Your Day in the Barrel

The ship lurched abruptly as a wave bore it to one side. The crates in the warehouse quaked, and the three men pivoted to maintain their posture.

When the confusion ended, the three sailors turned their attention back to Alan's penis. A silent pause, and then they were all moving in on it. Sam's hand reached it first, caressing the soft skin of the cut and exposed shaft, then spiralling around it and rubbing it up and down.

"Fuuuuck, yes, Sam," came Alan's voice, low and a little shy. "Come on. All of you, help out."

The young docker lustily set his eyes on Alan's cock tip, which was still not fully hard. He was waiting for Mikey to make the next move. But Bastien had a dreamy smile on his face.

He had found part of himself.

Bastien loved men. He hadn't loved women before - he thought love with anyone at all just wasn't something he would do. But starting tonight, he loved men, and he would not be ashamed of it. He loved the male spirit. He loved the male body, all its hairs and muscles and perfumed hormones. And he loved dicks, and balls, and sperm, the creamy fertile seed of the bull, the stallion.

Being enlisted into this group was no one-night stand, no drunken morning after the pub. There was heart behind this. Passion.

"L-l-let me feel," Bastien blurted suddenly, and brought his hand to Alan's head. Sam shifted over, grasping Alan closer to the base of his shaft. Through the hole in the oak, he could see the beautiful black pubes and the robust pair of nuts of the captain's mate. How he only hoped he would be allowed to pleasure them when they docked somewhere.

Alan made lots of precum, and his cock head was already spattered with the small, shiny dribbles. Bastien rubbed his finger tenderly around its rim, moistening it in Alan's own juices. Within ten seconds, his head boned up. It had a streamlined shape, with long and sensitive vertical flares. He stroked at them from top to bottom to top, savoring this mighty cock, which pulsed, shapeshifted, in time with Alan's heartbeat.

"Hey, Bassss..." lisped the chef. "I hate to cut a good time short, but Alan did say 'All of you'. Move." The young man stepped aside right away, breathing hard, very relieved his job was done for tonight and he had succeeded. Mikey bent his knees, lowering his posture, and he angled his face toward the hole.

"Here she blows," said Mikey.

He hissed, and then he slurped, and immediately he brought Alan into a warm, moist deep-throat, his jaw thudding against the barrel each time he sucked in. Alan helped him, squeezing his hip bones and ballsack further out, until he was face-fucking Mikey's lips in tandem with his blowjob. His tongue and lips worked in time with the jaws too, licking and kissing their way around the remarkable shape of Alan's head.

Breathing hard, Mikey popped the penis out of his mouth. He looked at the tip, dark, blazing purple, and again softening a little. Alan was nearing the point of no return.

"You know, I think I'd like to finish with a handjob," he uttered.

"Go ahead," said the chef to the mechanic, who stepped aside, standing beside the bear and giving him a friendly pat on his big hip. "Finish him."

Sam stood before Alan's shaft, held it high in his right hand for the crowd, and gave it firm thrusts, back and forth. Alan moaned with anticipation.

"Hmmmph... hmmmmmph..."

In the meantime, he lifted his left hand and rubbed Alan's piss slit, getting him newly wet with precum. Then he began to trace and spiral his fingers all over the streamlined head of Alan's penis, pressing in against the narrow creases and nerve bundles.

Everyone smiled as they listened to Alan's deep guttural groans. Suddenly, he grunted once.

"HMPH-"

Perched on his brink, Alan's shaft swung up at attention. Sam watched a pulse shoot through the big, beautiful head. A little spit of sperm flew out of his piss slit, landing on the floor beside Sam's heel. He laid his thumb on the bottom of Alan's head, and he rubbed -

"HmmmBAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Alan let out a primal scream. The three others eyed the tip of his cock, and it expanded in Sam's pinch, and the mighty spurts of jizz rocketed from it across the room. Alan must have taken half a minute to drain his balls, all the while letting off rapid breaths and groans of pleasure, of peace. The first mate's sperm cascaded across the warehouse flooring, forming another beautiful layer on the planks, criss-crossing the three patterns each man could claim as theirs.

Bastien looked at the white marks with wide eyes. He had been boned up for a couple of weeks, but Alan had shot more cum than the rest of them combined. He imagined what his orgasm must have felt like. And he was drooling.

By the time Alan finished spurting, his dick was hanging limp against the wood. As Bastien walked by, preparing to head back to bunk, he leaned over and gave a smooch to the soft, damp head.

"You are an amazing cocksucker," he said dreamily. "And you've made all of us feel much better. Thank you, Alan."

"Thank you," Sam and Mikey agreed, kissing playfully while they pulled their britches on.

"Thank you all too," Alan whispered back.

"Welcome to our circle, Bastien. We'll be landing on Wednesday. And I know some places onshore where we can... be ourselves."