To Places Unknown

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I came back after breakfast and flopped on my bed. Greg was still asleep and for a while I just lay there on my side, watching him breathe. Greg obviously has a sixth sense because after a while he opened his eyes, stretched his arms out and then realized I was looking at him.

"I hope I wasn't snoring."

"You don't snore."

"Are you sure...I've been told..."

"Well not when I've been around. How did you sleep?"

"Amazing. I feel much better. We had a a busy night." And looked at me with a little smile.

"We did...and about that. Apparently Steve heard us last night...or at least recently. I forgot that his room is right next door."

"It is? Wow. I guess we were a little noisy. Was he pissed?"

"Actually I think it's more accurate to say he was turned on."

Greg looked surprised, which was unusual. Is Steve...?"

"Yeah, he is, more or less. But he's very discreet and most people don't know. But he came on to me last year. He's come on to a few guys, actually. I have no idea if anyone took him up on it."

"Hmmm. He's pretty cute in a 'I work on a ship' kind of way. Were you tempted?'

"Was I...well at the time, no. I wasn't tempted by anyone. You're the obvious exception."

"Would you be tempted now?"

I looked at Greg's face to try and see where he was coming from. It seemed to be a simple question. I thought about it for a moment. I tried to imagine what would happen if, in response to him groping me, I said something about going to his cabin for a fuck. I realized I was intrigued, which surprised me. Steve is kind of good-looking. The rumour is that he has sex with whoever he finds interesting, male or female.

"I guess...if you weren't around, I suppose. But I'd rather be with you."

Greg face reddened a little and he smiled at me. He looked down at his hands for a moment, then back at me. "What if...we invite ourselves over to his cabin some time?"

I would have imagined myself shocked by this, but it actually seemed like a interesting idea. And Steve had offered the same thing, after all.

Before I could answer, Greg said, "And Steve's room is at the end of the hall, so even if things get, well, noisy, we wouldn't be bothering any of the other guys."

I still wasn't sure how to respond. I realized I felt a little afraid, but of what, I was not clear. Maybe I was worried that somehow it would dilute what was happening with just Greg and I. I finally said, "This is all so new. A threesome? I've barely figured things out with you, much less adding another person."

Greg got out of bed and walked across to mine, sitting down beside me. He ran his hand up my back. He leaned down and kissed me neck, then said, "Maybe don't think of it as quantity, but rather adding something interesting to what we started. Maybe it would actually make what you and I are doing that much better."

"You're the one with the experience, not me. But I guess I trust you. And you and I will still..." and I couldn't finish because I suddenly felt like I really was in high school, not just feeling like I was in high school. Greg lay down so that he was facing me. I could tell he was picking up my discomfort. He held my face in his hands. "Stuart. You and I have started something and even if we have an experience with Steve, it won't change the fact that we will continue to do this together.

I was relieved. Both to have told him what scared me, but also by what he said. I smiled at him, leaning in to kiss his nose. "So...what do three people do when they have sex?"

"Well! Now you're talking. It can be really fun. I don't know Steve very well, but he seems pretty chill and I think that's important when it comes to sex between more than two people. As to what, well, the possibilities are endless. Who fucks who, who sucks who, who is on top, or in the middle or...well...a bunch of things."

I looked at Greg's face which was clearly excited. "You're into this, aren't you."

"You are too. I can tell."

"I suppose I am. But you know me and the unknown. It scares me a bit."

"Just remember -- and this can be the good part -- that whatever happens, I'll be there. I won't go anywhere. Now if you and Steve decide on your own to do something...well that's cool as well. But you two can figure that out."

"You'd be all right with that?"

"Why not? You and I aren't...well... at that point yet, are we?"

I could tell where he was going, but a part of me wanted him to spell it out. "What point is that?"

"Well, I don't think we can call what we're doing a relationship yet. Much less us having to think about commitments and stuff like that. But I guess I hope we will..." He trailed off and looked a bit uncomfortable which I had never seen. I realized he was saying a lot about how he felt and I needed to find a way to acknowledge it, but not make a big deal about it.

"Right. We haven't. But I hope we will, too." We looked at each other for a moment. He slid his hand up my neck and across one cheek. I grabbed his hand and kissed it.

I finally broke the silence. "So...when should we hang out with Steve?"

He looked at me, surprise on his face. "Are you sure? You're not just going along with it because I'm into it?"

"No, I'm not. I'm totally into the idea, even thought I don't know what it might look like."

He thought for a moment. "Good. I'm glad. Let's ask him at dinner tonight and see what he thinks.

So we did. We saw Steve sitting alone at a table, so we sat down, one on either side of him. "What's going on?" He looked a little puzzled.

Greg started. "Well Steve, Stuart tells me you propositioned him yesterday."

