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Growing up in the 1970’s Bible Belt, I was very naïve and inexperienced when I had my first real sexual encounter with another person. Even through college, my sexual contacts were limited to light petting sessions with an equally naïve girlfriend, feeling her breasts through her blouse and bra. Only once did she briefly squeeze my hard penis through my jeans.

That my first experience didn’t happen until I was a 23-year-old college graduate seems ridiculous now, especially as it was with another man. It happened while I was working as a government regulator aboard a tuna fishing boat on the Pacific Ocean.

After several weeks of training in San Diego, I flew down to Puerto Rico, where the tuna boats unloaded at the canneries, for my first voyage. As I walked on to the Rosemary C, a 225-foot tuna seiner, I knew “first-timer” was written all over my face. But despite the stories I’d heard about the “G-Man” being despised and alienated, the crewmen — mostly Portuguese & Filipino nationals, were friendly and helpful.

I shared a cabin with three Portuguese brothers — Marcos, Gilberto and Pedro. Each bunk had a privacy curtain. The others had small TVs and VCRs mounted at the foot of their beds which I quickly learned they used to watch porn tapes late at night and masturbate. It wasn’t until later that I realized why they also kept rolls of paper towels in their bunks.

The day after I arrived, we set out to sea for what turned out to be a 90-day voyage. Fortunately, I don’t suffer sea-sickness and within a week or so, I settled into life aboard a tuna boat with 18 other men. At the end of each day everyone stripped off their work clothes and tossed them into a washing machine before showering in the communal bathroom. It took me a while to feel comfortable undressing in front of the others, but they were obviously completely at ease with being naked around each other.

One difference between the Portuguese and Filipino crewmen was obvious — the former had much bigger penises, and Marcos had the biggest. It hung down long from his thin waist and flopped back and forth as he strutted around the shower room. It was hard not to steal envious glances — even soft it looked longer than my six-inch erection.

My istanbul travesti life and sexual orientation forever changed late one night about three weeks into the trip. Until then my fantasies were only about soft curves, round breasts and warm vaginas. They still dominate my sex life, but ever since that night my horizons are much broader.

I was still nervous about masturbating with other men close by, so I always waited until late at night when my bunkmates were asleep. That night I was working on a good erection when Marcos came in from being on watch-duty. I froze when he flicked on the overhead light, even though my privacy curtain was closed.

Out of curiosity I peeked out to spy on him. I don’t know what I was hoping to see, so I was a little surprised when he pulled off his t-shirt and pushed his shorts to the floor, revealing a smooth, hard ass. After turning on his TV he stepped across the cabin to turn off the light and I could see his long penis jutting out from his body instead of hanging down. He must have been aroused because it was longer than I’d ever seen it.

Now the room was dark, but I could still see from the light of Marcos’s TV. He got into his bunk and laid on his back. I figured he would close his curtains to jack-off in privacy, but to my surprise he left them open. Instead, he just reached down and started stroking himself.

I was fascinated because I’d never watched another guy masturbate. He alternately slid his hand up and down the length of his shaft and squeezed the tip. I couldn’t see his TV from my vantage, but it must have been a good video because soon his chest was rising and falling and his hand was moving faster and faster.

After just a minute or so a thick stream of sperm suddenly erupted from his penis. I swear I heard it splat as it fell on his belly, but maybe that was wishful thinking. It was followed by two or three more ejaculations and a couple dribbles that left his penis glistening in the TV light. Marcos quickly recovered, cleaned himself up with paper towels and pulled his curtain closed.

Laying back in my bunk I realized my heart was racing from having watched another man masturbate. It all happened istanbul travestileri so fast that I had forgotten about my own penis. Despite the neglect, it was still rock hard and I was able to bring myself to a powerful orgasm, shooting sperm all over my own stomach. By then, I too, kept paper towels handy.

The crewmen rotated watch duty, so I studied their schedule in hopes I would catch Marcos masturbating again. Four or five nights later I stayed awake while he was on the 8 PM-midnight watch. Gil and Pedro were asleep in their bunks when Marcos came in. He woke Pedro, who then left to take over the watch.

I spied on Marcos from my bunk again with my heart racing in nervous anticipation. I was not disappointed as he stripped naked like before, turned on his TV and lay back in his bunk. He again left his curtains open. After a few minutes his penis began to grow and when he began stroking it, I pushed my own shorts down and started masturbating, too.

Within a few minutes Marcos was fully erect (I was completely hard almost immediately). I quietly stroked myself while he did the same. He seemed engrossed in the video on his TV, but then he suddenly looked over and beckoned me with a finger! My heart stopped. Did he know I was watching him? I moved back from the narrow gap in my curtains, certain he could not see me. But he beckoned me again. Did he want me to join him? Watch his porn video with him?

Many people blame modern media for society’s obsession with large penises, but I think mankind has probably been fascinated by them since Cain and Abel first stood side-by-side naked. It was that same fascination that motivated me to climb out of my bunk for a closer look at Marcos’s big penis.

If I had stopped to think about what I was doing, I would have shrunk back in my bunk and pretended to be asleep. But I didn’t. I pulled up my shorts, climbed down and crept across the dark room. Marcos slid over, giving me room to sit on the edge of his bunk. I was facing the TV but could clearly see his penis by my side. My attention was so absorbed by it that I don’t remember anything about the video.

I kept my face turned toward the TV, but really my eyes were glued travesti istanbul on Marcos’s member as he continued to stroke himself. My heart was pounding fast and my own penis was achingly hard from the excitement of being so close to a naked man.

I didn’t know what to do and started feeling foolish, like a fully dressed man at a nudist colony. Should I take off my shorts and start masturbating, too? I certainly was hard enough! A moment later, Marcos grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand toward his penis. I felt like I had stepped out of my body and was watching as he placed my palm around himself.

It felt soft on the outside but hard underneath just like mine, not much thicker but two inches longer. I squeezed it gently and lightly tugged up and down on the shaft. Feeling the skin slide up and down the rigid muscle was amazing. A drop of pre-cum formed at his red, spongy tip so I rubbed it in with my thumb. Marcos moaned slightly then and when I looked back at him his eyes were closed, clearly enjoying my ministrations.

After a few minutes of stroking and squeezing him, Marcos put his hand over mine and moved it up and down more rapidly. I figured he was ready to ejaculate, so I stroked him faster and faster, letting the tip slide through my hand just the way I like to masturbate myself.

Very quickly Marcos’s breathing became labored and his hips thrust up and down. Then he let out a quiet groan and a thick stream of sperm squirted out and landed on his belly and my wrist. I continued jacking him off and several more ejaculations came out and landed on my hand. I used the slickness of his ejaculate to stroke a few more, smaller spasms out of him.

I was reluctant to let go of his penis even when it began to soften in my hand. After a few moments his breathing slowed and he wiped up his sperm. My hand was covered with it, too. He handed me a paper towel and as I stood up he suddenly closed his curtain. Just like that – he was finished with me.

I threw the paper towel in a waste basket, climbed into my bunk and immediately pushed my shorts down, releasing my own aching penis. My hand was still sticky with Marco’s sperm, so I spit into it, creating an effective lubricant. The thought of what I had done quickly pushed me to another explosive orgasm.

I was both scared and excited about jacking Marcos off. Scared that I might be gay but excited about making him cum. I was still struggling with those emotions when Marcos took our relationship one step further a few weeks later…

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