Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2000 11:20:01 -0800 (PST) From: Brew Maxwell Subject: First Mate, Chap. 4 Disclaimer: This story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. It contains graphic descriptions of sex between and among young adult men, and anyone who finds this subject matter objectionable, or who is not of legal age in his or her political jurisdiction to read such material, must leave immediately. This story is being posted to the Nifty Archive for the amusement and entertainment or readers. It may not be posted or reprinted in any other medium without the written consent of its author. Comments are always welcome. First Mate Chapter Four Christmas Vacation Rick and I slept late the next morning, and we missed breakfast. We went to Hardee's and got two sausauge buiscuits each. We ate them on the way home. We spent most of that day lounging around and playing with my computer and such. We made love two or three times, and it was fabulous, of course. The day was a Monday, and it was also the last day of the family being together. That night my parents cooked some prime beef they had ordered through the mail from Kansas City, and we all had a great time. We said goodbye to my sisters and their families, since they were leaving the next morning to go home to Jacksonville and Orlando, respectively. We also kissed Grammy goodbye because we knew she'd be gone by the time we got up the next morning. We said goodnight and bon voyage to my parents, who were leaving on their traditional trip to New York City the next morning at eight. The accounting office was closed between Christmas and New Years to give the employees a break before tax season started. We made mad, passionate love that night. Rick was teaching me how to be a gay lover, and I was absorbing everything he had to offer. I loved him and he loved me, and our love-making was just that--making love. Rick's original plan was to spend the week in Panama City, but he hadn't figured on everybody being gone. We decided to head to Key West on the 27th. There didn't seem to be any reason not to. We cashed in his ticket at the airport, I packed up my stuff, including my computer, and we headed out. The drive to Key West took us two days. We could have made it in one and gotten in around midnight, but we decided to spend the night in Ft. Lauderdale and drive the rest of the way the next day. The long drive had given Rick and me plenty of time to talk. "Will we be living on the boat," I asked. "I mean, I know we will be on trips, but what about other times?" "I have an bungalow in a nudist resort that caters to gay men. The house is small, but it's big enough for the two of us. You'll like our neighbors." "What about sex," I asked. "What about it? You'll get plenty, don't worry about that." "I know," I said, "but I'm not exactly the soul of experience. Will that be a problem for me?" "Oh, hell, no. You've got a great body, a great face, a great personality, and, most of all, a great cock. Gay men seem to love uncut cock, for some reason, and yours is just about as close to perfect as I've ever seen. They'll love you." "I mean, what can I expect to happen?" "Well, probably the first day out, you'll start in a pair of shorts. By midafternoon, you'll have those off, just like everyone else. You'll be in the shade, probably, and some guy will take your cock into his hand and jerk you off. Or blow you. From there, just play it by ear. It's kinda different every time." "Will you and I have time together? I mean, I love sex and all, but I love _you_." "Oh, yeah. We won't go on all the excursions with the rest of the guys. We'll stay behind on the boat. We'll have plenty of privacy." "You won't be jealous of guys hitting on me," I asked. "Well, I know how the game is played. There's usually a good bit of group sex, but I'll understand if you are taken by a particular guy. Hell, I will be, too. Will that make you jealous?" "Not if it's like you say. Just sex for the sake of sex." "That's all it is. Guys sign up for our cruises to have a good time, and part of the good time is sex. I've only known of two occasions where permanent relationships developed among our guests." "I'm kind of nervous about this whole thing," I said. "I can tell. But you mustn't be. I'll be there, and, if you don't want to have sex with the guests, that's okay. You're not a prostitute, man. You're my lover." That made me feel much better, and I relaxed a little more as we drove along. When we got to Ft. Lauderdale, it was only around six in the evening. We checked into a hotel. I was real horny, and so was Rick. We made passionate love for an hour or more. We started out with a 69-suckfest, and we ended up both fucking each other. It was great, as usual. After we showered, Rick asked if I had ever been to a gay club. "No. I never have been. There's only one gay bar in Panama City, maybe two. And they aren't really clubs, with dancing and bands and stuff." "Would you like to go to some. Lauderdale has some great ones." "Sure," I said. "Let's go eat first, and then we'll hit the clubs." We ate at a pretty nice restaurant, and I had a delicious steak. Rick had the