"Where does he bunk?" the men asked.

The First Mate looked at them, and so did I. They all had some pretty mean grins on their faces. "He'll bunk with me in my cabin." the man said.

"Hey, no fair!" one of the men grumbled. "Everyone should get a shot at the new boy."

"And they will, when I'm done with him. Grab your tucker and come with me." the First Mate took off.

"Be sure you break him in gentle!" came a call. "I don't want a bloody mess when it's my turn!"

I followed the First Mate, wondering what all that was about.

He took me into his cabin and I walked in, looked around. It was a nice-sized room, some twelve feet on a side. It had a television with a VCR and a pile of cassettes, a refrigerator, even a little gas-powered stove set up on the counter, and a sink and some dishes piled in it. A nice recliner (only one) in front of the television set, and a nice-sized bed. Only the one bed.

"Where do I sleep, sir?" I asked. "The recliner?" It looked like it'd extend out if you kicked it back.

"Nope, you sleep with me." the First Mate said.

"Sir?" I asked.

"You'll get up at eight bells and help fix the men's breakfast." he said, as he sat down in the recliner and pulled off his shoes. Turned out they were boots, only without lacing in them. He pulled them off, revealing old-fashioned, grey athletic socks. "Now get that stuff off and get ready for bed."

"Yes, sir." I said. "Can I use your facility, sir?"

"Huh?"

"Your bathroom, sir?"

"Oh, the head. Sure, it's right in there. Mind you don't use water unless you just have to. Our evaporator is almost broke as it is."

"Yes, sir." I said and went in. I only needed it for a moment, and when I came out, he was still in his clothes, though now shoeless and sockless. I only had on cut-off shorts and a light-blue T-shirt besides sneakers and socks, I got my shoes off and looked up at him.

He had his shirt off now and his hands were at his fly, unbuttoning what turned out to be quite a few buttons, and he was taking his time about it, looking at me.

His chest was as big as the shirt had promised, his shoulders were extraordinarily wide for his build, giving him a wedge shape to him. His muscles weren't that big, but he was just broad-shouldered. His waist must have been in the low twenties in size. A big chest barrel, the ribs showing plainly underneath his massive breast and pectorals, then a concave abdomen flat as a board. Just a small diamond of hair between his breasts and a squiggle of hair from his navel on down, the rest of him was as clean of hair as, as I was.

"Take off that T-shirt." he said, as he watched me.

I obeyed, and his eyes never left my body, watching me as I grabbed the waist of the T-shirt with both hands and pulled it up, following it up, and I could see him lick his lips as I covered my face with the T-shirt, seeing him through the flimsy cotton, and then I had it up and all the way over me.

"Nice." he said in a low tone. "Now the shorts. Nice and slow for me, baby."

I got a funny tingle in my stomach as he called me ‘baby', for even my mother had never called me ‘baby' that I could remember.

"Yes, sir." I said and I reached for my fly. The shorts were old and the silver metal buttons came undone at a single tug, the result of my unbuttoning them that way for years. I got them undone and he sighed as he saw my red briefs beneath that.

"Yeah, kid, let me see it a little at a time." he panted. "You belong to me, now. Share you with the others, but nights, you're all mine, yeah."

"What do you mean, sir?" I asked. "What do you mean, I belong to you?"

"I claimed you. First Mate's privilege. I could tell the other men hands off, but that could cause a mutiny, cute little blond guy like you. So they can sneak around you during the day, but at night, you come in here and you're all mine. Come on, take those shorts on down. I want to see the basket you're packing."

About then I figured out what he meant. "Please, sir, I, I've never done it with anybody."

"Really?" he asked, surprised. "No fooling around with girls, or other boys?"

"No, sir." I admitted. "Mother kept too close an eye on me. They were about to ship me off to military school when...when I left." I shut up, I'd told more than I'd intended.

"So I got me a bona fide virgin?" he asked. He pronounced it "boh-nah fie-dee."

"Uh, yes, sir." I said. "Please, sir, I, I don't want to do anything."

He looked offended, then smiled. "Well, you don't have to." he said.

"No?"

"No."

"Thank you, sir." I grinned.

"I'll just tell the radioman to call the Coast Guard and they'll come get you. Only way you'll be safe is to get off this ship quick as you can. They'll call your parents, and you'll end up in that military school, but that's a small price to pay to spare your virginity, isn't it?"

"Uh..." I stalled. I didn't want military school, either.

"Of course, as my boy, I'll get to break you in gentle. Show you what to do. Tell the men to hold off until I give them permission. I'll be your first in everything and make sure you learn it gentle as I can. Deal? Or do I call in the Coast Guard? We're still in the American 200-mile limit, you know, will be until about noon tomorrow."

Some choice! I could either be this man's love slave and hand-around-toy, or I could go back home and be shipped off to military school!

"I don't know." I stalled.

He smiled, taking my stall as indecision, and perhaps even incipient desire, and he opened his pants and lowered them. He wore no underwear beneath them and his manhood sprang out and pointed at me.

It was as long and slender as he was! It must have been ten inches long, and it curved up like a scimitar, standing out from his body proudly and arrogantly as he dropped his pants to the floor.

"It's not so bad, when you get used to it. You might even like it." he said. Then, in a sterner note. "If I turn you out, and I will, you'll be fair meat for those other guys. They'll hold you down and gang-bang you. I won't be able to stop them. Now come on over here."

I gulped, and I went. My shorts fell down for I forgot to hold them up, and I started to catch them, but by then I was next to him and he grabbed my arm and I was held up, and my shorts fell down to my ankles.

"First, you get down onto your knees." he said to me. There wasn't aggression in his voice, nor anger, just a simple statement of fact. Whether I had made up my mind or not, he had, I was going to do this for him, and it was just a matter of moments before I saw I had no real choice.

And I didn't. I got down onto my knees, and that long, sleek pud jutted out at me, now only a few inches away and about at my eye level, so that I saw its wrinkled underside, where the head was almost bifurcated, then the triangular fold of foreskin and a raised seam underneath with little holes almost like it'd been sewn together and then the stitches yanked out when it had grown together.

"Now, kid, you take just the head of it into your mouth. Don't try to swallow it down, just get the head inside you and get used to the taste. Come on, it's not that bad. I keep it clean."

I wet my lips and swallowed.

"Get your mouth wet while you're holding the head in your mouth." he said. "Get plenty of slobber worked up and just hold it there in your mouth until you're ready to spread it over my prick, got it?"

I nodded.

"Now take it." he said, again with a matter-of-fact command, and his cock jabbed at my face.