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A couple of days before my 18th birthday there had been a great row at home and I had been thrown out. My mother had given me some money, and a warning that I should stay away from my father. I made my way to the nearby port, and contemplated a life at sea. The idea appealed, so I looked for a suitable ship, and found one called Adventurer, which seemed a good name for my future life. There was no one around so I went to a store and got some sandwiches and cans, and then slipped aboard with no one seeing me. I hid in a locker, and waited. I soon heard engine vibrations, and felt the motion of the ship and realised that my new life had started. Two days later I was cold, hungry and thirsty, and miserable, so I left my hiding place and came on deck. The first person I saw was a man wearing a pair of cook's striped trousers, and he seemed as surprised to see me, as I was to see him. "Who the fuck are you?" he demanded, so I told him my name was Andy and I wanted a life at sea. "We'll see what the Skipper says about that," and he told me to follow him. We went up to the bridge, and the cook said to the man at the helm, "Look what I've found, Skip." "The devil you have!" said the man, and then to me: "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing on my ship?" I told him that I wanted a life at sea, and I had stowed away to get started. The Skipper told the cook to take over, and went and sat down in a big chair. "Come here" he said and inspected me closely. "How old are you?" he asked, and I told him that it was in fact my 18th birthday. "You look younger," he said, and I guess I do as I am very fair and slightly built, and only need to shave about once a fortnight. While he inspected me, I had a good look at him. He was a big man, with grey curly hair, five o'clock shadow on his chin, an open neck shirt and a show of coarse grey and black curly hairs growing in the V neck of his shirt. His crisp white shirt looked grey where all the hairs on his chest were showing through, and I could see the outline of his hard nipples where the fabric was stretched across his chest. His arms were muscular and hairy, and he wore a heavy stainless steel watch. He had bright blue eyes under heavy eyebrows, and little creases around his eyes. I felt he was a kindly man, and felt reassured. "Do you have a passport?" he asked, and I shook my head. "Does anyone know where you are" he questioned me again, and again I shook my head. "So lets get this straight," he said, "you are a stowaway on my ship, no one knows where you are and you have no passport." "That's right, Sir," I replied. "I would like to work here, please. I am hardworking and clean, and I have no home." "What can you do?" he asked and so I asked if the ship needed a boy on board. He looked at me steadily for a few moments, and I dropped my eyes. "The choice is yours," he said. "We can turn around and go back, and your Dad can pay for the wages, fuel, lost time and so on. Or we can go to the nearest port from here and hand you over to the police, and of course you don't have a passport, so that'll mean prison. Or you can swim ashore from here; it's only about 50 miles. Or maybe you could be our cabin boy, and look after all our needs, and help Cooky here." "Oh, yes. Please, sir," I said. "Well, if you don't like your duties, then we'll lend you a pair of swimming trunks!" and both he and Cooky laughed. "Don't decide now, but after your shower…" and suddenly he grabbed for my cock, and rubbed it hard and roughly through the trousers, and I got an immediate hard-on. "I think we've got ourselves a nice pussy-boy here," he said, and told Cooky to get me showered and cleaned up, both inside and out. I didn't understand any of it, but I liked having my cock felt, and went with Cooky to the showers, where I was told to take my clothes off, and get in the shower. Cooky took my clothes away, and came back with a big syringe, and he, too, stripped and got in the shower with me, and he washed me down, paying close attention to my cock and balls and the crack of my arse. I was hard again, and then he got the syringe and filled it with warm water, and shoved the nozzle up my arse, and filled me up with the warm water. It didn't hurt, I just felt full, and then I let go and I cleared all the bits and pieces, which were swept away down the plug. Cooky did it three times until the water came out all clean and then he gave me a towel, and dried himself, too. He had a good look at me, and tweaked out one or two hairs around my cock, with the puzzling comment that Skip likes 'em smooth. He told me that we were going back to the bridge, and when I said that I was shy with no clothes, he rang the bridge, and told me that Skip had said that it was OK, that they would all take their clothes off. He grabbed me by the balls, and again I went hard and tried to cover myself. Back on the bridge, Skipper was still there, and two other men and the Skipper introduced them as First and Chief. They were all naked and fairly hairy (unlike me) and they all had big men's cocks, and they were all hard and stroking them. Best of all was the Skipper, who was covered in hair: Thick coarse brown-grey hair, curling all over his chest and shoulders, and running down his belly into a thick mass around his cock and balls. I couldn't really see his balls, but there was no way I could fail to see his cock, which was about ten inches long, and very thick, with gnarled veins standing out on the shaft, while a great purple head oozed precum, making it glossy, too. "Have you decided what you are going to do?" he asked, and I said that I wanted to stay. "Wise boy; the water's cold." He beckoned to me, and grabbed my rigid cock, the rough calluses on his hand making me squirm, especially when he ran his finger lightly over the end of my cock. He turned to Cooky and asked if I had lost my cherry, but Cooky said that he didn't think so, that as I was as tight as they come, even the syringe had difficulty. "Put your legs apart, and get your mouth around my cherry buster, and get it nice and wet, otherwise it'll be harder for you later," he said, "and remember: no teeth." I did as I was told, and felt excited as I gently put my lips over his massive bell end, and then I felt other hands moving over my body, and my arse cheeks were held apart, and someone started probing my innocent arse with his tongue. I wriggled slightly, but it felt so good, and then when he got further in, I could feel the slight prickling of his whiskers contrasting with the hot wet slipperiness of his tongue, and I moved my legs further apart, so he could get deeper. Someone else was playing with my cock, and I very soon wanted to come, but every time I started trembling, a hand grabbed my balls and pulled them down until the feeling wore off. All the time I was working my way up and down the Skipper's massive erection, and steadied myself by putting my hands on his chest, where I felt the nipples deep in the fur, and rubbed them gently. I liked the taste of the Skipper's precum, sweet and salty. I gasped a bit when I felt a finger go up my arse, and then I felt another going up, and I knew I was being stretched. I yelped with the pain, so Skipper shoved his great weapon further down my throat, so I was choking, and another finger went deep inside my arse. "We've got a natural here, lads," said the Skipper and held my cock down on his cock for a moment, and then lifted my head up. "You like cock, don't you, Puss?" he said. I smiled and nodded, and he told me that I would be getting all the cock I wanted, starting with his. "Say goodbye to your cherry now," he said and lifted me up so that I was facing him. Cooky said that he should take me doggy-style, so it would go further, but Skipper replied that he wanted to watch my face as I lost my cherry. I still didn't understand what he meant, but then he held me above his fearsome cock, and lowered me until I could feel the swollen bell end pressing against my hole, just forcing my arselips apart. Then he let go!