largest lobster salad I had ever seen. It was nice. The first club he took me to was pretty tame. Guys were dancing with each other and shit like that, but it was basically nothing more than a place to drink and hang out. The second place was a bit more exciting. "There's gonna be a show here," he said, as we lined up to pay our cover charge. "In fact, you'll probably see guys on the bar naked and jerking each other off. Are you okay with that?" "Hell, yeah," I said. "I've heard about these places, and I'm ready." The place was as wild as Rick said it was, but I wasn't ready for guys walking around with their dicks hanging out of their pants. I wasn't turned off, of course. In fact, some of them made my own cock stir a little. The bar show was really hot. There were eight dancers, and they came out in thong g-strings. It wasn't long before they had those off, and all eight guys got hard. They started playing with one another, and the audience went wild. I noticed guys at tables around us jerking off, and I put my hand on Rick's cock. "Not here," he said. "The next place." After the show, we walked two blocks down the street to another club. In there, everyone had his cock out of his fly. I took mine out without a moment's hesitation. Rick took his out, too, but it was so much smaller than mine, it wasn't all that noticable. After we were there twenty minutes or so, the MC said a special contest was coming up. It was for guys who would be willing to get up on the bar and suck _themselves_ off. "I can do that," I told Rick. "I've done it for years." "You never told me that," he said. "Yeah, but you never asked. You mind if I enter the contest?" The prize was a thousand dollars for the guy who could make himself cum first by sucking his own cock. I went up and told the man in charge I wanted to enter. The entry fee was $50, so I whipped the money out of my wallet and gave it to him. I needed a "second," a guy to help me and hold my clothes. Rick was my man, of course. He came up, and we went backstage. I stripped down, and the guy who was in charge asked me my name (Kevin) and where I lived (Key West). I also told him I worked for Rainbow Cruises, an all-gay Caribbean cruise line on a sailboat. He seemed impressed. I went out on the stage--the bar, really--with six other guys. There was music and drum rolls and such. I got down on my back and grabbed my legs under my thighs. I could do it that way, but it wasn't all that comfortable or easy to do. I was rock-hard by then, of course, and I got the head of my cock, which had pealed away from my foreskin, into my mouth. I didn't like that, though. So, I got all the way on my back and threw my legs up over my head. My hard cock was right there, so I took it into my mouth. I had no idea what the other guys were doing, but I sucked for all I was worth. I fingered my ass while I was doing it, and the audience erupted in applause. In a few minutes, I was choking down my cum. It ran out of the corners of my mouth, and I was the clear winner. One other guy came, but not in his mouth. The thousand dollars were mine. There was lots of cheering and applause, and I noticed more than one couple jerking off as I was doing my thing. Rick, my second, was badly boned when he came onto the bar to get me. I popped open the buttons on his fly and sucked his cock in front of all those people. They went wild. It took him just a few minutes to come, and I was gifted with another mouthful of cum. Well, after that performance, I was the hit of the club. Guys came up and bought us drinks or left money on the table for us. I was definitely the star of that night's performance, and it paid off quite well. We left around two that morning to go back to our hotel room "Damn, I didn't know you could do that," Rick said, once we were safely in my car. "Oh, yeah," I said. "I've been working on that stunt for several years." "You were fantastic. You probably got us more business tonight than all the advertising I've been doing for the last year. I handed out all the business cards I had with me, and I wrote our phone number on like fifteen napkins." "Good," I said, and meant it. The next day we drove into Key West. Wow! What a place. It was like a flea market and residential community all in one. Rick had a cottage on the grounds of a gay nudist resort. The place was small--living room, eat-in kitchen, bedroom, and a small office, but it was cozy and very nicely decorated. There was a huge walk-in closet in the bedroom where he told me to put my stuff. I noticed he didn't have many clothes, so there was plenty of room for my stuff. I unpacked underwear and socks and shit into a dresser. Again, there was plenty of room. Rick didn't have very much of that kind of stuff, either. It was only mid-afternoon, so we went to the marina that was on the property to see the boat. Wow!!! It was huge and wonderful and exciting and cool and beautiful. He showed me our quarters, the galley, the other staterooms, and all around the decks. "We spend most of our time out here on the deck," he said. "In fact, except for that small TV room, there really isn't a living room, as such." There were several levels to the