Date: Tue, 1 Jun 2004 10:58:04 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: Copenhagen Capers

WARNING - This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and
probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If such material
offends what the hell are you doing on Nifty.

My characters do not use condoms or other safeguards but this story is
fiction ... get it.  I write my stories in 'full screen' text, they are
best read that way.

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COPENHAGEN CAPERS


by


G. Cutter


I was on HMS Hermes when I last visited Copenhagen, we had a week there as
a goodwill visit. I was quite excited as I had visited Aarhus which I think
is the second port of the country and I'd liked it. I liked Denmark and I
liked the Danes. They were very easy people to get on with and more
importantly for a Navy man on pretty poor pay they didn't seem to want to
rip you off like many others especially around the Mediterranean.

Anyway, there we were. I was a Signalman and shared a mess with twenty six
other Signalmen and Radiomen. Of course living in cramped conditions even
in a modern ship (for it's time) is a bit stressful and you tend to let
yourself go when you got ashore. We'd been operating around the north of
Iceland as part of joint exercises with NATO, we were still bugging
Krasniflot, the Red Fleet, at the time so as you can imagine I'm going back
a bit.

The Navy at the time didn't have females aboard, thank God but for a person
like myself you were never short of eyecandy. Over a thousand sailors and
aircrew is an awful lot of men, youths and even boys.

I have to admit that even at nineteen I knew I was gay and I knew enough
about the Navy not to advertise the fact. I'm quite sure that there was gay
sex going on all around the place but everyone kept their grubby little
secrets well hidden. I'd had two close encounters you might call them, one
with a younger seaman who like fucking me and one with an older radioman
who liked to be fucked. Both were OK for the odd very dangerous one off but
neither claimed my heart, that was reserved for Keith Ackersleigh a skinny
Midlander from Manchester, maybe Sheffield, I was a Londoner, born and
bred. Yeah Keith was my love, my unrequited love I might say and Copenhagen
was where it all finally happened.

We were in the same Signals Office watch so we had the same shore leave
schedules. Being in the same watch we were mates but that only I'm
afraid. I'd seen him enough in the showers and the bathroom to appreciate
he was slighter and shorter than myself. I was nearing twenty and Keith had
just turned eighteen, as I've said he was slight, even boyish but he had a
nice long uncircumcised cock and the sweetest white bubble buns in the
world. I really tried not to study him when we went to the showers at the
end of our watches, I'd have sprung an instant stiffy and that wouldn't
have done at all. In the silence of the night watches I used to float the
odd remark which could be called camp nowadays but he never rose to the
bait. I used to give him the occasional pat on his blue denim bottom but he
always used to laugh it off.

Believe it, gay chat and camping around were commonplace in the Navy of the
day but everyone pretended they were larking around, good cover for those
who weren't. Our Navy of the day was very much like the Vietnam era song
'Nineteen', the vast proportion of the crew was between sixteen and the mid
twenties. I saw a programme on the Navy the a couple of months back and
everyone in it was shocked and horrified at even the thought of a poof
loose on one of their ships. The Royal Navy has changed an awful
lot. Believe me.

So, here we are in Copenhagen and Keithy and myself were on the sixteen
hundred liberty boat, which means in land language we were queued up with
about a hundred others at four o'clock in the afternoon ready to storm the
Copenhagen bars. Not we two, we had a mission. We'd had terrible trouble
with our boilers and plumbing for the last two weeks and I'd talked Keith
into visiting a Turkish Bath. Keith was a bit of an innocent and he trusted
me, poor child. I just wanted to get him somewhere naked out of the hurly
burly of messdeck life. I didn't expect anything to come of it but maybe
..... you never know your luck.

I just had that sneaky feeling at the back of my mind that he might just go
if the circumstances were right and the opportunity arose. It was worth a
bit of work anyway. I suppose at the end of the day I'd rather spend time
with him than sit in some bar with ten or a dozen other matelots creating
havoc. Sounds like a bit of a love job to me as I write this now, believe
me it was just that.

We hopped a taxi always the best way of finding something in a strange port
and he delivered us in around ten minutes flat. Another good thing about
Denmark is that all the locals seem to speak better English than we do, we
had no trouble, we got two towels apiece, locker keys and that was it. The
receptionist asked if we wanted a private room and I paid for that, as I've
said, you never know your luck.

It was a nice place, a large steam room, showers, a small cafe on the side
of a compact swimming pool or more properly a dunking pool. The few guys at
the cafe and in the steam gave us friendly nods, no stand offishness at
all. They were all a bit older and they probably though Santa Klaus or
whatever had just delivered the Christmas turkeys when they saw two young
English sailors walk through. I don't think that Keith had the slightest
idea how gay Turkish Baths were and a Danish Turkish Bath takes a lot of
beating. The thing is that the Scandinavians and Northern Europeans seem to
have left all our macho shit behind them, very much a case of live and let
live. I noticed Keith got a few rather longing looks and I got a few
myself. Being nice people they probably thought Keith was my boyfriend and
normal courtesy would forbid them from poaching, unlike somewhere like
Earls Court.

