The Slut of The Seas - Part 2

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It transpired that Tyler's display was nothing short of perfect. Mick and Diller took to him like ducks to water, and by that night, the four of us sat around playing poker like we'd been the best of friends for years.

"You old Irish son of a bitch" Diller croaked, reliving the moment repeatedly, "brilliant".

Tyler beamed from ear to ear, until I bid them farewell and retreated to the cabin. I was on the early shift the next morning, so it would be a few more hours before Tyler turned in. I stripped down, jumped into the bottom bunk and drifted off to sleep quickly. It had been a long day, but tomorrow would be longer.

Some hours later, I woke to the sound of Tyler. I had a mind to snap at him. It was considered the height of rudeness to wake up your cabin partner, and had it been Mick or Diller, the lad would have gotten an earful. I ignored it however, and turned over.

"Hey" he whispered, and I shook my head.

"Hey, are you awake?"

"What is it, Tyler?" I spat, and the anger was obvious.

"I'm real sorry" he whispered, "but could we swap bunks? It's just that I get sea sick on the top bunk".

"Sea sick?" I growled, "you do know you're on a fucking ship?"

"I'm real sorry" he repeated, and I rolled my eyes and crawled out of the bed.

Tyler had already stripped down to his underwear, and was standing over me as I got up. The cabin was too small for the manoeuvre to be anything but awkward, and as I made to push by him, our bodies rubbed together and the ship rocked, sending both of us crashing back onto the bed.

Tyler lay on top of me, his warm, lean body pressed against my thick, hairy one. I felt his groin push against mine, and the two of us froze.

"Sorry" he winced, and tried to stand back up, but fell as the ship sank over the wave.

He landed back onto me, and I was almost certain that I felt his pole swell.

"This is weird, huh?" He laughed, and rolled to the side.

I ignored him and used the side of the bed to get to my feet. I wasn't a fan of the top bunk, likely because I was a bit shorter than average, so pulling myself onto it was a pain. I reached up, dragged myself off the floor and as I did, I felt my cock being groped through my boxers. I jumped back down immediately and glared at him.

"I'm sorry" he said instantly, "I... I didn't mean–"

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I snarled, staring at him in shock, "did you... Did you just touch my dick?"

"Man, I'm real sorry, I just thought–"

"The next time you try that shit" I snapped, "I'll break your fucking fingers".

Tyler didn't say a word as I jumped onto the bunk and lay there, my eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. I couldn't believe it. If the guys ever got wind of this, god knows what they'd think. I'd need to talk to them tomorrow, to make it clear that this was all on him.

I tried to get back to sleep, but as I did, I felt my cock stiffen. I pushed it to the back of my mind, and eventually drifted off.

"Hey, Diller" I called the next morning.

I'd been up since five, Diller had just come on deck with a coffee and a sore head. Everyone else remained in bed.

"I need to stop with that damn whiskey" he growled, lighting a cigarette and staring out over the choppy sea.

"Hey, I'm not so sure about that Tyler kid" I told him, pulling up a fishing net, "something weird happened last night".

"Oh yeah?" Diller scoffed, "the little slut try to suck your dick?"

My eyes widened and I dropped the net back into the water.

"W... What?" I gasped, but Diller was laughing roughly, "aw man" he chuckled, "we had a great ol' time with Tyler when you went to bed".

I couldn't believe my ears.

"W... What do you mean?" I asked him, my jaw open.

"He practically begged for it" the old man shrugged, "and who are we to deny him what he loves?"

Diller blew a line of smoke into the wind and watched it blow away, but I couldn't take my eyes off him.

"Y... You... You let him?!" I almost choked, but Diller just laughed again.

"You know what they say about sailors" he smirked, "there's a bit of gay in all of us, son!"

He smacked me across the back and poured his coffee over the side. "If we can get him to make a good coffee, then he'll tick all the boxes".

The man walked away, and left me standing there in shock. Both he and Mick were the most masculine men I had ever known, and yet he spoke about feeding Tyler his dick like it was the most normal thing in the world. I rubbed my eyes, convinced that I was dreaming, until I saw the very same young man we'd just been speaking about, walk sheepishly from the door.

"Hey" he said, and his cheeks were bright red.

"Hey" I replied, and watched as he hugged himself in the cold wind.

"I... I uh... I just wanna' apologise for last night" he told me, "I had some of Diller's whiskey and I guess... I mean... I shouldn't have–"

"Forget about it" I told him, and turned back to the net, still shocked by the events I'd just heard.

He helped me drag the nets up, but we did it in silence before Mick appeared, angry and hungover like he so often was.

"Hey, Tyler" he barked, and the young man turned around to him, "get your ass in here, it's time for your breakfast".

Tyler nodded, and his eyes landed on me for a second.

"I'll be back in a few minutes" he mumbled, and shuffled off behind Mick.

I watched them disappear back into the cabins and shook my head. There was no fucking way. I dragged the last net over the edge and walked after them a moment later. Surely I had misunderstood.

I crept along the corridor until I reached Mick's cabin, and slowly lifted my eye to the small window. Once again, my mouth fell open.

Tyler kneeled between Mick's legs, his head bobbing up and down rapidly on the old man's cock, and Mick lay back on his elbows with a cigarette between his lips. My heart pounded in my chest. What the fuck was going on? I stepped back, my mind racing, and looked down. My cock was as stiff as a rock, and pushing out under my trousers.

This was about to be a very interesting trip indeed.