We the Sailors

I’ve been a sailor for years and am close to retirement. You know, the sailor’s profession has died out in recent years, and I feel lucky that amid the unemployment in the sector, I found a job as a guard on the decommissioned cargo ships anchored in the strait opposite Salamis. There are two of us, me and Alekos, and we live on a wrecked ship. Thank goodness we run a small generator and have heat in our cabins now with the winter cold.

My wife Aspa and the kids live in a small apartment in Kallithea. You see, our finances don’t allow us to live in a bigger house. Rents are sky-high.

On weekends we go out, sometimes me, sometimes Alekos. But what can you do, what can you do on a weekend in the little two-room place we live in? We try to find an hour to be alone and make love. Not to mention that sometimes it happens that her clothes are there. So I wait another 15 days to fuck like a human being. On the ship, before I sleep, I jerk off, just to relieve the tension. An old habit from the ships when I used to travel. And of course, when I finally get the chance to fuck, it’s always after the kids have gone out for their Saturday stroll. What can we do, that’s the sailor’s life. We’re used to it by now.

And I should count myself lucky. In the old days, when I traveled on cargo ships and came back to Greece once a year. Many times I stayed on the ship for a year or more. Not that I had a problem. As soon as we docked, I’d go to the whores and fuck constantly every night for 3 -4 days, as long as the ship stayed in port. Like all sailors, that is. Then we’d leave and there we go again from the start, the cum would fall like clouds until we docked again.