The Slut of The Seas

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I got married young. It was pretty normal back then, so by the time I was nineteen, I had married the only woman I had ever been intimate with. I knew from the first day that I would be miserable, but that was life, and two years later we had our first son. My kids were the best thing to ever happen to me, we had another boy a year after our first, and a daughter two after that. My twenties were spent raising children and working every hour that god sent to provide for them and my wife. It wasn't a glamorous existence, but I made it work.

I'd been working on fishing trawlers since I was fifteen. It was a tough job that started at five in the morning, and could carry on way into the night. We'd set sail for three weeks at a time, so it was tough being away from my family, but I was glad of one thing. By thirty-five, I was in the best shape of my life. All the hard work had turned me into something of a human machine. Every part of my body was bulging with muscle, and that made me a hit with the ladies who worked in the offices back on land. Of course, I only had eyes for one woman.

It was a Wednesday when we received our first rookie of the month. The money was quite good, so we regularly had young men volunteer, and cave after the first trip. Most of them didn't make it past the first week, so the last two were spent cleaning up after us and enduring some rough teasing from the other shipmates. They were a tough couple of lads, and both of them were much older than even I was. They'd been working the ships their entire lives, and it had made them hard and tough. I was used to them, but the poor young lads who boarded the ship, were almost always in for a rude awakening.

"This is Tyler" Captain Derry told us, rolling his eyes with a sly grin, and behind him stood a tall, handsome looking chap who I instantly knew would be the butt of many a joke.

"Where's Barbie, Ken?" Ol' Diller asked, he was the oldest of the group at sixty-three, and quite possibly the wittiest person I had ever known.

The young man blushed slightly, which was a terrible move on his part. The shipmates croaked with laughter.

"Is it true what they say about blondes?" Mick O' Rourke asked, an Irish man who had hands the size of spades.

"What's that then?" Diller asked, and Mick said "they're all brawn and no brain".

Tyler faked a laugh, but I could see him regretting everything.

"Isn't that all of us?" Diller continued, and the two of them joked between each other as the young man stood awkwardly, and Captain Derry left.

"Nice to meet you, man" I said to him, holding out my hand. He took it, and shook weakly.

"Let's try that again" I laughed, "nice to meet you, man" I took his hand and squeezed, and he nodded and squeezed back. "Nice to meet you" he said with a gulp.

"He's not staying in my cabin" Diller said, "I'm not listening to him cry for his mommy all night". Mick burst into laughter, and I wiped a grin off my face.

"Come on" I said to him, and he followed me into the back.

The ship was old, rusty and honestly I was surprised it had lasted this long. There were three cabins with two beds in each one, and to say that they were small was an understatement.

"You can bunk with me" I told him, "we'll probably be on different shifts anyway".

I showed him to the cabin and could see the look of misery on his face.

"There's still time to back out" I laughed, patting him on the back, but he shook his head.

"M... My dad" he said, and I could tell that I'd hit a nerve, "he was a... A fisherman".

"Was?"

Tyler nodded sadly.

"Sorry to hear that, bud" I told him, but we were about to set off, so there was no time for niceties.

"You can leave your bags in the cubby" I said, pointing to a dark room, "then come out on deck and we'll get you started".

It was something of an unwritten rule that every time we got a rookie, also known as a Greenhorn, one of us would take him under our wing. Mick had the last kid, and the poor lad was so traumatised after the first day that he cried his eyes out in Diller's cabin for the whole night, hence his reluctance to take Tyler.

"Alright" I said, when the young man appeared on deck, "let's get you strapped up and ready".

After an incident the previous season, Captain Derry insisted that all deck hands wore harnesses at specific times. Sailing out, was one of those times.

I pulled the harness over his head, he stuck his arms through the gaps, and I began to tighten the straps. I reached his groin, something I'd done a thousand times without much thought, and pulled the strap, as I did, something became lodged. A cord under his trousers perhaps, I grabbed it and pulled it to one side, squeezing again, but still, it was stuck. I yanked harder, pulled the thick bulge backwards, and on the third heave, Tyler gasped and I looked up at him.

His eyes were watering, and his cheeks were completely red.

"What's wrong with–"

The realisation hit me, and my eyes widened.

"Oh man, I'm real sorry" I half laughed, releasing his cock from my grasp, "I had no–"

"It's fine" he winced, and an awkward grin crossed his face.

I returned to the task, my own cheeks rather blushed, and tightened him up until an impressively large bulge stuck out from his crotch. I'd never seen anything like it, and cringed at the thought of what the guys would say.

"Sorry" I said again, and he followed me up the front.

"Going skydiving?" Mick guffawed, because he was the only one who refused to wear the harnesses.

I saw it before Tyler did. The Irishman's eyes fell to the lad's crotch, and his mouth gaped open.

"Well sweet baby Jesus" he gasped, "hey Diller, get a look at this lad".

I closed my eyes, feeling almost as bad for the kid as the kid was feeling for himself.

"How old are you son?" Mick asked him, and he muttered a response as he awkwardly covered his junk.

"N... Nineteen" he coughed.

"Now Diller, can you tell me what in the sweet fuck they're feeding kids these days?" He said, crossing his arms and glaring at Tyler's crotch, "because I have never in my fucking life, seen a cock that size".

Diller walked forward and yanked Tyler's hands out of the way. The young man blushed harder but laughed a false kind of laugh, and Diller's eyes widened.

"Jesus" he scoffed, "that's something, alright".

I managed to pull Tyler to the back of the ship to show him the ropes, figuratively and literally.

"Don't mind them" I said to him, feeding a thick rope back to him, "they're just testing you".

"Testing me?" He asked, straining as he pulled.

"Yeah, they'll push you until you either break or you give it back to them".

"Right" he gasped, "well in that case".

The rope dropped, and I stared at the handsome teenager as he strolled back the way we came. My eyes were the ones to widen now, and so I looped the rope and hurried after him.

"Hey you, you old Irish son of a bitch" Tyler barked, and I was sure that my ears were deceiving me.

"If you think this is big" he smirked, "what would your old lady think?"

I watched with a mixture of horror and awe, as the nineteen-year-old Greenhorn unstrapped the bottom of his harness and dragged his wet trousers and boxer shorts down to his ankles. Diller, Mick and I stared at him, dumbfounded as a cock of no less than six or seven inches soft fell out over a set of low hanging, wrinkled balls, and Tyler stood up proudly.

For a moment, only the sound of the crashing waves could be heard, and I expected the next sound to be one of fist against flesh, but Mick moved his eyes from the huge dick, up to Tyler's face, and a huge grin spread across his own.

"Well fuck me pink" he bellowed, clapping his hands, "if that ain't a fuckin' entrance!"

And that was the first time we met Tyler and his large cock, but it certainly wouldn't be the last time we'd see the impressive teen in action.