I know this story because as I was sailing one weekend, I passed Roger and Matthew's boat. On board I saw them..sunning. They didn't know me then..and looked to see if I'd object to their nudity.
But they saw the lambda on my own boat and stood up to wave. It was then I saw the third person. He was shorter than they, totally smooth and glowed..almost golden in the sun. All three waved and I turned toward them.
It was a fun afternoon, drinking and talking to them. After a while their nudity seemed quite natural. I stripped down when we all dove into the ocean..but otherwise remained in my shorts.
The younger of the three was called "Kid" by Roger and Matthew who were lovers. But his name was Martin..I learned that a week later.
We drank and horsed around in the water..gropping hidden by the water and having a good time.
Sadly I left the threesome....sailing alone back to the shore. As I turned, I saw the three horsing around...and probably going to have sex on board...out there away from the discouraging eyes of onlookers.
It was a week later. I often slept on board my boat when the wife and kids got to me. She knew about me and that made things worse. I think she was waiting for me to leave her. But I never planned to. I let her have her flings and she mine. Our two kids seemed happy and that's what counted. Frankly, I was happy too.
I heard feet on the deck above me and the voice calling down. I invited him as he identified himself as Roger and Matthew's Cabin Boy.
He came down the ladder and looked quite handsome. He wore cutoffs and tennis shoes. His bare chest was as smooth and golden as I remembered. His brown hair, bleached by the sun, looked almost blondish yet reddish in the dim lights on board.
I shook his hand, complimented him on how healthy he looked and shared some wine. Martin was 18, so I guess I broke a law..but he had been drinking and smoking joints on board Roger's ship..so.....
We talked and he accepted an invitation to dine with me...but only if he helped. There was something wonderful about making dinner with someone like that..and he knew ways to make the food even more appetizing.
We sat on the deck, eating and drinking...watching boats come and go, the stars trying to shine thru the smog and the round yellow moon hang above the water....illuminating it's ripples.
It was romantic to be sure. But I remembered he was Roger and Matthew's cabin boy..not mine.
I asked him how they all met and he said he'd tell me if we could go below as he was getting chilled. I offered a shirt for him once we were in my cabin but he said he preferred my arms.
That surprised me but somehow I made it to my bunk and lay against the bulkhead....letting him lay against me...and wrapped his bare torso up in my two arms.
My cock hardened..but I enjoyed the moment.
"I used to hang around the docks since I was ten. Got some work here and there, washed decks, polished chrome and stuff." he began his tale.
"I saw them all the time. They were always working on their boat..in fact they practically rebuilt it while I watched. And they looked so great out there, in their shorts, lifting, sweating, laughing together and working so hard."
I thought I detected the boys cutoffs rising. Perhaps he was remembering getting sexually excited watching Roger and Matthew work on their boat. They may have been his first men that aroused him.
"Once in awhile I offered to help and they let me. That went on for years. When I was sixteen, I was getting hit on by one or another guy around the docks..but they never did. I guess it frustrated me. So, I started working out, getting tanned, wearing stuff like this.."
He gestured toward his cutoffs. Now, I forgot to mention his cutoffs before. He didn't actually WEAR them. they seemed to rest on the curve of his buttocks....as if they were ready to slip down his tanned legs if the button was undone. The boy belonged naked, I knew that from seeing him that way on board the ship long ago.
He unbuttoned the top button of his cutoffs as he gestured and I wished he was standing so they would fall off him. Then he resumed his story.
"And I would go to the docks just to flirt with them. Matt, the quiet one, seemed not to like me too much. But Roger would light up whenever I was around. He made little comments too..so I knew he liked me. But Matt would interupt often. I didn't know why then..I just figured he didn't like me..or was jealous of me flirting with Roger. Oh yeah, I knew they were gay. Don't know how, I just knew. I mean they didn't hold hands or anything in public."
He turned his head up towards me when he said that. His lips were thick enough to make me want to nibble on them...to see them wrapped around a cock...preferably mine...or just pressed against mine. I refrained from bending forward to do that of course.
"But when I turned 18, I found out different. It was a Wednesday. I know that because I had skipped classes at Cassion College to go to the docks. I wasn't expecting them to be there. I just felt at peace, always have, around the water. Anyway, Matthew was there and he seemed friendlier then before. Roger wasn't around. I chatted and managed to mention that it was my birthday the Sunday prior..and I was 18. Matthew invited me aboard for a coke to celebrate."
"So now you're 18, you have lots of decisions to make," he said to me. And I told him that now I could make my own decisions about everything from school to sex. I waited for his response. What have you decided along those lines?"
I felt his body shake as he laughed at the scene he described. It was as if he were giggling at his cleverness.
"I told him that I would do what I wanted..and didn't have to worry about the law scaring off men I liked." Matthew seemed to smile then. "Is that why you didn't like me before?" I asked I thought you might not like me because I flirted with Roger. He seemed surprised that I had even thought about all this. "I guess," he said "that you're right. I didn't mind Roger and you flirting..I didn't want him to get into trouble".
He moved up to rearrange his body in the shape of mine. It's always amazed me how two people can find a way to fit together. I love to cuddle and hold someone all night..so when someone like Martin seems to feel comfortable against me, I long for him to stay with me...sex or no sex. I glanced down and surprised to see his shorts had dissappeared. Somehow as he had been talking he had pushed his cutoffs off and was not totally naked. My arms moved around him to adjust my hold and my fingers rested where his pubic hair ought to be. It was smooth as a pear..and I stroked it. He moaned with pleasure.
