Your Day in the Barrel

There weren't only men on this ship. There was one woman on it. But she wasn't exactly available either.

Valerie finished her swabbing duties in the hallway, pumped the water out of the bilge, and headed back below deck, turning the oil lamp on in her deep cabin. Picking up a pen from her drawer, she brought it to the calendar on her wall, marking an X over Thursday and looking at the welcoming circle she had drawn on Monday.

Monday, when Lina was coming aboard.

With a calm sigh, Valerie settled into bunk and picked up the book on her nightstand: "Tales of Anne Bonny and Mary Read". As she went through the story, she listened to the usual weekly sounds through the wall, the licks and moans and booming grunts of unrestrained happiness - unrestrained love.

She smirked.

Soon, those sounds were going to be them.

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The dull ache came through Bastien's balls as he walked up to the barrel. He took a breath and reached for the neck of his uniform, pulling it over his head.

As Bastien undressed, the oil lamps on the walls threw dramatic glimpses of his muscles into view. Mikey ogled his calves, then his biceps, probably capable of lifting two or three of him. Sam looked at his smooth ebony torso, both pecs and abs defined by tight grooves.

He paused just briefly, then pulled off his britches. Sam scanned the docker's shaft, the little patch of black hair on his base, and then he looked underneath, and his eyes widened.

"You've got balls like a bull!" he spoke up.

Bastien's sack was small and compact, but inside were an enormous, hard pair of nuts. They pushed the skin outward, flattening the wrinkles, bending the sack into the shape of a heart. Sam patted them firmly, and he groaned, feeling the tightness and the pressure.

"Fuck, that is so lovely," said Mikey. "Go get your prize."

"Come over," beckoned Alan from the back of the room, wiggling a finger out of the hole, making sucking and kissing sounds. The other crewmen were nodding, cheering silently.

Bastien flushed. With all this attention focused on him, he was having trouble getting it up. He leaned against the barrel on his hip bones, trying to angle his shaft inside, but it simply flopped over. Sam caught on right away.

"Hey, Bass - do you want to get warmed up first?"

"I - I wouldn't mind," replied the docker. Sam walked to his side and looked into Bastien's eyes, the look of a friendly bear cub. The black man slowly wrapped his arms around Sam's shoulders, then they pushed their faces together in a passionate kiss.

No shame was on Bastien's face, only the gaping mouth and half-open eyes of a man swept away by pleasure. Sam removed his loose pants again and cuddled against the young sailor's leg, letting him feel his scraggly curls of bear fur while his tongue ferreted around his face, filling Sam's curly beard with licks and smooches. Mikey immediately stripped and moved in, taking his place behind the ripped ass of Bastien, necking him from behind with his tongue. The big man was now the little spoon.

The two older crewmen's semi-hard, dripping cocks slid around on Bastien's thick legs, leaving shiny trails on the skin. At last, he himself was hardening. Sam cuddled him, giving him another big masculine kiss, and he reached full stiffness, full display of that hard, gently downward-curved shaft, which he stepped into the center of the room and let everyone admire.

He had a surprisingly pale head, pink-tan and coated with white precum. The head stuck out of his foreskin and hooked back upwards, giving the receiver access to the tight string of his frenulum.

Bastien flicked his fingertip against his swollen balls. Immediately the ache hit, and he groaned again.

"Listen how desperate he is," said the mechanic, much quieter than before. "I can tell how badly you need to cum, Bass. Go up there and just try it. It'll be fun."

"Pump all that seed out," said the chef.

The docker stood at attention, facing the barrel. He spread his legs to get his dick down to the level of the hole, then inserted himself, and just as he did, Alan kissed his frenulum, and a firework exploded in his brain. His breath caught abruptly, his eyes almost rolling back, and he half-swore, half-drooled.

"Did you like that?" whispered Alan. Bastien only laughed. Briefly he felt a finger against his soft glans, which came to his piss slit and spread the slickness of his precum all over. Then the tongue began to twist and lap around his moistened tip skin. The first mate tasted this new recruit, and he had a remarkable taste, very clean and fresh and robust, so much more intense than the older guys weakened by years of whiskey and tobacco.

The pressure of Alan's boner was painful now - actually painful. Compulsively, he pulled his britches off himself as he sucked Bastien's tip and upper shaft, kicking them into the very stern of the keel. Alan stuck his hard pecker between the planks his stomach lay on, letting it point at the floor. Much better.

Bastien was climbing fast, and Mikey and Sam looked on with awe. He turned to the chef and mechanic, an adorable look in his eyes.

"I've been missing out on so much. Merci beaucoup," he intoned.

"Now you can get caught up. This is the life of a sailor," said Mikey.

He turned to Sam for a second.

"Hey, can you -"

But his voice cut off suddenly as he gave another yelp of pleasure. Alan intensified his sucking, now deepthroating his whole curve. Between labored breaths, he spoke.

"Can you - can you rub - the spot under my balls - like you did - what's it called again?"

"Perineum," Mikey chimed in.

"Sure," answered Sam. Approaching from behind, he spread apart the man's compact glutes, lifted his nuts, and began to knead his fist over the flesh behind them. More lightning bolts of pleasure surged through Bastien. He kept vocalizing, letting out rapid strings of French curses, then happy sighs, sucking air through his teeth while he humped.

Bastien had a sensitive spot just outside his prostate, and when Sam found it, he jolted from the sensation. The bear sank his finger into the sweet spot, rubbing it under pressure, and the man's voice shot into a full-on roar. And at that very same moment, Alan's tongue found his long frenulum again, administering a precision lick.

The muscleman yanked himself out of the barrel, turning towards Mikey and Sam, almost jumping, and within that same half-second, he was howling. Bastien's penis erupted as if a faucet had been opened, and missiles, projectiles, of cum shot across the warehouse toward the crates. The hooked end of his glans arrowed straight up at the ceiling, sending the sperm flying further than any of them could have thought possible.

Bastien stamped his feet and shook his body back and forth, throwing a pure tantrum of pleasure, while his giant nuts drained themselves. The floor a foot in front of him was painted with a thick line of white.

"Fuuu-uuuuu-uuuu-uuuuuck..." he moaned for two minutes afterwards, still hyperventilating. Mikey kissed him on the lips, exchanging a happy, noble smile with him.

"Welcome to the high seas," he said.

"Ahem, hem."

The loud cough came from the stern, and the three men all faced the barrel. They heard shuffling sounds. Then a small, pink, circumcised tip poked its way out of the hole, and after it came a beautiful engorged shaft.

"I hope you all liked the help I gave you tonight," said the voice of the first mate.

"Now, which of you capable young lads wants to help return the favor?"