Southern Breeze 4
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
The next morning Jones came over to me after breakfast. "I hope you enjoyed our little get together yesterday?" he asked. I replied that I had enjoyed it a great deal and asked if it was good for him.
He leaned close to me and whispered, "It was more than just enjoyable for me. I don't meet that many guys who are a good fit if you get my drift. I have two pals down below who are big too. I was wondering if you might be interested. We might have a little party." I must have looked uncertain. "Forget I said that if I'm out of line and I embarrassed you," he added.
"I am a little embarrassed, but that is because meeting the guys sounds like fun," I said. "Will you be there?"
"I'll be first in line," Jones said. "We don't want a gang bang. I was thinking of it as sequential explorations."
I smiled, "We could use you in the pub quizzes. I like the way your mind works," I said. He asked if three in the afternoon was good for me. I said yes. We would meet in his quarters, down below.
The rest of the morning was occupied by watching dolphins frolicking around the ship. It was like a nature documentary and most of the men were fascinated and trying to get pictures or videos of the dolphin's antics. I just watched and enjoyed the show in the water and on the deck of the ship. It was nice to have some unstructured fun. We also watched little thunderstorms passing in the distance.
Lunch was simple and good. I think that the schedule of the preceding days had been busy, and most men just relaxed for the afternoon. A little before three I want to Jones' cabin. His cabin was larger than most since he had a lot of equipment stored there. This was emergency or rarely needed equipment. He explained this was the stuff that was easily misplaced or forgotten. He had turned it into the room's decoration. It was interesting to look at, but each item was easily found. There was one chair and a fold down desk. He had a separate small bedroom. There was a fold down cot attached to the wall, but the floor was two mattresses side by side. One side could be folded over the other to make some walking room.
Jones told me that the two men joining us would do just about anything I asked, but the loved to fuck and rarely got the chance. "I was thinking you are a size queen, so I hope you can help them out," he added as there was a knock on the door.
It was 3:00 on the dot when the two men came in. Jones introduced a tall, beefy, and muscular Black man named Otis and a tall, toned Latino, Edwardo. As soon as the door closed, Otis dropped to his knees and began sucking me.
"I like men who know what they want," I said. It didn't take me much time to realize I was in size Queen heaven. They were all big men, but they were big in different ways. Edwardo had a thin, long cock. It looked like twelve inches. Otis was thick and perhaps eight or nine inches. I didn't know if they would fit, but I certainly wanted them in me.
Strangely, I soon realized the men had impeccable sexual manners. We went to the bedroom and formed a daisy chain on the mattresses. I sucked Otis as Edwardo sucked me. Jones completed the ring as he sucked Edwardo, Otis sucked him. Edwardo also played with my ass. There was a bottle of lubricant available and he began opening my ass.
"Edwardo leaks a lot of precum," Jones said. "Would you mind if he lubricates your ass with it?" Jones asked. I said that would be fine. Edwardo's cock was the lubricating tool. He eased it into my ass and slowly pushed deeper into me. I moaned in pleasure. I was still sucking Otis and he was drooling too.
Edwardo popped through my sphincter. "I might make a mess," he said.
"He is close to shooting off," Jones said. "Do you want to pull out?" I told him to unload in me.
"Otis is going to like that," Jones said as Edwardo began to spurt. I felt and enjoyed each volley. It was lovely. Edwardo pulled out and Otis nudged his cock into me.
Otis made a single thrust. I don't think my sphincter had closed from Edwardo, so it was painless. It was also incredibly filling. I had thought Otis's cock was shorter than Edwardo's. It seemed long to me.
"I can feel Edwardo's hot cum in you," Otis whispered in my ear. "You ass is a perfect fit for my cock. Is it okay for you."
"I'll tell you when I can think straight. Just keep on doing what you are doing," I replied.
Over the next half hour or so Jones, Otis and Edwardo traded places fucking me. While they were all well-endowed, they were endowed in different ways and I liked the variety. Edwardo was able to have multiple orgasms, Jones and Otis came twice. Fucking is a crude word for their approach to anal sex. I shot off twice Jones and Otis took my loads.
I was surprised when Captain joined us. "Mr. Smith, I have a confession to make," the Captain said, "I have a taste for well used asses that are also depositories for sperm. Mr. Jones said he thought you would not object to a fourth cock in your ass. Was he correct?"
I told him that was correct. I thought I should have said no, but when you are on your back, naked with your legs spread and cum drooling from your ass, it is hard to play the virgin. I made the right choice. My ass had been spread wide and the more normal girth of the Captain's cock gave it a chance to return its normal size. It contracted to grab the Captain's cock.