"Roger came on board and it was great..the three of us joked, smoked some pot, had dinner and unfortunately I had to get home. They invited me to go sailing with them all weekend if I wanted..saying that they'd be on board early...if I wanted to go, just show up."
His cock was curved and hard now. It rested against his belly not far from my own fingers. I thought I saw a drop of precum on it's tip and longed to extend my fingers for it....taste it and kiss his lips with my precum covered lips..but I let him talk on.
"I skipped school and found them on their boat early on that Friday morning. Can I come on board?" I asked. They said that they'd be gone through Monday and suggested I tell my folks I'd be gone. I nodded and accepted their cordless phone to do so. After returning the phone, they asked me if I was ready. I said sure and started to get on board.
His own hand moved to his cock and played with it absentmindedly. My fingers had moved to one of his nipples and was lightly stroking it while my other arm still surrounded and held him close to me. Where our bodies pressed together, sweat had formed. That was ok with me, because not only did I like the cleansing of sweating but loved the taste of a hot boy who sweat as well.
"They told me to stop and that I'd have to get rid of my shorts. I was suddenly scared of them. That they wanted me to strip naked right there and stay that way as they sailed out onto the ocean. "You won't need them," they said to me. Now I wanted to have sex with them..both of them. And I had had sex before by then..and I had been naked on beaches...in fact I loved doing that..but somehow this was different. "Our cabin boy," they said, "isn't allowed to wear clothing." Then they started to hoist sails and drop the ropes. I rolled my cuttoffs in a ball and stuffed them between the locker and wharf. Naked, I got busy helping them untie the boat. I ignored the concerns about other people seeing me..and was on board as we sailed from the slip"
My own cock as so hard by then, I shifted.
"Are you ok?" he asked me.
Then withouth my reply he turned over and untied the draw string on my pants pulling them down my legs...freeing my erection into the air.
"Nice...I love a mansized dick" he said. I thought he'd go down on me, but instead he found another way to lay with me so he could touch it, stroke it and let me do the same to him.
"They made me work the entire time, polishing, washing the decks, hoisting sails and making meals. And it was fun. Being naked like that, doing all that work, letting them order me around...it kept me excited all the time."
I imagined Roger and Matthew going to church thanking god for this boy..who was mesmorized by them, willing to be their naked sextoy and perhaps more.
"Oh we had sex too...it was great..out there where we dropped anchor, the sails down. Just the three of us sucking and fucking all the time"
The image of the three of them doing exaclty that got my cock pouring out precum of it's own.
"When the weekend was over, I didn't want to leave....in fact that was the weekend you came to the boat. We had just had sex for the millionth time and were sunning when your boat appeared"
He bent over and kissed my cockhead...of course there was no doubt in my mind that we'd be making love soon....
"Do they know...?"
"Yeah, I asked them and they said it would be good for me"
I bent over and kissed his lips, now that I knew permission had been given. His tongue rested on mine as he had been laying with me all evening. There was no rush....
"They are going to Australia for the Winter and want me to go with them..but I'll have to take off from college..my mom won't like that. But hell I'm 18 and I've waited for years....."
He kissed my chest, licked each nipple and kissed down my belly until my cock was his. His lips surrounded it and his tongue lapped at it inside his mouth.
I watched with amazement..and pleasure.
I asked him about his hair. It was cut real short and his body didn't have any at all.
"Oh they shaved me out there...said it would make me feel like their boy that way"
I longed to lick that smooth body.....instead I ran my fingers through the close cropped hair.........
We made love for hours.....kissing, licking, exploring, touching, sucking and fucking. There's nothing like a boy's tight butt of course...and there's nothing like a boy fucking a man either. When a younger boy fucks a man, he does it for love..not the way he'd fuck another boy. There's nothing to prove..only pleasure to feel.
We slept pressed together. I awoke hearing him making noises in the galley.
His naked body was busy as he prepared the meal. He insisted on serving breakfast in our bunk..and the sight of him kneeling there as we ate off a tray was exciting. I didn't eat the toast.
"Why do you want jam?" he asked I told him, he'd see. He put the tray away and we washed the dishes.then I led him back to the bunk.
He moved as I told him too....as I spread the jam all over his smooth butthole, buttocks, balls, and cock..then I went nuts eathing him..as one eats a delicate pastry -- savoring not only the taste but the texture of the bread. He was the bread and he barely could hold back from shootin his young load as my tongue dove deep inside him.
In fact he did explode all over me and quickly cleaned his sperm off my body.
The showers on board boats are quite small....but somehow we managed to fit together inside it...as we had found a way to fit our bodies together all night in my bunk.
We kissed and he was gone.
I told the office I'd be late so I could see them off. On the docks I shook Roger and Matthew's hand. I asked where Martin was and they said he was below. There were too many people around they said. I watched as the boat left the harbor and moved out to sea...Roger and Matthew said they'd tell him goodbye for me.
As I turned to go back to my car, I saw the denim and retrieved it. It was rolled up and tucked between the wharf and the wooden locker. Martin's cutoffs smelled of him..and so I took them home. He wouldn't need them until they all returned in the Spring..after a Winter down under.
Perhaps, I'd accept their invitation and fly to Sydney to enjoy some of the Winter there with him. Roger said Martin would like that. But of course he called him "the kid".
After all he was their Cabin Boy..and they are reffered to as kid, boy and of course, never wore clothes.