To Places Unknown

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With a full ship, we started on our journey back to New York. I had heard from our supervisor that the next journey would be to Rotterdam which excited me because I had never been to Holland.

But this journey, back to where we started, felt different. Very different. Greg and I...well...there was the kissing. We didn't talk about it -- like guys -- but I could feel there was a tension or something between us. Not bad, but all the next day, before and after our shift, we didn't really say much.

We had a quiet dinner and both of us went to bed early. We had friendly, but superficial conversations and then lights out. But of course I couldn't sleep. There was a question lying around our cabin and not only did I not know the answer, I really didn't even know what the question was.

I lay for a few hours, restless. Finally I turned on my light. I looked over at Greg, who seemed to be asleep. Fuck. What was I supposed to do? I stared at him, willing him to wake up. But I guess the light did something, because he finally opened his eyes, stretched his arms up, then looked over at me. He smiled his usual smile which at that moment I wanted to wipe off his face.

"So you want to talk?"

He was almost clairvoyant when he did stuff like that. "Yes I want to talk. What do you think?" I realized I was angry but I also knew I had no reason to be.

"So talk." He adjusted his pillow so that he could look at me.

Of course at that moment I couldn't find the words, and I could tell he wasn't going to help me. "I feel...like we should talk."

"Yeah, I get that."

"I know, I know." I took a deep breath. "I don't usually kiss people. You know?"

"Yeah, I know."

"How do you feel about it?"

"It was nice."

That surprised me. But why? Of course he was honest. It was driving me crazy. "Yeah, but..."

"But what? Did you want to kiss me?"

"Um...yeah, I did."

"So? I liked it. We can do more of that if you want."

Of course I knew that. People kiss all the time, but not me. To the fourteen-year-old part of myself, it was a new world. Sure, the odd girl had drunkenly tried to jam her tongue down my throat at high school dances -- at least the few I went to -- but that was different. I never reciprocated and never wanted to. By the time I started working on the ships, I kind of felt my kissing days were done. At least I told myself they were. But now?

After he finished talking, he got off his bed and came across to mine and sat on the edge facing me. I looked up at him, not sure what was going to happen but hoping something would. He leaned down and kissed me. Just once. His lips felt soft and his tongue brushed mine for a second as our mouths opened. Then he leaned back and looked at me. "That all right?"

"Yeah, it's all right." I reached up and pulled him down to me. Our kisses became more intense and some instinct in me seemed to know what to do as my tongue wrestled with his. I felt his hand on my chest, and it slid further down, pulling lightly on my chest hair, then sliding off to the side, caressing my belly. My cock was rigid and throbbing just below his hand as he licked my ear and kissed my neck, then I felt his hand grasp me. I was so hard it felt like I might explode just from his touch.

He raised his head and looked into my eyes. "You smell good." It was all he said but it felt amazing. Such a simple statement. He turned and looked down at my cock and there was a moment when neither of us did anything. Then he leaned lower and took just the head in his mouth, suckling it like some kind of candy. His tongue swirled around the little cleft in the end which sent shivers up my whole body.

I had to close my eyes the feelings were so intense. He slowly lowered his mouth, engulfing the whole length of me with a kind of suction. I felt his hand grab my balls and tug them as he finally had my whole cock in his mouth. It seemed to reach the back of his throat and I was amazed he wasn't gagging. I realized the obvious: he'd done this before.

He slowly moved back and began to gently roll my balls in his hand while he sucked me in a few times. I couldn't think any more, but I opened my eyes and looked down at him. He was still sliding me in, then slowly backing off me. He realized I was watching him and our eyes met. He let me slide out of his mouth, then moved quickly up and we kissed again, hungrily.

He moved back down to my cock, which was shiny from his juices and the end was red and almost angry-looking. He sucked on the head again, his tongue trying to drive into the hole. He began massaging it with his hand while keeping up the suction. I was almost frantic and I started to gasp, almost choke. He stopped and looked at me. "Not    yet," was all he said.

He let go of my throbbing dick and got between my legs, spreading them. I suddenly worried he was going to try and fuck me but I soon realized he had something else in mind. He lifted my legs so my ass was accessible and got down low on the bed and drove his face in between my legs. He lifted my ass and I felt his tongue sliding all over my hole and then right into me. It was the most unexpected feeling I had ever had and I almost came right then.

Over and over, he thrust his tongue into me. I couldn't help but grab my cock in my almost trembling hand and pump it slowly. I was moaning and I knew this couldn't go on much longer. "I'm...really close..."

I heard his voice from between my legs. "I know. That's good."

He pulled his face out from between my legs, and moved up and grabbed my throbbing, sticky cock, and started to slide up and down, lightly, almost gently, but the contrast between the light touch and the waves of intensity took what little breath I had, away. He brought his lips to the end of it, holding it against his tongue, which swirled around the head a few times, all the while continuing his soft caressing. I started to cry out, but realized I should be quiet, so I closed my lips and just whimpered.

