Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2002 22:22:53 -0000
From: pav12321@hotmail.com
Subject: The voyage, part 2

The Voyage, part 2
January 2002

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Dan at pav12321@hotmail.com
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It was fair to say that I was confused. I was 18, on board a ship on the
first real journey on my own in my life, and a black giant called Joe
had just brought me to a mind-busting orgasm with a massage that had
left me with his huge thumb stuck deep in my pulsating ass, and more
come than I thought I possessed flooded onto his bunk in a hot cabin in
the bowels of a ship bound for Barcelona from Cape Town. And I'd
never had any real sexual experience before, with men or women.

In fact all my upbringing told me there was only one option - find a
nice girl and settle down. I was sure that this would happen, and I'd
never really questioned why I'd never been more motivated to try to
make this happen. I'd matured late and been told I had a low sex drive.
Well I wasn't so sure anymore. I felt guilty at the new emotions that
had taken over at Joe's hands, and though he'd ended the session with
a deep kiss that seemed so natural that I couldn't remember anything
more right, a wave of old conditioning and the expectations of my
family came welling back almost instantly, and embarrassed, I pulled
on my clothes roughly, hiding the come as best I could, thanked him
and more or less ran back to my own cabin to shower and clean
myself.

Joe said nothing as I left, not condemning or condoning, neither
smiling nor frowning. With quiet dignity he pulled the sarong over his
thick black pole that minutes before had grazed my ass cheeks and sent
shockwaves through my body.

As I stood under the shower, the pounding water emphasised the
tension which had rushed back into my shoulder muscles, I realised I
was trembling, shaking and then as I scrubbed myself again and again
with the soap to clean off the bittersweet cum, I was sobbing.
Something as deep as the orgasm I'd felt earlier was surfacing and I
just let it happen - repression and the shock of something so deep,
something that felt so natural yet that I had no idea was inside me -
and that I had so enjoyed and found so easy to sink into - were
fighting inside me, each vying for acceptance.

I couldn't do anything but let the alternating waves of guilt and
acceptance wash over me, through me and out of me, until I felt empty
and sore headed and there were no more thoughts. And then I knew
what I had to do.

***

I knocked on the closed door when I got back to Joe's cabin, but there
was no answer. I knocked again. My heart sank and my bravery was
starting to ebb, but I knocked a third time and this time I heard him
call me to enter.

He was sitting on his bed with what looked like a string cat's cradle in
his hands, a book that he had obviously been studying lay open beside
him. I shyly entered the room and opened my mouth to speak, but he
interrupted me with a smile - "I wanted to give you time to go If you
weren't ready to return" he said, referring to his delay in asking me to
enter. "Are you sure you want to be here?" he asked without
judgement, his eyes reading the anxiety in my face. My heart was
pounding, but I managed to apologise and say that I was sure I wanted
to come back, and I thanked him for giving me something so special. I
had learned more about myself in the last two hours than I could have
imagined. He was wearing a different sarong, and he smelt of soap, so
I assumed he had showered as I had - hopefully without so much
drama.
"Come see the Eskimo run into his igloo," he said, and patted the bed
beside him. I wondered what he was talking about but sat down next to
him. The bed bowed in the middle and rolled us towards each other
slightly. I found my leg was touching his, my calves contrasting with
his dark sculpted calves. He held up the string figure in his hands to
me and moved them his fingers.

"See - there's the Eskimo on the left. He's being chased by a polar
bear and he's going to dive into the igloo on the right. Watch."

Sure enough a jerky little string Eskimo (a little imagination here)
moved across to the right and disappeared into the door of the igloo.
Unbelievable. I looked at him with a smile of wonder on my face. All I
could say was "Why !?"

Joe said that the Eskimos used these string figures to illustrate the
stories they told to wile away the long northern nights. And he used it
for much the same purpose. I flipped through the book and saw indeed
that many of the figures could be appropriate for hunting stories and
the like. They required concentration, some requiring many hundreds
of moves. "Come, I'll show you one."

With some scepticism, but really just loving the closeness of his
defined body, his beautifully full pecs with their cherry nipples sitting
over his tight velvet stomach, I took the string he gave me and tried to
follow the elaborate moves to make a parachute. "This one's easy" he
said, but try as I may, I just didn't seem to be able to copy his moves. I
was starting to sweat at the "exertion" in the hot cabin. Joe saw the
beads on my brow beginning to form and told me to make myself
comfortable. I took off my shirt, and then with a little hesitation, my
shorts, and sat down next to him in just my clean skivvies. He smiled
the most comforting smile, and I kind of snuggled against him, aware
of a tingling in my groin. I willed myself to suppress it, not wanting to
jeopardise the situation if that wasn't what he wanted given my earlier
behaviour, but Joe, sensing what I was thinking gave me a knowing
look and rubbed his shoulder against mine in a conspiratorial way to
say that whatever happened was just fine, and I relaxed.

