The Southern Breeze 2
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
Butkus's cock was as big as he claimed, but it fit my ass and hit all the good points. His cock must have curved the right way and the feelings were intense and pleasurable. After my first meeting with him I assumed he was a man rammer. That was half true. He was driven but restrained as he entered me. It wasn't a power play for him. He was careful and responsive and seemed to sense when he was going too far too fast. He figured out my limits before he pushed deeper.
At first, his cock seemed okay, then it became gradually better and it was great when I was fully impaled. He later told me that the first time he fucked a guy was rarely a total success. I was one of those rare times. He said he got big time excited entering a new ass, but usually it was disappointing. I hadn't disappointed him. I wasn't disappointed in him.
I had no experience with group sex before boarding the Southern Breeze. It had been good the night before in the hot tub. I was more than okay with the men in my cabin. They all enjoyed sex and they enjoyed watching Butkus and me fuck. They saw me as a sexual athlete, not as a sex toy.
I wasn't sure about becoming a sex toy. It didn't seem to fit with my academic personality. I had noted that my concerns vanished when I was close to other naked men. I didn't like to think my cock was overruling my mind.
I am also a realistic man, and I knew my mind and body didn't seem to object to relinquishing control to my cock. That was especially true when I was erect. There was a battle between my brain and cock, that was difficult to resolve. Eventually I decided to give my brain a rest and let my cock guide me while I was on the Southern Breeze. It might be sort of an experiment, a test drive for a new approach to life and sex. This might be just a surrender to expediency, or it might be the beginning of a new approach to life.
The next day I had breakfast at a table with Red Ford and several men from Atlanta. They were members of an exclusive Golf Club and were on the cruise to let it all hang out in a way the Club disapproved. They were ultra conservative cock suckers and ass fuckers. A man named Rusty was a born-again preacher, Todd was a judge and Delmont was an aspiring politician. I almost left the group when I realized they were unaware of the contradiction between their sex lives and their politics. I wanted to know if there were the world's greatest hypocrites or just the most clueless men to set foot on earth.
They weren't bad men; they were the most ordinary and conventional men I had ever met. While they liked sex with men, that did not impact their attitudes of opinions. They were married, had children, and had conventional lives. Sex with men were brief interludes that they ignored. They were republican, opposed to homosexuality, socialism, and women's rights. Rusty, the preacher was opposed to Darwin, women working and public education.
After breakfast we went to their suite. Donavan, Butkus and Shark knew them and came along. Rusty loved my cock. Todd treated Shark's cock as a baby treats his favorite pacifier. Donavan sat on Red's cock as if he was a bronco buster.
I also suspected they saved sperm for use in special occasions such as this cruise. It was sticky, messy and I swallowed more than my share. Butkus licked any spurting cock. It was a sexually satisfying group, even though they were odd men.
Late that afternoon, Donavan and Butkus came to my cabin. I was surprised, but I later discovered that Butkus had given Donavan a glowing review of my ass both for its ability to stay tight while being fucked and due to my stamina.
Butkus also told me that Donavan liked fucking an ass that was broken in. "He doesn't like opening an ass. That can be the part that hurts and is difficult. It kills his buzz. He loves sloppy seconds. It's clear sailing for him and he's a happy man." I was shocked at this information. It made me sound like a sex crazed idiot. I would have complained if my cock hadn't been so hard.
Butkus fucked me and then turned me over to Donavan. It was pleasurable and I certainly did not complain. We talked and I mentioned the oddity of the golfers' group. Donavan knew the type.
"The golfers aren't fucking and sucking," he said, "They were just messing around."
"What is the difference between that and gay sex?" I asked.
"Attitude," Butkus replied. "They started as kids just exploring. That is the "you show me yours and I'll show you mine" ploy. They then moved on to licking and sucking. That was just messing around, and I would guess they now are just, "letting off some steam."
"When did fucking and cum eating enter the picture?" I asked.
"That can vary, but they clearly have made peace with being tops now," Donavan said. "I wouldn't be surprised to find that a few of them have never taken cum on purpose."
"Sometimes getting fucked is a "punishment" for losing a game. Usually that is football or wrestling," Butkus explained.
"Did you win a lot?" I asked.
Butkus smiled. "If I had the hots for a guy I might lose. If he had the hot for me, I always won."
"You were the BMOC?" I asked.
"Shit no," he replied. "I was the BCOC. The big cock on campus. I was like the battery, ever ready. This may sound odd, but I was dependable."
Later that day I was back at the exercise room, in the sauna. Rusty, the Baptist preacher and Red were there. Red ran the pro shop at the golf club. They were just chatting but weren't close enough to make physical contact. Red wasn't erect, but he wasn't hard either.
"It's relaxing here," I said. "Do you have this type of facility back home?"
"We have a fancy one at the club. It's pretty popular," Red said. Most guys wear towels unless they are talking business."
"Why is that?" I asked.
