Your Day in the Barrel

Sitting cross-legged on the crate, Kaspar was uneasy.

"Ready for my turn?" he repeated. "Well - um, honestly - I think this was a good icebreaker. Tonight - I'm not sure I'm feeling very - in the mood?"

"That's fine," said Alan. "You can watch, or you can head back to your bunk, if you're not up for it."

"Psst, Kaspar..." said Mikey quietly. "I saw you had a boner. You don't have to hide yourself from us. We're all here for the same thing."

With a relieved sigh the cadet shifted back on the bench, displaying his tent. He licked his lips.

"I - I really - why don't you go first, anyway?"

Mikey promptly shed his clothes and walked up to the hole. Kaspar admired the two nude men shining in the lamplight, their backs graceful like marble statues.

"You are so beautiful," whispered the treasurer to Mikey.

"I know," he mouthed back.

He sank in, and Terry flew into business. A firm, manly hand wrapped around his golden-haired cock root, and then another set of fingers came over his tip, applying a lubed-up massage. The veins on Mikey's shaft bulged as the blood flowed in, and his head swelled right up, throbbing to the rhythm of his heart. Nerve endings were sparking all over the skin, making him grunt and yelp at random. In between, he talked.

"Fuck - I love - guys who have - a procedure - aahhhhh!"

While Terry serviced the blond, the next few participants began to trickle into the room, some reluctant, others ready and willing. These were all Klump's men, two bears and a younger chub. The newcomers.

Kaspar stood up and mingled with them, parroting questions in forceful German. "How-old-are-you? Where-are-you-from? What-deck-are-you-on?"

They were all watching in awe as the twink gave himself up to the pleasures. His knees buckled, sinking lower, and his eyes slid out of focus, hanging half-open like he was hypnotized. Every trace of Terry's fingers was getting Mikey harder, and they were following all the paths of pleasure - the frenulum, the crease, the flare - and then all three at the same time -

"Ah, ffffffuck..." hissed Mikey in joyful agony. His shaft was getting red and heated, and his taint and anus were starting to shake with the little tremors of his anticipation.

Terry coated his hand with a new layer of lube, then gripped it around the cook's entire shaft, from his own pinky finger to his thumb. And he masturbated him as fast as he could, filling his penis with a million sparks, lifting his brain to the sky -

"Fuuu-uuuu-AAAHHHH!" shrieked Mikey.

He revolved from the barrel toward the audience just in time for them to see half a dozen missiles of whitish-clear spunk fly out of him, shooting far and swivelling around through many angles. One pulse caught the chub's hand and wrist, and he sniffed at it, pleased. Mikey's cum had the lightest fruity aroma, like a fine perfume.

Kaspar was the closest to Mikey, and he was standing still, drooling with lusty admiration as he watched the chef wipe off the spare sweat, lube, and cum. His own hard-on was a mountain in his pants. Suddenly, roughly, one of the bears spoke to him.

"Are ye in line?"

"Well, I - I'm not sure if I'll be able -"

"Yer dick looks pretty damn sure," he answered. "What's there to be scared of, lad?"

"Nothing, nothing..."

Taking a deep breath, Kaspar turned to the two naked men.

"Can you two be beside me, at least?"

"We sure can," Mikey interjected.

Standing at the young man's side, Alan helped him pull down his pants. He held him by the wrist and walked him up to the barrel, feeling the mad race of his pulse.

"So I just -?" asked the treasurer, under his breath. "What if I do something wrong, or I slip, or what if -?"

Alan shook his head. "Don't overthink this. Skin 'er back, push 'er in, and thar she blows."

Kaspar's boner glowed dramatically in the lamplight. It was easily seven inches long, and he shaved his pubes, making the whole length clear to see. His foreskin was thick, white, and smooth, its veins too faint to make out. It folded and spiralled open when he pulled it back, gradually revealing his long, slim, cone-shaped head.

He had always been self-conscious about the shape of his penis, and now his friends, his male friends, were looking at it with smiles on their faces. Finally, he relaxed a little. Alan stood at Kaspar's left side and leaned protectively into his hip. Mikey leaned against his right, giving it a friendly caress. The young man breathed hard, and then he thrusted forward, plunging into Terry's world.

Uncut guys usually had very sensitive tips, and so Terry adapted his approach. Placing his left hand at Kaspar's base, he concentrated his right on the root and the middle of his shaft, feeling up the skin with short upward strokes, circling around all the sides. Then after a minute or two, he moved his circle higher, closer to the glans.

Blood poured into Kaspar's prick head like a volcano, and he salivated and moaned while Terry edged him. He pulled himself out for a quick break, turning around and displaying his raging purple cock to his friends. He still had his shirt on.

"Oh, yes, Kaspar," said the second bear. "Drain them balls of yours."

He had a hard-on, and the chub did as well, and soon the viewers were all beating their meats, fondling themselves beneath their britches while Kaspar turned and began round two. This time, Terry played with the tip as well, fingering around the young man's silky skin and wide corona.

And now he was grunting, baring his teeth, letting out wet primal hisses like a wild lizard. It was time. Mikey and Alan pressed in against Kaspar's ass, stabilizing him. Around his foreskin came Terry's hand, and it shook the skin back and forth over his head and flare.

Before he could pull out to face the crowd, he was already roaring with ecstasy. Terry rotated the long cock toward his own body just as it tremored, then shot, showering his chest fur with steaming blasts of Kaspar's love juice.

The cadets cheered. Alan reached beneath Kaspar's taint, giving his balls a cupping and a gentle bounce. While his shaft softened it leapt up a couple more times, tossing pearls of sperm at Terry, and finally he gave a deep sigh.

A beautiful look was in his eyes, a look of pure peace. The next two bears were already stripping down and growling, desperate to get the satisfaction of their own.

By the end of the night, Terry's handjobs had helped out a dozen more people on the Triton, old and new, out and in the closet. Tonight, for the first time, Dr. David even showed up. His partner Harold followed just behind.

The rumor was false.