Like a river that finds its course, the electric amazement of what he was doing to me found its purpose and a crystalline storm started somewhere near my asshole and blasted through what was left of my inhibitions and I threw my head back as I emptied myself into his mouth. One of my hands was beating into the mattress as if in protest, but it was no use. I lost myself for a moment in his mouth. I could hear him moaning as he swallowed me. As if I was now a part of him.

I finally choked and things subsided in my head. He let go of my cock which was still somehow hard, and with a little smile, he moved himself up and our mouths met. I could tell he was on fire, and I tried to keep up. He kissed me, thrusting his tongue into me and all I could taste was...myself. He had saved some of my cum and it was now between us. Impossibly, this set off another, smaller wave of pleasure in me, and our kisses became a little frantic.

But things subsided and he pulled away and lay back beside me, his breathing heavy. I could only stare at the ceiling which somehow, even though I had stared at it hundreds of times, looked different. The slightly bitter taste of myself was everywhere. As I let what just happened wash over my mind, I felt him find my hand and grip it. We lay like this for a while, just breathing.

When the energy that was racing through my body subsided, I pulled myself up. I heard his voice behind me. "You all right?"

I was all right. But I said "I guess I really am gay."

There was silence for a moment, then he burst out laughing. "Oh really? What led you to decide this?"

I laughed and fell back beside him. I turned and we kissed very softly, like we had the first time. "It's kind of a joke," I finally said, "but kind of not. I suppose I never needed to make that statement until now. I suppose I must have know...but..."

"Yeah. I get it."

"You must think I've been some kind of shut-in, or something."

"Well..."

"Ok. So I kind of have been. But it's not like I'm an innocent. I just never felt like having sex until now. I know it sounds bizarre, but there it is."

He slid himself closer to me and put his head on my chest, which felt really nice. I stroked his hair and played with his ear. "Not bizarre. Just you, I guess."

"You should feel honoured. Being my first and all."

"Oh, we're not done yet."

"Did I say that?"

He laughed, but as he did, he got up and straddled my chest. His cock seemed bigger and certainly harder than before. I remembered he hadn't come yet. I smiled up at him. "How do you want it."

"Well...I have some ideas. But maybe those will wait. For now..."

And he moved up so his balls were right above my mouth, so I started licking the underside of them while he started slowly, but firmly, jacking his cock above me. Again, he kept his eyes fixed on me. His face was flushed and sweaty, but there was an urgent look on it. Like he was on a mission.

I took each ball into my mouth, rolling it around, then moved to the other one. "You can be a little rough with those things..." His voice was breathless.

I took him at his word and began to drive my tongue into each one as I sucked them in. He started a low sound in the back of his throat that seemed to increase the more I worked. His hand was moving faster on his dick and I could see a big glob of precum forming at the end. He reached down with his finger and collected it, bringing it to his mouth with a slightly more intense moan.

"I'm getting close..."

His hand was moving fast and the angle from which I was watching him made it seem like his cock was gigantic. He sucked in some air and he slid back so he was sitting on my chest, but his cock was now aimed at my face. "You want this?"

And I knew. "Yeah. I do."

Then he unloaded all over my lips and my chin, some even splashing on my nose. The smell was intense and yet familiar. Everyone's cum smells the same, I suppose. I had tasted my own a few times out of curiosity, but it didn't do much for me. But now, with Greg's cum all over my face, all I wanted to do was taste. So I opened my mouth just as the last spurt flew out of the head and went right into my mouth. I was surprised, but my cock seemed to have found a second wind, because it was getting harder again. I licked my lips and swallowed.

He almost fell to the side and collapsed on his back. We lay there, both stunned in our own way. Me with the taste of him in my mouth, him with his warm afterglow.

He turned to me, a serious look on his face. "I'm going to call you Stuart from now on. I don't think you're Stu any more."

I couldn't find anything to say, so I just smiled. I could feel sleep calling to me and my eyes were getting heavy. I could hear his breathing getting regular and I think we both drifted off quickly. For me it was still and dreamless.

We got up to the sound of my alarm. We had a relatively early shift so we quickly got showers and had breakfast and went to work. The sea became rough over the morning, and I always felt a little queasy in heavy seas, as many people do. But Greg, the poor guy, was lost in nausea. He tried to work, but kept having to run outside to throw up, or to the nearest washroom. He didn't have lunch or dinner, but lay in his bed after our shift with his eyes closed and a bucket beside his bed.

I brought him some tea with lots of sugar, something that I could manage when I felt like that. I sat on his bed and watched him. His face was ashen and clammy. I put my hand on his forehead which was damp. I decided to leave him in peace. I shut off the light and went to the mess hall to find a game of cards.