"If you have some things you want private, you can't hide a recorder when you are naked," Red explained.
"It's a place to wheel and deal?" I asked. "When I've been to a sauna, it has been more of a place to let it all hang out."
"We have a locker room attendant to make sure nothing like that gets out of hand," Rusty said.
"I hire the attendants. They are all good men," Red said.
"Red's the man in charge on late Friday nights," Rusty added. "Sometimes guys get a little bit friendly."
"That's not for me. I like men who get really friendly," I said.
Rusty looked a bit shocked; then he smiled. "You have a way with words," he said.
"Words, spoken and in print are my life," I said. "I figure that if you are going to suck a cock, you might as well enjoy it as much as you can. Why just sort of enjoy it?"
"I tend to hold back," Red said. "It seems . . . unseemly."
"It seems to me that when you are sucking a pal's cock, you are a cock sucker if you only lick his knob, or deep throat him. Half a cock is the same as an entire cock," I said. I was standing in front of the two seated men. Rusty leaned forward and took my cock into his mouth. Red looked disappointed.
"You guys can share," I remarked. Rusty laughed and Red took his turn.
"The attendant might catch us," Rusty whispered.
"I was with him yesterday. He not the exercise room cop and is more likely to join us than to annoy us," I said.
"It's your turn, Rusty. He's beginning to leak," Red said. He got up and left.
"You're getting into it?" Rusty asked.
"That's why we're here, isn't it?" I asked. "I see something pretty and shimmery on the tip of your cock."
Rusty looked down and saw the blob of precum. "You think it's pretty?" he asked.
I nodded. "It's pretty, but it tastes better than it looks," I said as I got down and licked it.
Adam the attendant came in the room. He saw us and said, "I see that things are okay here."
"What are the limits on acceptable activity here?" I asked him.
"So far I haven't noticed any," he replied. "From my point of view, I prefer you shoot off in the mouth or ass. That less to clean up." Adam handed me a packet of lubricant as he left. I returned to Rusty's leaking cock.
"I don't do this often," he said.
I looked up at him and said, "Rusty I hadn't noticed any calluses or wear marks on your cock."
"I haven't fucked anyone in two years. I've never shot off in a guy's ass before," he said in a whisper. "I don't think I could do that."
"Rusty, sex is not always what you think. It may be what your cock feels," I said.
"What would happen if I shot off and they saw us?" he asked.
"The worst thing that could happen is they would applaud," I said.
Rusty was a red bear, covered in curly copper colored hair. He looked shorter than he was because he was solid and shaped like a brick. His cock was a thick tube emerging from a copper, pubic forest. I suggested that he lie in the bench and I would straddle him. We went to the back of the room and he got on the bench. He moaned as I lubricated his cock. It stood straight up.
I seem to be completely clueless as to knowing how a cock will feel in my ass in advance. Rusty was an average looking guy with an average cock. I had low expectations. It popped in easily and then he went in deep. His cock tapered from a thick base to a modest cock head. The base lodged against my prostate, so it rubbed the small gland every time I moved. Every movement was incredibly pleasurable. Rusty was moaning in pleasure.
"Do you think you are going to have a problem shooting off now?" I asked. He managed to say he was close.
"Try to hold off. The longer the ride the better the orgasm," I said. He managed to hold back.
Two men entered the sauna. They came over to us.
"Damn, this is a pretty picture," one of the men said. I looked at them and remembered them for the quiz. One was a beefy bear with a younger man.
"Now Lonnie, that is what I call bronco busting," the older guy said. "The top guy is a pro. See how he clenches his ass to grab the cock? It's a beautiful sight."
"I could do that Daddy," Lonnie said.
"You sure as hell can!" the Daddy said. "You can do that for me and your Uncles."
"That might be too much," Lonnie protested.
"Lonnie, I don't know you that well, but I have a suspicion your cock could take the Empire State Building up you ass and have room for a second skyscraper." Lonnie laughed.
I was bouncing on Rusty' s cock when he let loose and he climaxed. I think there were maybe ten or twelve major ejaculations, but there may have been more. I got off his cock. The Daddy told me to bend over. He said I was dripping sperm and he would take care of that. His cock was big, but it slid into my sperm lubricated ass easily.
"Clean up the red bear, Lonnie," he said. Lonnie was soon sucking Rusty and taking care of the post orgasmic drool.
"They call me Daddy Phil," the older man said. "I'm not that shy, but usually I'm a lot shyer than this. If I'm poking where I'm not wanted, just let me know."
I was trying to think of something clever to say when Daddy Phil shot off. He leaned over me and held me tight as he spurted volley after volley in into my ass.
"Shit I haven't taken sloppy seconds in years. I owe you," he whispered.
"It's good." I said.
"We need to meet, do proper introductions and then do some exploring," Daddy Phil said. "I owe you a few trips up my behind."
"There's no need for that," I said.
Daddy Phil laughed, "You may not have guessed, but it ain't no hardship for me," he said as he pulled out. He licked the cock drool form my ass.
