Date: Thu, 26 Nov 2015 01:42:54 +0000 From: RD Subject: A Summers Racing on Yachts A Summer's Racing on Yachts This is a fantasy about a thirty-something gay man and his encounters with college aged students during a summer sailing in the Tall Ships' Races. It is divided into sections, with odd numbered divisions telling the story, and even numbered segments containing the 'action' of the tale. It is a work of fiction: enjoy. 1 Setting the scene A brief introduction to me: I'm an Englishman with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a trim copper brown beard. (A bit like Tommy Defendi) I'm a yachtsman, and was spending my summer as boatswain for a wealthy businessman who had entered his 46ft boat in to the Tall Ships' Races. We had advertised for crew in various universities, and at the start of July eight undergrads had joined the yacht at Southampton for the delivery to St Malo for the start of the first race. I have always enjoyed the Tall Ships' Races - ever since I was crew on a topsail schooner after my upper sixth (12th grade) year at school. Several thousand young people aged between 16 and 25 - and mostly male - descend on a host port for a week before/after one of the races and party like hell. So I'd managed to get this plum job as one of the 'adults' on a yacht that was going to spend the best part of the summer participating. And I had every intention of getting the most out of the opportunity. We arrived in St Malo after an uneventful two day sail in light winds during which - thank God - none of the crew were sick. We'd done plenty of foresail changes, and put all three reefs into the main before shaking them out again, not because we needed to reduce sail to cope with strong winds but because the skipper wanted to use the opportunity to train the new boys how to do it. Also, keeping a crew busy means they are less likely to feel the movement of the boat. St Malo was already full of boats of all sizes, from other big yachts up to the 300+ft Sail Training Ships like MIR. And the port had laid on all sorts of facilities for the visiting crews, like big toilet blocks where we could all have hot showers for free. Anyway, we arrived at St Malo just as the sun was setting, and having tied up at our allocated berth the crew had all rushed ashore to wash, while I was left on board getting things back to normal and preparing supper. They can back, ate, and then left again to hit the bars. I finished up in the galley and an hour or so later when it was quite late in the evening I eventually grabbed my towel and wash-kit and headed for the toilets. 2 The Russian. When I got into the block it was pretty much deserted, except for a cute lad who was standing at one of the basins cleaning his teeth. (like Tomas Belko in Chain Reaction) I went over to the benches and started striping down, putting my clothes in one of the lockers, but I became aware that this lad was watching me in the mirror above the basins. I slowed. I'd removed everything except my underwear and so I decided to give him a bit of a show. Without looking at him I stood facing him and slowly pulled down my Calvin Kleins. He was obviously checking me out, and I heard a slight gasp as I revealed my nine inch uncut cock. Ours eyes met briefly, and then we both looked away. I later learned that the first officer on MIR had warned the cadets that ALL western men are homosexuals, and to particularly avoid the toilet blocks as we used them to pick-up and abuse Russian boys; so of course this lad had made a bee-line for the showers and spent the rest of the evening waiting for a 'Western Pervert' to take his cherry. And to my luck I was the first man to be there without anyone else to disturb his plan to find out for himself what he knew he wanted: Cock. I looked at his reflection again, just as he again looked up. I held his gaze briefly, and then very subtly rubbed my tongue along the underside of my top lip. A smile attempted to lighten his face, but he was obviously desperately shy, or scared, or just didn't know what to do. I turned my head to look at the open door into one of the shower stalls, and then looked back. He now turned round and looked at me properly. I tilted my head in the direction of the cubicle and, picking up his wash kit, he started to walk towards it. As he got to the door he realised he was still fully dressed, and a look of panic flashed across his face. I gestured towards one of the other empty lockers next to the one where I had stowed my clothes, and he quickly stuffed his kit bag in it, shed his own clothes, and closed the locker door. By this time I'd already gone into the cubicle and was standing under the jet of hot water. Naked, he stepped into the stall and closed the door. We stood for a long second just looking into each other's eyes. I must have been smiling as he started to grin, and as he did his face lit up. I beckoned him towards me and as he moved forward my hand touched his hairless chest and found his left nipple. He reached down with his right hand and grabbed my dick which was now semi-hard. I put