I think Keith was a bit nervy as I hussled him into the private room
instead of using the locker room, we'd left our ID cards and cash with the
cafe attendant after one of the older guys in whites, probably a manager or
something had briefed us. We stripped off in silence, no modesty involved,
all that went out of the window when you joined the good old R.N.

'You've got a nice bod,' Keith.' I used this line about once a week just to
let him know I had an interest. He knew I was after him, he must have or he
must have been an idiot and I don't think he was silly.

'So you've said, Micky,' he looked at me and grinned. 'Many times.'

'Come on. lets sweat some filth out.'

'Reckon they do beers at that cafe?'

'Dunno, we can soon find out. Lets get clean I feel yeuchy.'

We trooped out and locked up. The Danish eyeballs were in action as Keith
and myself walked past the poolside and went into the showers had a look at
the steam room and then returned to the showers. I nearly pulled a stiffy
watching Keith soap up and then to make matters worse another young guy
came in who was probably not much older than myself. He seemed to study us
just a little too much and I wondered if we were going to get chatted up
but nothing happened. Two kids came in and sat in the cafe fully clothed
chatting to some older men and I wondered if they were male
prostitutes. We'd heard so much about Denmark and Holland I think we
equated them with Sodom and Gommorah but it all seemed pretty civilised.

We rinsed off and went into the steam room bit for a while and then back
into the shower for another soapy clean off before relaxing in the
pool. Absolutely beautiful.

'We gonna have a tea or something,' Keith dogpaddled over to me and
grinned. He was a great grinner, one of these you can't put down.

'I fancy something.' I gave him my meaningful tone.

'I know you do,' he laughed. He clambered out of the pool and I watched
rather jealously as Danish eyes swivelled his way but he soon had a towel
around his waist. I got out and got the same eyeballing which cheered me up
somewhat.

We settled for a can of Tuborg apiece and claimed a table and watched the
world go by. I felt clean and I was relaxed. How the hell I was going to
advance my cause with Keith was another matter, getting him drunk was
pretty much out of the question. We had overnight leave and I was going to
suggest we got a hotel room. We weren't due back until eleven in the
morning for our next watch in the Signals Office.

'May I join you?' The good looking guy from the shower room and one of the
clothed boys who looked at be around sixteen or seventeen hovered.

''Feel free.' I would have told him to piss off but the kid was a doll, I
wondered if he was going to get his kit off.

'Fredrick Glasser and my nephew Paul.' This guy introduced himself.

'Mick,' I returned, I nodded at Keith. 'This is my friend Keith.'

'You are from the big ship, the aircraft carrier?'

'That's us,' I blatantly oggled the kid, Paul. He was so fuckin' tasty I
felt a momentary pang of disloyalty for Keith. Worse still I could feel my
penis thickening under the towel. Oh, shit.

'You are here for a week I understand?'

'Maybe a little longer,' I spoke slowly as I didn't know how good his
English was or even if the kid spoke it.

'Ten days I heard,' Paul spoke in quite a deep voice. Two questions
answered, he spoke English and he could sex. My penis gave another lurch
and I tried to think of Rupert Bear or Winny the Pooh. The trouble was when
I was a kid I had a crush on Rupert the Bear as well, how's that for
depraved.

'Sailors with lots of money to spend. The bar people and souvenir sellers
will be happy.'

'Not these two sailors,' I spoke up. 'We're the peasant class, we're
skint.'

'What is this skint?' Paul asked. Keith just sat there like a dummy letting
me do the talking.

'Broke, bankrupt, short of money.' That told them, I suspect that I'd been
fed a bit there. I know the Danes are polite but for two strangers to sit
down out of the blue and start chatting was a bit suspicious to my evil old
mind.

'You could make some money whilst you are in Copenhagen,' Fredrick looked
at me and then glanced at Keith.

'How's that, Fredrick?'

'No please, Freddy,' he laughed and nattered away for a moment in Danish to
the boy who wandered upto the bar.

'OK. How's that Freddy?'

'I am a photographer, I have my own studio.' Paul returned and placed two
cans of lager in front of Keith and myself and then returned to the bar and
came back again with two coffees. 'I could offer you some posing, good
looking English boys. Solo, together, maybe with my boys.'

'What sort of photos?' Keith finally spoke.

'Naturalist,' Freddy waved his hand in the air. 'Tasteful nudes.'

'Nudes,' Keith choked on his beer, I just laughed. This one was a gift from
heaven. The guy was a porn merchant, pound to a penny.

'Tasteful nudes,' Paul grinned and looked at me and gave me a quick wink.

'When do we manage to do this and what do you pay?' I ignored Keith wiping
his streaming eyes.

'You could do a warm up session tonight, it is only five o'clock after
all,' Freddy was smiling, maybe he sensed he'd hooked his fish. 'Maybe a
few doubles if you are in the mood. Money ................' He talked about
hourly rates and posing rates, money good enough to make the palms of my
hands very itchy.

'What do you think, Keith?' I looked at my mate praying he was going to be
bold enough to say yes.

'I'll do what you do,' he blushed slightly.

