Date: Sun, 30 Nov 2003 10:38:02 +1300
From: orbis@waipa.com
Subject: Boating - Part 16

BOATING - AN OCEAN DISCOVERY

Part 16

This series involves vivid descriptions of sexual activity involving guys
aged between 17 and 22 years old. Like it - AND lick my ass! On to part
sixteen at last! Batton down the hatches! And fuck Luke hard!  As always -
comments are welcome at orbis@waipa.com.

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Yours,
Orbis


By lunchtime the sea had become choppy. While the Nova was very steady in
the water, the swell had increased to a level where she felt like she was
being tossed from wave top to wave top. Luke had just checked the latest
weather update.

"Ok guys, it's time to put away anything loose and make sure all the
hatches are secure."

"Are we in for a storm?" asked Dean.

"Uh, yeah. Not too bad, I don't think, but we could get rolled around a
bit. From now until I say otherwise, we don't go on deck without a safety
harness. That means you use the toilet in here if you need to. Understood?"

They nodded. Dean and Jason looked a little worried. Scott was grinning
from ear to ear.

"I love storms at sea!"

"That's nice. I'm already feeling a bit queasy. I'll probably be chucking
my cookies before too long." said Jason.

Luke moved around the cabin putting things in drawers and securing cupboard
doors as they spoke.

Within an hour, it was nearly impossible to stand without holding something
solid the whole time. Luke had strapped himself into the helmsman's chair
and was trying to steer the Nova into the now very large swell which broke
over the bow.

"Scott!"  Luke yelled into the cabin, "Come up here will you?"

Scott slowly made his way up to the wheelhouse, slipping once on the short
ladder and bashing his shin against one of the rungs.

"Fuck that hurt!" he said as he climbed up to crouch beside Luke.

"Can you take the wheel for a couple of minutes mate?  I need a shit really
bad. Just keep her heading into the swell."

Luke had to yell to be heard over the sound of the breaking waves and wind
driven rain pelting against the windows.

"No worries, take your time Luke."

Luke stood shakily as Scott slid into his seat. Luke carefully lowered
himself into the cabin where he saw Dean clinging to the post of his bunk,
his knuckles white.

"You alright there Dean?"

"Yeah, I guess. How long's it going to last do you think?"

"Oh, we should be out of it in about half an hour I'd say. Hey, what the
fuck are you doing Scott!?"

The boat had lurched suddenly to the starboard and Luke had fallen heavily
onto Dean. Scott yelled from the helm.

"Sorry, she just swung around broadside. I've got her back on line. Shit,
these waves are getting big!"

Luke looked to Jason's bunk. It was empty. He pushed himself off Dean.

"Where the hell's Jase?"

"He's in the bog chucking his ring."

"Shit. I need a crap. Well, he's just going to have to move."

Luke made his way the few steps to the small toilet door. The door had been
latched open for the storm. Luke saw Jason clinging to the bowl of the
toilet with his head leaning inside. His body heaved and Luke heard
coughing.

"Jase, you're just dry retching mate. You'll be more comfortable back in
the cabin."

Jason turned to look at Luke. He was grey and his eyes were bloodshot. He
just shook his head and turned back to the bowl.

"That's an order Jason!  Get back to your bunk!  I mean it. You will feel
better there. besides, I need to have a shit right now!"

Jason leaned back on his knees. He swayed inside the small cubicle, bumping
his shoulders against the walls. Luke leaned in and grasped him under his
arms. He lifted Jason to his feet and half dragged him from the
toilet. Dean saw that Luke was having trouble and crawled over to help him
get Jason to his bunk.

Once on his bunk, Jason was having difficulty holding steady, so Dean
climbed on beside him, pinning him between the bulkhead and his own
body. Luke made his way back to the toilet. With difficulty he managed to
sit and hold himself on the toilet by pressing against the walls with his
hands.

Luke emerged from the toilet a minute later and made his way back to the
wheelhouse. Instead of risking the climb back down to the cabin, Scott just
shuffled across into the second seat. Luke took back the wheel and
concentrated on driving them into the waves.

