To Places Unknown

To Places Unknown 6

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Greg and I stood on the wharf in New York. It was raining and our freighter loomed beside us in the mist. I could hear seagulls but not see them and the whole scene was slightly melancholy. But it didn't feel that way. I was excited. More excited than I had been for a while. Or at least as excited as I had been recently with Greg. I realized it had been almost three weeks since I met Greg. It felt like three months.

But this would be different, I assumed. We were waiting for Steve to disembark. The plan was to go directly to his apartment. I remember Steve saying, "Why wait. We can eat later." And he had grinned like a little kid.

We stood for a little while, knowing that Steve had been detained by our boss to go over some technical thing. Steve's job was slightly different than ours and had more to do with the manifest of what the ship was carrying.

Eventually, he appeared out of the fog and slapped us both on the back. "Well kids, ready?"

Greg laughed. "Lead on."

We found a taxi after a while and eventually made our way to Queens, where Steve's little apartment was. It was basically just one room with a kitchen added to one side. Greg and I sat on the sofa while Steve made us coffee.

Once we had our mugs, we sat, a little awkwardly, looking at each other. Finally, Steve asked, "So Stu..." and I interrupted him. "Actually, it's Stuart," and I smiled at Greg. Steve looked at us for a moment. "This is some kind of inside thing, I guess...anyway, Stuart...what's the big change in you? I mean, I've always wondered what you're all about."

I thought for a moment, trying to find an answer. "It's a long story, but I guess I've pretty much kept to myself. Until recently."

I could tell Steve was thinking. "You mean, like, no sex? Or relationships?"

"That's about it." I wondered how much to say. I knew Steve, but not very well. "I had a shitty childhood and had other priorities than relationships. But that's changed."

"So you two are, like, together?"

I looked at Greg who had been watching me. "Yeah. We are."

I could tell Greg was pleased and he took my hand.

Steve also looked pleased, which surprised me. "Very cute."

I turned to him. "What about you? You always seem to be...uh...active, at least trying to hook up with guys on the ships. Any boyfriends? Girlfriends."

It was Steve's turn to think about his answer and he sipped his coffee, then looked down at his hands, then he looked up. "I was married to this girl when we were just out of high school."

That surprised me. "But..."

"Yeah, but. She and I had amazing chemistry and all, but after a couple of years, she started fucking a friend of mine and I wasn't into an open relationship and all that, so I dumped her. Didn't want to be married again anytime soon. Too risky."

I could tell he meant that he was really hurt by this woman. But his face was open and he didn't seem fussed. Then I asked, "So, guys? How did that happen?"

"Oh it didn't just happen. I've always had an equal opportunity attitude." And he smiled at me, a little playfully. "So if I meet the right guy, I might marry him. Or another woman. But I haven't yet, so I just play with whoever seems into it. But working on the ships...well, you know, Stuart...makes it hard to have a relationship. I guess I like it that way right now."

I was kind of amazed at his candour. He seemed to feel so free to just say what was true for him. I found myself admiring him more and more. I was also struck by his comment about it being hard to have a relationship in our kind of work. I realized I would need to think that one through. I guess we both would.

Steve looked at Greg. "So what about you? How the hell did you end up on the Van Horne?"

I could tell Greg was waiting for this question. "Oh...I finished college and didn't know what to do with my life, so I thought I could see a bit of the world for a while and make some money at the same time. You know the rest."

"What was college all about? I mean, what did you want to do with it?"

I turned to Greg, curious. I hadn't heard the whole story.

"Well...I wanted to go to medical school...but it's so fucking expensive. My family has money and they paid for college and all. But..." and Greg looked at me, "they aren't going to be into it when I tell them I'm gay."

Steve looked thoughtful. "So they don't know?"

"No. Stuart and I come from really shitty families who are not into much beyond straight and white and, in my case, born-again Christian."

"Wow. That sucks. My family is pretty chill."

There was silence for a few moments as we seemed to be digesting what we had been saying. Finally, Steve put his coffee down on the little table beside him. I could tell he had changed channels in his head and wanted us to do the same. He came and joined us on the sofa, sitting down beside me. "So...what about you two...?" and he leaned in and kissed me, a few rapid, deep kisses, each of which involved more and more of his tongue.

He leaned back and looked into my eyes. "Really nice. Just what I imagined."

I smiled at him. "You've been imagining?"

"Of course. With all the noise you two have been making, what else can I do?"

And he kissed me again, more deeply, more intensely. I liked the way he kissed. It was different than Greg, less subtle, more insistent. He tasted of coffee. As we kissed, I felt his hand exploring under my shirt, pinching my nipples, his fingers running along my skin. I felt Greg's hands behind me and they both pulled my shirt up and off.