'We need to earn to pay for the hotel.' I directed my remark to Keith.

'What hotel?'

'No point in going back if we're not on duty until tomorrow afternoon,
we've got liberty 'til eleven in the morning.'

'I could let you have a room to stay the night,' Freddy chipped in. Things
got better and better,

'Well I'm game.' The Danes looked confused. 'I'm interested,' I
clarified. 'Dunno about Keith.'

'I'm with you,' Keith took the plunge.

'OK, we want to have another steam and soapy and we'll be ready for about
an hours time, if you tell us where to go,' I looked at Freddy, he was like
a cat on a hot tin room.

'Better still Paul can stay with you while I go and sort out my equipment
and film and he can walk you around, it is only five minutes from here.'
Freddy looked at his so called nephew. 'Do you mind, Paul?'

'No,' Paul grinned. 'I can join our guests for an hour or so.'

Freddy stood. 'Shall we say around seven o'clock, I shall prepare some
food.'

'If Paul leads we shall follow.' I gave him my number one smile.

'Paul always leads,' Freddy laughed and waved us a goodbye.

I'll tell you if this guy and the boy were into naturalism I was a bloody
Dutchman, I was surprised Keith was so laid back about things. Perhaps he
was thicker than I'd thought.

'I think an hours steam will do me good,' Paul talked excellent English
although a little stilted. I think Keith and I slowed down a bit not
wishing to lose the Dane and I think we unconciously trimmed down on our
Naval slang otherwise he'd have no idea what we were talking about.

'Would you like to leave your clothes in our room,' I offfered. I didn't
give a damn about his clothing I just wanted to see him in the raw. Keith
looked a bit surprised my offer but didn't say anything, I think he was a
bit shy actually. He held his own with the cursing and swearing that goes
with messrooms but I think being polite was a little bit harder. The
thought occured to me that I knew nothing at all about Keith other than he
worked with me, he had an uncircumcised dick of around six inches and that
I fancied him something rotten, just the essentials.

We ambled back to our little lockup and Paul quite unselfconciously
disrobed and accepted a spare towel that was laying about. He was a well
built youth, quite muscular in fact and he had a very healthy youth's cock,
certainly nothing to be ashamed about. I wondered what the setup was with
him and the Freddy man.

'Do you work for Freddy, Paul?' I asked trying to make conversation.

'Ah, yes. I am one of his regular boys.'

'Has he many?'

'About ten or twelve on the books. We do stills, colour and 8mm films.'

'What naturalist films?' Keith asked. I rolled my eyes to the ceiling.

'Not really,' Paul grinned. 'More action than pinup if you know what I
mean.'

Keith just looked at me with an air of puzzlement. Boy, was he in for a
rude awakening.

'Let's wash,' Paul suggested. 'I need to wash away my sins.'

If Keith hadn't been on the top of the agenda I would have washed Paul's
sins away starting with his thin cock and my tongue but maybe later. I was
treading on eggs with Keith. I was almost certain that this was a porn
setup and I was also pretty convinced there wouldn't be too many Danish
damsels around. Mind you Keith could come up trumps yet, it was either that
or he was going to run a mile.

I enjoyed the shower and the steam room, the lithe Keith and the more
muscular Paul made me a very happy man, I enjoyed some of the slightly
jealous stares from the other guys.

'I always start to get erect in steam,' Paul whispered as we sat side by
side on the wooden slatted benches absorbing the heat and moisture.

Keith giggled.

'Don't you Keith?' Paul momentarily moved his towel displaying his penis
nearly fully engorged and twitched it as he flexed his belly muscles. God
knows how I kept my hands of it. Keith did a little blush and then grinned.

'This is the first time I've been to one of these places.'

'Great for sex,' Paul laughed. 'All soapy and steamy, good stuff.'

Keith laughed out loud, 'You're worse than Micky.'

'Really,' Paul looked at me and grinned. he had me pidgeonholed even if
Keith didn't. 'It will be nice for you to have a bed for yourselves tonight
after all those shipmates.'

I wasn't quite sure what that meant, did we have a bed for ourselves or did
we have a bed each, I wasn't going to press it. I just wanted to get Keith
into a bedroom, the bed was incidental. I was hoping that the photography
was going to open doors, Keith was as short of money as I was and I was
hoping that his shipboard straighness might be given the bum's rush
tonight.

'What do you do if you want sexual relief on a big ship like that with all
those men?' Paul looked at us both. Talk about a leading question.

'Creep away and find a corner, I suppose,' I looked at him. What a thing to
ask two complete strangers.

'Keith?'

'As Micky says,' Keith sniggered like a dirty minded schoolboy.

'Together?' Paul smiled.

'No,' Keith looked shocked.

'Not yet,' I stuck in for a laugh. 'I wrapped my arm around Keith's sweaty
shoulders and hugged him close. I felt his hot clammy skin against mine and
nearly passed out. It was the first time we'd made any bodily contact other
than accidentally. I quite expected him to squeal or push me away but he
just grinned.

'I think Micky fancies me,' he said in a stage whisper to Paul.