The pounding continued for another three quarters of an hour. By the time
the conditions began to ease, Luke and Scott were beginning to feel ill
themselves. Jason was in an exhausted sleep and Dean was throwing up into a
plastic bag.

Two hours after they had entered the worst of the storm conditions had
eased to the point that only the odd wave broke over the deck. Luke was
feeling much more in control at the wheel, and Scott was able to go and
check on Dean and Jason.

By five in the evening they were on almost flat water and the oppressive
still heat had returned. As soon as they finally exited the storm, Luke
went to check on the rest of the crew. Jason was still sleeping, though now
he was restful. Dean was lying on his bunk, curled up in a fetal
position. He still looked very pale, but was once again talking.

Scott was fine. He had come close to being ill just after leaving the helm,
but had busied himself comforting Jason and Dean which helped him ignore
his own discomfort. When Luke went below he was sitting on his bunk talking
gently to Dean.

"We're out of it now. It's all over, right Luke?"

"Yep, all over. That one was a bit of a surprise really. It wasn't forecast
until about eleven this morning when it was already brewing up fast. I'd
say that would be the worst we'll have to go through. Anything bigger would
show up sooner and we'd be able to avoid it."

Jason stirred and tried to speak. He couldn't make a sound because he had
almost vomited his throat raw.

Luke opened a cupboard and pulled out a bottle of water.

"Here, have a couple of sips of this Jase. Don't have too much just yet."

Jason put the bottle to his lips and coughed as the cool water hit his
throat. As he coughed he winced in pain.

"You ok?" asked Luke.

"Yeah," he croaked, "feels like all my ribs are broken."

"That's just from all the retching you did. Are you feeling any better
now?"

"I'm not feeling sick anymore, but I still feel like shit."

"I think it'd be best if you had a bit of a sleep Jase, you too Dean."

Both nodded at Luke and curled up again on their bunks. Within minutes they
were both sleeping again. Luke made his way out of the cabin onto the
deck. Scott followed him, limping.

"How's that leg Scott?"

"Just a bit of a bruise. That was a fair pounding we took today."

"Sure was. Shall we look for damage?"

They covered the boat thoroughly together, checking that everything was
still attached. Luke checked the antenna as Scott checked below.

Scott came up from below decks.

"There's a bit of water down there. But the bilge pump's been working and
it's almost all gone."

"Right. Everything seems to have made it through intact by the look of it."

Scott went to the rear of the deck and sat himself down to take a
dump. Luke returned to the cabin to prepare a light meal for himself and
Scott. After they ate they went onto the fore deck to sit in the dying hazy
light of the evening.

"Um," said Scott, "this might sound a bit like I don't care about those
guys, but I feel like getting off again."

"Why should that sound like you don't care about them?  Shit, they're just
seasick. What do ya want to do?"

Scott slid himself over to sit beside Luke on his right, their backs
leaning on the cabin bulkhead.

"Um, I was a bit freaked when I kissed you this morning, but it was
great. Can we just kiss, then see what happens?"

"Sounds fine to me, if that's what you want to do."

Scott lifted his left arm and wrapped it around Luke's shoulders. He then
gently pulled Luke around and leaned to meet his face with his own. Their
lips met and they both opened their mouths. Quickly their tongues were
sliding around in each other's mouths.

As Luke wrapped his arms around Scott's back, Scott felt himself getting
hard very quickly. They slid over together until they were lying face to
face on the deck. Scott felt Luke's hardon growing and press into his
stomach.

Lifting his left hand, Scott rubbed it through Luke's hair, pressing their
faces together harder. He lowered his right hand onto Luke's ass and began
kneading the flesh with his fingers. Luke wriggled and Scott found three of
his fingers suddenly slipped into the crack of Luke's ass.

Luke pressed back against Scott's fingers and felt them gently sliding up
and down his crack, lubricated by Luke's own sweat. Luke moaned and moved
his left hand from Scott's back to reach between their bodies. He found his
own cock, then Scott's. Both were already slick with precum.

Scott's foreskin was now only covering half of his swollen head. Luke
carefully rolled Scott's foreskin fully back. It stayed by itself because
he was so hard. He then pressed his own cock head against Scott's. Luke
grasped his own foreskin the best he could with one hand, and stretched it
until it covered more than half of Scott's head.