We started again on the string parachute, but I was just missing some
crucial point and mine ended up as a tangled spider web. "No, no" Joe
said with mild exasperation. "How can we do this - here, come sit here
on my lap and I'll make it right in front of your eyes." He was sitting
upright on the bed with his back against a cushion on the wall. I saw
what he meant - he wanted me to straddle him facing in the same
direction so he could guide my hands like you might with a kid to
show it how to clap, or take its hands to point to something.  I
managed to kneel on the bed with my legs straddling his, really sitting
in his lap. He put his arms around me and guided me with the string,
our hands working together. I was aware of the curve of his pecs
against my back and I could feel his nipples grazing my shoulders. His
cheek grazed against mine and his strong thick biceps slid over mine
as he manipulated my hands. I sank back against him as much as
could, trying not to put too much pressure on his legs. My legs were
spread quite wide, my skivvies beginning to ride into my ass crack,
and I was aware of the closeness of his beautiful dick to my butt. As I
moved, my briefs grazed that sensitive area between my splayed legs
and I thought I felt a further pressure on my butt that was nothing to do
with me.

I moved my hips back towards Joe, and felt the unmistakeable pressure
of his pole between my ass, a growing pressure that set my ass crack
tingling, and made me do an involuntary slow shimmy of my hips.  Joe
untangled the string and let it fall to the floor. He brought his arms
together around my chest and hugged me gently back towards him. I
wrapped my arms around his and hugged him to me. Gently he started
to play with my nipples, which until this evening I had not thought had
any feeling in them. He brushed them gently and sighed a soft
"Nice..." as they filled and hardened under his touch. I was surprised
at how sensitive they were, but my attention was taken up by the soft
thrusting of his hips beneath my ass, the growing mass of his cock
seemed to fill my ass crack, edging forward and upwards with every
movement till I could feel the head of it touching my balls through my
white briefs, sending a tingling sensation through my crotch.

My cock was raging to escape at this point, but I still couldn't see his
cock, just feel the expanding and lengthening mass of it beneath me.
Keeping the same thrusting motion I looked down to see the huge
smooth pink head of his cock peeking out just past the mound in my
underwear, a drop of pre-cum glistening on the end. It just kept
growing and growing until it protruded beyond the huge bulge in my
pants by a full four inches straining upwards. It was more than two
inches across, pulsing as it filled with blood to a peak of engorgement
sending electric tingles through my balls and stomach. I could feel the
upward pressure and motion on my ass and I clenched my ass cheeks
together rhythmically to get the fullest sensation from the huge rod
drilling between them, wanting this to go on forever.

Joe rotated his body so that he was lying on his side on the bed, taking
me with him so that I was on top of him, his huge prick still stuffed
between my ass cheeks and beyond my own bulge. He hooked my
skivvies down releasing my dick which slapped up to my chest,
leaving a big drop of shining pre-cum there, curving up as hard as it
had ever been, so hard and pulsing with expectation that it wasn't even
touching my body. In the same motion he lost his sarong and turned on
his side. I gave myself up to the pleasure of feeling his whole body
against mine, both of us slowly writhing and grinding as his huge tube
fucked powerfully between my legs.

His hands worked my nipples gently, titillating them until I was in a
frenzy. He licked my ear and my shoulder muscles - all areas of new
sensation for me. He was giving me so much and I was just taking it. I
wanted to return some of this pleasure before the exquisite grinding
between my legs brought me to orgasm.  I put my hands behind me
and caressed his stomach, over his bulging pecs until I found those
nipples, hard but giving to my touch. He moaned as I caressed them,
rolling them between my fingers, at first gently then harder as it
became obvious from his deep groans and increased thrusting that he
loved this attention. His cock was now fully erect and the pressure
between my thighs from its strong upward curving was making it
difficult for me to control myself. We were both writhing together,
making powerful grinding movements against each other, the feeling
between my legs one of crazy sensation that spread down the insides
of my thighs and up through my stomach and chest..

Joe rolled onto his back, me still pinioned on his dick which was poking
through my legs and arching over my own dick. He clenched his butt, lifting
me off the bed, and then with a deep groan of pleasure and exertion and a
mighty thrust, a huge gush of jism flew from his pulsing dick. It splashed on
my chest and my face, then another mighty spurt, stronger than the first,
then another and another until my face and chest were covered in his thick
white man milk. I couldn't control myself - my nipples of their own accord
started to tingle with my own imminent orgasm, and without touching my
dick my balls exploded with a powerful spurts of come. I just gave myself
up to the repeated electric surging of my own orgasm until I thought I would
pass out, all the while Joe's twitching rod adding to the fantastic sensation
between my legs.

In the quiet that followed, Joe handed me his sarong to wipe off the
love juice that was dripping from me, kissing my neck and shoulders
as I did so. We turned onto our sides and lay there, Joe's arms around
me, both exhausted and satiated from the heat and the lust of our
encounter, snuggling and moving gently against each other until we
fell asleep.

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That wasn't the end of the journey, either. I met a few more of the
crew. Let me know if you would like to read more.

Dan at pav12321@hotmail.com