Sex on the High Seas

Part I – I Sailed With Columbus

The year is 1492. My name is Rodrigo de Jerez.  I live in Ayamonte, near the port of Palos in southern Spain. This is being set to paper several years later. I had this account translated from Spanish to English to reach a wider audience. I was 22 years old at the time. I was, and am, a sailor by trade. I heard from my colleagues that a man named Christopher Columbus, an Italian, was looking for crew members to man three ships. His goal was to sail to India by going west. Everyone thought he was nuts, but he had the financial backing and he was an experienced sailor. I was a little dubious, because nobody knew what might happen. But the pay was good, so I decided to enlist. When I met him, I thought he was a handsome man about forty-one years old. 

            I was assigned to a ship named Santa Maria, the largest of the three ships that Columbus was planning to use. It was 117 feet long. It had a crew of forty men. Most of us slept in the hold in hammocks. Hammocks were more practical. If we slept in bunks, the roll and pitch of the sea would throw us out of bed. But hammocks just sway. The space was so tight that all of our hammocks were side by side. So you can imagine how crowded it was below deck. And many interesting things happened at night down there.  A guy could just reach over and play with his neighbor’s dick, and some did, jerking off each other. Some slept on deck.

We sailed on August 3, 1492. It was to be a long, long voyage. We didn’t get back home until March 5, 1493. Imagine all of those horny sailors going seven months without women.  I had various tasks, mostly janitorial. I helped swab the deck every morning, had polish the ship’s brass bell and so on.

Our ship’s cabin boy was named Pedro de Terreros. Every ship has a cabin boy. He had to help the cook, serve the officers and do other errands. Pedro was 18 and somewhat effeminate. Many of the crew wanted to get into his boy pussy, and he complied willingly. At night eight or ten guys would fuck the shit of him. Some were loud comers, and I could often watch the action because of the moonlight coming through porthole. Other guys would jerk off to what was happening. I’m not a rear end man, so I didn’t participate in this sport.   

For some reason, Pedro de Gutierrez, the chief steward, took a liking to me. He often invited me to his tiny cabin, and even offered to suck my dick, which I gladly accepted. That kept me sexually satisfied during our voyage.

[N. B. This story is pure fiction. But the names of persons mentioned are authentic and accurate. – MM]

Part 2 – Sex on a WW II Troop Ship 

My name is Rodney Jones. My nickname is Rod, and yes, I have a big rod. I was born and raised in California. I am 5 feet eleven inches, blond hair, blue eyes, and a fairly decent body. I think I’m good-looking. A few others do too.

 I was drafted at the end of December 1941, just after the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor. Since I am gay, I was frightened to death that someone would find out, although I am butch-acting. I was sent to boot camp in California for nine weeks. It was rough. After basic training, we were told that we would be shipping out. But they didn’t reveal our destination. We left the port of Los Angeles in late February of 1942. It quickly became obvious that we were headed westward, into the Pacific

Our troop ship was a converted luxury passenger liner. It had 10,000 guys, sleeping 39 guys to a cabin, in three bunk stacks. It was crowded. We showered in an area that accommodated at least 40 guys at a time, with an adjoining toilet.

There were lots of things to do to pass the time. We had a movie theater, a bowling alley, and a library. I was never much into movies, except that I loved watching the old comedies, even those before talkies. After 3 or 4 days I became restless and horny. I decided to explore other parts of the ship. To my great surprise, I came upon a men’s room not connected to a shower room.

When I entered, it was like a beehive. There were 6 guys waiting to get into the five toilet stalls, all occupied.  Somehow the atmosphere was electric. “This is interesting,” I said to myself. Meanwhile, strange noises wee coming from the toilet booths. It sounded like somebody was getting a blowjob. I could see a pair of feet standing right up against the wall between two stalls. This made me get hard. Then I noticed that the other guys waiting were aroused as well.

Naturally I had to wait my turn, which took 15 minutes. I didn’t want to leave until I had a chance to see what was inside the stalls. Finally it was my turn, and I went into the third stall from the left. To my amazement, I saw a glory hole on both sides of the stall. “On a troop ship?” I thought. I was flabbergasted. I immediately lowered my fatigues and sat down. It just so happens that I love glory holes. I looked though each hole, and there were two guys playing with already-hard cocks. They were both cute studs. One had a nice big dick, the other one just average. I felt like I had struck gold. I didn’t recognize either guy, so I knew I was safe.

I wasted no time in putting my mouth to the hole for the bigger of the two dicks. He stood and shoved it through immediately. While I was sucking him, the guy on the opposite side hissed through his stall hole, and pushed his dick through. I gave him a little oral attention, just to get him more excited, and went back to work on the first one. He soon came, so I guess my technique is OK.

Big dick got up and left. Immediately a guy in his late 30s took his place. “Must be an officer, I thought.” I couldn’t tell, because he was in civvies. He looked through his hole and I showed him my rod. He stuck his tongue thru, and I wasted no time in giving him what he wanted. He was a superior cocksucker, and being so horny, I got my rocks off fast. Then I went back to work on the not-very-patient guy that I had teased a bit, and who watched me getting blown. I’m sure he was desperate. He too came fast. I decided that I had had enough for the day and left. I decided to return the next day or more fun.

And so it went until we reached our destination, which turned out to be Australia, of all places. I wish that we had been sailing to the moon, so that I could get my daily sex ration for months.