my other hand behind his neck and pulled his face in to mine where our lips locked, and I easily slipped my tongue into his willing mouth. By now I was rock hard - it doesn't take long to go from vague interest to full on desire. As our first kiss began to weaken I slipped my hands down his back and grasped his arse cheeks. My knees began to bend and my mouth moved down his smooth chest and abdomen to his seven inch dick, which I took in one swallow. He gasped - somewhat too loudly in case there was someone else in the block - and I tasted his pre-cum begin to ooze out of his slit. I cupped and began to tug on his balls. His own hand went to the back of my head as he began to furiously thrust his cock deep into my mouth. After only a few seconds he came, shooting load after load down my throat. I think he realised he'd 'finished' too soon as he looked rather sheepish as I stood up; I kissed him again and smiled. "Was that your first time?" I asked. "Yes." "Are you okay?" "Oh, yes!" He grinned like his face was going to split. I kissed him again and he wrapped his arms round me. I could feel that he was still hard ?- oh the joys of being 18 and able to come repeatedly. Although his initial passion had waned I sensed he wasn't finished for the night, and I'd barely begun. I brushed my fingers over his nipples and he shuddered. "What would you like to try next?" He looked confused. "Would you like to do more?" The word more obviously made sense as he smiled and nodded. I stroked his hair and smiled down at him. He was probably three inches shorter than me. I didn't need to push down on his head - he just started to bend with my hand there in his hair. His lips parted as he got to my cock and soon my mushroom head was inside his mouth as his tongue started to explore its shape, and the slit. He was a natural, and I'd have come in a matter of seconds he had if I hadn't pulled out: I wanted something more from this boy. I put my hands either side of his shoulders and pulled him up. As he stood I put my left index finger to his lips while my right middle finger went to his arse crack which I prised open and felt the small bud of his hole. He was sucking on my left index as I pushed into him, and his mouth opened in another gasp. I locked my lips over his: this time it was my passion that drove. As my tongue took possession of his mouth I wiggled first the middle, then a second, and finally a third finger into his virgin hole. I pulled my face away from his and whispered "Okay?" "Dah!" he gasped looking deep into my eyes. I started to turn him round and bend him slightly. I pulled his cheeks apart and bending my knees a little put my knob-head against his hole. It was already prepared with my earlier finger massage, so took no effort to enter him, and as I straightened my legs I had him fully skewered on my dick. "Ohhh!" was all he said as I grasped his hips. He bent further forward as I started to pound into that beautiful arse. In and out I went, with him gasping with each thrust. He started to straighten up, and as I reached round and gripped his cock he started to convulse in a massive orgasm. I too couldn't hold on any longer and filled him with my cum. 3 The hotel room My Russian boy and I met every night throughout the week we spent in St Malo, and indeed I saw him again in La Corunna when we got there, but that was after an eight day race across the Bay of Biscay, with gale force winds most of the way, and several boats having to leave the fleet and escape into French ports due to various problems. By the time we got into the Spanish port I was thoroughly exhausted and in need of more than just a shower in the harbour facilities. I decided to blow a week's wages on an hotel room with a bath!! Unfortunately most of the smaller hotels had already been booked up by tourists, so I ended up in the Marriott. Lovely room, and - joy of joys - a proper bath. I soaked away the week's aches and pains before heading back to the yacht to check everything was okay there. When I told the others what I'd done and that I still had access to the room it was soon decided that I was everyone's best friend as they were all planning to come up and visit - and take advantage of the tub. We ordered in pizzas and beer and had a party as they took it in turns bathing. We'd not had any internet on board so they were updating their facebook pages, finding favourite videos on youtube, and generally being youngsters. Finally they'd all washed, finished the food and drink, and drifted of back to their own bunks on the yacht. I pulled back the bed clothes, undressed and lay down on the double bed. 4 shaving Tommy I woke somewhat disorientated. Someone was tapping on the door. I got up, wrapped a towel round me, and went to see who it was. Tommy was standing there, looking sheepish. "I think I left my razor in your bathroom." I looked at him, quizzically. Although he had just finished his first year of Uni so was probably 19 or 20 years old, he had no facial hair. (imagine Max Ryder) Indeed when he'd taken of his shirt earlier - when it was his turn