Your Day in the Barrel

"Get over here," Hamish growled.

The two other men drew near to the powerful docker, who lubed up their cocks one by one, then grasped them in separate hands. His feet were spread apart, his own freshly drained balls swaying back and forth while he beat their meats.

Steven sniffed the air, and his hard-on bulged harder. Like Mikey, he possessed the chef's finely tuned sense of smell. Which wasn't always a good thing - there were many, many things on the ship that smelled bad. But right now, Mikey wanted all the sensations he could get.

A look of lust and passion was in his eyes, and when he turned to Steven he saw the same look in his. They pursed their mouths into a deep kiss again, petting and stroking at each other's upper bodies.

"Uhm, uhm."

The cough behind them was quiet, but it was deep as a foghorn. Pulling out of his boss's embrace, Steven craned his neck to see a figure standing in the doorway, dressed in the shabby grey outfit of the cadets.

Mikey remembered him straight away. He was the chub who had shown up to watch on the cadets' first night aboard. Bernd was his name, and like most of the new recruits, he worked a thankless engineering job, servicing the boilers down in the musty depths of the ship. He must have come over here on a work break.

"You lads are gorgeous. I would love your help tonight," he whispered.

"We'd be glad to," said Mikey. "Go ahead and take off your kit."

"How fast has the day gone? It's not time yet, is it? I thought it was after dinner -"

"Do you want it to be time, sweetie?" Mikey replied, grinning.

The engineer shrugged his shoulders and began to unbutton his vest. He was horny as all hell. Steven and Mikey looked on, each stroking both themselves and one another, while they watched Bernd's body emerge, his large belly, his lightly haired man-breasts, and the sensitive nipples in their centers.

Hamish moved to Bernd's side, untying his waistband. His britches slid down around his ankles, setting free his wide layer of pubes and the thick ramrod projecting out from beneath. The three of them were all ready to jump in.

The lamplight glared over the cadet's pale skin, throwing his lips and nipples into a rosy, fiery glare. He lifted his legs, aiming them high in the air. Encouraged now, Mikey stepped forward and joined the action, kneading both his fingertips and his body structure into the cadet's leg, hip bone and side. Bernd could feel Mikey's boner pushing at him, followed seconds later by the docker's dripping, limp shaft stroking into the other while he made out with him, scratching his red beard across his expansive, sweaty neck and across the other way again.

"But - but - I have a bit of a problem," said Bernd. He slowly brought his hand to his dick, and as he pulled the skin back, he winced in pain. He had an awkwardly huge mushroom head, which bunched up inside the skin, and all around its side walls were hot, red abrasions.

"Ouch," said Mikey. "That looks like it hurts."

"I think I've been using the barrel with too much - too much force," he admitted. "I'm rubbing too hard."

"Aye," he recalled, from personal experience. "That exact thing does tend to happen if you don't take it easy."

"And our contraption?" he chuckled. "Turns out it's best to put lube in it first."

"Could we perhaps blow you?" asked Hamish.

"Honestly, that would probably sting more than the hand..."

A trusty smile lit up Steven's face. "I think there may be a solution," he told Bernd. "Lie down on your back. Or - actually - hang on one mo' -" The apprentice's muscular leg began to shuffle around the floor, gathering up the shirts and britches that were strewn around, forming them into a soft pile. Then he guided Bernd's arms downwards, helping him stretch out flat on top of the pile.

He crouched down behind the young chub, and he stroked once at the exposed back of his nuts, making his sack tense up. Then he lifted the sack and brushed his fingertips around on the delicate skin just in front of Bernd's anus, which was clenching and tremoring while he grunted continuously. While his fingers poked and probed at his balls, Steven's thumb moved in a tighter circle. It dug in on one tiny spot in his taint until he felt a small, hard bump, and right there he pressed in.

Bernd snorted like a bull. Then he broke down into sighs. This felt like the best handjob of his lifetime - a handjob that rubbed at him directly from the back, from the root. The chef was staring with a dropped jaw. He had never seen someone succeed at this, and here was this lad - this stranger - pulling it off casually on his first try.

