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I was stuck in Thailand with no money and no way to get back to Canada. Uncle Harold, my only relative, was a merchant marine captain and when my parents passed away he took me with him where ever he went. I was seventeen and just finished high school when my parents died in a terrible snowmobile accident. But I had lived a very sheltered life in rural Manitoba and I was still very much a boy in many ways. I even looked younger than I actually was. I was about 5 foot 6 and I still had a bit of baby fat around my face. I was skinny accept for my butt which was the first part of me to become a man. I had quite the bubble back there. I was still awkward and barely had enough hair under my arms to count. I had blue eyes and thick blonde hair that was cut short on the sides. Up to that point I had never had a girlfriend or a date, not to mention sex. Uncle Harold, not wanting to abandon me, convinced me to forgo college and instead travel the world with him. He was afraid to leave me all alone and wanted me to have a couple of more years with someone before going to college and being responsible for myself. Since I had never lived alone, seeing the world seemed like a good idea. We sailed back and forth between Canada and the Orient, with ships full of wheat, iron ore, oil, electronics, just about everything you could imagine. Uncle Harold was a floating captain, which meant he ran different ships at different times. We would often arrive in a country on one ship and leave on a different ship. Uncle Harold introduced me to many exotic places, foods and concepts. He would sometimes say, "I am sure your mother never would have wanted you to try this.... or that...., but you are a man now so you can decide for yourself." I always knew when he started a sentence with that disclaimer, that we were going to do something really fun. The first time he said it I got drunk for the first time. The second time he said it I got my first blowjob. The third time he said it I got laid for the first time in a whorehouse in Bangkok while he was getting some himself in the next room. I learned to play cards really well, drink and smoke without getting sick and I learned how to fight. Everyday we would work out in the ships weight rooms and after eight months I was starting to get some meat on my bones, as Uncle Harold would tell me. It was not a glamourous job, being everybody gopher, but it kept me in pocket money while Uncle Harold put most of my money, like his own in an offshore bank until we got back to Canada. By the time two years would be up I would have enough to pay for four years of university. One night I saw my Uncle go from calm and relaxed to an instant rage in seconds when a sailor from another ship asked him if I was his cabin boy. Uncle Harold beat the man so badly they had to carry him out to a hospital. I had never seen my uncle so angry and had no idea he could be so violent. When we got back to the ship I asked my uncle what had happened and he explained to me that the term 'Cabin Boy' was a very insulting thing to call someone. I asked why and he told me it referred to young men who would go onboard a boat and provide sexual services to the cabin owner for free passage to some place. These cabin boys would also be denigrated and forced to do menial chores like cleaning the cabin, and basically do whatever the cabin owner wanted, just to get free passage. Uncle Harold told me it was important that I defend myself from such accusations, or people like that other sailor, because in this line of work if I didn't I would never be respected. He taught me to fight and told me it was better to lose a fight and be respected than to lose face. The irony of the situation was that while being called a 'cabin boy' may have been the ultimate insult, having your own 'cabin boy' was ignored and silently accepted. I asked my Uncle once if he had ever had a cabin boy and he told me that some things were not my business and that I should never ask a sailor that question unless I was prepared to fight. I didn't ask him again. I began to notice some sailors would come aboard with young men and I would never see the young men again. My uncle told me that cabin boys are not aloud out of the cabin because technically they are stowaways. When I worked in the kitchen I could always tell who had cabin boys by the amount of extra food they would take back to their rooms. At first I would be amazed at the kind of men who had cabin boys. They were not the kind of men I would think of as homosexuals. These were big burly muscular macho men that were often surly and mean. I asked my uncle about these men's sexuality and my uncle who was not comfortable with the line of questioning told me that not all of them had sex. Some of the men just made the cabin boys clean their rooms and give them massages at the end of the day. After a while it all became second nature to me and I never really imagined that any of these men could be having sex with other men. Eventually