Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2003 14:37:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Harbour Master, Part 13

HARBOUR MASTER, Part 13

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Billy stood at the sink, using a washcloth to soap and
clean his dick, and I went in and used toilet tissue
to clean away the ass juice and cum that had come out
of my hole and trickled down the inside of my thighs.
I couldn't have imagined doing something as intimate
as this in front of another guy a few weeks ago -
cleaning yourself up after crapping is one of those
kind of taboo things, isn't it, that you don't let
other guys see you do?

Billy didn't seem to notice, though, and when I'd
done, he looked at me and said "That was OK, wasn't
it, Steve?  Dad said you'd never had a guy up you
before - I didn't hurt you or anything, did I?"

I thought on - was this the time to tell him that he
was useless?  I'd had about a thousand times more
pleasure from Grant than from him.  But then I thought
back to when I was 16 - I could hardly touch my dick
without shooting, and Billy was a virile young lad,
and was exactly the same."

"No - it was OK", I said. "I'd never wanted a dick up
my ass.  And there's no way that you'd have done that
if I was a free man.  But that was OK - slaves expect
to get used."

I think that pissed him off a bit, because he snapped
back "Well, if you're a slave, act like one!  Why am I
standing here drying myself - isn't that what slaves
are supposed to do for masters?"

He thrust a towel towards me, and I could see that he
was serious.  He was actually giving me an order - a
command, to handle his body.  He was experimenting
with his power.  Everything inside me rebelled - I
wanted to slap the kid, and tell him that little punks
don't order guys like me around, but that would be the
end for me, I knew:  Matt was completely besotted with
his son, and if I did anything to harm Billy, Matt
would surely sell me to the organ banks  just in blind
rage.

So I took the towel, and dropped down to my knees, and
gently started to dab at his groin with the towel.
I'd  never done anything like this before, of course -
I'd dried myself thousands of times, but never used a
towel to dry another guy, and especially not his dick
and his balls.  They felt so strange through the
towel, and I gently patted at them, and I knew I had
to be so careful as guys are so sensitive down there.

As I worked on, Billy started to have an erection,
even though he'd just shot his load up me.  Young guys
of 16 are like that, I suppose - even at 24 I'd
noticed that I had fewer erections than when I was
younger.  He put his hand on my head as I knelt there
and pushed me away slightly, and I understood that he
wanted me to stop towelling him, so I let the towel
drop.  Billy kept one hand on my head and gripped the
root of his dick with the other, then guided his dick
towards my face.  Both of my hands went towards him,
and I stroked them up along his firm young thighs and
cupped his muscular lad's ass with them.

Billy moaned faintly. "Suck it, Steve", he whispered.
"I want you to take my dick that's just been up your
ass into my mouth.  Show me how you can worship my
dick...."

It wasn't a problem of course, as I was used to
sucking Matt.  But I was astonished that Billy had
thought of this - he was supposed to be inexperienced,
but here he was, acting as if he knew how to make a
man take dick.

"Come on, Steve!  Take my dick.... Let me feel those
lips of yours sliding along the shaft.... My dick
needs attention, and that's what slaves do... They
worship their masters' dicks.... Come on, boy, take
it, and take it down deep..."

As he was speaking he'd pushed the tip of his dick at
my lips and teased it all around under the control of
his hand.  I'd opened my mouth, and now had it right
inside me.  I ran my tongue over his dick head and the
shaft, and covered it in my spit.

Billy now put both hands behind my head and started to
pull me down onto him.  More and more of his rock-hard
shaft went into my mouth, and I started to feel the
gag reflex start.  My mind panicked, and I flashed
back to the dreadful way in which Sam had raped my
throat.  I couldn't stop myself - I threw myself
backwards, and sat down heavily on the floor.

Billy was furious.  "You stupid cunt!  You...."

Matt came in to see what all the commotion was, and
Billy was ranting "Dad, this stupid fucking slave of
yours.... He doesn't even know how to take dick!
Haven't you taught him anything?  I was able to take
yours down to the root when I was ten, and this big
slave can't even take two or three inches without a
whole lot of fuss.  Some of the guys at school take
'Slave Control Monthly', and they're always talking
about caning and whipping slaves who don't know their
places - so let's beat the shit out of him, and then
perhaps he'll be better..."