'Micky has very good taste,' Paul replied very formally. Cue another blush
from Keith.

'I suppose we should make a move, I was reluctant to break up the chit chat
but I wanted to get on with things, I had a strong feeling that tonight was
going to be my night and I wanted to get the whole thing moving.

'A quick shower, ten minutes in the pool and we go?' Paul looked at us
both.

'Fine,' I answered for Keith and myself.

Paul stood up right in front of me and tugged his towel off, his penis had
gone softer but it was still hanging heavy and I nearly gave into
temptation and grabbed it but good sense won out. Paul knew. He gave me a
cheeky grin and walked into the shower area. That Danish kid had me sorted
and I think he realised the situation with Keith as well, I suspect he
might prove a bit of an ally in the hours ahead.

The poolside cafe was just about deserted when we got into the pool and
started to have a cool down and splash around. Keith who specialised in a
dogpaddle kept to the sides but myself and the Danish kid actually did some
swimming. Paul slipped under me and I felt his water smoothed body slide
against mine, I came up spluttering and he came up alongside me.

'Nice cock,' he spoke quietly and grasped my soft penis in his hand, I
nearly sank with the shock. Right two can play at that game.  I dived and
came up under him and out of sight of Keith grabbed Paul and pulled him
under. As we swam under water I copped a couple of feels before Keith
called that he was going to get dried off.

'We must go,' Paul grinned a little sadly. 'We must try and get together
sometime this week.'

'We must.' I agreed. 'Closely together.'

'As close as can be,' he giggled and clambered out of the pool. Right under
him I caught a glimpse of his tight little pucker as he climbed up the
short metal steps. 'You like?' He spoke over his shoulder.

'Very much,' I grinned. 'I've always liked Danish bacon.'

'And sausage?'

'That too,' I laughed as we returned to the poolside and Keith.

Freddy was right, his town house which contained his studio was a mere ten
minutes walk away and although the walk was a short one it was a bit
uncomfortable being in uniform and walking down the street with a teenage
boy. I wondered what the locals thought, I know in Portsmouth or Plymouth a
schoolkid walking along with two sailors would have aroused some
comment. No so just of Central Copenhagen, the few people we met gave us a
friendly nod and a smile. Very curious.

We sat around a very nicely laid out table and had a meal that seemed
mainly comprised of lettuce and ham with biscuits very similar to Ryvita,
Paul tucked in like a rabbit, I've never seen a boy pack away lettuce like
a baling machine. I wondered it it increased his sex drive as he gave me
the odd glance and a quick grin, I think Keith was getting annoyed just a
little, hopefully a little jealous. God knows why, he was supposed to be
the straight guy.

The meal over and drinks consumed we retired to an office where Freddy
produced album after album of naked boys, I noticed Paul featured but none
were other than what I would call 'pinup' or even 'naturalist', the best
was yet to come.

'I thought perhaps you did something meatier,' I spoke to Freddy aware of
Keith's shocked stare.

'We do,' Freddy smiled. 'We normally start any models with plain body shots
but if that model wished to earn more he may progress to solo wanking or
even full scale sex with another boy. It's up to the model, I don't force
people to do anything they don't want to.'

'Fair enough.' I looked at him. I know he and Paul had me catalogued in
their tiny Danish minds but they were a bit leary of Keith, the innocent
abroad.

'What about a mutual wank, Keith,' I looked at my pal. If you thought the
Lenin was a bloody good icebreaker you haven't seen me in action.

'What with each other?' Keith's question came out like a bleat from a
highly alarmed sheep.

'Doing each other,' I piled on the agony.

'We'll leave you for five minutes,' Freddy smiled and got to his feet quite
happy leaving me to make the running.

'Paul can stay,' I turned away from Keith and gave the photographer a
wink. I had a use for Paul

'Ten minutes then,' Freddy left the office and left us to it.

'Give Keith a demonstration, Paul. Show him what it's all about.'

The Danish boy looked at me and grinned. 'If you wish.' He was only wearing
a jumper and a scruffy pair of corduroys which he swiftly unbelted and let
drop to his ankles, I watched on with interest and Keith with what I should
call trepidation. Paul rucked his jumper up exposing his smooth belly and
tight briefs with his lump prominent, he'd clearly been thinking dirty
already. He leant against the edge of the desk and stroked himself until
his erection was plainly outlined in his white skimpies.

'Alright, Keith?' I flashed a glance at my friend, his eyes were glued on
Paul and he was blushing a delicate shade of pink.

He grunted in reply and I resumed wank watch. Paul slowly and quite
sensually peeled his briefs down exposing his glans with the foreskin tight
and in full retreat, a second later the thin material was down to his knees
and his solid meaty chunk was at full stretch.  'Now you just wank,' he
spoke and smiled at Keith circling his penis with his hand and moving it up
and down.

'How long do you have to do it for?' the ever innocent Keith asked.

'Only until you cum,' Paul laughed.

This was it. I moved closer and grasped Paul's warm flesh, Paul put his
hands onto the back of his neck and assumed a pose, I could feel his
erection jerk hotly in my hand as he flexed his belly muscles for his
audience.

