Like some of the others, he wore no shirt, and he only had on a pair of white briefs. “Too warm,” he whispered back, “Hard to sleep.” “I know,” murmured Kevin. He gazed at Dale, his thin lips twisted into a slight, wry smile. “Hot, isn’t it?” Kevin said, in a low voice. He lay on his side, and since Dale was lying on his side facing him, their faces were only about a foot apart. Next to him, Kevin abruptly threw back his cover. Other men had done the same thing, preferring just to lie on top with nothing on but their boxers or briefs. It was too warm here in these confined, almost claustrophobic quarters. It's not long before he gives in to the warmth and pleasure he finds in the older man's mouth, and soon he's servicing the rest of the crew - even the Captain! Read on for a small taste of what's inside: - He unzipped his sleeping bag and climbed into it, but didn’t pull the top over him. An older sailor propositions him with a mutual blowjob on the first night and Dale, being a straight guy, is appalled at the offer. It doesn't take long before Dale catches the affections of his fellow crew mates.
Dale is the new sailor on the ship, the 'greenhorn' they all call him.