"No, Billy.  Not now.  I agree with you that he's
getting a bit too uppity - it's probably my fault, for
not treating him like a slave all the time and
allowing him certain liberties when we've been here
together.  But you know how it is, when there are just
two guys in each others company all the time - you
can't help starting to treat the other guy as an
equal.  We probably ought to give him a little
reminder of his status, but that'll wait until
tomorrow - we need to get on!  MY dick's aching for
relief....   Look, he didn't hurt you, did he?  He
didn't nip your dick with his teeth when he fell
back?"

"No, dad."

"OK, then, for now!  So get back in there and get on
the bed - it's your turn for a lesson!"

I didn't like the sound of the "for now", as I knew
that Matt was capable of brooding and thinking things
through, over and over.  I wondered what he had in
mind for me.  But there was nothing I could do about
it, so I watched as they stopped by the side of the
bed, then Matt wrapped his arms around Billy and
started to kiss him deeply - Billy was responding,
too, as his hands ran up and down Matt's broad back,
and clutched at Matt's ass, as if he was trying to
pull himself even closer to his dad.  I just sat there
and watched, and wished that it had been like that for
dad and me - we'd never even touched each other since
I was about eight, let alone had our bodies so
intimately close as this.

Matt gently pushed Billy back on to the bed, and the
kissing and caressing continued.  Matt was stroking
Billy's dick, and he was doing the same to his father.
 Matt stopped quite abruptly, though, and I heard him
say to Billy "Come on, son - you'll have me shooting
if you're not careful!  You always do know how to
please your old dad...  But it's time you became a
proper man.  You were 16 last week, and I told you
that once it was legal I was going to introduce you to
sex properly - all the stuff we've been doing since
puberty is really  only foreplay.  Now you're going to
take a real man's dick up your ass - you know how much
you enjoyed fucking Steve, well, now it's time for me
to have my fun tonight."

"Oh dad... I've been thinking about it all year,
waiting for this vacation.... Dad.... You won't hurt
me, will you?"

"Don't be so stupid, Billy - you're my son.  Would I
do anything to hurt you?  But part of the pleasure for
you is to experience the mixture of pain and extreme
pleasure that being fucked gives you:  it's like
nothing else a man ever experiences when his ass is
sending him mixed and confused feelings.  You'll want
me to stop, but you won't want me to stop.  You'll cry
out, but you won't really know whether it's in fear or
extreme joy.  You'll stop trusting your body - you're
used to it telling you that you're hurting, or that
it's having fun:  but now it's telling you both
things, but a hundred times more intense than anything
you've ever had before.  You...
No!  Just don't worry about it. You'll experience it
soon enough.  But first I have to prepare you -
especially the first time, I want you really relaxed
and well lubed.  We might get on to rougher stuff
later in the week, but the first time..."

"Steve!  Get in here!", he called.

I went in and stood there, looking down at the two
naked bodies on the bed.  They were so alike, as I'd
noted before.  There was no mistaking the fact that
Billy was Matt's son.  You could tell that he'd be the
spitting image of his dad when he matured and his
muscles filled out properly.

"Don't just stand there", Matt told me.  "Get jerking
- I need lube for young Billy, and he's just shot.
I'm saving myself for him, of course, so you're the
only source of natural lube around here."

He turned to Billy, and went on "You can use spit, of
course, but it's not as good as real man spunk.  Cum
is designed to slip and slide, after all, and what
could be better?  All those jellies you can buy are
vile - they dry sticky, whatever they claim, and some
of them are even getting flavoured artificially these
days - imagine, going to suck a dick, or lick an ass
after you've been fucking, and getting peppermint
flavour!  The whole point is to be able to taste real,
proper man taste.  So, Billy, take my advice and stick
to the natural methods - a big load of gob or, if
you've got a few mates around, or a slave, they're the
best source."

"I told you to get jerking!", he snapped at me, as I'd
just been standing there listening. "And be sure to
catch all your cum in your palm!"

I reached down and started to tease my dick into life.
 I could never have imagined that I could make it
happen - if anyone had told me a few weeks ago that
I'd be acting as a lube dispenser for two guys who
wanted to fuck I'd have said they were insane.  But
here I was, jerking myself off, as Matt and Billy
watched.