decks, and some of them had awnings for shade. Apparently, you sometimes needed to get away from the tropical sun. "I've been thinking about your training," Rick said. "Oh, shit. I forgot about that. I've got to go to school, don't I?" "Well, technically not. You have to pass a Coast Guard test to be a first mate, but it really doesn't matter how you prepare for it. I was thinking that since I'm back a week earlier than I had originally planned, you and I could go for a sail. I could teach you what you need to know for the test, and you could skip the class." "Just the two of us," I asked. I was thrilled at the possibility. "Yeah. Just the two of us. This shit ain't rocket science, like I said before. You can probably learn it in a week or less." "I'm for it, man. When do we leave?" "Well, we could leave tomorrow morning. I've got enough left-over provisions for the two of us for three weeks, much less one. You want to do that?" "Shit, yeah. Just don't be mean to me if I don't catch on right away, okay?" "You little fuck. I'd never be mean to you." Then he grabbed me in a head lock and gave me a nuggie. "I don't get mean with the man I love." When he had me in the head lock, I noticed the bulge in his shorts. I reached down and started rubbing it. "Uuuuuuu," he said, "that feels good." I didn't waste any time. As soon as he turned me loose, I pulled down his zipper and got his cock out of his shorts. I led him by it over to the side of the boat that faced the open water. I had never simply jerked him off, and that seemed like a good opportunity. I was hard, too, so I hauled my cock out, as well. Standing on the port side of the boat, at mid-afternoon, in full view of anybody who might happen by in a boat, I stroked Rick's cock. "Goddamn, you're good at that," he said. "Years of practice," I replied. He chuckled, and we both concentrated on coming. I was kind of behind him on his right side, using my right hand on his hard-on. I rubbed my own cock on his leg, kind of humping him. He came after ten minutes or so of my hand work. I got myself aroused sufficiently so that it took me less than a minute to come when I applied my hand to me. "Damn, Kevin. That's the kind of spontaneous sex I love," Rick said. "Me, too," I answered. "Will we be able to do that sort of thing when there are people on board?" "Oh, hell, yeah. Although, you'll be in such demand, I might have to make an appointment with you." He grinned at me and kissed me lightly on the lips. When we left the boat, we went for some sight-seeing in town. At a flea market, I found a guitar that looked pretty good, so I picked it up and started playing. "I didn't know you could play guitar," Rick said. "Well, if you call this playing," I said, modestly. I was entirely self-taught, and I really didn't play very well. "It sounds good to me," Rick said. "Me, too," the owner of the stand said. "How much is that thing," Rick asked. The guy only wanted thirty dollars for it, so Rick bought it for me. "I want you to bring that on the boat," Rick said. "Can you play many songs?" "If I've heard it, I can probably play it," I replied. "Really?" "Well, popular songs, anyway. Not classical stuff or anything really hard." "Kevin, man, you're gonna be a hit with the guys. You know any Jimmy Buffett stuff?" I laughed. "What's funny," he asked. "I know every song Jimmy Buffett ever sang, is all." I started playing and singing "One Particular Harbor," which is one of my favorite Buffett songs. "Whoooa, dude." Rick grinned at me and made me laugh again. Around 4:30 we went to the park on the western-most end of the island to watch the sunset. It was pretty, but I had seen so many on the gulf and bays of Panama City that it wasn't all that impressive. Rick asked me what I wanted to do. Hell, I didn't know what there was _to_ do, and I told him as much. "Well, we could get something to eat," he said. "I'm categorically opposed to eating," I said. He grabbed my nuts and started laughing. "Just like you're opposed to this." We ate at a steakhouse, and I had a wonderful meal. I was full, but not stuffed. Just right. Rick said his meal was good, too. While we were having coffee and cigarettes after dinner, a guy came up to the table. "Aren't you Rick Hunt," he asked. "Yeah, and I know I know you, but the name won't come." "I'm Andy Long, and I went on your cruise last year around this time. I heard you weren't here." "Well, that's kind of a long story, but, yeah, I'm back." "Are you going out this week? Man, I'm desperate for some of that Caribbean sunshine." I could tell Rick was thinking this through. Yeah, of course we were going out. The next morning, in fact, but there weren't any guests booked. I knew Rick was thinking he could turn a training mission for me into a six-hundred-dollar week. Rick looked at me, and I nodded. Hell, the guy looked like he was born on Mt. Olympus, and I figured I could learn as much sailing with three of us as with two. "Are you by yourself," Rick asked. "No, my boyfriend is with me. He put me up to coming over here and talking to you." "Can you guys be at the marina at ten tomorrow morning?" "Sure, Rick. No problem." "Okay, you're on. This is supposed