Getting Warm 2021 Sixteen
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Later that night was the first time that David and I had a real fight/argument. You would think he started it but, no, I did.
"David, are trying to get rid of me?"
"Why would you think that?"
"You brought Cruz into our bedroom and gave him permission to have sex with me. Not only when you first got home but soon after we had desert."
"If I was planning on sex that would get rid of you I would have given him permission to go for your asshole. You always like a new tongue in your asshole."
"You must be having sex with him, how else would you know that he would be able to please my asshole?" I knew I was being irrational but once the argument started I got more and more angry.
"Didn't he say something at the table about loving to fuck?"
"I didn't hear that."
It was good that we had an extra bed in the extra room, I was so angry with David that I wouldn't allow him to touch me let alone take me to our bed. I flopped around on the bed like a fish out of water. I couldn't get the picture of David fucking Cruz out of my head. Was that why he didn't beg me to come back earlier? More importantly were they fucking while I was there and was that why David didn't have the drive to initiate sex between us more often? I had admired Cruz's butt a few times but I had never said it to David.
We barely spoke for the next three days. On the third day I needed sex so badly that I went out to look around the city for a man that would want to fuck me. I saw a construction crew in the hotel that had not been doing well. Clinton had E-mailed me that his Father had bought the building and was intending to make it into a gay resort of some type. I decided to take a look at what work was being done and if there were changes that I could tell were obvious, I had been in the building often enough that first summer to know what it had looked like.
There was nobody working on the ground floor, very little had been changed other than the signage. I walked up to the second floor, more than half of that floor had been turned into a dance floor. A window out to the ocean had been installed, covering at least a third of the exterior wall. The other half of the second floor had been turned into a dining room that was upgraded from what had been there when it was sold.
I was getting into the elevator when I bumped into Clinton's Father. He acted glad to see me and offered to show me some of the other work that had been done or was in the process of being built. Not much had been done to the resident rooms other than to replace the Queen sized beds with King Sized ones. All double rooms had been deleted by connecting them with a second room to make suites.
On the seventh floor they were installing a pool that was fed with ocean water. At the end of the pool was a air lock that would allow pool users to swim into the ocean. A few minutes after I first saw the pool I saw that there were some fish from the ocean in the swimming area, it was a shame that the water opening pumping salt water into the pool wasn't large enough for a porpoise to enter. I'm sure his guests would be happy to swim with the porpoises if they could, I do it almost every time I go outside the dome they seem to be attracted to the structure so much that you could find some around the airlocks all day.
I didn't know how much of an attraction it would be but two floors up there was what he said was a replica of a famous bath house. He had purchased the original sign from the bath house to attract his guests. I had never been in a bath house so I asked for a tour, foolish, I know. The first thing I saw was a hot tub that would probably seat at least twelve men, beside it was a glass enclosed shower for before and after. Two separate rooms were built next to the shower, one with dry heat and the other with damp heat, I had Clinton's Father explain the difference and purpose while we moved onto a block of small cubicles that all held a single bed with a thin mattress, as we were ready to walk out of the block we saw three larger rooms that had what looked like double beds.
On the opposite side of the larger rooms was a huge open space with what appeared to be one large bean bag mattress. On the wall at each end was a huge monitor. He told me this was the orgy room and that the monitors would be playing gay pornography twenty-four hours a day. We went down a set of stairs to a maze with next to no lighting, many of the walls had glory holes cut in them. Out of the maze we came to a room that was set up like a dungeon, it had cuff high on the walls, iron crosses in the middle of the room, a table or two and more that I couldn't take in not knowing what they were used for.
"Rob, have you ever tried any of the things in this room?"
"No, I'm not sure I would like to either." We were standing beside one of the iron crosses when he pushed me face forward onto one of them. Quickly he had my hands in cuffs, I struggled to get free but he easily overpowered me and had my ankles fastened to the legs. For the next fifteen minutes he gave me a demonstration of the different whips that hung on the walls. After using each of them on my butt or back he let me know what the whip had been. He finished the display with what he said was a fraternity paddle, that was the first time I thought he really meant to hurt me.