to have a bath - I'd noticed that his perfectly formed pecs were also completely smooth. He sense my surprise at his having to shave: "I trim my pubes. The girls like it, and it makes my dick look bigger." "Oh!" I said, hoping my disappointment at his declaration of heterosexuality hadn't shown. Unfortunately that's not the sort of thing one can easily hide when still half asleep. I stepped back to let him into the room and he sauntered over to the bathroom. "It's not here," he called out. I went in to see if I could find it. "Could I borrow yours?" Now some might think it odd for a cute youngster to ask an older dude if he can borrow his razor to trim his pubes, but I always use disposables so it was no problem. I reached into my wash-kit and grabbed a new one. Tommy picked up the can of foam and looked at me, straight in the eyes. His voice dropped to almost a whisper as he asked "Will you do it?" holding the can out. I gulped. "Sure!" I picked up one of the big bath towels and went back into the bedroom. I spread it out over the chair. "Sit here." Tommy slipped off his shorts - they were long swimming trunks with a built in mesh support, so he wasn't wearing any underwear - and sat on top of the towel. I squirted a small amount of gel into my hand and as he laid back into the chair I started to apply it to his small jet black diamond of pubes that stretched from below his navel to the top of his cock. I then gently ran the razor down his skin, wiping the foamy hairy mix onto the towel before taking another cut. As I got lower on his abdomen I noticed his dick was beginning to swell. He was uncut, and suddenly the pink of his mushroom head appeared under the foreskin. His piss-slit was winking at me. I stopped shaving and just stared. It was a respectable eight inches long in this semi-hard condition. "You know you're quite big enough already" I proffered "without having to shave." "Thanks mate." My eyes were still locked on Tommy's dick and just at that moment it lifted up off his balls, not fully erect but pumped up enough to be self-supporting in the air. I couldn't resist it any longer. Dropping the razor I cupped his balls in my right hand and sticking my tongue out I licked round his slit. "Argh, that feels good man." His cock continued to grow and I pulled back the foreskin and slurped round the head. His hand went to the back of my hair and he started to push me down onto him. I tried to relax my throat as he drove himself deeper and deeper into my mouth until it would go no further. "Blokes give the best blow jobs ever." He was beginning to thrust himself into my throat and as he did so I was pulling at his balls. Then he pulled his legs wider and over the arms of the chair. I couldn't see because my face was banging against his stomach but I knew his little hole was now exposed, so dropping his balls I ran my forefinger round it. It was tight shut, so I dipped my finger in the foamy cream I'd been wiping on the towel and put it back to the puckering pinkness of his arse. "Finger me" he demanded. I pushed. I had to push quite had to get past the constricted muscle, but I managed, and then just as he had relentlessly driven his dick into my mouth, I now drove my finger into his arse. "Argh, that feels so good," he moaned. I could feel his sphincter beginning to relax, so I pulled out and then pushed back in with two fingers. "Ow! Careful man" but I wasn't going to stop. I knew I needed to get him much more open if I was to realise the prize: my dick up his hole. I slowed my probing, but didn't stop, and I sensed him relax again. "Okay, that's better" he murmured. I waited another few moments as my two digits explored the depths of his interior and then I added a third. "Wow man, are you trying to get your whole hand in?" Now I've never been into fisting, but I got a brief understanding at that moment of why it can be such a turn on. I pulled my face off his cock, looked into his eyes, and said "It's not my hand I want to get in there." Tommy looked shocked. "Oh!" was all he said. I ran my tongue round his dick head again as I pushed my fingers deeper into him. "Wait a minute." He got to stand up, and knowing that 'No' means no, my heart dropped. I guess he probably was straight - well, bi - as he had clearly never had his arse fucked before and having me suck him off hadn't really counted in his mind as gay. He went over to his trunks, but rather than putting them back on he fished out a condom from the key pocket. "Use this." I looked at it - lightweight. It would rip the moment I got into him. I went to my wash bag and found a good old rubber stuffer. I had the packet open and the sheaf on before I got back to him. "How do you want me?" "Lie on the bed, on your side." He climbed onto the bed and I slid in next to him. I lifted his top leg so it was bent almost to his chest and positioned myself behind him. I'd picked up a tube of lube from the bathroom when I got the rubber, so I liberally greased him up, and slicked my dick with it, and then put my cock head to his hole. "Here goes Tommy" I whispered. "Just