Matt was caressing Billy, and he murmured "It's good
to have a slave, isn't it?  Watching him jerk off like
this is a real turn on!  Watch how all the muscles in
his arm move as he plays with his dick, and how he's
making those little motions with his pelvis - it's
almost as if he wants to be thrusting in and out.
It's probably quite difficult for him - I don't know
about you, son, but I hate jerking myself off standing
up:  I always lie on the bed, or relax on the couch."

"Sure, dad, I know what you mean.  Sometimes I do it
in the shower, as I don't like to risk the cum
staining the sheets, or I'm worried that mom might
come home and find me jerking off in front of the TV -
but  I hate the way the backs of your knees strain as
you thrust forward.  You're right, though - watching
Steve jerk off is really something else - I've seen
pictures of guys jerking off on the Internet, but
actually having it happen in front of you is
fantastic.  That slapping sound, and the way he's
grunting under his breath... And the smell of his
sweat.... Oh, dad..."

Billy turned to Matt and kissed him passionately, and
both men locked their arms around each other, and
their legs were thrashing together, as if they were
trying to become a single piece of flesh.

I shot, with a big gasp, and as I'd been told, stood
there with a big pool of my spunk in my hand.

Matt broke from Billy, and saw that I'd shot.  "Right,
Steve.  You're the lube dispenser!  Kneel down by the
side of the bed, and put your hand out so that I can
get it whenever I want."

I did as I was told, and now I was at eye level with
the two bodies, one so masculine and hard, and the
other just like a young colt, so close to starting to
come into its full maturity.

Matt dipped his fingers into my spunk, and pulled out
a big gelatinous gob of it:  as it does, it clung
together, as if the part on his fingers didn't want to
be separated from the smaller pool left in my palm.
He gently rolled Billy on to his back, then knelt by
the side of the lad and started to lube his hole with
his fingers.

This wasn't the quick "one finger in, that's OK then"
job he'd allowed Billy to do on me.  No, I recognised
that Matt was taking all the time and trouble that
Grant had when he'd first fucked me.  I knew what
Billy must be experiencing, and I saw that his eyes
had closed and he was making little moaning noises as
his dad continued to massage his hole.  Sweat had
broken out all over him, even though he'd not been
making much physical exertion, and little beads of it
were all over his upper lip.  His tongue came out and
licked them away sensuously, and I knew he was in some
state of erotic euphoria already.

Matt then reached out again, and now h used my spunk
to slick his own dick, that was jutting out so proudly
in front of him - although he'd been leaking so much
pre-cum as he massaged his son that he could have used
that alone, I think.  I now know that it's all part of
the power thing - having another man so completely
under  your control that you can use his cum to lube
your dick before you fuck another guy is a real
demonstration of who's the boss, and it makes it all
the more exciting for the master to have two guys
under your control like this.

Matt took Billy on his back, lifting the lad's long,
slender legs on to his shoulders, then shuffling
forwards to start pushing his dick into Billy's hole.
Billy was gasping and moaning, and Matt was whispering
"Don't worry, son. Relax... Feel my dick coming in
you.... Push out, and take it....  No, don't shut your
eyes.... Look at me.... .you must file all this away -
a man needs to remember who fucked him the first
time... Look at me, watch my body as I push forward
and come up and meet me..... There....."

Billy gave a bigger moan, and I knew that Matt must
now be in him as he started to rock gently in and out
of the boy.  It went on and on, and as I knelt there I
could see, hear and smell everything as Matt made
passionate love to his son.  Without being stupidly
sentimental, I can say that it was a beautiful thing
to experience - the big, strong stud being so careful,
so tender, so loving towards the young lad who was
helpless under his body.  Both men were sweating with
passion, their breathing was coming in big gasps, and
they were both giving sighs and moans as Matt's dick
slid in and out.

"OK, Billy... I need to cum...", I heard Matt whisper.
 "Hold in there....".

Matt had been almost bending over Billy as he fucked
away, but now he straightened his back, hooked an arm
around Billy's knees and pulled the lad's legs close
to his chest - I now know, of curse, that when you're
fucking a guy on his back pulling his knees towards
you like this raises his ass slightly and makes it
maximally accessible - it's the only way you can
really get the root of your dick completely in, and
feel your pubic hair scraping over the guy's ass.
Normally it's the final straw or the guy, as he's now
taking all your dick and it can be just a little
uncomfortable.

