The Phantom

Chapter 2-1

Chapter 2

He was woken up the following morning by someone shouting and cursing.

“Who the f**k put that bloody thing there?”

Toby observed the angry man through eyes that were reluctant to open.

“You!” said the bleary-eyed man. “You can’t leave your s**t lying around. I tripped over your bloody bag.” He kicked it.

It took a few seconds to register what the angry man was talking about and then Toby remembered where he’d put his duffle bag.

“I’m sorry,” he said, propping himself up on an elbow. “I didn’t know where else to put it. I tried to put it…”

The man waved off his explanation with the flick of a hand.

“Forget it. Just don’t do it again.”

Then Toby recognised the man.

“Aren’t you Tiger?” he asked.

The man bent under the bunk to retrieve his towel, which he threw over his shoulder. He took his underpants off and threw them on the bed so that he was standing there in all his glory.

“That’s right,” said Tiger.

Toby’s eyes dropped to the man’s semi-erect c**k, which was fat and uncut and hung down from a thick bush of dark blonde hair. Behind them his balls hung down almost as low as his c**k.

“Is there a problem?” asked Tiger.

“No, um, no,” he replied. “I’m Toby, from last night. From outside the Rose and Anchor.”

Tiger scratched his balls and headed for the door, his gluteal muscles rising and falling beneath the lily-white skin of his buttocks.

“So you are,” he mumbled.

Toby lay down and stared at the wooden planks above him. An image of his mother formed and he wondered what she’d be doing. Probably sipping her tea and reading the newspaper. Then she’d do the dishes, get dressed, and probably do a bit of gardening if the weather was cool enough. He sighed and rolled over onto his side to watch the other men climbing slowly out of their bunks.

He recognized Pete, the burly man from outside the pub, but didn’t call out to him. Things hadn’t gone so well with Tiger and he didn’t want the morning to start off as a complete disaster. There were three other men. One looked as rough as guts with scars and tattoos all over his scrawny body. Another was bald and had a pot gut but a kind face. The third guy was Eurasian and slender but toned.

“Hey you,” said the rough-looking one, directing every pair of eyes in the room towards Toby. “What’s ya name?”

Toby sat up in bed. “Toby.”

“Well, I’m Sandy. I’d get down if I was you. The Captain’ll kick ya butt if he finds ya still in bed.”

Toby nodded and threw his legs over the side of the bunk in readiness to jump down.

“Hi, Toby. I’m Chad,” said the Eurasian man. “And this is Lennie.” He indicated to the larger crewmate. “Did you come aboard last night?”

“Yes,” Toby replied as he landed on the floor with a thud.

“Don’t worry. A nice cold shower will get the blood pumping,” said Chad, slapping Toby on the back. “Better get your gear off and grab a towel. Breakfast’s in about ten minutes.”

Toby dived into his duffle bag and retrieved the only towel he’d brought with him—his beach towel. He took his clothes off and threw them onto his bunk, then followed the rest of the men to a small shower room. On his way he passed two men coming in the opposite direction, one of whom he recognised as Zeke, the man who’d shown him to his bunk the previous night. The man behind him was Bird, a small man in every way—height, features, c**k. Zeke on the other hand was solid, muscular and had olive skin. He looked Greek or Italian and had the longest foreskin and the hairiest chest Toby had ever seen. They said hello and squeezed past each other.

Tiger was drying off when Toby arrived. Pete, Sandy, and Lennie were turning the taps on and getting under the three showerheads, leaving Chad and Toby to wait their turn.

The sight of three naked men soaping themselves soon had Toby’s c**k sticking out like a third mast. Fortunately, his towel was bulky enough to camouflage his excited state. Or at least that’s what he thought.

Chad laughed. “Got yourself a hard-on, Toby?”

Toby could feel himself going as red as a well-smacked arse.

“No,” he snapped.

Chad laughed even louder, drawing Tiger’s attention.

“We all get them. Don’t worry about it. I woke up with one this morning. Pete always gets them. It’s a natural part of being a man. Get used to it.”

Sandy, with his assorted tattoos and scars, vacated the shower and Chad took his place, hanging his towel on a small hook protruding from the wall. Not half a minute later, Lennie turned his shower off.

“All yours,” he said looking at Toby.

Toby’s c**k had gone down a bit, though it was still sticking out at a noticeable angle. But the longer he waited the more attention he would draw to himself. He hung his towel up next to Chad’s and walked towards the vacant shower.