Steve bent lower and started to lick around my nipples, playing with my chest hair with his tongue, then grabbing one of them in his teeth and bit gently. I felt a stab of pleasure in my body and I gasped. Greg was busy with the fly of my jeans, and he unzipped them. I lifted myself off the sofa, and Steve pulled my pants down to my knees. My cock was, of course, rigid in my briefs, distending them at a crazy angle. As Steve continued sucking my chest, he was massaging me through the fabric. I looked down at his hand and could see a growing wet spot from my drooling cock.

Steve sat up and pulled his t-shirt off, then stood up and stepped out of his jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear. I looked up into his face. "You were ready for this..."

"It's important to be prepared." He chuckled, and sat down again, our mouths meeting, tongues in conversation. I pulled back and turned to Greg. He was sitting back against the arm of the sofa, his hand in his pants. I raised my eyebrows at him. As if in answer, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. I was about to lean over and suck him, but he said "I want to watch you two."

Steve then leaned down and started licking my cock which cleared my head of any thought. He pulled me by the waist closer to him, spreading my legs around him so he could lean down. He grabbed my cock in one hand and sucked and jacked at the same time. I put my hand on his head and pushed him down on me. I felt almost aggressive and I began to thrust my hips up into his mouth.

I felt his cock rubbing against my leg, and I managed to reach for it, gripping it tightly, rubbing my thumb over the end, which was getting juicy. The intensity of what he was doing to my dick made me pull his head off me. "I'm going to fill your mouth if you keep that up."

"What's wrong with that?" His sucked the end in again, his tongue playing with the hole.

"Yeah, but I want to fuck you." I pulled his head off again.

"Oh, well. In that case." He leaned back and got on his knees. "Suck me first."

I grinned at him, a part of me wondering where my inhibitions had gone. But it felt right, it felt free. As I began to lick the side of his cock and tug at his balls, the meaning of freedom was clearer to me. I rolled his balls around while I sucked the end of him, tasting the sweet tang of his precum. He smelled so different from Greg. A bit sharper and more complicated. I moved down to his balls, flattening my body out so my feet were touching Greg's legs. I could feel him working on his cock behind us. I took Steve's ball sac in my mouth, tugging at the skin, feeling his hair tickle my mouth, his slightly swampy taste made my own cock jerk into the sofa.

I lapped at his balls, the Steve leaned back, raising his hips and I began to lick lower, between his balls and his ass, nipping at the stubble. When my mouth reached his hole, I fastened my lips around it, driving my tongue into him a few times. He moaned above me, grabbing my head in both hands and pushing me into him. As my tongue worked, I felt Greg grab my feet and slide his cock in between them, fucking cock into the space.

But my neck was getting cramped, so I pulled myself up and met Steve's mouth again, sharing his flavour between us. He let go of my mouth and turned back to Greg. "In that table behind you. You'll find what we need."

I knew what he was getting and I pulled Steve's mouth to mine again, almost with impatience. I heard the drawer open, then Greg slipped the little bottle into my hands and kissed the side my face. Greg's mouth moved past mine, meeting Steve's and their mouths came together beside me.

While they kissed, I slipped my lubed fingers into Steve's asshole, sliding my fingers as far as I could into him. He moaned into Greg's mouth and pushed his hips down on my fingers. I decided to keep thrusting my hand in, since the feeling of him was so amazing. So smooth and soft. My hand became a kind of cock, pushing and gyrating. Steve's hips were thrusting back in time with my hand.

But I was getting a little crazy with need. I pulled my hand out of him and made my cock slippery, handing the bottle to Greg who, at this point, was just watching me. I pulled Steve's hips toward me and positioned him above my cock. He pushed down and impaled himself onto me. His hand was already on his own dick, slowly squeezing the end, which was red and desperate looking.

Steve clearly knew what to do and he began to fuck himself onto my cock. I hardly had to do anything, but in my need, I pushed up and our bodies met almost roughly. Something let go in my body and I began to more than just thrust up, smacking my body into his. Steve opened his eyes and looked at me for a moment. "You are so fucking sexy." And he closed his eyes again, now pumping his dick faster. As I watched him, I felt Greg's movement and I realize he had stood up on the sofa and before I knew it, he fed me his cock. I could taste the juices that were pouring from it, and he thrust forward, almost choking me.

The three of us were like animals and as Greg grasped me face in his hands, actually fucking my mouth, Steve leaned forward and licked Greg's cock as it pushed into me. I had to brace myself on Steve's shoulders so I could keep fucking upwards. I could feel sweat dripping from my temples and down my face. Over and over, I jammed myself into Steve, still managed to open my throat to Greg's length, feeling his balls hit my chin. All I could smell was bodies sweating.