to be a training mission for Kevin here, but we can handle two passengers, I reckon." Andy looked at me for the first time, and he did a double take. Rick noticed. "Kevin is my new first mate, and this is training for him." "Whoooa," Andy said. "Is that a problem for you," Rick asked. Andy laughed. "Not for me, man. Maybe for him, though. Does he know the rules?" "He knows," Rick said. "Good God, Rick. We'll have some fun, I think." Rick grinned at Andy. Andy looked over to the table where his friend was sitting and did the "OK" sign. The friend mouthed a silent "YES." Andy gave Rick twelve hundred dollars in cash on the spot and said he'd see us at ten the next morning. "Are you okay with this," Rick asked me. "Fuck, yeah, man. You're now gonna make twelve hundred tax-free dollars for training me. I'd say that was a definite 'yes.'" "Damn, you're smart. I didn't even think about the tax-free part of this." "You're not the son of two accountants, either," I said. Rick laughed. We left the restaurant and did some sight-seeing in the gay quarter of Key West. There were guys everywhere, and some of them were almost naked. We went into a couple of clubs and had a few drinks, but we were home by ten. That night, Rick and I made righteous love for well over an hour, and then we crashed. We got up at seven the next morning and got busy almost immediately. I made coffee while Rick showered, and then he cooked some eggs and sausage for us while I cleaned up. By eight o'clock, we were at the boat. Rick showed me all the things that had to be done before a cruise. The boat was connected to electricity while it was moored at the marina, but there was a generator that had to be checked. Also, we had to pump fresh water into the tanks for use for showers, drinking, making ice, etc. There were a million other little things to take care of, as well. The two hours we worked went fast, and it was ten o'clock before I realized it. Even though it was late December, I was in shorts and a tee shirt. I had started sweating, so I had taken off my shirt after just a few minutes of work. My shorts were making me hot, too, so I had taken them off, as well. I was down to a thong bikini when the two guys came to board the boat. Rick shook hands with Andy and Paul. They both were in their late twenties or early thirties, and both of them were very handsome. Andy, the guy Rick knew from before, looked me up and down. For a second, I thought he was going to whistle. "Where'd he come from," Andy asked Rick. "Well, let's just say he's been a friend for a very long time. He's fresh out of school and wants to learn how to run a cruise sailboat. This outing is really a training session for him." "I'll help with his training," Andy said with a leer. "I'll just bet you will," Rick said, and laughed. He tweaked one of my nipples to tease me. "Mmmmmmmm," I said, jokingly, although the attention did feel pretty good. "Oh-my-God," Andy said. "Let's get this cruise underway." We were almost ready to do just that. Rick told me to come into the wheelhouse so he could show me how to start the engine and carefully navigate out of the marina. "One second. Let me get dressed." "Not necessary," Rick said. "Don't you dare," Andy and Paul said at the same time. We all laughed. "Oh, let me show you guys to your room," Rick said to Andy and Paul, almost as an afterthought. They each only had one small bag, so there wasn't luggage to worry about. In a few minutes, Rick came into the wheelhouse. "Those guys seem nice," I said when he came in. "Oh, yeah. Andy is, for sure. He's been out with me three times already, every time with a different guy." Rick got the boat underway. He let me steer it once we were backed away from the pier. He stood behind me and put his arms around me, with both of his hands on the wheel in front of me. He rubbed his crotch on my ass, and I could feel him getting hard inside his shorts. "I'd love to fuck the shit out of you right now, Kevin. God, you're so fucking hot in that bikini. My cock is getting hard rubbing your hot ass." He was breathing hard by then, and I knew he was super-turned on. "Oh, babe, I want you so much." He reached up and started playing with my nipples. The rings in them were completely healed, and the effect of his touching them was driving me crazy. Fortunately, there was no traffic in the harbor; otherwise, with everything he was doing to me, I would never have gotten us safely through there. "I want you, too," I whispered, my own breath beginning to get a bit labored. He undid the fastener on the side of my bikini and it slipped to the floor. My cock was so hard it was throbbing, and the skin had pulled all the way back away from the head. That only happened when I was at 110% erection, unless I pulled it back myself. In a few seconds, I felt the wet head of Rick's cock rubbing my hole. He did it gently, like he did with his tongue, and it made me shiver with pleasure. Slowly, he inserted his cock into me. I had never been fucked standing up before, and I absolutely loved the feel of his cock inside me in that position. He was right on my sweet spot, gently rocking back and forth. He nibbled my ear and played