'Have a go, Keith.' I didn't think he was going to do it but Keith reached
out and as I let go of Paul he gently encircled the Dane's respectable
sized hardness with his hand. Keith had actually done it, quite possibly
for the first time I suspect, with another boy that is. Paul was showing
well for a so called sixteen year old. He probably wasn't the same size as
Keith and myself who were both around the six inch mark but he wasn't too
far off it ..... and it was absolutely rigid. Keith slowly wanked away
seeming more confident with every stroke.

'Shall I do you, Keith?' Paul looked lustfully at my shipmate.

'We'd better get some clothes off,' I looked at Keith. 'We are going ahead
with this?'

He nodded, he was hooked on Paul's teenage meat, I was bloody sure of it.

'The Changing Room is next door,' Paul informed us rather regretably.

'I'll finish that off for you in front of a camera,' I laughed as I
escorted Keith through the door. 'Orally,' I whispered.

'Great,' Paul laughed and stuffed himself back into his briefs. We were on
our way.

Needless to say by the time we had our uniforms off and neatly packaged as
we shouldn't need them for the rest of the night, we were both sporting
erections. I'd never seen Keith in fully inflated mode and it was nice, I
just couldn't wait to get to be left alone after the modelling As I've said
it was around the six inch mark, uncircumcised but now very stiff and
sticky out as if eager to get in front of the camera.

'That's nice,' Keith,' I moved in and reached out. I felt my friend's warm
hardness for the first time.

'We're supposed to be saving it for the camera,' Keith tentatively held me
and gently squeezed.

'You don't tell and I won't,' I moved even closed and put my arms around
him settling my hands on his smooth buns. I felt his heat slip between my
legs and my own slide up between our bellies.

'Happy now?' Keith grinned all traces of his previous embarassment gone.

'So, what's with this hard to get routine?'

'I'm not playing hard to get,' he protested. 'But there's a time and a
place for everything.'

'And this is the time and place?'

'Gotta be better than onboard,' he grinned. 'As long as you don't go
opening your big mouth when we get back.'

'I won't do that, Keith,' I kissed him on the neck, I wasn't too sure about
a proper kiss, hopefully that would come later. We had to go, we were on
stage. The Main Event was about to begin. We grabbed two lightweight
bathrobes and went back into the studio portion of the house.

I was surprised to see that Paul was also stripped off but had a dressing
gown on, Freddy was fiddling with two cameras on tripods. there were also
more cameras on the workbench, the place looked like a camera shop. God
knows how much money he had tied up in the place.

'Have a seat.' Freddy waved us to a sofa which obvioulsy doubled up as a
bed, it was in an alcove whose wall was made of pine slats and there was a
red bedcovering carelessly screwed up in the corner. I looked at Keith and
grinned, I could swear I could smell the faintest scent of cum.

'I would just like you to kiss and fondle each other,' Freddy
started. 'Just enjoy yourselves, nothing too sexual.' All my equipment is
set up, this section is purely automatic.'

Paul was standing behind him grinning like a Cheshire Cat and I wondered
when he was going to get involved, at this moment in time and space he was
number two on my fuck list. I idly wondered where I figured on his.

We sat on the bed, the couch or whatever it was, we were both hard already
which had Freddy clicking like a maniac.

'Kiss, kiss,' he hissed flitting about and I noticed Paul also take some
pictures from the cameras on tripods, God knows how many shots they needed.

I grabbed Keith by the back of his neck and planted my lips on his. He
stared straight back at me eyeball to eyeball and then with a little grin
began to return the kiss, I felt his hand drop onto my erection so I did
likewise. This was a first for both of us and I was in no mood to let it
go, I pressed him backwards and he collapsed onto the bed with me more or
less on top. I slipped my tongue across his tightly clamped lips and he
closed his eyes and opened his mouth. At last, after the best part of a
year I was kissing the boy I had the hots for. The feeling was incredible
and if our erections were anything to go by better things were to come.

'Whew,' Keith broke free with a shaky laugh and we just lay there savouring
each other's body heat, the contact of out skin against each other's and
the dull ache in out cocks. We were so near, without the audience I'd have
been on him and taken him. I knew he wanted it and he knew that I knew.

'I want you, Keith,' I whispered as I nuzzled his ear and kept a wary eye
out for Freddy, he of the speedy camera.

'Tonight,' he choked and did his pretty blush.

'What I would like now .....' Freddy sat against the desk fiddling about
with his camera whilst Paul moved the tripod mounted gear nearer to the
bed. 'Is a blow. Do each other and then a sixty niner.'

'A blow?' Keith looked mystified. I just sat there grinning.

'Paul can demonstrate,' Freddy offered and looked at me with a grin.

'Paul's welcome,' I laughed. I liked this and I was getting paid for it,
sailor's heaven.

Keith was still looking a bit confused until Paul knelt between my legs and
grasped my straining hardness, it was then he realised. He flopped out onto
the bed with his head near my lap to watch the action as Paul's hot wetness
descended onto my stiffness. I noticed Keith slowly working himself to and
fro watching Paul's actions with a show of amazement. Surely to Christ he
wasn't that dumb.