Billy was no exception, and he started to moan as Matt
pushed all the way in.  And the moans continued as
Matt's thrusting became more and more vigorous - there
was that characteristic slapping sound of the pubic
area slamming into the ass muscle.

Billy was gasping "No... No.... Oh.... Oh...
Dad....", but Matt was now at the heat of his passion
and there was no stopping him.  He thrust one last
time, then gave a great shout himself.  He remained
kneeling there for a few moments, his back
occasionally spasming between bending over Billy and
being straight, as his after-shoots fired.  Then, with
a big sigh of contentment he lay forwards, covering
Billy's body with his own - I noted, though, that some
of his weight rested on his elbows.

There were tears running down Billy's face - surely
Matt hadn't hurt him that much.

"Dad... Thank you.... That was the most fantastic
thing I've ever experienced.  Oh, dad, dad.... Thank
you..."

"Hey, son, it's OK.  That's what I meant when I've
been telling you all these years that real sex is
absolutely the best thing that will ever happen to
you.  Once you decide to fuck a guy, there's all sorts
of ways of doing it:  this is one of them, and you can
see it's a lot of fun for you... But it's a lot of
work for me, as I had to take a long time relaxing
you, then fucking you slowly. And you'll notice that I
had to go at it much harder when I wanted to cum.  But
there's other ways, too - a good, hard fucking when
you just ram home from the outset can be very
stimulating: and it teaches you who's really in
control.  But you'll learn."

Matt got up and went into the bathroom and I heard him
washing his dick.  He came back with a washcloth, and
with infinite tenderness raised Billy's legs again and
wiped his ass clean. I thought this was amazing - a
man could be so intimate with another that he could do
this totally personal thing for him.

Matt came back to bed, and it was almost as if he
noticed me again for the first time.

"Hey, Steve - are you going to kneel there all night?
Get into bed with us!"

I did as he told me, as it was getting cool in the
bedroom, and lay on my side at the edge of the bed,
not wanting to disturb them.  But Billy shuffled close
to me, and "spooned" his body against mine.  I could
feel his dick nestling in my ass crack, and his wiry
pubic hair scraped my ass.  He gave a contented moan,
his warm breath brushed my back, and I guessed that
Matt was doing the same to him.

"Billy...."

"Yes, dad..."

"There's one more thing.  You're a real man now.
You've fucked, and been fucked.  It's time we stopped
treating you like a kid.  From now on, you're Bill -
Billy's a kid's name, and you're not a kid any more."

We slept.

I woke up with Bill's dick pressing into me with his
morning erection, rather than Matt's as usual, and as
he woke, Bill started to reach for me.  But then Matt
spoke "No - no time for that! We've slept in a bit
after last night's excitement, and the first customers
will be along soon!  I'm going to have a bath - if you
want to be jerked or sucked by Steve, Bill, that's OK,
but there's no time for fucking - we'll do that at our
leisure tonight."

Matt got up, and I turned over to face bill.  Our
dicks were together, and his hot breath was all over
me.  There was more of his father in him than just
body type, too - he had a lot of Matt's character as
without even asking me, he reached down and started to
jerk my dick, all the time looking straight into my
eyes.

I reached down and grasped his wrist in my big, strong
hand, and stopped him.

"What...", he started, but stopped in mid sentence as
I pulled our two dicks together, then started to slide
my hand up and down both.  He moaned, softly, and I
enjoyed not just the physical sensation of his dick
against mine, but the knowledge that I was in control
again.  He'd thought he was going to jerk me off, but
after I'd stroked us both for a few moments he wasn't
able to contain his youthful enthusiasm and he shot,
his cum splashing into my belly and matting my pubic
hair.  I was nowhere near ready to cum, so I reached
up, put my hands on his head, and started to guide him
down towards my dick.

He resisted - I had to pull quite hard and be very
insistent, letting him know that in a trial of
strength I would of course win.   He could have called
out to Matt, but he knew who was in charge here and is
resistance was more a token one, I judged.

I pushed his face into my pubic area, and held him
there so he could breathe in my own man scent, that
would be so strong and pungent after I had slept all
night with my dick and balls between my thighs. And it
was overlaid by the electrifying scent of his own cum,
that was spattered all over me.