With a cry, Steve came, splashing cum all over my chest, and even on my chin. His mouth opened and he seemed to have stopped breathing. But all I could concentrate on was Greg filling my mouth and with a few almost overwhelming thrusts, I felt his cock begin spurting into the back of my throat. He kept pushing forward and it was hard to swallow with his cock in the way. Greg slid himself out of my mouth and right away, Steve began to kiss me, his tongue swimming in the cum that filled my mouth. That much intensity pushed me beyond thought and limits and I barely needed to thrust into Steve, as my own cock began to fill his insides, gravity causing some of it to ooze out. With a couple of more lunges of my hips, I felt my body began to subside, relaxing. I knew there was still a flow from my cock, but it seemed to be calming down.

My mouth was still full of Steve's tongue and Greg's cum and I had to swallow so I could breathe. Steve pulled back and licked my face of some of Greg's juice. I felt Greg flop down on the sofa behind me, spreading his legs so that I was sitting against him, his softening cock tucked into the cleft at the top of my ass. Steve slid himself off me and leaned back against the other end of the sofa, gasping for breath.

He opened his eyes and just looked at us. "Holy shit! That was intense! Greg, I think you've unleashed a monster..."

I felt Greg laughing behind me. "A benevolent monster, I hope."

I couldn't say anything. I pulled myself back so I was against Greg's chest, feeling it moving. It was as if we had all run a marathon and we didn't say anything more for a while. Sweat ran down my chest, mixing with Steve's cum. I felt damp and drained. Finally, with a deep, contented sigh, I said, "Let's have a shower."

I felt more of Greg's laughter behind me. "Good idea."

After we had all stood in the small bathtub together, kissing and soaping each other, we emerged feeling at least clean but very hungry. Steve took us to a local diner and we wolfed down lunch, talking about working on the ships.

Steve had been doing it for as long as I had, and we had been on the same ship together for three years. But we had never talked as much as we did then. Greg mostly listened, since he was new to it all. Steve said something that surprised me.

"Yeah, but I think I'm almost done with it. And in some ways, seeing you two get all romantic together makes that decision even clearer."

"So what will you do?" I realized I asked him partly because I wasn't sure what I was going to do when I stopped being on the ships.

"Oh, I'm a writer and I suppose I need to devote more time to that."

I was amazed. "What are you writing?"

He almost looked embarrassed. "Well, I've written a bunch of travel articles for a few websites. You know, places the Van Horne has been, that kind of thing. But I have a book somewhere in me about living this kind of life, and what it means, and all that..."

"That's very cool. I'm glad you're going to take it seriously."

"Well, we'll see." He took another bit of his sandwich. "What about you?" He was looking at me.

"Fucked if I know. I guess I want to go back to school..." Greg looked up from his omelette, surprised. "And do what?"

I realized I had never told him about this particular dream. "I guess I imagine that I could be a teacher. Maybe not little kids, but high school. I don't know...it just appeals to me."

Steve looked at me appraisingly. "Teaching is a hard job, so if it appeals to you, maybe you should do it."

"I guess...but I have pay for college first." I looked at Greg who clearly was thinking about something. "What are your plans?"

I knew we had talked about it a bit, but it wasn't clear to me yet what he wanted to do. He looked a little uncomfortable. I thought about what he said regarding his parents and medical school. I realized this was not the time to discuss it.

We paid for lunch and decided to walk abound. Queens is not the most beautiful part of New York, so Steve suggested we take the subway downtown and see some sites. I had spent a fair bit of time in New York over the years, but Steve had a unique approach to it, showing us things I had never seen. Little art galleries, bookshops, a funny little bar where we stopped for a beer. We took another subway up to The Cloisters and admired the medieval franken-abbey that some rich guy had constructed with the parts of dozens of ruined places in Europe.

We stopped for a cheap dinner near Steve's place and went back to his apartment. We sat on his sofa again with a glass of wine. He took a sip and said, "If you guys want to crash here until we ship out again..."

I looked around the place, not wanting to impose. "Is there enough room in this bed?" It clearly was a sofa-bed.

"Oh, I think we can manage. It's up to you. I assume neither of you has a permanent place to live?"

It was true, we didn't. So we agreed to stay, which I knew would involve more fun.

Steve was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, looking at us on the sofa. "I think this time...I want to watch you two fuck."

It was a bald statement, but it excited me. It was like the game that Greg and I had played, imagining that Steve was listening to us. But then he got up from the floor and undid his pants, pulling out his dick, which was already semi-hard. He stood in front of us, looking down at us expectantly.

Greg sat up and took it in his fist, sliding his hand from base to tip. He turned to me, and pulled Steve closer so his cock went into my mouth. I felt Greg's tongue lapping at the sides of it while I sucked at the end, and I felt Steve's hand running through my short hair. We shared his cock between us, alternating sucking on his balls. I loved the musky scent of him as I burrowed my face under his balls. I moved behind him, and spread his cheeks so I could explore his ass, licking up and down the crack.