'Mmmmm, nice,' Paul grinned up at me, glancing down I could see that he'd
hardened up so that his erection was poking from the fold in his dressing
gown. He reached out and grabbed Keith's leg, Keith laughingly gave a token
struggle but allowed himself to be drawn to the end of the bed whereon Paul
moved over and grasping Keith's hardness slipped his mouth over the end.

'OK, we got the message.' I hoped I didn't sound to jealous but Paul just
laughed and stood up and returned to his camera. I manhandled my Keithy to
the centre of the bed and took his sweet stiffness into my mouth for the
first time. Nice one, thick but not too thick, long but not too long, you
know what I mean. A perfect youth's cock and with the slight taste of
precum, my Keithy was getting turned on.

'Ooooh, Micky,' he moaned as my lips moved up and down on his saliva
slicked shaft.

'I need cum shots,' Freddy hissed from about a foot away. 'Don't swallow
it, let it splat.' This was followed by Keith having a fit of the giggles
and nearly choking me.

'Come on, Keith,' I moved around the bed placing my groin close to his
head. There was an appreciable pause but upon being urged on by Freddy,
Keith finally took a tentative grip on my meat and took my glans into his
mouth.

Success. Half an hour into the session and an untold number of pictures
later we were both blowing each other. The ice had well and truly been
cracked. There was no going back now. I enjoyed Keith's young manhood
getting harder and harder and the little moans as he sucked me getting
better and better.

He was the first to go. 'I've gotta cum,' he groaned and pumped into my
mouth. Remembering Freddy's instructions I moved back in time to grab
Keith's slippery penis and give it the final wank, He came thick streamers
of his boy spunk across my lips, jaw and upper chest. At the same time I
withdrew from him and spunked my climax over his slender throat and the
side of his face.

'Yes, yes, yes,' Freddy was hopping about like a cat on a hot tin roof and
Paul who had moved his tripod in closer was was clicking away like a loony.

For them and for myself I rapidly reversed myself and clutched Keith and we
shared a spunky kiss. He gave a brief struggle and lay there with me making
sure not to look at our two photographers, ostrich head in the sand
syndrome I fancy.

'Cameras off,' Freddy declared and set his gear down, Paul shot from the
room returning moments later with iced cans on a tray.

Keith and I lay on the bed in the afterglow, as soon as Freddy had
announced the end of filming Keith had looked around and selfconciously
wiped himself dry with a handy towel.

'How was it?' I lay comfortable with my nakedness cuddling my heart's
desire.

'Excellent,' Freddy smiled as he sucked on his can and plonked himself down
on the bed. 'Worth every dollar.'

'You both cum well,' Paul grinned and sat the other side.

'Really,' I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down between Keith and
myself. Hold him Keith.

There wasn't much holding to be done, Paul just lay there with a soppy grin
on his face as I parted his bathrobe exposing his rapidly hardening
penis. As his gleaming head slid from it's covering of skin I ducked my
head and swallowed the rubbery glans.

Freddy hopped up and grabbed his camera as I started on Paul. Keith looked
on for a moment and got into the spirit, he started to kiss between Paul's
smooth thighs and lapped and kissed the Danish boy's heavy scrotum, Freddy
just snapped away like mad.

Paul must have been on line because moments later he groaned and
spurted. This time to Keith's amazement and apparent disgust I took the
bursts of cum into my mouth and let it spill and smear on my lips and face
again but licked and sucked every drop of sweet Danish spunk that spurted
from Paul's thick boycock.

'Tastes nice,' I cuddled upto Paul and Keith moved in the other side, The
three of us smeared excess cum over each other and generally just moved
around a bit with the occasional kiss. It was getting better, Keith was
beginning to let himself go.

'Excellent,' Freddy smiled at us all. 'Cameras off,' he declared again but
there was nobody listening. Suddenly the phone rang in the next room and he
rushed out.

'His boyfriend,' Paul smiled and put his arms around us both.

'I thought you .......'

'No, no,' Paul laughed. 'I just work for him, I am his gopher as you
English say.

'So you are available,' I cuddled closer feeling Keith's jealousy coming
off him in waves.

'I don't want to cause upset,' Paul murmured.

'Well you wouldn't if Keith and I used and abused you,' I saw Keith smile
over the Danish boy's shoulder.

'Used and abused,' Paul shuddered. 'I like that, it sounds good.'

'Keith needs to do some practice before we do the heavy stuff.'

'The fucking,' Paul giggled.

'That's the one,' I grinned at him. 'Keith can practice on you, I can
practice on you.......'

'Hold on,' Paul protested. 'Who do I get to practice on?'

'Your choice,' I looked at Keith and he smiled, his reserves were really
dropping. Here we were talking about fucking, the big F and he was just
laying there smirking.

'If you both fuck me,' Paul snuggled between us and we pressed in on his
smoothly firm boy's body. 'I fuck you both.'

'That's a deal, I spoke for both Keith and myself. If one's going to pig
out one may as well do it in style.

