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restlessly fought to get back to sleep. My body was used to going to bed past midnight and getting up just in time to make the lunch shift that started at ten in the morning. Going to bed at nine-thirty was a huge mistake. I slept for an hour, tossed for a half, had weird vivid dreams and finally wound up staring alternately at the ceiling and the clock. The numbers had just rounded up to 3:20 when I heard a noise in the kitchen.
    It didn't frighten me. I'd passed the armed watchman on deck when I came on board earlier. With the nearly priceless paintings on board, I felt pretty good about my security. But, since I was up anyway I thought I'd check out who or what was poking around my kitchen.
    I padded into the galley. It was lit with a pale blue glow from the safety lights around the baseboards. In front of the glass-fronted beverage cooler were two bare and perfect male butt cheeks. The owner of the cheeks was squatting and leaning far into the unit rummaging through the bottles on the second shelf from the bottom. This put him in a position where his torso was obscured by his ass, the two halves of which were stretched open enough for me to see the dark 'O' of his asshole  punctuating the cleft. His balls hung low in the shadow between his legs. 
    Before I could sneak silently back into my room, the auto-shut function on my door did its thing. It was a small sound, but it was enough.
    He shot upright with two green bottles in his hand. The clinking bottles were as loud as an alarm.
    Morgan turned around and stood perfectly still for a moment as if he couldn't quite register how or why I was standing in front of his naked self. I was nearly naked myself. A mini camisole covered my breasts, but just barely. And what was covered instantly came to full attention at the sight of him. My nipples were ready to poke through the flimsy top. The thong between my legs took on Band-Aid like proportions as he quite unapologetically raked his eyes over every inch of me. He took his time. I felt a flush rising from my chest to my scalp.
    His cock gave a little bounce and my pussy tightened.
    Even though he was the one invading my space bare-assed, I was the one who stammered an apology.
    "Oh . . . oh . . . I . . . I'm so sorry," I tried hard to keep my eyes from wandering to his cock, but it was impossible to miss his growing erection. "I heard a noise. And, well . . . it's my first night and I guess I . . . well it's . . ."
    Morgan casually moved behind the island and concealed his ever stiffening member. Rationally, he might have been embarrassed, but apparently his cock was not. The little head had a mind of its own.
    "I just came in for a drink. I utterly forgot. Well, that is, it was never an issue before." The way he said it made me feel like it was my fault I came out of my room and found him naked. He turned and left without another word.
    I didn't take my eyes from his tight ass until the door swung shut.  The only naked males I'd ever seen in person were Nathan and Jake. Nathan had a caved-in chest, a wisp of chest hair and skinny legs. Compared to what just left my kitchen Nathan wasn't even a man; he was a mere boy. Jake wasn't much better. He had more meat on his bones, but the word that always sprung to mind when I thought of his body was 'doughy'.
    My rubbery legs managed to get me to the kitchen stool without giving way. The cold steel against my bare bottom reminded me that I wasn't exactly covered myself.
    I'd seen pictures of men like Morgan before. Of course I had. I wasn't raised under a rock. My waitress girlfriends were a lusty bunch and emailed stud photos back and forth all the time. In fact, I had even 'liked' a Facebook page called 'Fireman Fridays' and got to see a new hunk there every week.
    But this was different. I went over the mental image, etching it into memory so I could call it up later and savor it some more. His chest was just like the firemen. The pectoral muscles stood out in perfect rounded