He was breathing hard, and I could see sweat breaking
out all down his long, lean back with its spine
enticingly pushing through the smooth skin.  I knew
that he was completely aroused, so I pushed his head
back, then guided him onto my dick.  I had to push his
head backwards and forwards a couple of times until he
got the idea, and then he began to enthusiastically
suck my cock.  It was good to have his mouth around
me, and even better to know that this man, who had
wanted to take charge of me, was now doing exactly as
I wanted.  As his lips raced up and down my shaft and
caressed my flange, I didn't think so much of the
physical sensation - pleasurable though it was - than
of the way I was exercising my power.  I felt myself
get harder and harder, then shot my load directly into
his mouth.

He tried to take his mouth away, but I held him there
and, indeed, pushed him back right into my crotch so
that he got fresh waves of my man scent as his mouth
was full of my seed.  He knew, now, who was really the
boss here.

I wondered what was going to happen next, but Matt
called out from the bathroom that he'd finished in the
bath, and Bill got up and went through.  I followed
him, as I wanted to know what would happen.

"So... Jerked off the slave, did you?  I hope you made
him blow you - a young man like you needs to start the
day off right.  My water's still warm - get in, and
get a move on:  the slave's got to bath, too."

It was interesting that Bill didn't contradict his
father and tell him that it was him who had blown me,
but he mumbled something and slid into the waiting
bath water.

I may have been in control of Bill in bed, but in this
house I was definitely at the bottom of the pecking
order about baths - Matt insisted that I use the water
after Bill, and the same towel as both of them (as he
had made me do, Matt made Bill use his wet towel), and
 it was little better than wiping myself with a wet
cloth after it had been all over the two men's bodies.

Over breakfast Matt told Bill that he was to be in
charge of the hire boats that day, and that I was as
usual swimming and doing the hard work, and that he,
Matt, would deal with the special services for the
other owners.

We set off, and I noticed how, just like Matt, he
strode out and led the way, almost not bothering to
look around to see if I was following.

We worked hard all morning, him taking the money and
negotiating with the customers, and me swimming
backwards and forwards to move the boats from their
moorings.  Bill had worn shorts, a T and sneakers that
morning, and as the sun burned down he took off the T
and just worked in his shorts.  There's always a lull
at lunch time, and Bill was sweating a lot.

"I do envy you", he told me as I sat on the edge of
the quay in a lull, just dangling my legs over the
edge and enjoying the warmth of the sun.  "No
troubles, no worries, and nice and cool!"

"Well, why don't you go for a swim - it's cold at
first, but the harbour's perfectly clean - I should
know - I'm in it all the time."

"No - I swim in the school team, and it's no fun if
there's no one to race."

"I'll race you - I'm pretty tired after all the
swimming I've had to do this morning, but that should
even us up - I'm bigger and stronger than you...."

"Hey - I can beat you even if you were completely
fresh.  Really big guys like you and dad can't swim
fast, and I know I'll slow down as I get older and put
on more muscle, too.  So cut the crap - I can beat you
fair and square."

"Suit yourself!  In the old days, I'd have told you to
put your money where your mouth is - but I don't have
any money now since I was enslaved.  But if you're a
racer, and want a bet..."

"Sure I do."

"OK then.  We'll race around the harbour buoy, and the
last one back here gets fucked by the other."

"You're kidding!  No way I'm going to bet like that."

"Oh, so you are scared of losing.  I knew it was all
just crap you were talking, about being able to beat
me.  A real man - Billy - doesn't brag about winning,
then back off because he's worried the stakes are too
high.  Or are you afraid that you will win, then won't
be able to fuck me without daddy watching to be in
control!  Some man you are - Billy."  I deliberately
emphasised the "Billy", as he'd seemed so proud that
Matt had decided to call him "Bill" now that he was
supposed to be mature.

"Fuck you, Steve!  No, I will fuck you, when I win.
OK, you're on."

He took off his sneakers, and we stood on the edge of
the quay.

"Sure those shorts won't slow you down?  Why don't you
slip them off and swim like me? It's better to swim
nude, you know".

"No - they're swimming shorts.  There's no way I'm
going naked in public - that's for slaves.  Now, quit
talking, let's race!"

