The places are real, but the people are not. Similarities to persons that exist in the real world are purely coincidental. The story takes place in Finland and the characters obviously have their discussions in Finnish.
English isn't my native tongue so apologies for all grammar mistakes and clumsiness. Please enjoy the story and let me know what you think about it.
This is chapter 1, other chapters may follow.
It was the first morning of my summer holiday. I was sitting in the cockpit of my sailing boat, named Amanda, in Lauttasaari, Helsinki and drinking coffee. I was waiting for my friend Tuomas, who was late, as usual. I did not mind, as I was on holiday and I was in no hurry. The sun was shining and a gentle southerly wind was blowing. The weather was reasonably warm and the day seemed really promising for some sailing towards the Finnish western archipelago.
The previous week had passed in a blur. I had to finish two sales offers before my holiday, and one of them was looking hopelessly incomplete on Monday morning. I also had to do grocery shopping and bring various supplies to my boat before a planned three-to-four week sailing trip. I had managed everything and the sales offers had been sent late Friday afternoon. I felt the holiday had been really well-deserved.
Finally, my phone was ringing. It was Tuomas at the gate of the marina. I told him again the code for the lock lock that I had sent him with an SMS earlier on. A couple of minutes later he climbed onboard with a huge smile on his face.
"Hello, Janne. Sorry that I'm late," he said and hugged me.
"Hey man. No problem with being late, it's holiday anyway," I replied.
"Thanks again for inviting me onboard. I haven't been sailing at all this summer," Tuomas said.
"Yeah, it's nice to have someone onboard. It would have been quite a change from all the hassle in the office to being completely alone on the boat," I said.
"You can put your gear into the front cabin as before. We're about ready to leave," I continued.
"What's the plan for today?," Tuomas asked.
"The wind is from south and it should stay there. We can probably sail past Porkkala without too many tacks, and I was thinking that we could try to sail a fairly long day all the way to the Tammisaari archipelago. They're forecasting southwesterly winds for tomorrow, and we could do a bit shorter day tomorrow to Hanko," I said.
He agreed with a nod, and moved his kit bag to the front cabin.
"I brought some food as you requested, and I'll drop it into the fridge," Tuomas said.
I agreed, and we both proceeded to put some warmer clothes on. Even though the temperature was about 18°C and it was sunny, sailing upwind in such weather in late June in Finland feels usually cold. A warm mid-layer and a wind-proof top-layer are usually necessary.
I started the engine and Tuomas handled the mooring lines when we left the pier. We motored away from the harbour and past the islands of Melkki and Pihlajasaari, where we hoisted the sails and started sailing close-hauled towards southwest.
The wind was approximately 10-12 knots from south-south-east. The sailing was really enjoyable. My boat, a 1980s Comfortina 32, is good in upwind work, and there was enough wind for it to move at a good speed.
We talked about sailing and life in general. Tuomas is a very positive and outgoing person, and he delivered the latest gossip about many of his friends. I knew some of them but not all. We shared many laughs with Tuomas' eloquent storytelling. I was also once again admiring his looks. He's about 180 cm tall, lean and he has a friendly and nicely-featured face. His hair, a mix of blonde and light-brown in colour, is cut nicely and reaches to his neck. At the age of 34, he was really handsome.
We sailed close-hauled past the Porkkala peninsula and turned towards west, which allowed us to ease the sheets of the sails. The speed of the boat increased. It seemed that in no time we were passing Bogaskär and heading towards the narrow and winding fairway that leads to the Tammisaari archipelago.
When entering the winding fairway, we had to work a bit more with the sheets, alternatively tightening and releasing them. About three hours later we were near Älgö to the south of Tammisaari. We dropped the sails and started looking for a place to spend the night. I had a couple of locations in mind, and we were lucky with the first one. The nicely sheltered bay was empty. We approached cautiously and I dropped the anchor from stern. When the boat was near the shore, Tuomas jumped to the cliffs with the mooring lines. He tied the other line to a tree and the other around a big rock. As the boat seemed securely fastened, we went inside, removed the heavy outdoor clothing, and started preparing a meal.