with my nipples, and it was pure ecstasy. He gave some attention to my neck with his mouth, all the while gently thrusting in and out, in and out. A long drop of precum leaked out of my piss slit and onto the deck. Rick reached around to feel my dick, but he didn't stroke me off. He knew I didn't need, or really want, that. His cock inside me was all I needed. Rick knew exactly how to play me. As before, he brought me close then pulled me back, each time with enormous pleasure. We were almost out of the harbor by then. I wasn't sure what to do, so I kept a steady course straight out into the Gulf. The fucking continued. In and out. In and out, each time rubbing my prostate. Finally, after twenty minutes or more inside me, Rick said he was going to come. When he did, his spasms set me off, and my whole body contracted in one huge climax that I thought would never end. When I shot my load of cum, it hit the bulkhead in front of the steering wheel in eight great splashes. My legs were quivvering and my whole body felt completely drained of energy. "Damn, you're good," he whispered to me. "You ain't so bad yourself, babe." He kissed my neck. Eventually we both softened, and Rick withdrew from me. I didn't want him to pull out, but I knew we couldn't spend the rest of the day coupled like that. Some of his cum ran down my leg when he pulled out, and even that was a marvelous feeling. Rick switched off the engine. "Let's go set the sails," he said. I started to put my bikini back on, but he said to forget it. He did apply sunscreen to my ass and cock. He put a little on my face and shoulders, too. My hat, which I had kept on since I had boarded the boat, would afford some protection from the sun. Setting the sails wasn't difficult, and we got it done in ten minutes. With the sails up and the wind blowing, the boat moved silently across the water. It felt wonderful being on deck completely nude. "Let's go check on our passengers," Rick said. We found Andy and Paul stretched out nude on lounge chairs at the bow of the boat. "Hi, guys," Rick said. The both looked up. "Hi," they both said. "Er, who's steering this thing," Paul asked, some concern evident in his voice. "It's on automatic pilot," Rick said. "Modern navigational devices really don't require much work from me or Kevin. Our radar will go off if we get within a mile of another vessel, and that's when I'll take the wheel." When Andy realized I was nude, he looked at me even closer than before. "Where did you come from guy, fucking Mt. Olympus? Uncut and everything. Jesus." I'm sure I must have blushed a bit. "He's talented, too--you know what I mean," Rick said, teasing me. My cock tends to ooze a little cum for about a half hour or so after I shoot, and it was doing that then. Paul noticed and winked at me. Then Andy noticed Rick's cum running down my leg. "And what have our captain and first mate been up to," Andy asked, knowingly. Rick chuckled. "I'm surprised you two haven't been at it already. That's not like you, Andy." Andy started playing with his cock. It looked to be about four inches long when it was soft, but it was rapidly turning into much more than that. "Would you help me with this old thing," he asked me. I looked at Rick. "Our guests deserve our full attention, Kev. That's the first rule of running a good cruise ship." Watching Andy play with himself had made my own cock stir a little, and it got half-hard when he asked for my help. I got down on my knees on the deck next to Andy's lounge chair. I rubbed his chest a time or two, and gently hovered the palm of my hand over his right nipple. "Oh, God, I love that," he said. I bent over and started sucking his tit. It quickly turned into an erect little eraser. I did the same to his other nipple. Then I licked my way down his chest and stomach to his cock. I took hold of it and licked the head. Then I put the whole thing into my mouth. I moved up and down on it, sucking for all I was worth. Andy responded to my mouth with short hip thrusts. It turned out his cock was no more than about six inches, so I was easily able to take the whole thing into my mouth. I played with his balls while I sucked him, and now and then I ran my finger down toward his hole. The attention to his ass really turned him on. He plunged down on my finger, and I went ahead and inserted it into him. I played around inside until I found his prostate, and then I rubbed to the same rhythm I was using on his cock. It took maybe a minute to bring him off. He stiffened, his cock got harder and thicker, and he shot his wad into my mouth. It wasn't all that much, so I was able to swallow it easily. I kept his cock in my mouth until I felt him start to get soft. "This boy is going to make you the most famous captain in Florida, Rick," Andy said. He lit a cigarette, and, right then, Rick and I realized we wanted to smoke, as well. Rick had a pack in his shirt pocket. He tossed the pack to me, and we all lit up. During his friend's blowjob, Paul had been watching intently, slowly masturbating. I hadn't really paid attention, but, all of a sudden, he made a loud groaning sound. I looked up at his cock just in time to see him shoot a