"Now that you are well warmed up it is time to fuck you. Every time I have seen you I have needed to get a release, sometimes with my son and others by hand. This time I am going to get what I need deep inside you." I thought he was going to continue the pain and fuck me dry but he had found some kind of lube and using one finger coated the inside of my asshole before ramming his entire length into me.
I had left the house wanting to be fucked but this wasn't the man I wanted or the way I wanted fucked. He was rough on my ass and with his hands on the rest of my body. I guessed he was taking revenge on me for what had happened the first time he had forced his cock in me. The only good thing about that encounter is that he wasn't able to fuck me long, he had wanted me for too long.
Clinton showed up as his Father was yelling for me to take his baby makers. I hoped that he would make this stop but once his Father backed away he rammed his larger cock in me. At least what he was saying were endearments, Clinton was doing something between plain fucking and making love. I remembered all the times we had been together and was happy that he had found me. Once he finished he went to the other side of the iron cross and fished my erection through a hole especially made for the purpose and sucked my cock the best he ever had.
I finished the tour of the building with Clinton, his Father had gone back to work. It was nice to spend time with him but I would have rather been with David. Ever since David had moved into the house with me I had been mentally working at trying to figure out the difference between lust and love. Had I been in love with either Wendel or Clinton? Or was what I felt for them lust. Going through the hotel with Clinton I knew that what I felt for him was more than lust but was it love or simply friendship?
When we reached the top floor Clinton had me wait a minute while he reminded me of the conversation we had about robots. Rather than try a stand alone whore house his Father had convinced the professor to give the resort a try with only male robots. If it seemed there was enough interest they would expand out into the city for both men and women.
Walking into the space where men would be able to choose the partner they wished to experience I understood something that I had seen in the Art Lab with Wendel. Leaning against the walls were at least thirty robots, they were all modeled after famous men many of them actors some from politics.
"Number seven, come to the center of the room." The robot that looked like Wendel's Grandfather took four steps into the room and stopped.
"The robots are all programmed to allow for inspection prior to rental. Number Seven open your mouth." He had perfect teeth, a tongue that could touch his chin and was able to open wide enough for any cock I had ever seen.
"Okay, close your mouth. Get an erection." It wasn't very sexy to tell your partner that but the robot's cock stood up until it was about eight inches long and nicely thick. There was what looked like hair above his cock but his balls were clean. I had to take them in my hand, surprisingly they felt almost identical to Wendel's. Clinton didn't allow him to shrink his erection before telling him to bend over so we could check out his asshole.
"Did you have Wendel working with you? That looks just like my asshole the way he has painted it." What would it be like to fuck my own asshole?
"Not that I know of, but my Father did lend a painting to the sculptors when they were trying to create this robot's butt and asshole. He is my favorite." Was Clinton saying what I thought? Did he still like my asshole that much?
"It can't be as good as the original to eat?"
"You are right there. He is a great fuck but I avoid eating his ass. The programmers have taught him to eat his partner's ass as good as anyone I have ever met, there must have been a pro on the team."
"What happens to the cum? You must be able to shoot in his mouth or ass?"
"It is recycled. I don't know the mechanics of it, but any cum shot in the robots is moved to his balls and used when its partner is either sucking his cock or getting fucked."
"That doesn't sound too healthy?"
"The cum is pasteurized some way. Any cum the robots shoot is free from STI causing microbes. It doesn't taste quite as good as straight from a man's cock but it is still good enough that no one has complained.
"Would you like to fuck your ass?" I didn't know what to think or do? The asshole looked inviting and I was hard but to fuck a robot?
"I'll pass. I'll need to get my courage up to fuck one of these things."