say if it's too much." The head slide in quite easily, for although he was tight my finger massage had opened him up enough and the lube helped. "Oh my God!" "Do you want me to stop?" I had stopped pushing, but I didn't want to pull out. "No, I'll be fine." More slowly I began to push again, until half, then three quarters, then all my cock was inside him. I had to reposition myself, and Tommy was almost flat on his front, but with his right leg still pulled up. I rested a moment, then pulled at his hips. He lifted them, pulling his left leg up until we were doggy fashion. Gently I started to sway my hips, and initially he moved his in time with them so that my cock hardly moved in his hole, but as the rhythm built up I started ploughing him, pulling almost completely out and then driving back in until our balls met. I kept going, harder and faster, and all the time Tommy was moaning "Yes, yes, yes." Then his back arched up and he started shooting cum all over the pillows. "Oh, yes!" My own cum was caught in the condom, deep inside Tommy's arse. 5 The bell boy's arrival We collapsed and fell into a fit full sleep, with him holding on to me. I hadn't drawn the curtains so as the first light lit the sky we both woke. "I better get back to the boat or they'll be wondering where I am" he said as he walked into the bathroom. I heard the shower start and walked in to see him soaping his beautiful body. I could resist: I took another rubber stuffer from my bag, stepped into the cubicle behind him, and he pushed his butt back into me as I pushed into his tight little hole. Morning after sex is never as passionate, but we both came, and he then dried himself, dressed, and left. Although it was still early I felt hungry. I looked through the discarded pizza boxes but there was nothing left over. I phoned down to reception and asked them to send me a tray of breakfast. The bell boy knocked at my door a few minutes later, and I recognised him as being the lad who had delivered the pizzas the night before. He was about 5ft9, with jet black hair, and the uniform he had on was too tight round his chest, but too loose round his hips. (Jonas Ashther is a close match) "You've had a long shift" I said "I hope you'll get off soon." "I too hope I'll get off soon." He smirked at me, and I was obviously taken aback as he put his head slightly to one side and winked. Was his English really so good that he was making a play on the idiom 'get off?' Pablo was about 19, and was working during his summer vacation to help pay for his tuition fees, I learned. He was studying American Literature. "I finish at 6, in about 10 minutes. I can come and help you clear up if you like." He looked round the room which was littered with empty pizza boxes and beer cans. "Thanks" was all I could say. I signed the bill for the breakfast and handed him a 5 euro note. 6 Yeah, Baby! He was back at my door ten minutes later, as he had promised, but no longer in that ridiculous uniform. Pablo was now wearing a tight vest which was filled with his 44 inch chest, and skinny jeans which were snug round his 26 inch waist. No wonder they couldn't find a uniform to fit him. He'd brought a bin bag with him, and set about filling it with the discarded cartons and cans. As he bent down to pick up the litter I was captivated by the view of his trim little arse. "I heard that boy you had in here last night. Was he a virgin?" What! Well, I guess Tommy had been quite loud when I fucked him. "I try to be a bit more discreet." He was smiling at me again, and I felt my heart melt. He fished in his jeans pocket and produced a new packet of extra strong condoms. "I guess you've used all yours by now." He said as he handed them to me. I hadn't, but it is amazing how easy it is to establish consent with a little piece of rubber. I took them from him, dropped them on the bed, and then cupping his chin in my right hand I leaned in and kissed him. His lips parted, and as my tongue met his I grasped his arse cheeks with my left. God they were firm. Pure muscle. He obviously worked out a lot. He dropped to his knees, pulled open the bath robe I was wearing, and as my dick sprang up to meet him his mouth enveloped it. Pablo was no virgin, and he knew exactly what he liked. He liked cock. I stroked his black hair as he fed on my meat, and he used his hands to pull my arse cheeks apart. Then he placed a finger on my hole. "No" I whispered, firmly. "You're a top only?" He had taken his mouth from my dick and was looking up into my eyes. "That's okay, I love being the bottom." He took one last lick of my cock head and stood up. In less than a second he had his vest off and was pulling down his jeans. "I can't be long. My Mother will expect me home before she goes to work." He stepped to the bedside table, rested his hands on it with his arms straight, and arched his back. His feet were slightly apart, and his cheeks parted to reveal his pink little hole. I picked up the tube of lube from the bed stand, ripped open a condom, and approached my Spanish boy. Pablo threw his head back as I reached