Journal 141
Harbor 41
Deckhand off duty
- Life
- A room above a chandlery and a duffel.
- Temper
- Sunburnt calm and a filthy deck mouth
Kinks
- Deck at night
- The people who already said yes
- On deck, not hidden
I am Harbor. I am forty-one, and I work boats, but these nights are off duty. The boat in this story belongs to a friend. Everyone on it came to fuck, not to buy a ride. I do not fuck people who paid for a passage. I have no one I keep. I like a deck at night where I am not hidden, and I like a bunk after, when I have already said what goes where. I bring my own lube when I want a cock in my ass. In the morning I am ordinary on purpose.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
The cabin below
Same night, below. I sat on the bunk with my hair down and the sun shirt on, clothes on, a small porthole showing black water. That quiet minute was real. Then I took the shirt off and said the rest out loud. Hank, Bess, and Gio were the same yes as the deck. I had brought lube. I wanted Hank's cock in my ass, Gio's cock in my mouth, and…
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I was off duty. The boat was a friend's, engine off, moored, and everybody on it had come to fuck. I do not fuck people who bought a ride. Gio is thirty-eight. Bess is thirty-six. Hank is forty-four. I stood on the deck at night in a buttoned sun shirt and khaki pants, boat shoes on, dark hair in a knot. No name on the boat that I would say…
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