"I'll be sure that there is a standing free pass for you to enter." We left the shop, going down the elevator all I could think about was what it might feel like to have a robot fuck me. Clinton said we could go back up if I was ready to learn. I chickened out, but promised Clinton that some time after he opened me up I would give it a try. I had seen pornography where a man had a mechanical dick plunging in and out of his ass, it hadn't seemed to be in the least bit sexual to me but attached to the perfectly molded bodies it might be different.
When I arrived home there was an extra large box of my favorite chocolate sitting on the dining room table and a note asking me to please talk with David. I had heard of men giving flowers or chocolate even jewelry to make up but it was the first time I had been on the receiving end of such an apology. David walked out of the bedroom dressed in his outfit that I liked the most.
Whether it was having had my sexual needs met or that three days had worn away the anger I went to him and wrapped myself around him. For a short while we talked about our fight then David took my by the hand and dragged me to the bedroom. It was good that I hadn't done anything with the robot, I happily fucked my man the way he liked best, forcing his cock into his mouth while I dominated him completely.
Over dinner I gave David a verbal tour of the gay resort, he agreed with me about the porpoises. I was shocked that he asked if the remodeling had included a place for a human urinal on each floor, the remodel hadn't. We talked about the robots. I didn't know what he would think about it but I told him about Number Seven having been given my asshole. I told him as many of the images as I could remember, maybe half of them. David thought that was a good idea but he wondered what the originals would think about it, had they been paid for their images? From his questions I wondered if the shop would last more than a few week, if word leaked out about the images being used there would surely be lawsuits.
We talked about me being the first to file, but there really wasn't a court in the city that would be proper for that. We had established a small criminal court with one judge after the assault on Timmy. I had to remind David that we were outside of the Jurisdiction of the American legal system so unless the men whose images were being used filed against the University for manufacturing them there was little to be done. Would any of them really want the publicity that was involved, would they want the public to know that there were gay men enjoying their images while having sex?
I slept with David that night. It felt good to be back to back with him in our bed, sure it is always better to have Wendel holding me while I sleep but I enjoy the feel of David against me when I can.
Lad had failed two courses so he was a semester behind his class, taking them over in the fall. He hoped to graduate in December. He came to visit for a few days to see if he wanted to turn his past time of selling X-rated toys, etc. into a full time store in the city? I hoped he did, the more people in the city I knew that happier I thought I would be; excluding Clinton's Father. Lad came to the house one evening after looking around the city and sitting with David asked if I had thought more about the dye job I had talked to him about.
David chuckled at the question looking at me to give some smart ass answer. I didn't, I simply asked David what color or colors he would prefer. It turned out that when he was in Med school he had waited tables with a guy that had done a painting of himself with a brightly dyed head on his erection, the guy had done quite a few odd paintings that David thought had never impressed anyone. He did know that the red topped cock had sold to one of the artist's friends for $25. or so. After telling us the story he told Lad that he should dye me the brightest red he could find.
The next day just as I was finishing a class Lad showed up again. I knew what was coming, by the time he had the dyes out of the bag he was carrying I had my shorts off and my cock hard. I didn't quite know what to expect him to do. We were in the kitchen, he heated some water and dropped a dye tab in. Not thinking it would be enough he dropped a second tab in the bowl, watching him the erection I'd gotten at the thought of the dying was shrinking. As the tab dissolved Lad went down on my cock for a few minutes getting me hard again.
We waited for the mixture to cool enough to put my balls in the bowl. It was as if my skin absorbed the liquid, only after a few minutes they were shining from the dye. Lad knew that once my cock was hard it wouldn't bend much, he held the bowl higher, pressed my cock down while the head of my cock soaked in the mixture. It didn't seem to me that the head was going to be any where near as bright as my balls but Lad held it in the mixture and stirred what was on the bottom of the bowl to get what he thought was right. He quickly wrapped the shaft so that the liquid did not run down on it.
