When Tony Samuels asked me to go on a boating holiday with him,I was delighted, we had been friends and sometimes lovers for a long time. We drove from London to Norwich, took over our motor cruiser, and sailed down the River Yare towards Breydon Water. That evening we moored up at Reedham where we intended to spend the night, and went to one of the riverside pubs for a meal and a few drinks before going to bed.
As the evening wore on we got more relaxed and horny, and by the time we left the pub we were ready to screw each other silly.
We were moored just astern of a large boat that had a pirate flag tied to it's mast. As we walked past it a number of large black guys sittingon it's deck started calling us little white queers, and I then realised that Tony and I were holding hands. Their insults got louder and cruder and compleatly ruined the atmosphere, so that when we got into bed together we just went to sleep, put off our lovemaking by a group of loudmouthed thugs.
Next morning we set out at the crack of dawn as we intended to sail across Breydon Water, which can only be done an hour each side of low tide. I started the engine and Tony let go the mooring ropes. As we pulled away I felt that our boat's engine was struggling a bit, when I saw that Tony had also untied the pirate boat and was towing it out into the middle of the river, where it would be at the mercy of the strong tidal currents.
He let go of the rope as we passed underneath the railway swing bridge and we continued on our way.
That day we sailed all the way to Yarmouth and into the River Bure. Late afternoon saw us sailing up the River Ant and into Barton Broad, one of the largest of the Norfolk broads (Lakes). We fancied a quiet night, so after dropping anchor in a quiet corner of the broad, we ate our dinner and turned in for an early night. Directly we got into bed we felt very randy and started to kiss and fondle each other's cocks. We were so busy with each other that we did not hear the black pirates boat come along side us, until we heard running feet on the deck above us,and our cabin door flew open.
The black guys were very angry, and dragged us both out of bed. They forced us up on deck, pulling us by our still erect cocks. There we were, two slightly built white guys - totally naked, surrounded by six huge black guys who terrified us. Their leader , who they called Captain Morgan gave us the stark choice - We could both get beaten to a pulp - or we could provide them with their evening's entertainment. When I asked whathe meant by entertainment, the irated all laughed and told us to started jerking our cocks off.
We had no choice at all , and both of us wanked our cocks, while the pirates fell about laughing at ourlittle "white boy cocks". They stopped us before we had a chance to cum, and Captain Morgan told us to get down on our knees in order to demonstrate how good we were at sucking cocks. Tony said that he had no intention of sucking any of them, but a hard punch to the tummy soon changed his mind. I knelt there while The Captain slapped my face with his gigantic half erect weapon. I thought that have trouble getting the black monster in my mouth - it was so big - but as I didn't want a punch, I opened my mouth to admit the huge, uncut, black rod, between my lips. Tony was taking two guys at once, sucking one cock for a few minutes then switching to the other. The cock's owners were making cruel jokes about us , as we set about our task of orally satisfying all six of them.
By the time that they had finished we had cum all over our faces, in our eyes , hair, and when we opened our mouths more pirate cum dribbled out from the corners. I have never felt so frightened and humiliated, but at the same time so turned on.
A discussion then took place as to whether they shoud let us go , or gang fuck us first. Some of them were saying that straight guys don't fuck other guys, but the majority did not take this attitude. Captain Morgan said "You gotta take pussy where you can, we got no wmen here, no prospect of any women and these two little white He Ho's are just begging to be ass fucked." Anotherpirate said " when I was in prison I fucked loads of white guys, and they all loved it - eventually.
Our fate was sealed, we got onto our hands and knees, our asses were liberally smeared with vaseline, and the first black cocks were thrust between our little ass cheeks. As the guys started ramming into our asses , our bodies jerked forward, as the guys fucking us got near to cumming we jerked faster, and when they had dropped the loads up our asses we stopped jerking - until impaled by the next huge cock.
I really thought that we would be hurt, but after a time our asses adapted to taking black meat baseball bats and we started to get pleasure mixed in with the pain. I do not know how many times that I was fucked, when they came they made us get them up again by sucking their cocks or rimming their asses - the fucking just went on and on until they were tired out. Both Tony and I were still hard and were made to finish off wanking our cocks until we shot our loads, to some extent this was the most humiliating thing of all. Standing on an open deck of a boat in the twilight, jerking your cock off , while our tormentors laughed out loud.
Then it was all over, we were allowed to go. We could only take little steps because our poor bottoms were so sore and streached. When we were at last on our own, I said to Tony " next time you feel like setting a boat adrift - please tell me first."
Since there were four girls and five boys, I ended up being the one assigned to a room with a stranger. He was called Chris, and he was the hottest thing I had ever seen. We spent the first hour until the evening meal just chatting and settling in. He told me about his girlfriend, Victoria, and how she was in the next room, but they weren't allowed to share due to conference rules.
I'm all tense and exhausted from the brainpower I have just expended. I walk into the sweaty locker room and the steam immediately fogs up my glasses. I'm at my favorite part of the workout. Hehe. I set my duffle bag on a bench. The locker room is pretty empty. A few swimmers in their Speedos and thick legs walk by nosily, slapping their naked feet against the wet gym floor. Darn it.
He had played the game since he was 6 years old. Now a junior in college, he was the best pitcher on his college baseball team. He was a very good looking guy by now. He stood 6 ft 3 inches tall and was about 210 pounds of solid muscle. He had a nice firm chest, and washboard abs. Baseball and school.