It was tough - he was a good swimmer.  But he wasn't
used to swimming in the sea, as it's so different
from, swimming in pools.  We were almost evenly
matched on the way out to the buoy that marked the
harbour entrance, but on the way back my greater power
paid off and I puled ahead, and had at least four
lengths on him back at the quayside.

To show him  I still had a lot left I pulled myself up
onto the quay effortlessly, then reached down to give
him a hand as he looked almost exhausted, and half
hauled him up to stand beside me.  As I did so, I
brushed his crotch with my hand, then, as we stood
there, I rested my hand on his ass - not so anyone
would notice particularly, except him!  I could feel
his skin, hot, through the fabric of the shorts, and I
lowered my voice and said "I can't wait to get my dick
up your ass - it feels pretty good to me already!"

As the water dripped off us I could see he was
blushing, and he moved a step away so that my hand
fell off him.  "Look, Steve.... That was a great race.
 But can we change the bet - how about I get dad to
give you a good dinner tonight, rather than slave
chow..."

"No way, Bill!  A man who loses a bet pays up."

"But I don't want to be fucked..."

"You should have thought of that before.  And, anyway,
what's the problem?  Matt fucked you last night, and
although I'm a bit better hung than him, if you can
take his dick, you can take mine."

"But he's my dad!  We've always played together, ever
since I started to grow hair!  I don't want to be
fucked by other guys... And not by...."

"..by a slave, you mean?"

Bill was blushing deeply now.  "Yes... I guess so...."

"Well, you should have thought of that before.  Of
course, you can chicken out - just tell Matt, and
he'll order me not to fuck you.... Billy."

I could see him crumbling, and to press home my
advantage I put my arm around his shoulders with my
hand on his neck, gently pressing in with my thumb and
fingers so that he knew I was in charge of him, then
started to move him off towards the boat store.  A few
of the passers by might have wondered, I suppose, why
a naked man, obviously a slave, was leading a young
free man along, but they obviously judged it to be
none of their business.

The boat store was cooler than outside, and the gloomy
darkness was a relief from the bright sun.  I led Bill
over towards a pile of old cushions from the boats,
then dropped my hand from his neck and said "Strip."

"What?"

"Strip.  Get naked.  I'm going to fuck you, remember?
I can't do it through those shorts!"

He blushed again, and pushed his shorts to the ground.
I can't understand why he was embarrassed - after all,
I'd seen him naked often enough before.  And he had
been totally intimate with me last night - it was his
dick up my ass.

I moved close to him, put one arm around him and
pulled his still-damp body towards mine.  With my
other hand I felt for his dick and balls, and started
to stroke and caress them.  He buried his face in my
shoulder, and I could feel faint trembling going
through his entire body - it was either panic, or the
pre-race excitement of a young colt..  As I continued
to stroke him, he became erect, and my hands felt the
oiled smoothness as pre-cum very quickly leaked out
from him and coated my hand.

Without moving my arm from around him or stopping
stroking his dick, I nudged his face out of my
shoulder and bent my head to get his right nipple in
my mouth.  I sucked at it then gently nipped the nub
between my teeth.  He moaned and his whole body jerked
slightly, and his dick became even stiffer, if that
was possible.

I carried on nibbling his nub, then, before he could
stop me, moved rapidly and attached his left tit, only
this time much more harshly, almost biting into him.
His moans became very loud, and he shot - I sensed it
coming as his dick started to pump and his body jerked
backwards, and tried to catch as much of the cum as I
could.

Bill stood there looking at me, and I showed him my
hand full of cum.  "See", I said, "You are turned on
by the prospect of being fucked.  Now,  lie down."

He stretched out on the old cushions, and I stood
looking down at him, my own dick at right angles to my
body.   "How do you want it, Bill?  On your back, as
Matt did last night, or shall I have you on your hands
and knees, and fuck you like a dog, as you did to me?"

"No - don't answer that!", I went on.  "I won your ass
in our bet, and I'm in charge.  I'm going to fuck you
on your back, as Matt did, so I can see your face as a
real man takes your ass, not a nice little gentle fun
for a son and his dad, but a proper man to man
fucking."