I was still drying when Wendel put through a Facetime call to Lad. While they talked Lad checked to be sure there was no liquid left to run down my shaft and unwrapped my cock before putting his phone where Wendel could see exactly what we had accomplished. He said it was good enough for him and asked Lad to keep me hard while he did a painting. We must have been like that for the next two or more hours, Wendel wouldn't let Lad keep his hand on my cock so he pushed a finger up my butt. If he had rubbed against my prostrate any longer I would have been leaking fluid and ruined the dye job. I wasn't sure I liked having my cock and balls dyed but decided not to shower before David got home to give him the chance to say whatever he wanted. More than anything I hoped he wanted fucked, if he didn't Lad was still there and more than willing.
A couple of days later Wendel showed me the painting. It was the first of his paintings that I thought had the whimsy of a painted cock but it really did resemble my cock when erect and ready to shoot. He said the buyer was pleased, Wendel promised my half of the money would be coming on the next ship leaving for the city.
Lad and I spent a few hours tossing back and forth names for the gay hotel and other places in the city. I had become tired of calling the place I lived the city so we tried to come up with a name that would be fitting. The original plans had used a name including Resort, now that there were people living here 100% of the time I thought a better name was needed; I had spoken to Clinton's Father about it once or twice, he wanted to name it after his son but didn't want to offend the other sons.
I thought there were enough places called Harrisburg and Franklin, using Clinton should be easy enough to explain to the family. He knew his family better than I did and said there would still be resentment. The hotels also wanted their names included in whatever name was chosen for the city. Did every city have those types of problems when they were founded? Many that I could think of had used the last name of the founding father or a nearby landmark. Lad and I decided we would propose Manta Ray Haven, there were thousands of the rays descending on the city every night.
That a name hadn't been proposed for the gay resort taking over the Hilton hotel bothered me, too. Lad and I threw out hundreds of names that were either serious or camp but none seemed gay positive enough until I proposed Alcibiades' Place. We both thought it was fitting and would be accepted.
Less than half of the plots developed for housing had been sold. The next time I saw Clinton's Father he was starting a tour for a Canadian Development Co. that was interested in building a condominium complex on the land. I hoped they decided to proceed, individual houses in the city were not that great of an idea, I could speak from experience. When my four years were over I was going to consider a different situation, hopefully by then the condominiums would be ready for residents. I always had the option of renting a room in the gay building, that would be so like living in the dorm without Alex as a urinal, they had decided to rent out the top five floors on a monthly basis, moving the robot whorehouse closer to the bath house.
For the next two months I was busy between the two part-time jobs and class. I was paying more attention to the professors and other students than I had anytime as a design student. I was hoping I could find a couple people that would be fitting for the two teams that would be working on the grant with me. I couldn't believe how heterosexual the students in the three classes appeared, it was if they were clones of each other.
About seven weeks into the semester the professor of the one class proposed we all do a deep sea dive. Some of the class had already done that, others like me had not gone any deeper than one thousand feet. The purpose of the dive was for us to learn what the floor of the ocean was like at different levels and to explore ancient cities. Although the city was at nearly nine hundred feet below sea level I thought I would like to learn if there could be another city deeper in the ocean.
The condominium complex had proved to be successful, as soon as plans were out for people to see there had been close to two thirds of the units sold. The Canadians were anxious to build, two months after closing on the land they had starting on building. The first building was finished and had its first occupant before Thanksgiving.
It was Halloween weekend when the class took a yacht out from Fort Lauderdale for the deep sea dive. Our itinerary had us visiting a minimum of five cities that had been submerged in the Atlantic Ocean and Mediterranean or Caribbean sea. At first glance it appeared to be a super yacht but in reality it was smaller than those currently being built. There were three levels of rooms above sea level, most of the power and drive were below that. The owner, a friend of the Murphys had their private quarters on the highest level, the Captain and crew had quarters on the next lower level and guests were housed on the level that was at water level with portals that were splashed by the waves if the water was not calm.