him. "Take me deep" he said, and having slid the rubber on and squirted a good dollop of lube onto the end of it I grasped his hips with both hands and pushed into him. His sphincter was tight, but he was obviously used to this - practiced - and he managed to relax it without my usual fingering first. I just drove straight into him, no gentle easing in like I had with Tommy. He turned his head sideways and our mouths met as I plunged deep, deep, deep into his arse. He moaned gently, obviously getting great pleasure from the length of my cock and the kneading of his prostate that it achieved. "Oh, yes," he gasped. "Harder, deeper. Take me." I felt his body begin to shudder, almost imperceptible to start with, but then fiercer, until I thought he might break free from my grip. "Yeah, baby!" as he reached his climax and once again the room was sprayed with boy-cum while my own was delivered safely into its secret place. He wasn't joking about having to be quick. As soon as he had cum he wiped himself down, pulled on his clothes, and - "Ciao" - kissed me and was out the door. 7 Good bye boss. When I got back to the yacht later that morning I was refreshed, but hadn't had anything like the amount of sleep I had wanted. The crew were up having coffee, and the skipper was on his mobile phone in a heated discussion with his business partner. "Can't you do anything right" he shouted into the phone so that whole harbour could hear "I guess I'll have to fly home and sort it out myself." It turned out a big order hadn't been met, and the buyer was getting jumpy because the boss wasn't even around to deal with. He'd seen me in action on the first race, and the next ten days were to be mostly doing maintenance on the boat, and a gentle cruise-in-company round to Oporto so he decided I could manage that, and he flew home, promising to return before the start of the second race. Wow. I was now Master of the vessel, and on a par with all the other captains in the fleet, even if mine was one of the smallest of the tall ships. I would go to all the receptions and dinners laid on by the host ports, and have a swell time. Actually, it was going to be damn hard work, as the stitching had come adrift on the main sail and getting that off, repairing it, and bending it back on the boom was no small feat. The rest of the crew were obviously intent of partying the whole time we were in port, both here at La Coruna and when we got to Oporto, but that was fine. I was being paid to do the work, and several of them were really willing to help with the heavy lifting jobs during the early afternoon - so long as they could sleep until noon, and go out after supper to visit the bigger ships where there were all sorts of gatherings. We wrestled with the main sail, getting it off the boom, laid it out on the foredeck, and I spent two days going over it, inch by inch, re-stitching wherever there were weaknesses. By the third day I was happy it was complete, and we then had to wrestle with it again to get it back on the boom. The boys striped off to the waist, and were glistening in the sun as they sweated, but it eventually went into place. Next I wanted to go out and sail, to check I'd got the tension right in the clew outhaul. I announced that we'd be leaving La Coruna in the morning and suggested the crew got a (reasonably) early night. My words fell on deaf ears, and when I turned in at 11pm there was still no sign of the others. 8 The Russian, again. I woke early, crept on deck to avoid waking the crew and walked up to the toilets to get in early before the hordes. I saw my Russian friend walking along the quay towards the MIR; I whistled gently and he turned round. Seeing me he smiled and ran back. "Have you had much luck tonight?" I asked. He shook his head and looked sad. We went into the toilet block, and within a few moments were naked under the hot jet of one of the showers. He'd become more adventurous since I first took his cherry, and he now wanted to use his tongue to explore everything I had. He started on my nipples, then went to my arm pits, and finally down to my arse. I'm not particularly in to rimming, but I wasn't going to stop him. He wriggled his tongue into my hole, and I could barely contain myself. His arms reached round and he grasped my rock hard cock and began wanking me. I felt him stand up behind me and turned to face him. "Can I fuck you?" he asked. I shook my head. Why is it that these boys want to be inside me, when all I want is to be inside them? I put my hands on his shoulders and started to turn him away from me. "Okay!" he whispered, and bending slightly forward he arched his back and, putting his hands to his cheeks, I pulled them apart so I could access his hole. I quickly slipped on a condom and squeezed a bit of lube on a finger which I smeared on his puckering hole. I grasped his hips and entered him hard and fast. I thrust myself into him, almost pushing him over, and as his knees gave way under my onslaught he subsided to the floor. I followed him down, and hammered into his upturned arse doggy style for a