Scott moaned and pulled away from their kiss. He had no idea what was
causing the incredible sensations he was feeling. He looked down and saw
almost all of his cock head buried in Luke's foreskin. Holding his foreskin
in place, Luke wrapped his hand around the intersection of their cocks and
began tiny strokes back and forth.

The sensation of a foreign foreskin on his cock head, the slow firm strokes
and the tip of his cock rubbing wetly against Luke's was too much for Scott
to bear. He gasped and his body jolted.

Luke felt the jets of Scott's semen flowing onto and around his own cock
head. His foreskin stretched out to accommodate the cum, then spilled out
over his hand. As Scott continued pumping, the bulk of the cum suddenly
squirted from between his fingers and spread itself equally onto Luke's and
Scott's stomachs.

Luke stopped stroking, but didn't release Scott's cock as it began to
soften. Scott relaxed and returned to kissing Luke. As he did, his fingers
found his ass again, and he pressed one finger into Luke's hole up to the
first knuckle.

Luke held tight to his foreskin. Eventually Scott's head slipped out of its
grasp. Still clasping his foreskin, Luke trapped about half of Scott's cum.

Scott broke the kiss again and pulled his finger from Luke's ass. He slid
down and kissed the puckered foreskin Luke was still holding. When Scott
firmly held Luke's foreskin in his lips, Luke let go of his foreskin. A
small flood of his own semen raced into Scott's mouth. Scott probed his
tongue under Luke's foreskin, extracting all of the fresh cum.

He slid up again and pressed his lips to Luke's again, to share his
load. Instead of pressing it into Luke's mouth, Scott was passive, making
Luke's tongue do all the work to extract the sticky mess.

When they both had their lips coated with Scott's cum, Scott rolled Luke
onto his back and positioned himself kneeling between his legs. He lifted
Luke's legs onto his shoulders and bent over to take Luke's hardon into his
mouth. Luke bent his knees over Scott's shoulders and rubbed his back with
the soles of his feet.

Without taking Luke's cock from his mouth, Scott pulled firmly on Luke's
body until his ass was raised and sitting on his thighs. In his kneeling
position, Scott's re-hardening cock was pressing against the small of
Luke's back. Luke almost came as he felt the soft, almost invisible,
bristles of hair on Scott's stomach tickling his ass crack.

Then when Scott pressed another finger against his exposed anus, Luke was
sure he was going to come. Sensing his tenseness, Scott stopped licking his
cock head. Luke slowly backed away from the brink. Scott pulled his mouth
off Luke's cock with a loud slurping noise as he sucked away his saliva.

Moving his hand to Luke's cock, Scott slowly and carefully milked it,
bringing a lot of precum into view. When plenty had collected, he scooped
it up with his index finger. His mouth then engulfed the cock once more.

Luke suddenly realised what was happening when he felt the slimy finger
pressing against his anus. With the lubrication, Scott's index finger
easily slid in. Scott felt Luke's ass tighten around his finger, then the
cock in his mouth began to pulse. Scott enjoyed the feeling of the sprays
of semen on his tongue as Luke bucked and grunted under him.

Scott had prepared for this moment. He wanted to save as much of Luke's cum
in his mouth as he could. He held his lips firmly around Luke's cock until
he had stopped his most productive pumps. He then pulled his mouth away,
keeping it firmly shut. He pulled his finger from Luke's ass as he watched
the cock in front of his face still spilling cum onto Luke's stomach.

Lifting Luke's legs from his shoulders, Scott leaned forward and slid his
body along Luke's torso, spreading the remaining semen between their chests
and stomachs until his face hovered over Luke's. Scott pressed his tongue
out between his pursed lips and let Luke lick it.

He then allowed a little of Luke's semen to seep out of his mouth and run
down his tongue onto Luke's. Luke reached up and pulled Scott's face
down. Scott let his lips go loose and Luke's mouth filled with his own
taste. They rolled onto their sides and kissed until there was no trace of
semen left in their mouths. As they broke their kiss, they lay where they
were, staring at each other and smiling.

