He stood on the poop deck, watching the final net of cargo raise high above the ground, swing across the ship and out of sight. He felt that certain nervous excitement he always felt when he knew the belly of the ship was full of its assigned cargo and would soon be on its way across the ocean to this port or that. He hiked his leg up, resting his foot on the chain railing, feeling the tightness of his worn dungarees on his well packed crotch. He felt a tingling of excitement settle in his larger than average nuts and he squeezed the mound, mentally groaning with pleasure.
“Some new meat comin’ on board?” a deep, masculine and very familiar voice asked behind him. He didn’t have to turn around to see the man. He knew who it was and wasn’t exactly…