The Voyage, part 4 February 2002
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The Voyage, part 4
It was hard to believe that I felt so easy about my new sexuality in such a short time. This was due to the crew of the steamer I was on, which was plying its way to Barcelona: specifically Joe, and tall gentle black guy with the broadest of shoulders, and Rafi, a young Turkish man with an athlete's body and a covering of soft dark hair. Alone they were special - in combination they were dynamite as we had discovered when, in the same great game of strip poker one evening, I both won - a mouthful of Joe's thick straight ebony dick - and lost - my cherry to Rafi - virtually at the same time.
One of the quirks of the game of strip poker had been that Rafi was wearing a wrestler's singlet, a one-piece low cut garment that combines a top with shorts. He explained that wrestling was his hobby and had I accepted his offer for him to teach me some moves, having had an interest in judo when I was at school. The rest of the passengers were mainly Germans who had been working on the diamond mines in Southwest Africa, and they kept very much to themselves, so I was grateful for this daytime diversion.
The nights on the boat had been eventful since I had met Joe, but the days seemed to drag as I waited for my next chance to explore the part of my being I had suppressed for most of my 18 years. Rafi had asked me to meet him in his cabin, like Joe's, deep within the ship, and he would take me to the temporary gym he had set up before he started his evening shift.
I arrived at his cabin and knocked gently but there was no reply. I pushed the door open gently and saw that he was lying on his bunk, naked apart from a pair of white briefs, fast asleep, one leg bent slightly, his arms above his head. His small neat moustache looked like it had only just grown. He looked for all the world like an adolescent athlete even though I knew he was in his twenties. The thin trail of black hair that rose from the big basket in his briefs ran up his smooth abs and up to his chest, where it spread into small swirls on his rounded pecs. Overall, his tawny skin was covered in a fine dark hair that made me want to stroke him, and it served to soften the muscular curves of his body.
He woke up and stretched, moving his body slowly on the bed and grinning. "Let's build up a sweat" he said, and winked. He pulled on some short pants and took two wrestling singlets from a draw, then led the way down deep into the holds, where he opened the door to a compartment with enough room for two double mattresses side by side with a little floor space to spare. There were a set of dumbbell weights and a small bench folded against one wall. The ventilation wasn't perfect but adequate to keep the room at a bearable temperature. I mentioned this to Rafi and he smiled and said that it would be good to build up some heat as that would make our muscles and joints less prone to injury.
I took off my clothes a little self consciously and slipped into the thin grey cotton singlet. It was cut like a low neck vest on top. The bottom was like a pair of short boxers, the elastic cloth gripping loosely round my upper thighs, my cock and balls cupped in the give of the fabric at the front to form a pouch. I had never worn anything like this before and was turned on by the way the narrow straps defined my chest and rubbed my tits, which were still sensitive from the day before.
At first Rafi was very business-like, showing me how points were won and lost, and the basic blocks and defences. He pointed out the various ways to lose in wrestling matches - different depending on the type of wrestling, and from country to country too - then showed me the best way to avoid defeat. I couldn't take it all in, but managed to keep from being pinned quite well - my swimmer's body helping me to writhe from his clutches on more than one occasion. He then showed me a move where I was pinned on my back with him sitting on my chest, like in a schoolboy fight. I actually knew how to get out of that one and he was quite surprised when I freed myself. He then showed me a variation he reckoned would be more difficult to get out of and pinned me the same way. This time, however, he was sitting high on my chest with my arms pinned, with his bulging basket in my face, brushing against my lips and nose. To be honest I wasn't very motivated to escape. He rocked gently back and forwards so that his balls and cock were massaged against my face through the thin red cotton. His tool started to swell unmistakeably, edging over his thigh as it lengthened. But just as I thought I was about to improve my cock swallowing skills, he rolled off and stood up, his dick making a very inviting ridge in his singlet.
"Sorry, Dan" he said, "I know it's a tragic time to stop, but my shift is about to start, so we will have to pick this up later on."
I groaned with disappointment and got up. Rafi came over to me and tweaked my nipples. He pulled me close to him so our crutches were touching, and gently rubbed our engorged cocks against each other - he was an expert tease. "Tell you what" he said, "why don't you work out with the weights and I'll see if I can find someone to carry on the lesson."
I was happy to carry on with a work out to pass the time, and after he left I started a dumbbell routine I had learned in the school gym. I was doing some presses when I heard the door open, and there was Joe, his muscular black physique framed to perfection in his white uniform. His hard nipples showed through the starched cotton.
"Hi," he said smiling, "I heard you'd been dumped by your teacher and were thirsty for knowledge - can I help?"
I smiled a greeting and told him that I was his willing student. He had a small bag with him, and from it took a bottle. "The equaliser" he said smugly. I would find out soon what he meant. "But first I need to kit up" he added.
He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, his big nipples drawing my attention as they pointed upwards and outwards from his smooth pecs. It was a much as I could do not to reach out and touch them, and he must have sensed this, rubbing his hands over them slowly as he looked at me. He removed his pants and his boxers at the same time and I got a glimpse of his beautiful full cock before he pulled on a pair of white speedo-like briefs that outlined his coiled dick and balls. He turned to face me, standing there in his white socks and briefs and I wanted to "submit" right away, but felt sure this was going to be an experience that would benefit from taking our time.
"Because I'm bigger than you," he said, "I have a great advantage in wrestling. But if we use some oil, that will help to equalise things because you'll be able to get out of holds more easily. And it's lots of fun."
I decided not to argue with his logic.