while. Then we slipped apart and he stood up again. He motioned for me to sit on the stool that was in the cubicle and, face to face, he lowered himself onto me again. I slipped into him easily now, and he wrapped his legs round my waist as we kissed. I stood up, holding him in my embrace and pushed him up against the opposite wall where I continued to thrust into him. He was moaning gently, and had his mouth locked on to mine, but then he seemed to want to change his position so I let his legs drop to the floor and we parted. He gripped his cock and started to wank himself furiously until he spurted what seemed like litres of cum all over me. Then he knelt down and started to lick me clean. "I like being fucked, but I prefer it when I do the fucking" he whispered in my ear. "Maybe we could have a threesome with one of your crew and you could fuck me while I fuck him?" I visualized Tommy and thought that was a really hot idea. I hadn't yet cum, and he went down on me again as I imagined him fucking Tommy's tight little hole: I came in seconds!! 9 sailing to Oporto. I got back to the yacht and put on the kettle. Once the coffee was brewed and the aroma filled the saloon the guys started waking. Tommy climbed out of his bunk wearing nothing but his briefs and I felt an instant stirring in my groin. He winked at me and I had to turn away. By noon we had fed and slipped our mooring. We motored out of the harbour and got into clear water before hoisting sail. I adjusted the main sail until I was happy - it was better rigged now than before. My plan was to make a 30 hour over night passage and then stop off at Vigo for a day. Several other skippers had said they were doing the same thing, so we'd have company which pleased the crew and there was talk of a barbeque on the beach the following night. The crew were split into watches, so that they could get time to sleep, but also the boat would have someone awake all the time to steer and trim the sails. I took the morning watch: 4a.m. to 8a.m. It would mean I would be able to watch the dawn which is always my favourite time of day. Tommy was due to stand watch with me, so although I'd been up since about 2a.m. I woke him at 3.50 to give him time to dress and come up on deck. I handed over, pointing out the various lights that could still be seen ashore, and on passing vessels, and then went down to fill in the log and make a cup of tea. I made one for Tommy as well, and went back on deck. Dawn has much more subtle colours compared to sunset. By 4.30 there was a perceptible lightening of the sky but the horizon wasn't clearly defined until about 5, and the sun finally broke over the Spanish mainland about 7. The others were all fast asleep, partly due to too many late nights, but also because I had reefed heavily the night before and so we were sailing very gently in the light winds. Better to be safe than sorry, and we weren't racing. The appearance of the sun seemed to lossen Tommy's tongue. Not that he hadn't been attentive when it was his turn to steer, or fill in the log; just that he hadn't been particularly talkative. But now he came up close beside me at the wheel and said "I fucked Chris the other night." I paused, trying to visualise the encounter. "Where?" "Up his arse!" "No, I mean where were you? At a club?" "No, on board. You were snoring your head off, and the others were all ashore." Chris was something of an emo: dyed black hair and skinny. (Think Dylan Scouville) I'd not lusted after him, I'd even assumed he was straight and not hoped he wasn't as was the way with most of the guys, but now that Tommy had told me about their fling - in my very presence even if I had been asleep - I suddenly began to think of Chris in a new light. He might not be my ideal type, but he was kind of cute and had an even cuter arse. "How did it happen?" "I'm not telling you all the details so you can have a wank over us." "Spoil sport. "But ..." he paused and lent in close "... Chris has got a real crush on you. He told me he's been lusting over you ever since he joined the crew in Southampton. He really goes for young daddies. Why don't we plan a threesome?" Another offer of a threesome, again involving Tommy. I was in a silent reverie whilst I contemplated the possibilities, and then I heard someone light the gas to make coffee. Vigo was uneventful, though I did find myself paying more attention to Chris, and once, when we were on our own, I quizzed him about Tommy?s suggestion. "I hear you want to have a threesome with me and Tommy?" Chris gasped, shocked at how forward I'd been, and he blushed beautifully. Then he recovered himself. "Well I don't mind if Tommy's with us." Now it was my turn to be taken aback - well a little bit - and I wasn't going to turn down a cutie like Chris even if he wasn't physically quite in Tommy's league: an eight not a ten in my eyes. "We'll need to find somewhere private." "Aren't you planning to book an hotel room again in Oporto?" I hadn't been, but it didn't seem like a bad idea. "I will. And we'll get together a party pack of young studs." "Okay. But you fuck me first." I nodded my agreement and smiled in anticipation. 