I decided to cut back on my frantic sexual adventures. I was afraid that my reputation on board might suffer. Therefore I lounged on deck, exercised in the small gym, drank Martini's, a new drink using dry Vermouth with gin and decorated with a stuffed olive. It was potent. I was often in a pleasant fog while at dinner.
This routine, or lack of one, continued until we were two days from Falmouth, England. This evening I headed for the bar and ordered a large snifter of brandy. As I swirled it, sniffing the lovely aroma, a manly voice spoke behind me. "May I join you?"
It was Reggie. His usual spiffy dressing looked a bit rumpled. Even his perfect wavy blond hair was someone mussed.
"Sure, I'd enjoy company. Where's Sally?" (his wife).
"That's what I wanted to talk about."
"O-o-h?"
Calling to the bartender, "I'll have a double bandy, put it in a snifter."
Three snifters later, we were both talking ponderously and with a bit of difficulty but we had become fast buddies. He told me, somewhat disloyally, that Sally had been in a foul mood the entire voyage. "We've only been married for a year." He mused for a minute. "I feel I know you as a friend. I must say that our intimate life leaves a lot to be desired."
"How you mean?"
"She insists on the light being out, so she doesn't have to see my sexual organ that she finds ugly."
"Oh, poor baby!" I blurted out before thinking.
He pressed on. "There's more. She will only have sex in the missionary position. I prefer others. I read all kinds of sex books before marriage and I am keen to try them out."
I studied my companion. He was a real boy- next- door, open friendly face with large white teeth that were displayed frequently in a broad smile that warmed one's heart. He had been an athlete in college and it showed. His arm muscles could be seen in spite of his shirt, and his broad chest was evident, as was his small waist. Quite a hero look, especially that his height must be over six feet. I found myself wondering what his prick looked like.
The bartender cleared his throat a few times. We looked at him. "Gentlemen, I am closing shortly. Will you require anything else?"
Reggie said, "Give us the rest of the brandy bottle." To me, he said, "Let's adjourn to your cabin and continue our discussion.
Once inside the stateroom he became very loose and boyish. He took off his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves exposing his muscular forearm, decorated with glinting blond hairs. Then he jumped on the bed and lay spread eagle with his eyes closed.
I was afraid he was going to attempt to pass out here and sleep in that position the rest of the night. Watching him to see if there was movement, I got undressed. I left my undershorts on and was about to get into pajamas when he opened his eyes and spoke. "Dear friend, have you ever fucked a woman?"
Oh my, this was getting quite intimate. I had, in college, and I confessed to it. Then I asked why he posed that question.
"Well, we are both the same age and rumor has it that you are also into cosiness with our own sex."
"That is true. But again, why do you ask?"
He sat up, his face in a frown of seriousness. "I have never been in intimate contact with a male. The whole idea is frightening to me. However, I doubt that I would find it stimulating and I don't believe I would even become aroused."
"Is that a challenge? I have heard this boast, shall I call it, before and every time the fellow has been surprised at himself."
He looked thoughtful. "You mean you, another guy, could get me off, as they say?"
"Absolutely!"
He got off the bed and stood there removing all of his clothing, including the ridiculous union suit he was wearing. His average sized organ and testicles were exposed. They were not tumescent. He cupped one hand in front of them, out of modesty.
Seeing him naked was a revelation. He were quite beautiful, very strong and manly, but his face was young and boyish. A combination that had me quite breathless. I decided that I would have to be the master here. I allowed my voice to seek a lower register and said, "Reggie, lie on the bed on your back and close your eyes."
He obeyed, like a chastised boy.
Now I think he expected me to dive for his organ. He was tensed for it. Instead I caressed his cheek. He melted at that gesture. I felt he was on his way.
Next I put my warm hand on his pectoral, just left it there. He took a sharp breath, out of surprise. After awhile and lifted my hand and took an insolent finger and softly passed it over his nipple. His nipple erected and his breath deepened. I looked down, his penis was still lying against his balls, but I spied a little fattening.