"Mr. Smith, these boys produce the best anal lubricant on the ship. I need to compliment you. Your rectal muscles are still firm and tight. I tend to find first time experiences with strangers sexually exciting. I hope you feel the same sensations?" the Captain asked.
"The men were perfect gentlemen," I replied.
"Some of the passengers on past cruises had a taste for bad boys," the Captain observed. "I am not into drama or play acting. Plain old sex is so exciting, I don't think there is any need for extra drama."
It was a good experience and I was back in my cabin by 4:30 and had time for a nap before dinner. Dinner was good and I sat with Donavan, Butkus, Tommy and Bobby. The night was going to be a video quiz. Scenes from old movies and TV programs were shown for identification. Most of them were from shows made before 1980, and the quiz was fun.
There was a huge crash and the lights flickered slightly. The PA system activated. "Remain calm. An unidentified object has hit the ship. Remain calm and await instructions. I was near a door and heard screaming. A smaller ship had run into the side of the Southern Breeze. It was hard to see but it appeared to be a wooden vessel and had passengers. Strangely, I thought of the Captain's cock which had been in my ass a few hours earlier. I hoped he was a good as a Captain as a fucker.
The Southern Breeze had sent a launch approach the ship with powerful searchlights. The P.A. system asked if any persons had medical, first aid, lifeguard, or EMS experience to go to the bow area of the ship. It asked that all other men go to their cabins. I went to my cabin put on swim trunks and grabbed a shirt. I have been a lifeguard for years in the summer. I had the highest certification.
There were some people clinging to the remains of the ship that hit us and some in the water. The crew launched inflatables. We had several doctors, many nurses, and a number of EMTs on the cruise. The crew turned on all the exterior lights. We spent the next hour fishing people out of the water. The water was warm, but several were in shock and several had been injured by the impact. There was one dead body, the captain of the ill-fated ship.
I had no idea what had happened. I had been rescuing children from the boat. I had practice calming frightened children as a lifeguard. An hour later a Coast Guard Cutter came as did a British Naval vessel. About an hour later a flotilla of boats from nearby islands began arriving. They were looking for relatives.
The ship was a passenger ferry for local traffic. It had engine trouble; left late and failed to arrive at its destination. A doctor told me the captain had been dead well before the ferry hit the Southern Breeze. Rigor mortis had begun to set in.
By three in the morning, all the passengers and crew were saved and transferred to other ships and boats. Our Captain was calm, in control and competent as was our crew. I noticed that Otis and Edwardo did much of the heavy lifting. We were all exhilarated by the experience. Everyone had done well.
The full story came out later. The ferry was called the Caribbean Queen. It had been out of service for years but was bought back after the new ferry was destroyed in a recent hurricane. The captain has spent much of the day working on the engine, which was described as moody. They set off late. The Captain had a heart attack and died. The ship was on a primitive form of auto pilot, but of course the dead captain could not change the course. The passengers didn't know the Captain was dead, and the remaining crewman was a mechanic. The Caribbean Queen just went straight until it ran into the Southern Breeze.
A 70-year-old wooden vessel was no match for a 10-year-old, steel ship. Our ship suffered scratched paint and nothing else.
In the morning, the head steward announced that coffee and pastries would be brought to the cabins for breakfast and sandwiches for lunch. The dinning room needed to be cleaned after sheltering survivors of the accident and dinner would be served in the dinning room as usual. Everyone was tired and that was fine. After the adrenaline rush of the rescue, most of the men crashed needed to rest. The staff brought in two coffee urns and trays of pastries and left them on a cart in the hall. That was good for everyone. They could sleep late if they wished. Lunch was served the same way.
Our tip was extended by two days due the accident. The United States and British governments needed to officially investigate. Our ship's passengers included more medical and emergency personnel than normal, and thus the only death was the Captain of the Caribbean Queen. That wasn't his fault. Ten of our passengers had to get back home, so they transferred to a nearby island and then flew back. A ferry brought some additional supplies.
The cruise line didn't want anyone to think the passengers were eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on the return voyage. They also wanted the ship to look its best. I walked around the deck at 11:00 and the crew had been busy cleaning. There were two men already painting the scuff marks on the hull left by the ferry. I ran into Tommy and we talked.