10 The Oporto orgy. I'd found a small cheap hotel on gaywelcome.com and told the Vladimir - Russian lad - about it when I saw him in the toilet block in the morning. So come early evening Tommy, Chris, Vladimir (yes, like Putin, but way cooler and way gayer) and I settled in with a Chinese takeaway and a case of beer. It was all rather odd to start with. We all knew why we were there, but it seemed unseemly to make a move on any one while there were the other two watching. Eventually Vlad broke the ice. "Are the rest of the boys on your crew gay?" It was the 'all western men are gay' theory, and we soon put him right. "Well I'm glad you three are." We all smiled at him, and Tommy got up and gave him a kiss. It was just a peck on the lips, but he paused, pecked again, and then they locked mouths. Soon Vlad's hands were pulling at Tommy's T-shirt, and then I lost sight of them as Chris had come over to me and plumped himself on my lap, knees either side of my hips, face to face. "Stop watching them and start fucking me," he demanded. "You can have them for dessert, but I'm your main course." I pulled his shirt over his head and he threw it on to the floor. He had 'Go Hard or Go Home' tattooed across the top of his chest, and while I don't have any ink myself I found it really sexy on him. What's more, the invitation to 'Go Hard' was just what I had in mind. My hands went to his skinny arse - all bone, unlike the muscular meat on Tommy's rear - but I knew it was going to be a delight once I took full possession. He leaned back so that I could unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans, and then stood up to remove them. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up, then knelt in front of me to unbutton my fly and help me out of my chinos. I had my shirt off whilst he was getting me to step out of the legs, and then I swept him up in my arms and laid him on the bed. I could see that Vlad's tongue was working on Tommy's shaft whilst he was fingering his butt, but then my attention again went to Chris. Kneeling on the bed between his legs I ran my tongue up first one thigh, then the other, and finally I enveloped his dick. It was small - only 6 inches even when rock hard - but it tasted sweet. I wanted this boy, and I wanted him now. We had the whole night to lick and nibble and tease, but I wanted to fuck his brains out. Lifting Chris' legs onto my shoulders I moved up the bed. I looked into his dark eyes, and he nodded agreement. With his right hand he guided my big cock to his tight little rosebud hole, while his left hand pushed against the bed to lift his hips higher and make my entry easier. I made one hard long thrust forward, popped straight past his sphincter and deep into his arse, and he let out a loud, deep "Argh!" I knew he wanted me, ("Yeah!") so I didn't stop, ("Harder!") I just pounded deeper and deeper into his butt. I felt movement to my side, and realised Tommy had climbed on the bed beside me. He crawled up and straddled Chris' face, pushing his dick into Chris' mouth. "That'll stop his moaning," he said over his shoulder, and started pumping his hips. Vlad had also joined us, and he had started his attack on Chris' dick with his tongue. Although Chris had his mouth full, his moans of delight continued and crescendoed till I knew he was filling Vlad's mouth with cum. Tommy too was nearing his orgasm and pulled out of Chris' mouth to cover his face. Who was I not to join in. I slid out of Chris' arse and covered Vlad, who just kept on sucking as my spunk dripped down his ears and onto his chin. 11 The boys in the bar We all subsided, exhausted from our exertions, and then Chris said "I need to clean upŁ so we went through to the bath room and showered. It was awkward with four of us trying to get to the jet of warm water, but hands continued to explore bodies, and soon we had all freshened up. We went back into the bed room, and I'm not whose idea it was but we decided to dress and go down to the hotel's small bar for a drink. When we got to the bar we found there quite a few guys, sitting on the stools at the bar and drinking cool lagers. They turned, and while some of them smiled and started looking us up and down, most turned back to their drinks. One guy in particular - sat seperate from the others - couldn't take his eyes off Vladimir and I turned to look at Vlad's face, which was a picture of horror subsiding into relief and then glee. Nikolay turned out to be one of Vlad's ship-mates aboard MIR but of course with the strongly homophobic culture on the ship engendered by the first officer they hadn't displayed anything overtly gay whilst on board. Niko got up from his stool and walked over to us while Tommy and Chris went to the bar and started ordering drinks. "Chto dy zdes delayesh?" [What are you doing here?] Vlad smirked, and gestured towards me and the others. "He's got a room here. We've been up there having a party. What about you?" "Oh I was just going for a walk and decided to stop in here for