Then I softly rubbed his flat, six pack belly, round and round in a hypnotic repetition. He murmured in satisfied pleasure. I think it reminded him of his mother's caress. Then I stopped and half sat up. He opened his eyes and gave me an inquiries look.
"You want more?" I asked. He nodded slightly. "You mean you want another male to give you pleasure?"
He frown at my teasing. Then I noticed that his penis was slowly rising toward his belly. I guess that was my answer. I wrapped my fist around it, loosely and just held it there. He gasped and unconsciously pushed his hips up to encourage movement. I just stayed there.
"Robert, I am hurting here. Would you move your hand a bit?"
No way I thought to myself. He is back in prep school and he is remembering being pleasured by some lower classman. No way.
"Are you suggesting that you go queer and have sex with me?"
"Oh, I guess I shouldn't but I am so aroused, could you?"
Crudely, I said, "You mean you want a blow job?"
I guess.
I shrugged and leaned down and blew hot breath at his cock. He signed loudly, almost a cry. I took the cute penis into my mouth. It fit fine. He was leaking pre cum and the sweet taste was like a sex drug to me. I smelt his own sex sweat breaking out on his chest. We were getting piggy and I loved it.
He lifted his hips to push his cock into my mouth. I let him and soon he was the recipient of a full blow job, mewling and almost sobbing with pleasure. Suddenly he opened his eyes and said, "Robert, I orgasm easily. I think I may be on the verge."
No way was I going to be a sexual receptacle for Mr. Reggie the jock. "Hey babe, how would you like to feel the most mind blowing experience? Are you game"?"
"I think so," he said unconvinced.
But I knew he was too far gone in his own overwhelming sexuality to resist anything. I took hold of his balls and gently swung them back and forth. He was hiccupping in pleasure and grunting like a pig. His face was red, right down to the middle of his chest. His breathing was so heavy it could cause a blackout, but I persisted.
I put my finger in his mouth. He took it as if it were a nipple and sucked like a babe. While he was busy with that, I pushed his legs higher and revealed his gorgeous anis. The skins around it was pale pink and his virgin pucker was tight and clean. I teased his anis ring and he began moaning continuously, his body jerking in fuck motions.
"Hey Reggie, you want more?"
"Don't fuck me. I don't want to be womanish," he said in a pleading little boy voice.
I shoved my finger in and he relaxed a bit, enough for me to find his prostate. I rubbed it over and over and he slipped into a sexual hazy. "Okay, try it."
Wow, he was mine. I got on my haunches and put the head of my dripping cock just inside his hole. He was drooling, his tongue hanging out and his face frozen in fear and pleasure. I stayed like that. The next move had to his. Then it came. He pushed his ass forward and my prick slipped in.
I began a slow fuck. He was so overcome with passion that I thought he might shit on the bed. The way he was pushing his ass at me signaled me to begin a hard fuck. It was wonderful but I hadn't figured that I was so inflamed from all this pre love making that I was primed to orgasm. It came at me like a fast packet boat. My prick began to vibrate and jump. I know he felt it because he shouted, "I can't stop it."
I pelted his insides with hot sperm and he began shooting a long stream that hit his lips, then his chest and finally dribbling on his stomach. I think he may have blacked out.
"How was that," I asked.
"Absolutely the swellest. I can't wait to do it with you again."
"Oh no, you are now a very desirable partner and there are plenty out there. They will fight over you."
"You think?"
Later that day I got a message that Captain Wellerby wished to see me. Once seated on a chair, he put his hands behind his back, and paced the cabin. "Mr. Wales, I am a personal friend of your company vice president, Jeff Towner. He charged me with the commission to look after you and see if you could drop your overly conservative mein. You have proved to me a wonderful, passenger who was friendly and liked by all. Consequently, I am authorized to offer you a week at the best London hotel and return passage on a luxury liner. Your passage will be on the RMS Olympic of the White Star line. This is the best afloat and has been refitted from its duty as a troop ship during the war to even more modern convenences.
Well London was fun. I found a Turkish bath in the center of the City and spent several enjoyable nights there. The ship was quite conservative, but the cabin and the food was more than expected. I did meet a young officer, but that would be another story.
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