Our discussion died down while we were eating. Tuomas was obviously very tired after the day spent outdoors. I was tired, too. We washed up and I picked up a book. Tuomas announced that he was going to go to sleep.
"Should I sleep in the front cabin or do I have an invitation to share with you?" he asked.
I laughed and said that it was up to him.
"I snore, as you well know," I answered.
"I take that as a 'no', then,", he answered smiling.
I laughed. He went outside and jumped ashore, probably to pee. In a few moments he returned, picked up his toiletries from the front cabin and brushed his teeth in the boat's head. After a moment, he returned to the front cabin, where some shuffling of clothes and the sleeping bag ensued, followed by silence. In a couple of minutes, I heard light snoring from Tuomas' cabin.
I put on my coat and a hat and went outside to sit in the cockpit. It was a beautiful summer evening. There was no wind in the sheltered bay, and the sun was setting. The light was soft and the air was crisp but not too cold. I was surprised that there were no mosquitoes, either.
I kept reading for about half an hour, but soon I was getting really tired. I went briefly on shore to pee, and when back inside the boat, I switched on the boat's heater as a precaution against the chill of the night. Following the same steps as Tuomas I was soon in my sleeping bag in the aft cabin. It didn't take me long to fall asleep.
I woke up to the sound of the toilet pump. Then some sloshing sounds of water were heard, with the fresh-water pump running, followed by more pumping of the toilet. I had an idea on what Tuomas was doing, and I was hoping that I had guessed right. I had a really stiff hard-on, and I gave it a couple of strokes with my hand. I always leak lots of pre-cum, and this time was no exception.
Soon Tuomas emerged from the toilet and it was silent.
Suddenly, his face was close to mine and he whispered silently, "Hey gorgeous, are you awake? Can I join you?".
I murmured something like "Yes" to him, and he climbed on the bunk next to me. He started opening my sleeping bag while his mouth seeked mine and he gave me a kiss.
"Morning breath warning," I said while pulling away from him.
I got no reply, and he planted his mouth again on mine. Meanwhile, he had opened my sleeping bag and slipped his hand into my pants. He grabbed my hard-on and started stroking.
"Ooo, someone is awake," he said after finishing the kiss.
We both started pulling off each other's pants. I was wearing loose full-length nightgown pants, whereas Tuomas had on a pair of briefs. His hard cock was getting stuck into the waist band, but I finally managed to release it and got the briefs pulled down. I also took of the shirt of my nightgown so that both of us were completely naked.
I had had sex with Tuomas many times over the years. His cock was very familiar to me and I had always liked how it felt. He had some loose foreskin and there was a nice softness to the shaft of his dick, even though he was fully hard. He had a slightly bigger cock than I -- I had a really average one with a length of about 16 centimeters.
We had first met when he was 20 and I was 21. I think we were both really eager for new sexual experiences at the time, and we were regular fuckbuddies for about half a year. We met regularly and usually ended up me fucking him. Tuomas was never really my boyfriend although we did do other stuff than just sex together. After some time our sex-meetings started happening less frequently and finally they ended almost completely. We had remained friends for almost fifteen years nonetheless, sometimes meeting regularly. Sometimes long periods passed without us having any contact. We had shared the ups and downs of life, though, and we did also have sex together every now and then.
His chest and abdomen were naturally hairless and he had shaved around his dick. When I reached around to feel his ass, it felt hairless. He had obviously shaved there, too. I pulled him close while we were kissing and felt his hole. It was twitching and at my touch and my finger slipped inside easily. I had guessed right; Tuomas had been cleaning and lubing himself when I heard him in the toilet. I felt that I was getting even harder and hornier than I had been a moment ago.
Tuomas was slightly taller than I, but I was also lean and in a reasonable shape. I had not shaved my pubic hair, just trimmed it somewhat, so I had hair all around my dick and ass. Also I had some chest hair and a treasure trail leading to my hard dick.