I never even noticed anymore who had or didn't have a cabin boy. One night in Thailand my uncle got drunk and started to fight with a local politician's son. The fight got out of hand and my uncle put the local in hospital. Even though it was self defense my uncle was arrested because the local was the mayor's son. I went to the jail with my uncle to see if he would have to spend the night. I was only aloud to talk to him for a few minutes. While I was at the jailhouse my uncle gave me a roll of money and told me to keep it for him because he didn't want to have it on him in jail. It was almost $500.00 and I also had about $300.00 of my own money. My uncle told me to stay at a hotel and he would probably be out by morning. The next day I found out that my uncle was going right to trial that day. My uncle's lawyer told me that the mayor wanted an expedited trial and that we would be in court that very afternoon. By the end of the week I couldn't believe it when the jury came back and sentenced my uncle to two years hard labor. I was running out of money and my uncle couldn't access any of his money from jail because he had everything in offshore banks to save money on taxes. My money was also in one of my uncles accounts. The last day I saw my uncle before they took him to a prison out in the country for the rest of his sentence I told him about my situation. He gave me a safety deposit box key for a bank in Toronto, which would have enough money in it for me to attend school until my uncle got out of prison and came back to get me. Uncle Harold told me to call a friend of his and ask him if I could be his cabin boy, until I got home to Canada. I almost cried in front of my uncle. He told me that he was pretty sure that this friend wouldn't have sex with me. Either way I was going to have to prostitute myself soon when I ran out of money and I would be better doing it for a short time and getting back to Canada than staying there and doing it just to eat everyday until my uncle got out. With all the diseases that were going around that city it would be best if I got back to Canada no matter what the short time humiliation would be. I was so terrified the day I was suppose to meet my Uncle's sailor friend. He was very nice and told me to relax. He wasn't going to Canada for six months but he had a friend who was leaving the next day that he trusted and was pretty sure only used cabin boys for labor and cleaning. The sailors name was Stanley and he was a ships mate. He shared a big room with its own bathroom with two other mates. They all worked different shifts so I would have to be the cabin boy to all of them. Because they were working double shifts a lot, I was often only with one of them at a time. The first shift went well. I ran an errand for Stanley and did his laundry. He was very friendly to me. He looked like the hockey player Eric Lindros and he always smiled. The second shift was when I met Paul. He was about six foot two with blue eyes and blonde hair. He was from Amsterdam and he brought me my lunch. After I ate, Paul took off all his clothes and walked toward the shower. The bathroom was small and designed so that you closed the door and the whole thing became the shower area. Paul had a big bum with just little wisps of hair running down his back into his crack. I couldn't help but stare cause I never had the opportunity to see a man's ass before. Paul stopped at the shower door and looked back at me and said, "Get your clothes off and get over here." I was traumatized. I didn't know what to do. I tried to say that I was not suppose to be having sex but Paul yelled at me to shut-up. "Get you fucking clothes off and get your ass over here. You are the cabin boy, you do what your told or I'll throw you overboard and nobody will ever know what happened to you." He said. The sound of his voice scared the hell out of me. I jumped up and took off my clothes. I didn't want to take off my underwear because I wasn't very big down there and I didn't want him to see. He motioned me over towards him and then grabbed my arm and pushed me into the shower. "If you don't want them to get wet you better take them off or..." he was talking about my underwear and before I could respond he turned on the water and stepped into the shower with me. It was a tight fit and I could feel his penis slapping against my side and stomach as he maneuvered around. He gave me a bar of soap and told me to get started. I began to wash my chest and he started to laugh. "I don't care if your clean. You're here here to clean me and do a good job." With that he turned around and put his hand up against the wall exposing his entire back to me. I started by reaching up and rubbing the soap across his shoulders. He would tell me to rub harder at certain spots. he directed me to wash his whole back and then work my way down. when I got to his big ass I was nervous so I quickly let the soap run over the mounds and went to work on his legs. He stopped me and told me to go back and wash his ass with my hands and the