There were six male and five female students on board. Both male and female students had their own chaperon, the pair were professors at the college. The male professor was from the oceanic studies program, the female was from the Archaeology Department. Classes were held every day after breakfast. By the third day I knew that what I was going to learn on the trip was not what I would be needing to fulfill the grant, still I hoped that I would learn enough to make the month long trip worth while. I had spent some time while in the city learning how to scuba dive and to use the jet packs that made swimming much faster.
Our first stop was above the Bimini Road. There was much conjecture among the students and professors about the purpose and destination of the road. More than anything else I was interested in learning about how the ocean had eroded the stones' outer edges but had left the inner edges looking like they had been sawed in a quarry mere weeks earlier. We only stayed there for one day before the yacht continued south for us to get a look at Port Royal off the coast of Jamaica, it would be the city that had been submerged the least amount of time.
The first two dives had been interesting but not overwhelming. We had been given a long speech telling us not to remove anything from the city. I have to admit to picking up two gold coins and slipping them into a pocket of my scuba suit.
The night before the second dive Mr. Murphy and Clinton had landed on the yacht in a helicopter. I was overjoyed to see Clinton, after four days on board the yacht I had not yet found anyone that was ready to indulge in sex with me, I admit that I wasn't being very aggressive. The guys had all gotten into our scuba gear en masse, I think I was the only one that was not wearing regular swim gear under the rubber suit. All of the other guys were thin with nice hard butts, probably from swimming. I didn't get to see one cock while we dressed, I noticed that two of the guys staying on the same level as me had been trying to get a better look at my cock and ass while dressing.
Clinton had taken our breakup seriously and had not come to visit with me after dinner. I lay in bed thinking I should go find him and drag him back to the room I had to myself. I spent the evening watching movies with the other guys and one of the girls, she inhibited me from going after Clinton or flirting with any of the guys staying in the rear of the yacht with me.
Our rooms were arranged in a semi-circle around the seating area. During those first few days I had spent more time than I should have staring at the other students and eavesdropping on the conversations.
There was plenty of room for the seven of us without anyone feeling crowded. If they had been invited or wished to join us there would have been enough room for the other girls on the yacht to join us. It felt strange to me, I was with five other college students and there was no talk of sex. I estimated the other's ages to be about a year older than me if not the same.
Three of the five other guys looked like California surfer dudes that had all been cloned, they were about five foot seven inches tall, blond, all weighing about the same: they said they had not met until we boarded the yacht. It was eerie that their clothing all looked to be picked out by the same person. I hadn't been attracted by blond boys until we were pulling on our scuba suits. I liked the way their hair made them appear almost hairless except for a patch between their pecs. I would have been happy to fuck any or all of them.
The boy that had invited a girl to the movie night was darker than any of the rest of us, he claimed he was from Columbia but he didn't speak Spanish with the crew. Jesus was about the same height and build as me, his package seemed to be fuller and he pulled at his balls quite a bit. The other boy was from Japan. He was the smallest of us all and the friendliest. He was named Kaito, one of those self fulfilling prophecies; how his parents had chosen the name for sea I wouldn't know. Perhaps he was just trying to live up to the name. Kaito was the only one to stay up with me until the third movie was finished, if we had any liquor in our quarters I would have loved to get him drunk and in my bed.
The area of the yacht where we were staying had a glass enclosed shower. I had seen Jesus and Kaito enter the shower, they both had the bad habit of wearing their underwear or swim suit into the shower to wash while they washed their bodies. Dean, Gene and Ian had either not showered or showered when I hadn't been around. The night Kaito and I stayed up late I fell asleep on one of the sofas, I woke to the sound of the shower. Sitting up straight I was able to see that Dean and Ian were in the shower room, neither of them were wearing their shorts giving me the first look at their cocks and butts.
I had awoke the way I normally did, I was hard and needing a release. Seeing Dean's seven soft inches I was more aggressive than normal. I threw my shorts in the room assigned to me and entered the shower. I didn't know what I could say that would get either Dean or Ian ready to fuck me. I stepped under the shower head between them and handed the tube of lube I had taken from my room to Dean. I had talked to him more than any of the others and hoped that our conversations had given him an idea of what I wanted although none of them had been about sex.