a drink." Niko was back to pretending, but it was a silly attempt at deceit. There were rainbow flags outside, and huge pictures of male nudes all over the walls. "Really! Well in that case you can buy me a drink," was Vlad's response. "Too late" called Tommy who had two glasses in his hands and handed one to me and one to Vlad. We propped up the bar, talking. Vlad and Niko rattled on to each other in Russian, Tommy got chatted up by a Portuguese student called Riccardo, while Chris kept his arm tight round my waist. It became obvious that he had decided I was his man, and indeed we stayed together well into the autumn before we finally split up. But that night he only had eyes for me. The rest of the crowd in the bar had drifted off, and eventually Vlad came over to where Chris and I were sitting. "Is it okay if Nikolay comes upstairs to sleep?" "Oh, of course." I'd been eyeing him up and despite Chris' possessive attitude towards me I had decided I wanted to pop his cherry. "And Riccardo?" added Tommy. "The more the merrier." The bar tender who had just about finished wiping down, washing up and putting away looked over. "Six in a bed? You'll break it." I paused. He was right, we were rather over extending our welcome, after all I'd only paid for a double. "You can use the pent-suite if you like - provided I can join in." It was a deal. The seven of us took the lift to the fifth floor where Alberto the bar boy unlocked the door of the pent-suite. Inside was a large lounge with three leather sofas and double doors leading left and right into large bedrooms. Each had its own en-suite, but one had a sauna whilst the other had a Jacuzzi. 12 Orgy, part two. It didn't take long for the seven of us to get naked. Chris and I filled the Jacuzzi and settled ourselves in there whilst the others fired up the Sauna, realised it would take at least half an hour to get even warm, and came and joined us. 'Limbs everywhere' is all I can say to describe the melee that ensued. Chris was grabbed by Alberto who had obviously been eyeing him all night and had him pinned against the edge of the bath in seconds. I grabbed Niko who had that rather terrified expression of the first timer who knows that this is what he's wanted all his life, but now that it's actually happening is not so confident. Vlad came with him, and had him bent over ready to be spit roasted before I realised quite which end I was going to take. Vlad started rimming Niko, so I pulled his mouth to my cock which he just stared at, but as Vlad's tongue started exploring his other end his mouth opened in delighted surprise and I pushed my dick past his cherry red lips. His tongue was soon working its magic, and I looked up to see Chris looking at me while Alberto fucked his arse. He blew me a kiss, and I smiled, knowing I'd be sleeping in his arms later, but for now I had other boys to work. I saw Vlad stand up and prepare to shove his dick up Niko's arse, so I pulled Niko upright, kissed him, and then lent over his shoulder to kiss Vlad. Then I pushed Niko's head back down onto my dick. Tommy joined us, so I slipped out of Niko's mouth and pushed him on to Tommy's cock. Alberto was still ploughing Chris so I went round to them, eased my middle finger into Alberto's arse, and raised my eyebrows. He nodded and I positioned myself behind him, bending my knees and then easing my cock head into his hole. It was obviously what he needed, because as I straighted my legs and sank my full nine inches into him his head went back in a silent scream and I felt his whole body shudder as he shot his load into Chris. I realised Riccardo wasn't with us. Slipping out of Alberto's arse, and grabbing Chris by the hand, I led him out of that bathroom, through the lounge, and on to the Sauna. Riccardo was in it, looking oddly angelic. "What's up?" he asked. "Are you okay?" "Yeah! Tommy's great isn't he? I just needed to rest a little after such an intense flip flop fuck." "Okay. Come back through when you?re ready." "No don't go. It's getting hot in here now. I'll go and join the others and leave you two to yourselves." Chris looked at me, then went over to Riccardo who had stood up and was looking for his towel. "Don't go on our account. I think John wants to have you with us." Chris' hand went to Riccardo's cock and started fondling it. I stepped up to them and placed a hand on each perfect arse, trying to decide which to do first. Chris decided for me: "I want to watch you fuck him first, then you can watch him fuck me." With that Chris moved to one of the benches and sat on it. Riccardo turned to face me, and as our lips met the hand I already had positioned on his arse started feeling for his hole. I brought my right hand to his left nipple and pinched it gently. He smiled at that, and then gasped as my left forefinger found its mark and entered him. He was already quite relaxed back there from Tommy's ministrations earlier, so there was no need to spend time massaging him open. I swung him round, bent him over Chris lap where he started slurping at Chris' dick, and shoved myself up him.