When I came back later, the ocean had settled down and the ship was more still. Even huge freighters like ours were tossed about if the weather was bad enough. Greg was sitting up in bed, reading as usual. "How are you feeling?"

He put his book down. His face was a normal colour and he had his usual smile. "Way better. Thanks for the tea."

"Hey, no problem." I collapsed on my bed, feeling the three beer I had while playing cards. I looked over at him when I realized there was a question hanging around the room. "What...?"

He stood up and came over to my bed, lying down beside me. "I just want to hang out with you is all."

It was nice to hear. He threw an arm across my chest and nuzzled his face into my neck. I could feel his breath on my skin which made me shiver. A question suddenly came to me. "Do you think the guys...well...do they need to know we're doing this?"

I felt his voice vibrate against my neck. "I don't know. Do you think they would care?"

I wondered about that. It's not like it hadn't happened before. Guys hooking up. But it was quiet and no one talked about it. Most of us were straight, that much I knew. But obviously not everyone. I knew there was at least one other guy, Steve, who was at least interested since he had very subtly propositioned a few of us, including me. I have no idea if anyone took him up on it, but he was a nice guy and seemed to get along with everyone.

Living on a ship like this, there's only so much jerking off you can do before you go a little nuts. I wondered sometimes if even the ostensibly straight guys did things just to relieve the tension. Not me of course, at least until now. When I think back on it, it's hard to believe that I didn't, but the rules I set for myself as a teenager were pretty persistent. Until Greg.

"Well, they probably wouldn't care that much, but I guess we shouldn't walk around holding hands...you know? These ships are all about the straight guy, even if not everyone is.

"Yeah, I get it. Don't worry, I won't be feeling you up in the mess hall...but now? Well..."

And he was. I felt his hand slide into my pants and start to massage my growing cock. I couldn't quite believe how quickly I got hard. It seemed to surprise him as well. "You're a an eager things, aren't you?You must be making up for lost time."

He undid my pants and pulled out said cock. He stroked it lightly, seeming to admire it. He slid down and gave it a few licks. "I like it when you haven't showered...you smell amazing." He licked me again, then looked up at me as if considering something. "But...why don't we have a shower anyway."

"Why? It's almost time for bed."

"Well yes, it's almost time for something."

He slid off the bed and extended a hand to me. I decided to go along with whatever he had in mind. We grabbed our towels and walked down the hall.

There was one guy in the shower already and the three of us talked about nothing much as we all soaped up our bodies. After a few minutes, he finished and left. Greg turned to me and pulled me close, kissing me under the spray. "We should be careful. People come in here at all hours of the day."

"It's fine". He kissed me once more, then stepped back and squirted some soap on his hand. "I need to clean myself probably. You might want to pay attention." I wasn't sure what he meant at first, but then it dawned on me. He was cleaning his ass. I suddenly felt both really excited and really awkward. My cock, however, decided on the former. His hands were working on himself and he turned a little as if to show me. He had soaped up his asshole and he was sliding his fingers in, then allowing water to run down the crack of his ass.

I was fascinated and I couldn't help but grab my cock and stroke myself a little. He looked over at me and smiled. "Patience."

He soaped himself a few times, and rinsed. When he was finished he pulled me toward him and positioned himself in front of me so that my cock was nestled in his crack. "This is a teaser. I wish we could do it right here, but..."

"Yeah. That would not be good. We probably would get fired."

"Exactly. So let's go."

We shut off the shower and wrapped our towels around our waists. I hoped that if we ran into anyone, it wouldn't be noticeable that I had a raging hard-on, but there wasn't much I could do about it.

Once in our cabin, we dropped our towels, standing between our beds, our arms wrapped around each other, sliding our wet cocks against each other and kissing. He pulled back with a playful look on his face, then, to my surprise, he pushed me onto the bed. I lay on my back and he stood over me. Again, I wondered if he was going to fuck me and I felt a little scared. What I then said surprised me, since I hadn't planned it. "I'm not ready yet, but I want you to fuck me sometime soon."

His eyes widened and he put his hand on his cock, stroking it as he stared at me. "Well...I wasn't expecting that...but yeah, I want to fuck you. But not today."

He grabbed the lube and got on the bed, straddling me so that his ass was right over my cock. He handed me the bottle. "Get us ready."

I realized I had never done this, but I knew what to do. I squirted some on my fingers and reached around and found his asshole, smearing lube on it. "Make sure you get it slippery inside." I got more lube and slid a few fingers in. He was soft and warm and the intimacy of it struck me. Then I squirted my cock and jacked it a few times until it was well lubricated, and the skin at the head tingled. He looked down at me, then reached around and grabbed my dick and brought it to him, just at the entrance to his ass, rubbing the head of my cock around his hole. I had to close my eyes as sparks were flying in my head, but then he let his weight take over and slowly slid me into him. When I was all the way in and his balls were resting on my lower belly, he leaned forward and somehow we kissed. "You ready?"