"What's this?"
"Dean, it's lube so you can stick your dick in my ass and fuck me." Both Dean and Ian laughed upon hearing my declaration. I had to hope that didn't mean they had gotten off together that morning. I moved closer to Dean and put my hands on the wall bending over so my ass was on display for him.
"Put some of the lube on a couple fingers. Then you can find out what my asshole will feel like when you start to fuck me." If I hadn't had both hands on the wall I would have tried to spread my cheeks to give him a look at my asshole, I tried to press one side to the side but that didn't give him a good enough look. It had given him more of a hint about what he needed to do. I think he might have been an asshole virgin, he took five minutes wedging his cock into me asking if it hurt every thirty seconds.
What had been seven soft inches was a surprising nine hard inches, thick enough to spread my hole nearly as much as anyone other than Travis. I was both trying to relax and push back on his cock the entire time. By the time he started to fuck I was urging him to go harder and faster. That I hadn't needed him to lick my asshole first was a shock, I guessed it was because it had been so long without a cock in my ass that made me willing and ready.
"Rob, if you had said anything last night I would have been happy to take your cock and satisfy your need." Kaito had gotten on his knees and taken my cock in his mouth. While Dean fucked me Kaito sucked my cock until Dean and I were shooting cum in the other. Once I lost my first load Kaito stood for me to suck while Ian took Dean's place behind me. None of us went to breakfast, cum was enough to start our day.
For the next three days while the yacht headed to the center of the ocean we started our days that way. Class was interrupted on the third day by an announcement by the captain of the yacht that we had arrived at the spot in the center of the ocean that we had requested when we boarded the yacht. For two days we had been seeing whales and porpoises passing the yacht heading north while we were headed East. I worried about swimming with the mammals that were so huge that they shrimped the yacht. Until then all of our swimming had been in scuba gear forty feet or more under the surface.
We had decided that in the center of the ocean we would all swim naked. After our first morning in the shower having sex the guys asked that the sexes be divided, females on one side of the yacht and the men on the other. The females dove into the ocean first. The men followed but went to the opposite site. I had always wanted to swim in the middle of the ocean, that we all chose to swim naked pleased me. I would have gladly allowed any of the other men to fuck me in the water but without anything to anchor our bodies we chose to avoid sex other when we were coming out of the water, I had a grip on the rear diving platform when Jesus came up behind me and insisted that it was his turn to fuck me.
Jesus had not joined us in the shower any of the mornings we chose cum over breakfast. I had done some wrestling in the water with him with the hope of groping his cock and balls, that he had a cock that was thicker than Travis' made me try to object to having him fuck me over the platform. Kaito had been the first out of the water, he handed Jesus a container of Vaseline and me a towel to put under my stomach so I wouldn't rub myself raw on the platform. As soon as I was bent over the towel Kaito put his hands on my shoulders to hold me still.
Jesus was almost black. When I felt the tip of his cock press against my asshole I thought he was going to drive me onto the diving platform. Either Dean or Ian pulled me back by my legs. I was unsure of my balance, I thought for a moment they were going to pull me off the yacht. Kaito and I were able to keep my chest and head over the edge of the yacht, Jesus grabbed hold of something on the platform and pulled us together. Damn it was good having him ram his nine inches of dick all the way in me at once. While he fucked me Ian stroked my cock, once I was steady on the platform Kaito sat in front of me and had his cock in my mouth.
I wasn't being greedy. None of the others were either, they had been having sex every night and only told me that once I was on board. That I still wasn't that much of an exhibitionist was ironic, the owner of the yacht and his wife had been sitting above the diving platform watching us. If I had known that I would not have been able to shoot a load while being fucked. At dinner they asked if I would like to join them when they went to bed that night. The conversation around the dining table was continuously broken up by laughter that I was unable to discern the reason for until one of the girls pointed at Jesus and shouted that he must know what it was like to have an unwanted probing of his butt now that the Needle nosed Whale had poked him while fucking.