load of cum all over his chest. Andy reached over and took a glob of it on his finger and popped it into his mouth. With that much sex only an hour into the week-long cruise, I knew I had the world's best job. I had gotten hard as a rock blowing Andy and then watching Paul jerk off. "Let us take care of you," Andy said. "Save it for later," Rick replied for me. "Let's see how long he can keep it hard." Rick winked at me, and the other two laughed. "And no fair touching it. Any of you guys. Let's see what Mr. Stud-man can do." Well, that was a challenge I couldn't resist. I knew what Rick was doing. He wanted to watch them watch me. Rick knew I could stay hard a long time, and he wanted his guests to salivate. I really liked the way it felt to be naked and hard in front of three grown men, out on the deck of the boat. My foreskin wasn't quite pulled back past the crown, so I tightened up my internal muscles to make my cock bounce a little. That did the trick, and then I looked like any cut guy with a hard-on pointing up at a perfect 45 degree angle. Rick and I rested on the deck with the guys. I was slumped down in a deck chair with my legs wide apart and my cock pointing at the sky. I made it jerk now and then, and that caused the pre-cum that was accumulating in a nice little puddle on the head to drip down onto the deck. Pretty soon I had an unbroken hair of the stuff connecting me to the deck. Andy and Paul were both stretched out on their stomachs, but they had their heads propped up, watching me. Every time I bounced it and more pre-cum dripped down, I saw them squirm a little, like it was making them hard. In a little while we got up to fix lunch. "Fixing" lunch simply meant setting out coldcuts, salads, and that sort of thing in the galley. We fixed our own plates of whatever we wanted and went back on deck to eat, this time under an awning against the midday sun. I had been right, and Andy and Paul were both half hard. They watched my cock bounce as I walked. It was still as hard as it had been, and that had been for over half an hour. While we ate, Rick told us about the cruise. We were headed west around Cuba. We'd sail all that day and all the next day. The second night, though, we would actually be in the Caribbean and would put in on land. Paul asked about the places we would stop, and Rick told him. "Smaller islands, mostly. We'll stop for a day and a night in Jamaica, but otherwise we'll stick to the islands that aren't even on most maps. Some of them are uninhabited or inhabited by only a few people. There's actually one island owned by two gay men who have a small place that caters to us. If this wind holds, we might even make it around Cuba today." After lunch we lounged around for a while. Andy and Paul wanted to fish, so we set them up on chairs on the stern deck. Rick gave them a whistle to use if they caught a fish that they needed help with. Meanwhile, he and I got on with my education. He explained the radar system and the auto-pilot. He showed me the navigational maps we were following. He explained that in the old days a first mate would have to be able to navigate by the stars but that now, with all the mechanical navigational tools we had, that wasn't even tested. "I'd still like to learn how to do it," I said. "Cool. I can teach you." After a while I went to check on the fishermen. Andy was dozing in the sun, but Paul was pretty intent on catching something. "I can't believe you're still hard," he said. "That's about the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen. You do that often?" "What? Get hard? Sure." He didn't realize I was joking, and he said, "No, I mean stay hard that long." "I knew what you meant," I said. "Asshole," he retorted, in obvious good humor. Then, in a few seconds, he said, "I've heard about guys getting hard and not being able to lose it. They have to go to the hospital and have blood drawn out." "No, shit," I said. I had a picture of myself walking into an emergency room and explaining the situation to the nurse on duty. "My point is, you might want to give yourself some relief," he said. I detected some concern in his voice. "Or let me do it for you." Then he grinned. "Rick gave strict instructions for none of us to touch it, but I want to try something," I said. I started playing with my nipples, gently tugging on the rings, flipping them up and down, gently pinching them. Before too long I felt my orgasm coming on. "I'm fixin' to come," I said. Paul gave his full attention. Then, in a couple of seconds, I had the first of four or five hard contractions, and cum shot out of my body at about thirty miles an hour. I shot a huge load, spurting at least eight times. When I was done, my legs were weak but my cock was no softer. Paul put his rod down and took my dick into his hand. He rubbed it gently, and I thought he was really worried I'd have to be bled. His hand felt really good, and, after five minutes of his stroking, I blasted forth with another spine-rattling orgasm. Within three minutes, I was no more than half hard, and in ten I was my ordinary size. Rick never asked me what had happened, but later that night Paul told him and Andy all about