"I was going to ask you."

He looked into my eyes. "Oh, I'm ready. I want you to fuck me as hard you feel like." And he kissed me again, with more intensity.

So I did. That animal part of me that had appeared the day before was back. I started to thrust my hips up, driving my cock into him. On the way down he pulled himself up a little, then we reversed. The sensation flowing from the tip of my cock deep inside him to the rest of my body was like watching fireworks spread across the sky. I held his hips in my hands as if to keep myself on the ground. I could feel my face getting hot, and all I could do was look up at him. He was still smiling. Sometimes meeting my gaze, sometimes with his eyes closed as if he was trying to figure something out.

Our rhythm was more or less perfect and as I lifted my hips, he let his weight come down and the thrust that resulted felt like it reached every part of his body. I realized I was getting faster and I worried I would come too soon. "Let's slow down a bit..."

He opened his eyes. "Yeah. Good idea." To my surprise, he lifted off me and pulled me up. We kissed a few times, then he lay down where I had been and raised his legs. "You know what to do."

It wasn't a question and he was right. I got between his legs and he spread them to the side so I had better access. My cock seemed to know exactly what to do and it slid into him again, almost without effort. In this reversed position with me looking down at him, the dynamic was different. My hips started ploughing forward and pushing him against the end of the bed. I hoped the guys next door were still playing cards, but after a moment, I stopped caring.

There was something about the slippery friction as my cock explored the inside of him that seemed to exponentially increase my speed, and my cock was measuring its length in his ass. I looked down at his sweaty face, his partly open mouth, the clear of his eyes taking me in. I leaned down and raggedly kissed him, the movement of my body making it hard to be steady on his lips. Our tongues flicked against each other then I leaned back, as my speed increased. I felt a kind of desperation in the centre of me and I realized a small whimper was coming out of my mouth.

"You're close, aren't you? Don't slow down. Fuck me like it's the last time....fuck me in the way you've always wanted to, that you're been saving for right now..."

His voice was hoarse but his words felt like an incantation and somehow matched what was happening in my body. The whimper was becoming something that wanted to be louder, but I knew we had to be discreet, so I swallowed the sound and translated it into movement and what was supposed to be a sound, became one last thrust forward and then I burst and the fireworks became an explosion and I could feel rockets of cum leave my body as I kept jamming myself forward but almost losing the ability to move at the same time. My skin was on fire, my eyes were squeezed tight and I couldn't breathe.

"Holy shit, you are an animal."

I opened my eyes and met his. But it was as if he didn't see me and I realized his hand was a blur on his cock. I looked down, watching him work. My cock was still deep in him, and I moved it slowly, circling my hips, trying to massage his insides. Then, with a gasp, his cock erupted, blasting his chest with streaks of cum. I leaned down and licked up some of it, more cum hitting my chin. I leaned back, savouring the flavour.

When his cock finally stopped and just a dribble was left, I leaned down again, and sucked his cock down, cleaning him off. I allowed myself to slip out of him and I was able to bring our chests together, his legs wrapping abound me and my head slid in beside his. We were breathing heavily and I could feel sweat running down my face.

I heard his voice in my ear. "Nice work!"

I laughed into the pillow, feeling self-conscious, but pleased. I raised my head and kissed him. "Thanks." I thought for a moment. "I don't know why I waited so long to do this. Well, I guess I do, but I realize now that I didn't need to. Safety is overrated, I guess."

"It is, isn't it?"

Way lay for a while, but eventually the stickiness became too uncomfortable so we got up and wiped ourselves off and burrowed into his bed together.

When I woke up, Greg was still asleep, so I went for breakfast since I was starving. Our shift wasn't until the evening, so letting him sleep was probably a good idea. As I was eating my eggs and slurping my coffee, I realize someone had sat down beside me. It was Steve. He had a little grin on his face.

I suddenly felt defensive. "What?"

"You know, you guys should probably be a little quieter at night."

I looked at him, shocked. He was still smiling at me and I realized, with a bit of relief, that there was nothing malicious behind his words. "You heard?"

"Yeah. My cabin is right next door, remember?" I had completely forgotten. I also remembered that he had it to himself since his bunkmate hadn't been replaced.

"Sorry, Steve. That must have been annoying..."

"Oh, I don't know if that's the right word. It was kinda hot, actually."

And under the table I felt his hand slid into my lap and grab my crotch for a second, gently caressing me. "Let me know if you guys want some company...or just you." He smiled again and stood up as if he hadn't said anything and walked out of the room.