. I couldn't see whether they were wearing condoms or not, and it didn't occur to me until later. I lost the other three for over an hour, but when I found them, they'd each had sex one way or another, Jack had been sucked in a glory hole, while Joe and Steve had shagged some local guys.
In Port Elizabeth, the three of them went in search of a brothel, saying that they wanted 'real sex', whatever that was meant to mean, while I went to the gay bars. I was sipping a Castle lager, when two burly, black, Africaan guys stood beside me. In a dialect I could barely understand, they said they had a room upstairs, and would I like to join them? Said in a way it was impossible to refuse. One led the way, with me between them, to a dirty, squalid room above the pub. I was forced to my knees and presented with two big black cocks to swallow. While I was down there my hoodie was pulled off. I was lifted and thrown onto the bed. My sweatpants were ripped off. They just dropped their shorts. I looked terrified at their monsters and prayed it wouldn't hurt too much. One of them held my legs up, while the other penetrated and pounded, his garlic breath making me choke. Having shot his load, they swapped. If anything, his mate was even bigger, but no less brutal. I screamed as he humped away. Slowly, the pain turned to pleasure and I dribbled precum. "Wank yourself, you little cunt". I did as I was told, sucking on the dick that had just been inside me. I was bred for a second time and blew a massive load. They handed me my torn clothes and told me to fuck off. Downstairs, I didn't even finish my drink, but made my way back to the ship, hoping no one would notice what a mess I was in.
Back on board, I relaxed in the shower, soaping my painful ass. I was asleep before the others returned, but woken by their drunken singing. "Hey, gay boy, we've had real sex, with women" "I couldn't give a fuck", I replied, and turned away from them.
The trip home was much the same, bloody hard work, and getting abused daily, sometimes twice. All I wanted was to get home and find a job ashore.
