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Amsterdam Part 3 Wet Dreams A/Y
We splashed, lazed around and generally just enjoyed the pool for the rest of the afternoon. About 6 we returned to our cabin and although we both thought about fooling around there wasn't time. We each showered and changed and reported to the main hall for Captain's table duties.
Supper was always a very formal affair
with Don and I waiting on the entire Captain's table alone. This was
the only time we'd really see the Captain, and we tried to serve with
respect and anticipate every person's needs. It was funny because we
heard a lot of the talk between the Captain and that day's guests and
we got so we could anticipate what questions they were going to ask.
Everyone wanted to know about steering the ship although many of the
women would talk about "driving" it. Everyone wanted a tour
of the bridge and the Captain was very good at politely telling them
no. Many of the fat old guys tried to impress their trophy wives with
what they knew about seamanship, or how more important their jobs
were than just steering a boat. Many of the wives would try and flirt
with the Captain or whichever officer was that nights table
companion. Don and I were essentially invisible.
That night one of the men tried to feel me up every time I got close to change his service or fill his water glass. The Captain looked right at me and smiled the first time the guy patted my ass. I blanched but the Captain just grinned and winked at me letting me know he know it wasn't my fault. As the guy had more and more to drink his hands became a little more bold and twice he got a good grope of my package before I could move away. The second time he actually squeezed and I let out a little gasp of shock. A moment later the Maitre d' was calling me over and asked me to take a special selection of deserts up to the watch crew. He told me he'd assign one of the older waiters to finish serving at the table. I didn't know if I was dead meat or what, but when I looked over at the Captain he gave me a thumbs up and a big wink, so I took the dessert tray and climbed to the bridge.
When I got there the officer on duty
called out right away, "Hey, Erik, we need some help here. Can
you take the wheel a moment?"
"Me?" I asked in awe.
"Yeah, I just sent the helmsman to
the head, it'll just be a couple of minutes."
I was floored, but I walked up and sat
behind the wheel and then reaching out grabbed it with a death grip.
"Relax, just hold it and basically
don't move it," he said.
I sat there for what seemed like an
hour and listened as all the reports and conversations went on around
me. Then I heard, "Erik, heading 214, correct?"
Glancing at the compass binnacle I
replied, "Aye, sir, 214."
That must have satisfied him because he
replied, "Very good, seaman resume your watch," and I felt
the helmsman tap me on the shoulder.
As I slid out of the post and he slid
in I heard him whisper, "Well done boy, salute him and leave the
I blushed and turned and saluted the
officer who saluted back. I blushed again and then scampered from the
bridge with my head bursting with all the things to tell Don.
As I turned down the passageway to our
room I practically ran the Captain over. I skidded to a halt and as
my sphincter closed tight in fear I snapped to the best attention
that I could manage.
"Whoa boy, not so hasty," the Captain boomed. "Well done below. That fellow was out of bounds, but you handled yourself well and didn't make a scene. You'd make your father proud! I hope you don't mind I arranged to send you topside?" With that he actually reached out and patted me on the shoulder.
"Yes Sir, I mean, No Sir, I mean, Thank you Sir," I stammered.
"Well, carry on," he said and standing aside indicated I could go.
Trying not to bolt I said, "Aye, sir," and walked down the passage way. As I turned the corner I let out a whoop and ran full blast to the cabin. Don was already there and had his uniform off standing in his skivvies. I exploded with the whole story in practically one breath and then was shocked when Don grabbed me, hugged me, kissed me and began to unbutton my blouse.
"Oh man, that guy grabbing you had me ready to kill him and then the Captain sending you away scared me to death. But now, you are so hot when you're excited," he said, "let's get this monkey suit off and get in bed. I'm bursting!"
"Yes," I whimpered as his
hands undid the buttons on my pants. "Yes, yes, yes."
Don dropped my pants to the floor where
they puddled around my shoes. Then he went to work for real on my
blouse completely unbuttoning it and then easing it back and off my
shoulders. He told me to stand still and turned and neatly hung it up
then turned back and ran his hand around my waist and up my rib cage
and then across my shoulders and down my arms. Arriving at my waist
again he eased the t shirt out of my shorts and began to draw it up
and over my head. His hands never lost contact with my body and I
shuddered as he eased the shirt completely off. In contrast to how he
carefully handled my uniform blouse, he tossed the t shirt over his
shoulder to land wily nily. Placing both palms on my newly exposed
chest he made a couple of large circles and then honed in on my
nipples, first teasing them, then softly pinching them into full
attention. My dick, of course, was now at attention too and I could
feel the beginning of my juices flowing out the end and staining my
Moving his left hand to the center of
my chest he rubbed both nipples at the same time in the span between
his thumb and middle finger. His right hand he dropped to my package
and he took his own free squeeze. Then raising that hand to my head
he pulled me into a passionate kiss, grinding his lips with mine and
his hips against my risen boyhood. Using his right to pull my head
forward and keep it safe, he pushed against my chest and sent me
backwards falling on the bunk.