On his way, Tiger, who was just about to leave, looked down at Toby’s semi-hard c**k and then winked at him, an action which sent the blood flowing back into his c**k so it became even harder than before. Like a flash he was under the shower and washing himself, working up a lather in the hopes that the soapy foam would hide his embarrassing hard-on.

“Hey, aren’t you the kid from the pub last night?”

Toby nodded. “Yeah. And you’re Pete, aren’t you?”

“That’s right. How was ya first night on The Phantom?”

“The Phantom? Is that the name of the ship?”

Pete replied with a look that told him it was.

“It was alright, I guess. Only been aboard a few hours.”

Pete bent his knees, reached between his legs and gave his hairy arse crack a wash with the soap. “You’ll get used to it. But these old ships are a lotta work. You’ll be glad of your bunk by nightfall.”

Toby’s romantic dream of life on the open ocean was beginning to fray at the edges. It was becoming crystal clear that this was no cruise ship.

Chad, who’d been washing his smooth, toned body next to Toby, offered him some shampoo.

“It’s specially made for use in sea water,” he said.

Toby thanked him and took the bottle, noticing as he did that Chad had shaved off his pubic hair. Toby preferred lots of hair around a c**k. He thought it looked more masculine. Yet on Chad it looked perfectly natural, probably because he didn’t have a much hair on the rest of his body.

“You like it?” asked Chad.

“Like what?” asked Toby, flipping open the lid of the shampoo bottle.

“My c**k. How it’s nice and smooth?”

Toby shrugged. “Looks alright. Doesn’t it get itchy?”

Toby poured the shampoo and began to massage it into his hair.

“Nope. Feels really nice. Smooth as silk.”

“Ya big girl,” said Pete, playfully.

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” said Chad. “Run your palm across it if you like.”

Toby continued to massage the shampoo into his hair. “No thanks.”

“Go on. It feels unreal.”

Pete reached behind Toby and placed his hand on the shaved skin above Chad’s c**k.

“It does feel pretty good,” said Pete in his gruff voice.

Toby rinsed the suds from his hair and through the cascading lather and water he could feel Pete’s c**k growing against his buttocks.

“How about you, Toby? Do you want to have a feel?”

Toby noticed two things. One was that they were now alone in the bathroom and the second was that Pete’s hand was on Chad’s erect c**k. Despite the fact his own c**k had only just gone down, the sight of Chad’s erection had him hard once more. He put his palm on Chad’s pubis and slid it across the smooth expanse of skin.

“It sure is smooth,” was all he could think of to say.

“If you want, I could shave you on our day off,” Chad offered.

Toby could feel Pete’s c**k in his arse crack and judging by the pressure there was nothing accidental about the way it was being pressed against him. As Pete’s hand continued to slide up and down Chad’s erection, he began grinding his thick, stubby c**k into the crevice between Toby’s arse cheeks.

Toby took hold of his c**k. Apart from Tiger, Pete was the only other crew member he had met whose c**k he would love to feel sliding into his tight hole. With his other hand he reached around and cupped Pete’s buttock, pulling the man even closer.

“Ya like that, do ya?” said Pete.

“Yes,” Toby replied.

Pete’s hand was now flying up and down the length of Chad’s c**k and Chad, who was playing with his tiny n*****s, twisting them back and forth, closed his eyes and parted his lips as his breathing became deeper and faster. His hips began to thrust into Pete’s hand and finally, with a loud grunt, he blasted the tiles with a thick coating of c**k cream.

Toby hoped it would then be his turn. He was expecting Pete to slide his thick c**k inside him, but to his disappointment that didn’t happen.

“We should get goin’ or else we’ll have the Captain on our arses, and not in the good way.” He slapped Toby’s butt.

Toby felt a flash of annoyance. He frowned. He was still as hard as a rock and dribbling pre-c*m onto the tiled floor of the shower. Nevertheless, Pete was right. He couldn’t bunk off on his first day. He turned the taps off and walked across to his towel.

“That’s quite a c**k ya’ve got there, boy,” said Pete as he sat down to dry between his toes.

Toby snatched his towel from the peg and felt Pete’s fingers wrap around the base of his c**k. Toby’s frown evaporated. A small smile bloomed on his face as Pete guided his c**k into his mouth. Unfortunately, he only gave it a few sucks before standing up to finish drying himself.

“I’m gonna have to explore that salami of yours a bit later on,” he said.