"You've hit his prostate!" Hamish shouted.

Sweat was erupting from Bernd's forehead now, and Steven gradually eased off, giving the others a fair turn. Hamish was planting kisses and hickeys all over his neck while Mikey lightly massaged his nipples, and they both swayed in and out, shuffling around and letting him feel their bodies.

The chub's dick was waving in the air above his body, straight and rock-hard with a prominent vein. He was straining like a weightlifter, trying with all his might to edge for just one second longer while the chef and the docker brought him closer. It was no use. He was climbing. His grunt became a whine, and for Steven it was the signal. With the rounded pad of his finger, he pushed in. Bernd gasped for breath, and then he was kicking his legs in the air while Steven milked his prostate faster and faster still.

A little more pressure there, and then the chub's happy shrieks were filling the air while the lightning tore through him from the inside. The head of Bernd's penis swelled up before the men's eyes, and out of it came his hot abundance of sperm, flowing down over the surfaces of his shaft and across his pubic curls like a thick, white, bubbling waterfall.

For Mikey and Steven, the sight was too much. Standing side by side and staring down at Bernd, they lifted their arms to their cocks and began to pump, jacking at the same time in a manly rhythm of love. The black-haired man's teeth were set in a smile as he stroked on his sleeve of skin. Now the blond was bending lower, burying his nose into Bernd's hairs. Sniffing carefully, he breathed in the sweat and hormones of the younger lad, setting fireworks off in his brain.

Mikey was at the brink. He shifted his nose, and right there and then he got a mighty, concentrated whiff of Bernd's cum, and he bolted upright. Letting out short, sharp howls, he shot his load across Bernd's hip bone and flank. There was quite a bit of seed in him, and it dribbled down from Bernd's body, running onto the pile of cloth. Steven could smell its fruity odor on the air while he stroked himself, mixed in with the different but pleasing scents of the chub.

"Do you like to kiss, Steven?" asked Mikey quietly.

"Yes, I do," Steven answered. "In fact, I'd say kissing is the best part of any -"

He didn't finish his sentence, for the head chef bounded in on him, interlocking his tongue with Steven's and sucking against his lips. They kissed passionately for almost a full minute, looking with hot lust in each other's eyes while the apprentice kept rubbing himself. Off to the side, the chub was on his feet again, standing beside the burly bear. They looked eager to watch, but they were limp. They had been fully satisfied.

"I'm very sensitive in one spot," said Steven. "I have to leave it for the very end." His hand grasped his foreskin, and finally he drew it back, revealing the shining amethyst of his cock head.

"Pleasure it," said Steven. "Finish me."

"Yes, Mike! You're the best cocksucker!" cried Hamish.

Hmm. He had been planning to use his hand, but - that would work too. "May I?" whispered Mikey, and getting back a nod, he dropped to his knees in front of his new employee. Bringing his tongue to Steven's prick head, he licked it back and forth, then across in the other direction and around the edges. Behind it sat a gently diagonal flare, which the blond rubbed his mouth all around, giving it tiny, fine kisses.

Steven's knees were bent, his legs locked and writhing back and forth while he approached his climax. Mikey captured the head into his lips and started sucking, and Steven burst out into a high, unrestrained squeal while his sperm pumped into Mikey's mouth, thick and creamy with a powerful, salty flavor. The head chef savored it, hugged Steven again and smooched him on the lips, letting him take in his own taste.

Bernd and Hamish were cleaning up now, needing to get back to work, but the two others stayed locked together in each other's arms. They loved getting off - and helping others get off. An incredible lightness passed through Mikey while they shared a final kiss. He'd had this kind of feeling in his dick many times. But this - this was in his heart.

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Nightfall was setting in now. Mikey and Steven were downstairs in the mess hall in front of all the other rowdy souls, passing around plates of the cracker-and-cheese appetizers they had prepared from the new cargo.

A clanging sound rang out across the room. Tapping on his vast beer mug, the familiar figure got to his feet. "Attention," said his grizzled voice.

Once the silence set in, he spoke again.

"It is with both regret and pleasure," said Captain Blackheart, "that I announce that I will be retiring."