Luke slowly ran his free hand up and down Scott's torso, gently caressing
his shoulder, then his pecs, back, and finally his ass cheeks. His hand
slipped down and came to rest on Scott's new hardon.

"Do you want to fuck me Scott?"

"Yes."

Luke smiled and nodded.

"I suppose you'll want to do me too?"

"Sure do, but only if you want to."

"Ok."

"Right," said Luke, getting to his knees, "you do me first. It's been a
while for me, so go slow."

Luke got on his hands and knees as Scott kneeled behind him.

"Put a couple of fingers in first, one at a time, to let me get relaxed."

Scott reached around Luke's body and grasped at Luke's cock to coat two
fingers in Luke's cum. he then spread Luke's ass cheeks with his other hand
as the first finger slipped in easily. He moved it around inside Luke, who
moaned at every twist. The second finger took a little pressure until Luke
relaxed and allowed it to slide in.

After a couple of minutes Scott withdrew his fingers and pressed the head
of his dripping cock against the slippery opening. With a little forward
pressure Scott felt his foreskin begin to fold back as the warmth of Luke's
ass pressed against his head.

Luke groaned, then he forced himself to relax. Scott felt the pressure
disappear and his head suddenly popped through the opening. Luke yelled as
he felt a burning sensation travel up his body. The pain disappeared as
quickly as it came. He felt his cock spring to life and pressed back
against Scott.

After several gentle pushes Scott was halfway inside Luke. Luke began
pressing back harder against Scott's cock. Soon he was buried fully inside
Luke. After adjusting to the sensation, and allowing Luke to adjust, Scott
began gentle thrusts with his hips.

He didn't allow himself to thrust too hard in case he came right away. Soon
though he was pulling almost half way out and thrusting fully in again.

Luke felt totally full. He found himself concentrating on the sensual
feeling of Scott's hair brushing over his back and the sweat dripping onto
him from Scott's face. He turned his head to see Scott fling his hair
back. Scott's face was streaming sweat and was twisted in a mean grimace as
he repeatedly pounded into Luke.

Scott opened his eyes to see Luke straining to see him. He immediately
pulled his cock out and motioned for Luke to flip over. Luke lifted his
legs as Scott placed them under his arms. Scott showed his strength as he
lifted Luke's ass and quickly guided his cock back inside him.

Luke could now see all of Scott's muscles as he thrust in and out of
him. He could feel Scott's balls slapping against his ass cheeks, and when
he raised himself onto his elbows, he could see Scott's shaft sliding in
and out of his ass. Luke realised he was about to come.

He reached up to Scott and pulled him down on top of him. Scott continued
thrusting in the missionary position on top of Luke. The movement of
Scott's cock against Luke's cock made him come. It was a prolonged orgasm
which made his whole body go rigid. The convulsions in his ass, along with
the sudden extra tightness made Scott yell and thrust as deep as he could
go.

As Luke began writhing from his orgasm, Scott began coming deep inside
him. Luke relaxed, enjoying the pulsing feeling in his bowels. Soon Scott's
body went limp too and they kissed deeply for several minutes until Scott's
flaccid cock slipped from Luke's ass, followed by a slippery load of semen
that ran down Luke's crack and onto the deck.

Scott pressed himself off Luke's body and bent down to lick Luke's semen
from his cock and stomach. They kissed again, Luke tasting his own cum
again.

They broke their kiss and Luke went to the aft deck with Scott following
him. Luke sat on the rail and Scott watched as semen dripped from Luke's
ass.

"When do you wanna' fuck me Luke?"

"Not tonight if that's ok."

"Whenever you want mate. I definitely owe you a good hard one and I
definitely want you to be the first dude to fuck me too."

"And I want to be that dude. Shit, I wonder how long I'm going to keep
leaking your slime?  I don't need a shit, so I can't clear it out that
way. Oh, what the fuck, it's just cum. I'm going to bed now, see ya in the
morning Scott."

Luke stood and walked to the cabin. Scott watched him in the fading light
and saw a trail of cum dribbling down the underside of Luke's balls as he
walked. He laughed to himself, thinking, 'Shit, I knew I came heaps then,
but I didn't think it was quite that much!'. He turned and pissed into the
ocean before entering the cabin himself and falling asleep.