When I had first said I was going to swim in the ocean without a suit I was holding a slight desire to have a porpoise attempt to rape me. The young males are known to separate a mate from a grouping, either human or porpoise, then gang rape him or her. I had heard that it could be good but another person told me that the shape of the prick made it painful. I really didn't want to learn, if I wouldn't submit to a dog why would I submit to a porpoise? I didn't imagine that Jesus would have submitted to the bottle nosed whale, they are almost 1,000 pounds larger than the dolphin. I have no idea how large the whale's prick is but if it is in proportion to its body, YIKES.
I didn't join in the fun around the table as much as I would have normally, the owner's invitation was weighing on my mind. Only a few months earlier I hadn't known whether I wanted sex with a woman or a man, after one night with my room mate I had decided that there was no question left, I preferred men. Now I was being given the opportunity to expand my sexual repertoire, should I take the opportunity to join the man and woman? The first time I had been in bed with two other people had been extremely awkward, what would it be like to be with them? But shouldn't I take this opportunity to have sex with a woman even if there would be a man there, too? Neither of them was very attractive, perhaps if they had been better looking my decision would have been made for me.
I celebrated the swim a little too much. Wine was poured every time a glass was the least bit under half full. I'm not a big drinker and wine catches up with me faster than any other drink. Jesus and Ian helped me out onto the upper deck. I was still undecided about the three way I had been invited to join. Sitting on the deck by myself I was enjoying the stars until one of the waiters came out to fill my glass and I fell off my chair. I had never understood much of what he had said at the table, he fortunately understood that I needed to be taken to my room and helped into bed. Had mhe understood English I would have asked him to take me there even though the crew was supposed to be off limits.
Whether he thought he had an opportunity to take advantage of one of the guests or during the trip down two decks I had my hands where they didn't belong I'm not sure. Either way by the time he had me sitting on my bed I was fully undressed, so was he. Enrico only spoke Italian and a few words of English that didn't stop him from letting me know that what he wanted was to fuck me. He was as hairy as I was hairless, I liked the feel of his furry chest against me. I had too much to drink to be ready for sex, he was feeling up my balls and licking at them while saying, 'Que Bello.' over and over.
I had passed out a few times and reawakened with his tongue closer to my taint. Whether he was trying to get to my ass or that was only my fantasy I'm not sure. I put my feet on the back of his shoulders, raising my asshole off the bed enough that Enrico was able to get down far enough to start licking my asshole. I didn't understand anything he was trying to say while he was tongue deep in me but I tried to let him know that I was enjoying what he was doing and that he shouldn't stop. Enrico was the first non youth I had been with since the day I had left the underwater city and said goodbye to David. He definitely proved what David had told me early in our relationship, an experienced man ate ass better than a teenager. He was even better than David.
For the next four nights Enrico made his way to my bed after his shift on the dining deck was finished. I felt like a child in his arms, he was muscular but that wasn't the main reason why, he was so much more experienced and took it upon himself to teach me. The third night we were together he brought fresh vegetables with him. When he walked in with carrots in one hand and a cucumber in the other I had no idea what he was planning, was he going to make a salad? I didn't expect to be the salad even when he tossed the vegetables on the bed.
I had planned on having him arrive in the room so I was naked, laying on the bed on top of the sheets with my ass in the air hoping he would start by eating my asshole the way he had each time we'd been together. Enrico didn't take any time trying to talk that evening, he undressed and knelt between my legs. It was the first time he did it, he slapped both of my cheeks a couple times before getting his mouth close enough to blow warm air on my asshole. It didn't take long for me to start begging him to eat my ass and only seconds more for him to get his lips around my asshole and tongue probing me. I had been laying in the bed fantasizing about having him fuck me so it didn't take long before I was moaning and begging him to fuck me. 'Fuck' was an English word he understood and loved to repeat while he rammed his cock in and out so I was expecting his cock when he pulled his tongue away from my asshole and slid in a finger.