He pulled the shoulder straps from my shoulders and peeled the top down to my waist. He told me to tie the straps around my waist, adding "for the moment!" with a grin and a raised eyebrow, and then he poured some of the oil onto my shoulders and let it trickle down, rubbing it into my chest and down my back to the sensitive spot at the top of my butt, down my abdomen to the top of the briefs, and on down my thighs and legs. I can't tell you how good it felt as he stroked the oil over my nipples.
Then it was my turn to oil him. I turned the bottle up and poured some of the light oil onto the top of his shoulders. His skin turned from brown to glowing ebony as the oil touched it. I worked the oil down his back first, rubbing it gently into the velvet V of his torso, then down his spine, spreading to each side of his narrow waist. Some of the oil dripped onto the white trunks and where it touched they turned transparent. I realised that this was going to be hornier than I had realised and my dick started to swell. I oiled his legs from the back and, on my knees moved around to his front. I stood up and poured oil onto the top of his pecs, letting it drip down his nipples. I rubbed his nips in a circular motion with the flat of my hand, and was rewarded with a groan of pleasure from Joe. I could have stayed there bringing pleasure to this fine specimen, but remembered our other agenda - the wrestling - and carried on. I smoothed the oil over his lean abs. Again, where it dripped on his trunks, they turned transparent, so I made rather a point of doing this to see his big coiled snake pressed against the thin nylon fabric. However, he wasn't aroused at this point, and I tried to put lustful thoughts aside to concentrate on the grappling.
The oil made a huge difference to the wrestling. I could squirm my way out of most holds - even too easily in some cases, because I loved the feel of this man's body gliding across mine, and the pressure of his crotch sliding over my face was a massive turn on. I opened my mouth involuntarily to increase the sensation every time this happened, and I think Joe may have been doing the same. My singlet, tied around my waist was soon slick with oil, slicked against the outline of my growing package.
After 15 minutes of this sinuous exertion, Joe grabbed the back of my singlet and pulled it down, exposing my ass crack. "Not fair" I yelled as he laughed, and struggled my best to retrieve the situation. This turned into a scrap to see who could get whose briefs off first. Joe succeeded in getting my shorts down to my knees and my cock leapt up to my stomach as soon as it was freed. He pinned me on my front and making tut tut noises about my cock, he pulled the briefs down over my ankles an off. I struggled and escaped his grip, and while we were both on our sides, I grabbed the back of his briefs and pulled them over his slick buttocks. I flipped him over to finish the job and as I pulled the front of his briefs down, his hard oily black pole reared up from its imprisonment, slapping densely against his stomach. Now both naked, things changed gear. We weren't so eager to put moves on the other, but to gain maximum pleasure from the slippery movements of one body against the other. At one point Joe's ass was in my face and I simply stuck my tongue out to penetrate his hole as far as I could. He groaned his appreciation.
But the best was to feel his whole body covering mine, sliding so sensuously, either from the back or front, small shivers of electric pleasure happening at the point of contact. Joe flipped me on to my stomach and held me spread-eagled. In this position he could rub his slick pole up and down my ass crack. I thought I was going to die of pleasure, and I lay writhing in rapture to feel that beam stimulating my sensitive ass crack time after time after time.
Joe then wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear, "Can I enter you, babe." I didn't think twice, and raised my ass against his pole and thrust it from side to side in a slow shimmy. That was what he wanted to feel and I felt the tip of his helmet at the door of my nearly virgin ass. I was so hot for him that I thrust back against him, willing him to invade my hole with his throbbing tube. The oil and my desire did the trick and I felt his dick slide in a little. A little more pressure and he reached my sphincter which was a little painful at first, Joe's dick being much thicker than Rafi's.
I gave myself up to the pleasure of this erotic wrestling match and pushed my ass up so that Joe's mighty dick slipped deep into my ass, and I could feel his balls brushing mine, and the texture of his crisp pubes against my oiled butt. He left his dick plunged to the hilt for a few minutes while I adjusted to the welcome invasion of his think pole, wriggling slowly to accommodate the fullness of it. And then he slowly started to fuck me, in and out, taking long sensual strokes that I matched with my grinding ass, sliding my own rigid cock up and down on the saturated sheets underneath me. The feeling of his huge tube ploughing up and down my oiled chute was close to heaven...I could feel every ridge on it as he pulled back until it was almost out, my ass pushing up so that this wouldn't happen, then he slowly ploughed it back into me, filling me so that I felt complete, grinding his hips into my ass until he couldn't get any more of that thick rod inside me...
Joe fucked me on my stomach, then doggy style, with rhythmical thrusts that made me gasp with pleasure every time he was buried deep inside me, and then he turned me over so that we were face to face, bending down to kiss me, penetrating me with his tongue as well as his dick. I licked his ears, and this was clearly a sensitive zone for him. He started groaning with pleasure and for good measure I moved my hands to his nipples. This was too much for him and after a good twenty minutes of solid, incredible fucking, Joe pulled his cock out of my ass, grabbed my cock together with his in his big hands and we both came more or less instantly, huge jets of cum, impossible to tell whose, covering my chest, tits and face while we both gasped crazily from the sheer heat and charge of the situation.
He collapsed on me, the full weight of his solid torso against my oily skin. We rubbed against each other hungrily until our cocks stopped convulsing and the cum finally stopped flowing. He rolled off and we just stayed there for god knows how long in each others arms, not sleeping, still high on the electricity and sensation of that session, each having fulfilled each others needs. We stayed there recovering our senses until, at last, we dozed off, our muscles drained of all desire to do anything other than lie together and rest.
----------------------------------- That wasn't the end of the journey, either. I met a few more of the crew, including Mr Nasty. Let me know if you would like to read more.
Dan at pav12321@hotmail.com