I could feel him thrusting into Greg's mouth and as he moved back, I jammed my tongue inside him, tasting the sweaty heat.

But I was eager for more, so I stood up and tore off my clothes, releasing my aching cock and sliding it to where my tongue had been, teasing his hole with the slimy tip of my cock. But I knew what I really wanted, so I moved to the sofa, kneeling so that I was leaning against the back of it. Greg got behind me and I heard the lube open and felt his slippery fingers slide into me, almost roughly, stretching me in circular thrusts. I turned my head back and Greg leaned in and our mouths met just as his cock began to push into me.

He slid very slowly as we kissed, and I could tell he was still being careful. "Don't bother, just fuck me," was all I said.

I felt his cock drive in all the way and he held my hips for a moment, kissing the back of my neck. He leaned back a little and started to thrust forward, pushing me into the sofa with almost a shove. I could tell he took me at my word, because he wasn't being gentle, and his balls knocked against my ass as he lunged forward.

The I felt more weight on the sofa and realized there was a second pair of hands touching my waist. Steve had clearly joined us and Greg stopped moving. I waited and then heard a quick inhalation of breath from Greg, and I knew that Steve had slid into him. The three of us were still for a moment, then Greg seemed to know what to do, because he started to push into me again.

I turned to look at the two behind me. Greg's face was turned back and their mouths had met, tongues almost fighting each other. I looked down at my cock and gave it a few strokes but I knew I wouldn't last long if I continued, so I stopped, just enjoying the feeling of Greg's cock, filling me, transporting me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the pulse of the three of us.

I felt Greg's mouth on my ear, and he licked up the back of my neck. "I'm going to fill you up." I had the crazy thought that Greg should patent these little statements that seemed to be magic, since they sent my energy even higher. He gently bit the back of my neck and held my hips even more tightly. "You want my cum?" It was not a question that I had to answer.

And as before, I could tell he had reached that point, even though he didn't change his pace, but I could feel him trembling behind me. Finally he gasped and put his arms around my abdomen, holding me tightly, still thrusting forward. He gradually slowed his fucking, and Steve seemed to increase. But Greg had other ideas. He pushed back so he slid out of me and turned and he quickly lay down on the sofa with his head underneath our rigid cocks. "You know what to do," was all he said.

I looked at Steve to make sure he understood, but it was obvious he did, because he started pumping fast, and I joined him. He both aimed our cocks right into Greg's mouth, moving them so they were resting on his bottom lip. A stream of precum dripped from my dick to his tongue but before I could even think, I erupted into his mouth in a few thick bursts, and almost at the same time, Steve's cock exploded. Greg's tongue was almost white with it and he closed his mouth on the heads of our cocks as the cum continued to flow.

When my orgasm subsided, I pulled out of him, leaving Steve's cock, which he slid further into Greg's mouth. He jammed in as deep as he could go, and Greg choked a little, then swallowed. I lay back on the sofa, spent. Steve lay down next to Greg, sliding their bodies together so that they could fit in the small space.

I leaned against the back of the sofa, sweat running down my chest. My feet were squashed under Greg, so I pulled them out and turned and got up. "Hey you guys, let's make this thing a bed so we can all lie down."

With a groan, they untangled from each other and Steve took the cushions off and pulled the folded mattress out. He went to a closet and got some pillows while we stood there watching him. He threw the pillows down and flopped on to the bed. "Come on..." and we piled in around him. I fell asleep quickly, my arm around Greg's chest.

We spent much of the next morning in bed, just lying around, and talking, and drinking coffee. It all felt quite sensual, even though we didn't do much but lie there.

I had dozed off at one point and woke up to see Greg with his mouth on Steve's cock. It was a lazy sort of moment, not intense, and I slowly stroked myself as I watched. Eventually, Steve made a little gasp and unloaded in Greg's mouth and I followed soon after, shooting a little puddle onto my belly. It was as if we were doing it because we could, as if what we had done yesterday had exhausted us and this was just an afterglow. Greg lay down and jerked himself off into his palm, bringing it to his lips with a sigh. I was amazed by his taste for cum, which sometimes seemed almost an obsession.

But, as I lay there watching him, a thought...no, a feeling, crept over me that at first I was not sure how to name. When Greg lay his head on my chest and I stroked his hair, I think I understood. It was love. It surprised me and I felt almost embarrassed since it had only been less than a month. I knew not to say anything, even if Steve wasn't there, but I stored the knowledge away in a safe place in me, saving it for another day. I had never allowed that feeling to exist, much less be named and this almost shocked me. Not shocked as in overwhelmed, but shocked at how good it felt and that I had felt it for the first time.