We were stroking each other's dicks and having a very nice french kiss with intertwining tongues. He sometimes left is grip of my dick and rubbed the hair around my dick.
"Do you still insist on condoms for oral sex?" he asked.
"Yes," I answered.
"Ok. You're also way too hairy for my taste with all that pubic hair,", he said in a mocking tone.
I laughed. He had obviously liked how the hair on my lower abdomen felt.
"Do you want to proceed to the main course?," he asked and kissed me.
I mumbled something like "Yes" to him, while still kissing him deeply.
He broke the kiss and reached around me, picking up a condom and a small bottle of Swiss Navy. He opened the wrapping and using his mouth he slipped the condom on my hard dick. He applied some lube on me and on his hole, and turned around so that he was on his side and facing away from me. I grabbed my dick and pointed it at his rear entrance, while having my other hand on his hard cock. I slipped in easily. Having my dick inside him felt wonderful. He looked behind and I kissed him. I started fucking him slowly.
It was cramped at the rear bunk of a small boat, and we were both getting pretty warm. I was fucking Tuomas at a nice slow pace. Then, we changed positions so that he was more or less lying on top of me. As the roof was low he wasn't really able to ride me properly. We soon changed to the missionary position. I started to fuck him harder while he was jerking his dick. I felt I was close and told him so. Soon I started cumming into the condom. He also started shooting his load on his stomach. We kissed and Tuomas' cum spread between us.
I pulled out and turned on my back next to Tuomas. We were both a mess, with cum covering our front sides. I climbed out of the bunk and grabbed a a roll of paper towels, and we started cleaning ourselves a bit.
"I think I'll take a swim to clean up a bit," I said.
"Isn't the water freezing?" Tuomas asked.
"About 15°C I think, so it should be pretty refreshing," I said and grinned.
I went outside in the nude. The air was cool and felt wonderful after the warm cabin of the boat. I climbed to the aft of the boat, dropped the swimming ladder, and jumped in the sea. The water was cool but really refreshing. I did not stay long, and climbed back onboard. To my surprise Tuomas was also in the cockpit in the buff. He took hold of his limp dick, waved it to me, and jumped in the water. A theatrical small scream followed, and Tuomas climbed quickly back onboard. I went back inside the boat, picked up towels for both of us and returned outside. We dried ourselves, and Tuomas gave me another kiss.
"It was wonderful," he said.
"Thank you, that was a really nice surprise," I replied.
After a nice slow breakfast we once again dressed in warm clothes and were ready to leave. Tuomas went ashore to release the lines whereas I took care of the stern anchor. The anchor was sitting tightly in the mud in the bottom of the sea. It took some persistent pulling to get it released. In a couple of minutes we were back on the fairway. To our surprise the wind was still from south and a bit stronger than the previous day. We decided to hoist the sails immediately, and started making good speed towards Hanko.
We entered the Hanko Eastern Harbour through the fairly narrow eastern entrance. We stopped at the pump-out station and emptied the holding tank of the toilet. Our next stop was the long pier of the marina. When the lines were securely attached, Tuomas entered the boat and started packing his belongings. I remained outside and putting on the cover of the mainsail.
"Fancy a lunch onshore?," Tuomas asked when he emerged from the boat with his kit bag.
"Why not, what kind of food is on your mind?," I replied.
"I was thinking of a pizza," he said.
I was happy with that suggestion. We headed onshore and walked to the restaurants at the old magazines next to the marina. We ordered pizzas and Tuomas once again began chatting in an enthusiastic tone. I joined in and was really happy. Despite the happy tone I was saddened because our short sailing trip together was ending.
With the pizzas finished, we left the restaurant. When outside, Tuomas hugged and kissed me on the mouth. We probably got some weird looks, but neither of us cared.
"I had really good time," Tuomas said.
I agreed with him. We said goodbyes and he left for the train station. I walked back to my boat, feeling weird because of the sudden solitude and silence around me.