"Okay, Peter Rabbit, hold that thought," he laughed, squeezing my throbbing cock again. Then he dropped to his knees and slowly removed my shoes and socks. Each foot was treated to a thorough caress, if not out right massage. As he lifted and kissed the bottoms of each foot, he pulled the legs of my pants down and off. Taking the same care he had shown before he turned and hung the pants neatly in the closet.
Then he turned back and seeing me up on my elbows, he slithered up my legs running his tongue on the inside of my right thigh.
"Oh God," I groaned and threw my head back as he slowly came up my body. Then I just collapsed back as his lips surrounded my throbbing meat right though the cotton of my briefs.
Mouthing my straining cock, he slowly
moved up until his tongue was driving me wild, running on the edge of
my dick head under the cotton. His teeth then dragged across the head
grabbing the cotton and lifting it up and away. Pulling my pants down
with his teeth, he moved his hands to my ass and followed his mouth
down taking my shorts with them.
Reaching my knees, he let go with his mouth and as he pulled the underwear completely down and off he asked, "Well, Rabbit Boy, are you excited yet?"
"Ohhhh, yeah.....," was all I could manage to groan.
Then his hands moved back up my legs,
flicking both sides of my ballsac and my dripping dick head as they
"Yipes," I squealed.
"Relax, just hold it and basically
don't move it," he replied and moved his hands under my armpits
drawing me up and to him. I giggled at his unconscious mimicking of
the watch officer. As I reached the edge of the bed he stood up and
then drew me up into an embrace. As I leaned fully into his body he
caressed my back and once again we ground our cocks together.
"Come, back into the shower,
you're worky stinky," he laughed. As he backed me in he started
the water, but didn't close the door. With the water running on my
back he told me "Stay still," and I watched as he stepped
back and removed his own underwear. We now stood face to face totally
nude for the first time. I feasted on his body and my cock actually
drooled as my eyes visually raped his own throbbing manhood.
"Patience...." he said and
reached for the shampoo. He started at my head and lathered my hair,
then still using shampoo he spun me around and lathered my back with
as sensual and as careful a motions as he had used with the sun tan
oil near the pool. Next he bent down and did my legs having me lift
my feet so he could caress them as before. As he came back up the
backs of my legs he reached to my inner thighs and gently ran each
hand in turn under and across my sac.
"Oh man," was all I could
Don gently ran his hands up my body and
turned me around so my back was rinsing. He began the same careful
washing of my front as he had my back. When he came up this time he
stepped into the shower with me pushing me back and under the water
rinsing my head and whole body. Then he grabbed my flowing dick and
squeezed and stroked.
My knees almost buckled from the
strength of the sensations. After the buildup of the washing I could
hardly handle the over stimulation of his hand on my cock. Realizing
I was almost gone, Don pulled me by my cock, leading me dripping fore
and aft from the shower and once again eased me down on the bed.
Kneeling in front of me, he arranged a pillow behind my head and
gently spread my legs across the edge of the mattress. Gently pushing
me back into the pillow, he leaned in and began to lick the semen now
fairly running from my hyper sensitive dick. As I thought I was going
to die, he upped the ante and took my cock fully into his mouth. The
heat was amazing. The moist warmth surrounding me caused my balls to
rise and as he sucked and slathered my dick with his tongue I
screamed and shot my load.
Shot after shot, spurt after spurt,
pump after pump my balls emptied the load they had built during the
afternoon and evening. Don was groaning and sucking, rolling my balls
in his hands and as he grabbed his own dick, he lifted away from my
cock and one stroke had him shooting from his knees. His first shot
hit me in the face and the rest of his load smeared across my chest
and stomach in long and chunky lines. Laughing and crying at the same
time, I grabbed him and pulled him up against me, and slimed the two
of us in his enormous load of cum. He licked my face and then with
both his and my cum on his tongue he began to attack my mouth with
kisses. The taste was wonderful and as we both came down from our
physical peak, we settled into an emotionally complete cuddle and
then we fell into a snuggling snooze.
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