He asked if I would like to get together with him and a friend that afternoon. I said of course. He then told me his friend suffered from a near crippling closet case problem. They were old friends, but his pal had trouble connecting. "My friend, Dexter, thinks you are handsome. He would love to meet you," Tommy said.
"He wants to have sex with me?" I asked.
"Dexter would never say anything like that, but I know sex is what he wants. For him, sex is an aspiration. He had difficulty achieving it," Tommy explained. "We have sex, but neither of us are movie star material."
We chatted a while and I suggested we meet in my cabin at 2:00. That was fine with him. Tommy and Dexter knocked on my door at two. Dexter was a normal guy, blond and a bit bland. We talked briefly and the I told him I was hoping we would have some fun this afternoon.
"What kind of fun?" Dexter asked.
"Quite frankly I was hoping to suck and fuck until our balls are drained," I replied.
Dexter looked at me in shocked disbelief. After a pause he spoke. "That sounds good to me. How do we get the ball rolling?"
"If I can count right, we have six balls and three cocks to work with!" I replied. Dexter was already hard by then. He was lying on the bed. I squirted some lube on his cock, straddled him, and sat on his erect member. Few things in the world are total successes the first time you try them, but this was a complete success.
Dexter's cock seemed to be standard issue, but it felt great rubbing against my prostate. Dexter's eyes crossed and he moaned. That was the sound of total satisfaction. I bounced on his tool. That was even better. It seemed as if every movement I made inspired more moans.
"I hadn't guessed it would be like this. You're so juicy and receptive," he said. "I thought it would be more like a punishment. I felt like you invited me into your ass."
"I think of sex as a mutual admiration society. It's like a dance. It's only good when both partners are into it," I said.
"I thought it was only good when you are in love," he murmured.
"You don't need to be in love to be good dancers, do you? You can have multiple partners and enjoy them all," I said. I then asked Tommy if he had taken Dexter's cock.
"Nope," he replied, "but I'd like to get in line." He leaned over and sucked my cock.
We were off to the races. A little later Tommy and I sixty-nined and Dexter fucked me, and then we switched, and Tommy fucked me. Dexter liked watching Tommy's cock slowly opening my ass and then slipping deep into me.
"Well, you know what it feels like as you opened me," I said. "You liked the warm and tight confines of my ass. I think you liked it and I know I liked it too. It is sort of a game to see how much you can feel without losing control. Some guys think they are too macho to drain their balls into a guy's ass. You can't pretend you weren't into it."
"Do you like shooting off in a guy?" Dexter asked.
I smiled. "Who in hell is going to believe you just happened to be up a guy's ass and accidentally shot off?" I asked. "It's more enjoyable if you admit you like it. I have a strong suspicion that most men like it a lot." As if to illustrate my point, Tommy, who had been gently trusting into my ass, lost it and had a vocal orgasm that left no doubt what the was depositing deep in me.
"When Tommy pulls out you have a chance to sample a used ass," I said. "Some guys think of sloppy seconds as a delicacy."
"I don't think I would like that," Dexter said.
"Ask your cock if it is interested," I replied. I was surprised when Dexter took his cock's advice and he reentered my ass.
"Oh wow!" he moaned. "It's wonderful."
"Lubricant made in your buddy's balls is the best lube in the world," I said. It was good for both of us, but Dexter shot off before I had a chance. Tommy realized that and sucked me to an orgasm. It was a good afternoon. I think by the time Dexter left, had had almost come to the realization that his cock was a part of his body and not a sinful appendage attached to him but the devil.
The night's dinner was good and festive. We invited the members of the crew to the dinner to recognize their efforts. The Captain and the senior staff were running the ship and the lower ranking staff were honored. Everyone was in a good mood and it was a good night. I was at a table with Butkus, Major Max, Otis, and Edwardo. You never know if the people you know are snobs. That was not a problem at all at our table. I had a suspicion that being well endowed tends to lessen snobbery. Somehow all six of us ended up in Major Max's suite. All was well.
The next morning Dexter came up to me after breakfast. We made small talk, but I guessed he had something more important to discuss. He finally got to the point.
"Do you guys get to fuck me now?" Dexter asked. "I've never been fucked."
"That depends on you," I said. "I like to be fucked and I like to fuck. Everyone has their own likes and dislikes. I can definatly tell you that it is better when you like the guy who is pushing his cock into your backside. Sucking is good for almost everyone. Fucking is more difficult."
We talked and agreed he would come to my cabin at two in the afternoon. He came with a much younger friend, Denny. Denny was a product of a born-again theological college. When I opened the door, Denny was already at half-staff.