He didn't keep his finger playing in my asshole for long. He replaced it with the carrot, inch by inch until at least ten inches of vegetable was filling me. The carrot felt much different than either his tongue or cock, neither as nice nor as thick. He held my butt down and rammed the carrot in and out driving me nuts, after a few minutes I begged for his cock. He let go of my butt and moved around my body until his cock was pressing against my lips. He ordered me to suck it as he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it into my mouth. As soon as my nose was in his pubes he started running the carrot in and out of my ass in sync with the way he was ramming his cock in and out of my mouth.
Enrico pulled out of my mouth in time to shoot his cum on my asshole. It was hot and felt wonderful as he used it as lubricant for the cucumber. It was the first time I had either a carrot or a cucumber, I liked having the real cock in between them much more than having Enrico ramming the cucumber into me spreading my asshole even wider. Until we reached the water over Alexandria Enrico treated me like I was his toy. I was happy to have my ass back to myself, the only time I had fucked anyone else since getting on the yacht was a few hours after Clinton arrived and pushed me to my quarters.
"For the next two weeks we will be on a much smaller yacht. I was able to arrange for us to have the use of a yacht that is owned by a company owned by a graduate of the college. Mrs. Williams wished that she would be able to explore the sunken cities with you but the damage the heat dome in the Northwest corner of the U.S. has caused is keeping her company swamped with requests. She will be busy replacing the water supply in Washington, Oregon and Northern California with both tanker trucks and bottled water.
"There will only be five rooms available for our use. The girls will be two to a room, the other three rooms are larger and will be divided among the men."
"Sexist!"
"What? I'm supposed to call you women? Or us boys?" The professor had been corrected on his use of girls by the other professor quite a few times at the dining table in front of everyone. I really didn't look forward to two weeks of him boarding with us, not only was he a sexist, he was also an outspoken homophobe.
"Your luggage will be transferred to the other yacht while you get your first look at the great city and the work that is being done to retrieve the scrolls from the library. Please stay out of the way of the workers, I want to be able to bring another class here in the Spring." I had thought the Scuba Jets belonged to the first yacht owner but when we were dressed to dive we were told the Jets had been purchased by Mr. Murphy and needed to be returned to the city when our trip was over. He had purchased the fastest Jets that had a four hour battery life, our city dives were going to be fantastic. I was the on;y one that knew the Jet Paks would be supplied to the resort he was building, I hoped I would be able to borrow one of them on occasion.
"Gentlemen, homosexuality is illegal in Egypt. You have been out of the legal boundaries of any country since we followed the Bimini Road so I haven't said anything. Please be careful, we don't have the extra cash necessary to hire Egyptian lawyers or pay the bail to get you out of jail. You may not expect Egypt to have police underwater but they have their antiquities authorities around Alexandria to protect the city from scavengers. Those authorities also have the power to arrest if you break any Egyptian law.
"I hope I don't heed to remind you not to pick up coins or objects around the city, you can be arrested for that also.
"Rob, my comments about nudity and homosexuality are directed to you. I know how much you have initiated both of those on the trip here. You need to be careful that the Egyptian authorities don't catch you having sex or stripping to swim. Even when you are getting into your scuba gear you need to be sure that no one sees you."
He had heard all of that before he agreed to taking the trip. Like on the trip through Port Royal off Jamaica he hoped he would be able to sneak a few coins or another artifact of some type out of Alexandria. He didn't think keeping sex behind closed doors would be a problem, the other students would be just as afraid to be arrested as him.
I hope those of you that have been following this story from the beginning want to continue reading. Although Rob has another six months of college the story will no longer be in this section. Now that he is going to explore the sunken cities in the Mediterranean I will be changing the story to one of Fantasy/Sci Fi. Thank you for following Rob through 2021 as he learned what he liked about sex.