it. Around four o'clock we met a school of dolphins. Rick asked if anybody was interested in swimming with them. I had done that before lots of times at home, but Andy and Paul thought it was a wonderful idea. We lowered the sails, set the anchor, and all four of us dove in. These dolphins were playful and friendly and lots of fun. We were able to sail for another two hours after we finished swimming. It was around five. Eventually, of course, it got too dark, so we hauled in the sails, weighed anchor, and settled in for the night. Andy and Paul had caught some pretty nice grouper, so we fired up the grill, cleaned the fish, and ate a great meal. After dinner, Rick and I cleaned up. Then we went back on deck to be with our passengers. Rick had shucked his clothes when we had gone swimming, and he hadn't bothered to put them back on. Andy, Paul, and I had been naked all day, and I was beginning to feel the heat from the sun on my less exposed parts. Andy and Paul were bright red, and I was a little worried that might have a negative impact on sex that evening. Rick had the perfect cure for sunburn, though; something he had discovered on one of the islands. "That stuff will turn you four shades darker by morning," Rick said. "After tomorrow, you'll be as tan as I am, or just about." He tossed the jar to Andy, and that was a kind of signal for the orgy to begin. Rick had set out a mat on the deck. It was covered in vinyl so it could be cleaned easily, no doubt. Andy started applying the ointment to Paul. Paul called me over to start working on me. He did my back and shoulders first, but my ass was where I was really sunburned. He worked my ass over pretty good, better, even, than was necessary. I must say, that stuff took the sting out immediately. Then he had me turn around to face him. Andy, meanwhile, had worked Paul's back side over pretty well. He wanted Paul to lie down on the mat so he could do his front. At that point, Rick got involved, working on Andy's back and ass. Before long, all four of us were writhing on the mat, hard and greased down with the ointment. Somehow, Rick's ass ended up in my face, so I started the sex by licking his hole. He was on all-fours, so I didn't have far to go to get to it. I ran my tongue around the opening and plunged it in a few times. Meanwhile, Paul had gotten hold of my dick and was sucking me. He commented about the wonderful taste of my cheese. All of a sudden, I realized how rank I must be after a day of oozing precum and cum and sweat, even though I had rinsed off after the swim. I was a little embarrassed at first, but he seemed to genuinely love the smell and taste of it. Go figure, I thought, but I have since learned that dick cheese, or head cheese as it's sometimes called, is a real turn-on for a hell of a lot of men. While I was eating his ass, Rick was sucking Andy's cock. Before too long, I needed my cock buried in Rick, so I pulled it away from Paul. I squatted down and mounted Rick. He fell down onto his elbows to allow me to make better penetration. Paul got behind me and rammed his cock up my ass. He hit my sweet spot right away, and that made me start fucking like a wild man. Andy freed himself from Rick, and he got behind Paul to fuck him. All of a sudden, all four of us were linked together. Only Rick had a loose cock. I took it in hand, though, and stroked him like I knew he liked it. This little fuckfest went on for fifteen or twenty minutes. Then a chain reaction of orgasms set in. Rick came first. He caused me to come. I caused Paul to come, and Paul caused Andy to come. The moans and sighs of pleasure would have awakened sleeping children, had there been any around, or old people who were used to quiet nights. When it was all over, Rick hauled out the rum and coke, and we all had drinks. Andy and Paul both smoked, so all four of us lit up and enjoyed the afterglow of hot sex on a cool night on the ocean. Eventually everybody recovered enough to talk. Andy and Paul were from Michigan. They had been living together for six months, and that trip to Key West was a kind of honeymoon for them. Andy was a high school English teacher at a very exclusive private high school outside Detroit. Paul was a network engineer for Ford. He was more than an engineer; he was chief engineer of their whole Information Services department. They remembered that Rick had said I had just finished school, and they both assumed he had meant college. They asked me what my major had been, and I told them it had been Leisure Studies. Rick laughed his ass off on that one, but neither of them seemed to find it anything but perfectly normal. We continued drinking rum and coke, and eating stuff from the tray of snacks Rick got for us. We turned off all but the emergency lights on the boat and lay on the lounge chairs enjoying the peacefulness of the night. The stars were absolutely incredible, and the sound of the gentle waves lapping against the side of the boat was almost hypnotic. Around ten o'clock, Andy and Paul went below to their cabin. Rick and I stayed where we were. I must have fallen asleep shortly after that, and Rick and I ended up sleeping outdoors under the stars.