Freddy came back into the room and sat down, he didn't look to happy. 'My
friend has smashed his car and I have to go and rescue him, can we break
for the night and hopefully resume when you are next ashore,' he looked at
us but included Paul in the conversation.

We all made sympathetic noises. It was arranged that Paul would stay
overnight and that he would fix us breakfast before we had to return to the
ship. We also arranged to meet up two days hence to resume our little photo
art session. Freddy had to leave us to go to his friend but before he went
he paid us in crisp new American ten dollar bills, he also tasked Paul with
sorting us out some supper and looking after us for the night. Paul agreed
to all this , he even seemed relieved when Freddy left. Well, he had two
horny sailor boys all to himself, didn't he. He probably realised that I
and Keith hadn't done it together and fancied himself as some sort of
Danish Cupid.

Paul left us for a while to prepare more food which gave me the chance to
chat to Keith. Talk about a change in fortunes, in a matter of two or three
hours the boy I'd lusted after for the best part of a year had fallen into
my hands like a ripe plum. We sprawled on the makeshift bed although Keith
modestly draped a towel over his middle.

'You mustn't mention this to anyone onboard,' he looked at me nervously.

'Total news blackout,' I agreed.

'How do we explain the dollars?'

'Stash them away until we get back to Portsmouth or you can change them up
in one of the Bureau de Change or a bank.

'Right,' he looked at and grinned.

'Right, teaser,' I moved closer and grabbed him and wrestled him flat onto
the bed.

'Micky, he squeaked. 'Paul's coming back in a minute.'

'So what?' I nuzzled at his nipple and slid my naked body against his, I
knew I was hard again and he was responding as well. He made one final
despairing objection and my lips were on his. Some resistance and then we
kissed. This time he opened his mouth and my tongue slid into his
mouth. Tongues performed a slippery dance and we mashed lips for what
seemed to be ages before we parted breathlessly and red faced.

'Cor,' Keithy's eyes were sparking and he was as hard as a rock again. It
was going to be a good night. All that remained was the final hurdle and I
was begining to wish Paul wasn't going to be there but it was too late now.

'Getting on well,' Paul smirked as he walked in with a huge tray of
sandwiches and cold drinks. We lay there in our nakedness, red faced and
very erect. He placed the tray on the bed between us effectively blocking
any further sexual wrestling for the time being at least.

We tucked into the food which seemed to be more on the English style of
sandwiches, there were two slices of bread, the versions earlier just had
the one slice. Anyway, enough tosh. Eventually Paul took the remains back
to the kitchen and came back in, he leapt onto the small bed between us and
grinned. 'Use and abuse,' he promptly rolled onto his tummy and parted his
legs. Talk about a quick worker, talk about bloody blatant. Keithy's eyes
were out on stalks as I laughingly stroked the smooth curve of Paul's white
bottom.

'Mmm, nice,' Paul snuggled into the bedding pushing his bottom up onto my
caresses.

Keith looked at me and grinned shyly and then ran his hand over one of
Paul's cheeks, I noticed the shinyness of his knobend, the boy was up for
it again. Not a bad recovery cycle but then again we had been at sea for
ten weeks, perhaps he hadn't found as many unoccupied corners as I had.

'Go on,' I urged the boy, I'd noticed that Paul was clutching a small tube
of whatnot, ten to one it was some sort of lube.

'I can't,' I've never done it before,' Keithy moaned acutely embarassed, he
was as red as a tomato.

'Come on, Keith,' Paul laughed. 'Otherwise I shall have to go out on the
hunt.'

I took the tube from Paul's hand, sure enough when I squeezed it out a worm
of clear gel squirted onto my fingers, I reached out and smeared the stuff
onto a protesting young sailor.

'Just a little on me,' Paul whispered over his shoulder. I obliged slipping
one finger into his deliciously tight little hole. This was getting to be
like a course in basic boy sex, I just wanted to go to bed but I had to get
Keithy on his road to ruin first. Paul parted his legs and I pointed out
his oiled little pucker to my partner. Keith shuddered and I don't know if
it was with lust of disgust but it was too late now.

'Kneel between Paul's legs,' I guided Keithy into position. 'Come on,
Keith. I ain't gonna do it for you.'

'Take it easy,' Paul pleaded as he felt Keith lower himself and my boy's
glans slid between his cheeks. 'Yeah, go on Keith,' Paul moaned.

The look on Keith's face was to be treasured. Worry, trepidation and then
sheer bliss as he must have found Paul's portal. He looked at me and
grinned as he lowered his hips. A long gusty sigh from him and a very self
satisfied moan from Paul. I reckoned that they'd joined. Keith had taken
his first boy fanny and it was a good looking Danish schooly, no scruffy
unwashed rent boy this one.

'God,' Keith gasped and I saw his pubics press against Paul's soft white
globes.

'Right in, Keith,' Paul pushed his bottom up just as Keith started to move.