"Propositioned him...is that what I did?" I could tell Steve was playing right along. He seemed unflappable.

"Yeah, you did. And we're kind of into it, if you still are."

Steve looked from Greg to me and then back. "Are you sure?"

I found my voice. "Absolutely."

"Hmmm. Interesting development. Well, I have an idea. What if we wait until we get to New York. I have a little apartment we can use, so it will be easier than trying to be all discreet here on the ship. Sound good?"

I looked over at Greg, who nodded. I turned back to Steve and I decided to give him back what he gave me. I slid my hand into his crotch, and to up the ante, I undid his zipper and slid my hand in, and gently grabbed his semi-hard cock for a moment, then pulled it out.

Steve looked at me, amazement on his face. "Shit, Stu, if I had known you were such a randy fucker, I would have made a move a long time ago...but wait, I think I did."

I laughed. "You did, Steve. And I was flattered, but at that point, I wasn't saying yes to anyone. Times have changed." And I looked at Greg with a smile. Steve looked from me to Greg again.

"So all that noise you two have been making is what has changed, I guess. I get it. And it's pretty hot, if you don't mind me saying."

Greg smiled and reached out and tousled Steve's hair. "We don't mind at all. We've been having fun, and hope you can join in."

He laughed at this, and said "Count me in."

I said, "Ok! That's settled. We'll make a plan before we dock. When is that, anyway?"

Greg shrugged his shoulders, and Steve looked blank for a second. "Oh...I think it's supposed to be a week yesterday. Tuesday."

"So it's a date." And I stood up, adjusting my pants to try and hide the hardness that was trying to escape. Steve grinned wickedly and rubbed his hand across my bulge. He said, "A date it is."

We finished our shift by about three in the morning. I always found the night shifts screwed up my sleep, and this was no exception. We were both wide awake and we both had the same thought because once we had had a quick shower and come back to our cabin, we both piled into Greg's bed, mouths all over each other. He had me on my back and was giving my cock a bath with his tongue when he stopped and raised his head. "I want to fuck you..."

I just looked at him a moment. I was a bit scared, but at the same time, my whole body seemed to be feeling the opposite. In answer, I spread my legs and raised me knees and I smiled. "But we'll take it slow, right?"

"Of course." I could tell Greg was excited. He pulled out the lube from under his pillow and drizzled a bunch on his fingers. Moving up and feeding me his tongue, I could feel him begin to open me up, gently massage my asshole, stretching me and sliding various fingers in, then fucking me slowly with his hand, all the while exploring my mouth and kissing my neck.

Having this much happening in that part of my body for the first time was something I will never forget. It felt right. I don't know how else to describe it. I had never considered that I was empty until I felt that I wasn't. The intensity made me want to make noise, but I also didn't want Steve to have a free audio show -- at least not yet.

As Greg sucked on my nipples, his hand continued to move inside me, stroking me from the inside, massaging a part of me I didn't know existed, but that almost sent me over the edge each time his fingers found it. He got to my cock which was throbbing with my heartbeat and gently lapped at the end, tasting all the precum that poured from it. I knew if he paid too much attention I would come in a second and he seemed, as always, to understand.

His hand slipped out of me and looked up into my eyes. "How's that?"

"If that's what it's like, then I don't know why I waited so long."

He chuckled as he dribbled more lube on his cock, massaging it as he looked at my face. "Here goes."

He grabbed one of my legs, and with the other, brought his cock to my hole. He began to move his dick in circles against it, with a little pressure, massaging it with the end of his cock. The pressure increased and very slowly the head of his cock slid into me. Once that muscle had let him in, he stopped, his cock still as I relaxed and the intensity -- almost pain -- subsided.

He face was close to mine and every few seconds our mouths met in a little kiss. He leaned back. "I'm going to keep going." I nodded and pulled his mouth to mine.

He pushed a little more, but gyrating his hips as he did. I felt he was widening me out as he slid in. Somehow his cock glided into me in such a way that the sensation never quite became pain, just hovering at the edge. It was intense but it was an intensity that my body registered as pleasure. I wanted to make noise, but kept my mouth fastened to his instead, the urgency of my tongue in his mouth saying it for me.

The length of him kept sliding and the inside of me continued to accept him, widening and I felt each part of his cock as if through my whole body. I finally felt his body meet mine. He was all the way inside me. He leaned back and looked at my face. "Tell me the second this feels too much."

I could hardly speak, but I managed to say "Fuck no. This is amazing." He grinned at me and bent down and kissed me. He began to lick my chin, then my neck. Then he leaned back and tucked both hand under my knees and ever so slowly started to fuck me. His hips pushing forward after sliding out of me almost to the point where he would slip out, but then steadily back in again. Steadily and carefully he did this a few times, all the while never breaking eye contact.