I knelt down by him, slicked a finger in the pool of
his cum on my hand, and probed at his hole with it.  I
almost trembled with excitement as I felt his pucker
under my finger tip, then felt the little shudder that
went through him as I forced my way in.  I didn't take
a lot of time massaging and relaxing him -  I thought
we might be disturbed for one thing, and for another I
was so on the edge that I thought that too much delay
and I wouldn't have time to fuck properly before
shooting!

"Come on, boy, lift your legs onto my shoulders - you
saw how, last night!"

Once he was in position, I moved forward and just as
it had when I first touched Grant's ass hole, my dick
reported explosions of sensation as it nosed at Bill's
warm pucker.  I could hardly restrain myself, and
stabbed forward: Bill's face screwed up as he tried
not to make a sound, and his body tensed as I watched.

"Come on, boy, relax... You know it's going to
happen... You're going to take my big, hot dick into
your young, tender ass.... Relax, and let a real man
show you what sex is all about... Come on, you little
fucker.. Relax... Or I'll have to force it
....Ah....."

I got a wave of pure pleasure as my dick head went
through his sphincter and his firm ass muscles gripped
my shaft.  Bill's face was really screwed up now,
though, and his efforts not to say anything failed as
he let out a low scream.

I put my hands on his thighs and pulled his legs
closer to my body as I pressed myself all the way
home: and, of course, it was all the way as his ass
was now right up to give me maximum penetration.  In
turn, he reached up and his hands were running up and
down my hairy forearms, not trying to push them away
or anything, but as if he was trying to share in my
passion.

"Open your eyes, boy, and look at me!", I commanded,
and he did, staring up at me as I towered over him.
Then I started to fuck him - hard.  I suppose I wanted
to start gently and build up, but the sheer excitement
of fucking, the feeling of power I had as my dick
rammed in and out of him, and that wonderful knowledge
that I was totally controlling his male body under me
simply took over - I was incapable of doing anything
other than thrusting in and out to the maximum amount
possible:  I didn't want my dick to pull out of him
completely but it almost did, and my pubic bone
slammed into the sensitive area under his ass as it
went in with a great "slap".  Bill was moaning and
shouting, and his arms dropped to beat the cushions on
either side of his body in time to my thrusts.  I
couldn't help myself shouting, either, and I heard
myself saying over and over "Jesus... Fuck...
Jesus.... Fuck... ".  And then, all too soon, I shot
my load.

I'd wanted it to go on and on, but it couldn't.  The
sexual excitement was so great, that my balls emptied
into him with a great spurt.  I had to stop thrusting,
as my dick is so sensitive when I cum, but there were
several after-spurts and I couldn't help my back
arching and my pubes pushing forward just a little bit
more as they came out of me.  The feeling was
exquisite - the mixture of pure pain and pleasure as
my sensitive dick head was made to carry on.  My heart
was pounding, my lungs were heaving, and I could feel
that wonderful cold chill all over me as the sweat
that had been running in rivers all over me now
started to dry.

I collapsed forward on to Bill, and the full weight of
my wet body was pressed into his.  I could feel his
heart racing under me.  I grabbed his hands and pushed
them to the ground above his head, so that he couldn't
move - there's no way he could overcome the mechanical
disadvantage his arm muscles were working at, even had
he tried. He would know that his body was  still
totally under my control and that he was completely
helpless.

I pushed my face into his, and said "Now you really
are a man, Bill.  You've had proper man to man sex,
with a good hard fucking."

I suppose I was a bit worried - what would Matt do if
he found out?  But I'd not really stopped to even
consider that when the heat of my passion took over.

"Are you OK, Bill?"

"Yes, Steve.  That was.... Was....  I don't know....
It was amazing.  When you were inside me, it felt
so.... Right."

"You're not hurt, are you?"  As I asked this, I slowly
pulled out of him and stood up, and held a hand down
towards him to help him to his feet.

He winced a bit as he stood, ut said "No... I'm
fine... A bit sore.... But fine."

He reached down for his shorts, and I saw the inside
of his thighs were wet from his sweat, his ass juices,
and my cum.  My dick was covered in the pale brown of
has ass juices, and so I said "Let's not race to the
buoy again, but we do need to go into the sea - look
at my dick, and your legs!"

We both kind of laughed, and raced out of the boat
shed and made clean racing dives into the water,
before any one could notice the condition we were in.

End Of Part 13