This was better than watching a blue movie, Keith hammered away at Paul's
bum and I sat there watching. I could see Keith's oiled hardness gliding in
and out of Paul's pucker but what really enchanted me was the sight of
Keith's white bubble butt moving up and down and his pale cheeks clenched
at each lunge. It couldn't last, my Keithy must have been a seething mass
of boy hormones as he came in around five minures flat and from the
expression on both boy's faces it must have been a good 'un.

'Aaah,' Keith slid free and slipped off Paul, he selfconciously grabbed the
towel and covered his limpening privates.

'Wow,' Paul rolled onto his back. He looked at me and grinned. 'Your friend
spunked like a horse.' Keith went ever redder at the compliment.

'I shall look forward to it,' I looked at Keith but he looked away, I think
my baby sailor was somewhat embarrased. I'm not really surprised, first
time sex is supposed to be something sweet and private which was hardly the
case here.

'We need to get some kip,' Keith looked at me and smiled, well at least his
blush was fading.

Paul didn't need a translator for that one, he stood up and put a bathrobe
on. I thought Keith was giving him a touch of the bum's rush but the Danish
kid didn't seem to mind. We collected our gear from the changing room and
Paul took us upstairs to a reasonably comfortable bedroom, he pointed out
the toilet and bathroom and left us to it promising to return shortly.

'What's he mean, he's coming back shortly?' Keith moaned. 'I thought he was
gonna leave us alone.'

'Don't sweat,' I tugged on my underpants. 'I've gotta have a pee.'

'Yeah, well you leave Paul alone,' Keith smiled briefly and dropped his
gown and stood there naked. 'We've got things to sort out.'

'Gotcha,' I rushed from the room, I was on a promise.

Bugger me, I was only out of it for five minutes but when I came back Paul
was back in there and he was groping my baby. This was getting to be a
pain, I hopped on the bed but I was cheered up when they both proceeded to
remove the pants and assault me with a joint suck. You know, I really did
want Keithy on his own but if I had to do it with an audience so be
it. There'd be other times.

I suppose the next hour could be classified a suckfest. It was me on
Keithy, Keithy on me and of course Paul kept on getting his share. Paul
backed off when I managed to capture Keith in an unguarded moment and
shoved my mouth between his smooth buns.

'You dirty sod,' he giggled as I lapped and finally managed to tongue his
pucker. Paul just lay there and almost as an afterthought blew Keith as I
licked and lapped at my pal's sweet fanny. 'Now,' Keith whispered and
fought his way into a crouch at the edge of the bed.

'What?'

'Now,' Keith repeated cocking his bum in the air, I could see the back of
his neck had gone bright red and I could also see that he had reversed
roles with Paul was mouthing the Dane's re-awakened penis. 'Do me, Micky.'

This was it, I looked at Paul and he was smiling, he flathanded Keithy's
smooth cheeks and spread them exposing my pal's dark pink sphincter, there
was even the glimpse of red inner flesh. I smeared the lube I'd rescued
from the studio onto my hardness and swiped it across Keithy's pucker. My
little chum kept his head down and sucked away at Paul's cock. I gave a
gentle push and Keith gave a gasp. A bit surprising that he didn't bite
Paul's pride and joy off but there you go.

'Push out,' Paul advised.

Keith tried but I was into his delicious warmth, a few ins and outs and I
was on my way. For such a tight little bottom Keith seemed to get on
alright, once I was in him fully we went on maneuvers, onto his side, then
onto his belly and then the final, I slid free gave him a good kissing, got
his legs up and then took him from the front. He loved it, he was grinning
and stroking my body and kissing at every opportunity. I loved it as well,
Paul was a minor annoyance but as I've said, there would be other times.

'I'm gonna cum,' I groaned as I plunged into Keith's now well loosened
little bum.

'Yeah? He gave me another big grin. 'In me,' he demanded. You can bet on
it, I thought and finished off. One final sweaty thwack and I felt my
heated spunk shoot up my core and squirt into Keith's well lubricated boy
fanny. The look on his face was absolute bliss as he felt another's cum up
in his belly. He wriggled on my cum coated penis and giggled as he pulled
my head down. 'I've wanted to do that for ever,' he whispered.

'You bloody teaser.'

'Well I wasn't going to broadcast it was I?'

'I gotta cum,' Paul grunted and knelt alongside Keith as I slid free. The
next minute he sprayed Keith's belly with his creamy offering and we both
licked my giggling lover clean, we then went onto his dicky.

'No don't,' he groaned and pushed our heads away. 'I wanna .....'

I knew what he wanted. I looked at Paul with probably some sort of want in
my eyes. He just looked at me and smiled.

'I shall leave you now,' he stood by the bed with his limp cock shiny and
spent. 'I shall awake you for breakfast around seven o'clock.'

'Great.' I cuddled my Keithy.

'Have a nice night,' Paul gave us a final grin and he was gone.

'At last,' Keith sighed and rubbed himself against my thigh, he was as hard
as a rock. Whatta boy. Christ, I was even getting hard again myself.

'So, what did you want the privacy for?' I prompted my buddy boy.

'This,' he laughed and jumped up and got between my legs. 'Assume the
position.'

I raised my knees to my chest, it was gonna be a long night.



					THE END


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