As we frolicked, Lonnie's probe was deeply embedded in Rusty's ass. A second later Rusty shot off a second time and sperm splattered over his hairy gut. Lonnie and Daddy Phil left. I went to Rusty.
"I'm exhausted," he said.
I put my arm around his shoulders. "You are recharging, not exhausted. Your balls are refilling, and your cock is resting up for your next adventure," I said.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I sure am," I replied. "You need to ditch the old images of the Victorian virgins being molested by old men. We are all adults and we can make out own choices. We can both enjoy it. We are equals enjoying each other."
"Is it always equal?" he asked.
"Of course not. Everything ebbs and flows. You get more sometimes, less others. It like rain. It tends to equal out over time."
"Is my ass dripping?" he asked.
"No, I don't think he shot off in you," I said. "I would guess he had that planned for Daddy Phil."
"I wouldn't mind if you shot off in me," he said.
"Wait until you have calmed down. You've had a busy morning, you need to relax and chill," I said. I reached over, played with his ass a little and pushed his rose bud back in his ass. "No one can tell that someone has been in your ass," I said. Rusty looked relieved.
That night there was to be a talent show for the guests. I am blessed by having no performance skills of any sort. Rusty and Delmont, his politician friend, sat with me at dinner with three guys from Charleston, Jerry, Max, and Newton. Jerry was a nurse; Max was a wealthy retired man, and Newton was Max's special friend. Delmont and Max were handsome older men. I had a feeling that a plastic surgeon was partially responsible for their good looks.
Jerry seemed be uneasy. He was borderline fat. I guessed that underneath the plump exterior he was muscular. It was soon clear that behind Newton's handsome face and toned body was a modest brain. Providing for Max's sexual needs was the limit of his employable skills.
I guessed Rusty had told Delmont about our adventures. Delmont took quick glance at my cock as he talked with Max. Politicians are attracted to money. Rusty, Jerry and I hit it off. Jerry was the only male nurse on one floor of the hospital. He was experienced and had seen it all. He was calm and just did what had to be done. He had lots of stories to tell and had a cock that I thought had potential.
Newton turned out to be a pleasant guy. I had a suspicion he knew he was not a permanent part of Max's life and suspected he was looking for a new life, perhaps nursing. It was dance night. I'm not into dancing, and Rusty, Jerry, Newton and I went to my cabin for a nightcap. Delmont and Max were otherwise engaged.
"I don't know about you guys, but if I don't suck someone's cock soon, I'm going to explode," Newton exclaimed.
"If you are talking about meaningless sex, count me in," Jerry said.
"I have to admit, that while meaningful interpersonal relationships are nice, fucking like rabbits is nice too," I said. Rusty didn't say anything, but his cock was rising. The men took that as a clear expression of interest.
I eventually realized that Jerry and Newton were preceptive. Rusty was needy, shy, and uneasy. Jerry recognize that from his patients. He had patients who were too shy to tell he what they wanted, or what they were feeling. Newton and liked that in his gentlemen friends. I suspected that finding the special, unexplored sexual place or experience in a wealthy man was important to him.
Newton went to Rusty and I connected with Jerry. Newton was handsome and young, Rusty looked as if he won the Irish Sweepstakes when Newton came to him. I heard Newton say that he liked sex, but he liked making friends even more. That was the perfect line to use with Rusty.
Jerry told me that he was horny as shit, but he liked to take his time and he preferred marathons to sprints. I told him I was open minded. "So far I've not found any sexual activity with a man I don't like," I said.
"If I told you I'm into enhanced vanilla sex, are you game,"
"Enhanced vanilla, I like the concept," I replied. "What does it mean?"
"Well, it seems to involve every orifice that can be stretched to take a cock and quite a bit of sperm exchange," he replied.
"You give and take?" I asked.
Jerry nodded. "I do it all, but if I was to be strictly truthful, I love to top. Does taking the cock of a guy you met a few hours ago bother you?" he asked.
"Until this cruise it bothered me," I said. "Somehow my concerns seem to have vanished. I seemed to get fucked by a guy and get to know him later."
"How has that worked for you?" he asked.
"I unexpectedly enjoyed it. I don't know if my attitude is changing, of if I am much more into cocks than I realized," I replied.
I was on the edge of my bed. I leaned back and Jerry lifted my legs.
"Are you lubricated?" he asked. I said yes. His cock was the length of a hot dog and thick.
Jerry had a bullet shaped cock head that seemed to have been designed for anal penetration. It fit like a glove.
Newton was already sitting on Rusty's tool, and that was obviously a successful coupling. Jerry began thrusting and I lost my concentration. When I came to my senses a few minutes later. Newton had Rusty's legs on his shoulders, and his cock had vanished in Rusty's ass. Newton was gently massaging the formerly virgin ass. I had a feeling that Rusty had a new sense about what the words heavenly and divine meant.