I couldn't have spoken had I wanted to. All of my attention was taken up by the feel of him inside me, the awareness that this part of my body was so sensitive. After a few more thrusts, he pushed me legs back a little more so my ass was facing up and as his movements increased, our mouths could more easily meet. Our kisses were just as intense as the feeling of his cock inside me, and the only word I can use to describe what I felt is hunger.

I realized my arms had moved down and had taken hold of his ass and were pushing him into me. As his sped up a little, his hips setting up a gentle pace, one of my hands moved to his asshole and I began to explore it with my fingers. Each time he pushed pack, my fingers slid a little further.

I heard his voice in the ear he was licking, "Maybe Steve will fuck me when I'm fucking you."

It was one of the Greg statements that seemed to be designed to send me into space because my only answer was to try to push him into me further. It seemed to do something to him as well, because he leaned back and began to fuck me more intensely. I could tell he was being taken over by something and he stopped being so careful. But I didn't want him to be.

"Don't hold back. Just do it." I wondered where these words came from, but I knew they were the truth of what I wanted.

The bed was creaking each time he drove himself into me. I began to smile up at him as an idea came into my head. "Do you suppose Steve is jerking off right now?"

He managed to laugh but it sounded like a gasp. "I hope so."

We didn't say anything else because I could tell he was reaching some kind of conclusion. His eyes were closed and his grip on my legs had tightened. Each time he thrust my whole body was pushed back. I looked down at my cock that I hadn't touched. It was rigid and there was a pool of precum on my belly being fed by a steady stream that drooled from the end. I decided to leave it, realizing I didn't need to do anything. The motion of his body in mine seemed to be jerking me off in a whole new way. "I'm fucking close..." I heard him gasp.

I just looked up into his face which was damp and red. He slowly leaned his head back and made a little choking noise and even though he didn't alter his movements, I could tell he was coming because his ass was trembling and as I slid a finger inside him, I could feel the shuddering inside as well.

After a few more really deep thrusts, he began to slow down, rotating his hips, further massaging me. He opened his eyes and sat back, his cock still deep within me. "Stuart...that was...fucking amazing."

I laughed. "Yeah. It kind of was."

He looked down at my cock which was still like burnished steel, the pool of precum underneath it. The end was wet and was still drooling. He slid out of me very slowly so he could bend himself down and he slurped up the liquid with a moan. When it was all in his mouth he swallowed, then engulfed my cock. I knew I would come in a second and I didn't care. I didn't tell him because I it was obvious he knew.

He used one hand and held the base of it, and ran his tongue under the head and with that I erupted. Not just my cock, but my whole body. My life seemed to blast out of the end my cock and into his mouth. He stayed fastened to me as I poured into him. I didn't think a person had that much cum in their bodies. When I stopped gushing, he leaned back. He swallowed but then moved up and our mouths met. He let the rest of my cum slide into my mouth, and I took it in, feeling it slide down my throat.

Our mouths worked together for a while, more and more softly until we stopped with a light touch of our lips. He fell back on the bed beside me. His breathing was heavy, and as I ran my hand over his chest it was almost wet with sweat. I felt the emptiness after so much presence in my body. I could feel his juices started to slip out of me. I slid a couple of fingers in and brought them out, wet with his cum. I brought them to my mouth and licked them clean.

I turned and he was watching me. "Dirty boy," was all he said. He slid closer to me, turning me so that my back was to him. I wriggled a bit so that his still mostly hard cock was nestled in the crack of my ass and he surprised me by pushing forward so that his dick slid back in. He pulled my hips to him and we lay like this until finally his cock gave up and softening, and he slid out. But by this time we were almost asleep. The last thing I remember feeling was him kissing the back of my neck.

The next few days were quiet. The ocean was like brushed steel and very calm, and we finally glided into the bay where New York sits like an alter to concrete. The sun was bright and there was a fresh breeze blowing from behind us, as if it had ushered us back.

At various points along the way, Steve would grin at one or both of us in passing. I realized I was getting excited by the prospect. I began to see Steve in a different way: his floppy hair, his sinewy arms and the scruff on his face that always seemed to be the same length.

Greg and I didn't have time or energy for much in the way of sex. We were busy getting ready to dock and had to do double shifts sometimes to make sure everything was ready to unload. The night before we came into New York, resting my head on his thigh, the taste of his cum in my mouth, I found myself trying to imagine what might happen between the three of us.

I felt Greg's hand in my hair, massaging my scalp. What I most felt in that moment was a kind of freedom. Not the philosophical freedom of people who have been emancipated or brought out of dark places, but a freedom in my body, as if there had been parts of me that had been boarded up, so to speak, and my life took detours around them. Now it felt as if the windows of my life had been opened and sunlight was pouring in.