soap the way I would wash my own or he would make me clean his ass with my tongue. I was so scared but I knew he was serious so I soaped up my hands and ran them both up into his crack giving them a good rub. He told me to slow down and to soap up his hole. Next he told me to push a finger up his hole to be sure it was clean. I really didn't want to do it but I had no choice so I put my pinky on his anus and pushed it in. He moaned a bit and told me to run the finger in and out a couple of times slowly making sure I got it good and clean. When I was finally finished his ass I worked down his legs to his feet. I was on my knees at one point washing his lower calves when he turned around and told me to do the front. I started with his feet and lower legs and then I looked up for the first time since he turned around and came face to face with his big cock. I was hard and pointed right at my face. I bumped my nose off of it and I quickly jumped up to get away from it. Paul put his hands on my shoulders and told me I wasn't finished with his legs, as he pushed me back to my knees. I tried not to notice the cock as I washed his upper legs and then when I got to the top I started washing his stomach. "Aren't you forgetting something." he said as he motioned towards his cock. I began to soap his balls and he closed his eyes and moaned. It was so strange to hold another man's balls. His sac was bigger than mine and it seemed I could stretch it for days. I was fascinated by this thing and I washed it thoroughly. I never saw a scrotum up close before, not even my own, and I forgot where I was and really enjoyed fondling him. That was until he began to moan really loud and then I realized I was the cause of his noise. He told me to wash his penis slowly and to make sure it was good and clean. I can't say I was as disgusted as I thought I would have been under the circumstances. I ran my two hands back and forth his shaft and I could feel the hot member grow and jerk at my touch. It wasn't so bad. I had never touched a big cock before, or an other cock than my own and I was actually intrigued. Since his eyes were closed I could get a really good look at it without him noticing that I was studying it. To my surprise I began to feel a stir in my own wet underpants which totally amazed me. Paul had foreskin, which I didn't, so I got lost in playing with it and just kept pushing it back and forth over his purple piss slit. When I looked down I was glad I still had my underwear on, even though they were soaking wet and you could see my hardening cock through the outline I was glad my little guy wasn't free to bang into any part of Paul. Paul began to really breath hard when all of a sudden he pushed my hands away and turned around. I couldn't see what he was doing but I knew he was jerking himself off. I could see big wads of cum on the floor beneath our feet. Once he caught his breath he instructed me to wash his ass again. Once that was finished he opened the door and left the shower. I felt a bit better about my situation. If all I would have to do is jerk the guys off once in awhile I think I could do that without any problem. He got dressed and then got into bed. My second shift was over. I was asleep when the shifts changed and Gary came in during the night and went to bed without waking me or Paul. The next morning I woke when Stanley came home just to shower and then leave again with Paul. I got up to do a couple of things for the men until they left. Then once they were gone I headed back to bed when Gary called out to me. I went over to his bed and shook his hand as he introduced himself. He was dark skinned like a Latin American with deep green eyes. He was very handsome and he had massive hands. I felt like a little boy holding my father's hand when I was shaking hands with him. He pulled back the cover and all he had on was a pair of boxer underwear. His stomach was smooth except for a small wisp of hair that started at his belly button and trailed into his croitch. Gary told me to take off his underwear. I was beginning to think these guys were the laziest people I had ever met. As I began to pull the underwear down his legs I could see the two lines in his stomach as the veed into his crotch. This guy had an actual six pack of muscles. He reminded me of my Uncle that way. I almost choked when I saw his dick. It wasn't as long as Paul's but it was as thick as a beer can. He instructed me to get some talc out of his drawer and sprinkle powder all over his chest legs and dick and balls. once I did this he told me to take off my clothes and get into the bed with him. I began to explain that I wasn't there for sex when he screamed like Paul and I quickley undressed leaving my underwear on hoping like Paul before him he wouldn't care. Gary grabbed the underwear band at my waist and ripped the underwear away from my body..... To view more, please visit the author's website at: http://www.str82p.com The website of "Straight Men--Gay Sex" is also located on Men On The Net in the Books Category!!