One day at training a gym day was made compulsory for our 2 month training schedule before we went to south africa on an athletics tour in the summer of 99. A few of us had stayed extra hours (most of the other guys had left around 9pm). Watching Peter pump iron was so sexy, turning me on incredibly.
After frequently the place a few times, I began to see people showing off for each other, giving each other handjobs, etc. Then one time a tall, black guy about 6'3", 200 pounds, kept motioning to me to join him in his booth. He was dressed in a tank top and shorts.
Despite the cool air that filtered in through the air conditioning vents, the sliver-bearded, dapper, 56-year old executive was sweating profusely. He was not alone in his luxurious, first-class compartment. On the floor on his back was the Senior train guard, 43-year old Nuru, his white uniform pants pulled off over his crisp white socks and white uniform shoes.
Saturday night is a real bitch. I have to work on the late shift and I don't get to bed until way after midnight. I miss the sex that I have on Friday night when I get to pick up some horny stud in Bobby's bar. I'm a natural bottom and I always get to find a guy with a hard cock to worship and pound my love tube. I wake up late on Sunday morning with my ass hole feeling quite unloved.
Heres my fantasy. Im at the gym getting ready to hit the showers when all of a sudden a cavalry of black guys walk in and begin to tear off the clothes revealing their hot bodies and even hotter cocks. To them, Im an outsider, being white with a six inch cock instead of these huge man mountains, all of whom have massive throbbing black members. Another black man massages my cock underneath.
I was bored and horny so I decided to accept an party invitation to go out. In our small country town there are no gay nightspots but there is a group of committed studs that put on the occasional function at a secret location. This time Adrian the organizer had decided to have a barn dance out on a sheep property.
About sex craving convicts waiting on that fresh piece of meat. I mean who believes that stuff, I never did until I actually went to prison. My first week went pretty smoothly for being in prison that is. I woke up early every morning, ate a terrible breakfast, took a shower, and then it was off to work for the rest of the day. One morning i woke up and did the usual.
One of these, for me, was being sent to prison. The reason is unimportant and I'm not going to discuss the penal system yet. I had spent the previous 90 days in the county jail waiting for sentencing and had adapted to the people and the place as best I could. His name was Billy. We talked.
Young men of eighteen were called up to serve two years National Service in the armed forces. Some guys were sent to fight in wars, some to defend the last turbulent outposts of the British Empire; I was sent to Germany where I got fucked bow legged. Of all the stupid orders that I had been given since I joined the army this one was the most idiotic.
I am secretly gay, but am too scared to tell anyone, as our society today would basically pummel me if I was to come out. So my fantasies stay to myself, and I talk to no one. I'm a very quiet kid, lots of friends, surprisingly mostly girls, but I'm majorly in love with two of my best guy friends. Greg and Matt. Greg is a junior, 145 pounds, 6' or so. Well that's where the fun started.
We get along very well and often joke that if he were gay, we'd be a couple. He's a hot guy in my eyes, mid 30s, 6 foot, 180, very hairy chest and belly (slight beer belly), doesn't work out but plays sports and has an average build. One night we went to a party and got rather drunk, because his place was within walking distance and neither of us could drive he invited me to spend the night.
He came to a bridge over the babbling brook. Underneath that bridge was a troll. When the troll heard the littlest billy goat's hooves clattering on the wooden bridge, he jumped out from under the bridge and stood in front of the little billy goat. "I'm going to eat you all up!"
I couldn't believe it. I'd just left the house of a straight guy I'd managed to seduce on the train. He was close enough to my type, and was a bottom to boot. Who knew? As I left his place, my mind turned to more practical matters. My hair hadn't been cut in weeks, and was starting to look pretty ridiculous.
The owners are very cool about not harrassing patrons who go into booths together to suck each other's cock, etc. He went into a booth, and I could see under the door that he was lowering his trousers. I tried the door to see if he had locked it, and he had not.
My roommate Tom and I were sitting around having a couple drinks. Trying to decide what to do with ourselves that night. After some discussion we finally decided to go downtown to the local bar and play some pool and see what was happening. Tom then decided to take a shower. When Tom came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his middle I couldn't help but admire his body.
His questionnaire said that he was in his late twenties, around six feet tall, and slender swimmers build with good definition. His cock size was not noted other than each person that was interested should come find out for themselves. He did mention that his dick was uncut, and hairy, but other than hair around his dick, he was smooth. We decided to meet at his place.
Not in the way I thought it would, but it did change my life. I joined the Marines after one year in college. In college I was roomies with a guy named Reggie Jefferson. He and I were good buds and then we became lovers. It was serious for the both of us, but I wanted more than he could give so we went our separate ways at the end of the school year. I told him that I was gay.
It's hot, it's steamy, and above all it's sexy. The barman is hassled though, too many customers and the bar is too small. He should have had help tonight, but the other barman has called in sick again. There's not a lot he can say. It's to be expected. Some people think he's quite cute, fuckable. But he's not interested in picking-up tonight. He's got a sore arse from last night. He told me.
It was a hot day and must have been close to 100 degrees out and my old 1964 Ford pickup was running hot. It was about 5 in the evening as I took off on this really narrow paved road that had lines painted on it not knowing where I would end up. About 10 miles down this road my pickup over heated. I was in the middle of nowhere.
Working out with all those hot young guys had tired him out enough that sex hadn't even crossed his mind. But now, with their first weekend pass, thoughts of sex exploded in his 18 year old mind. He had watched the firm hunky body of Willie's climb into the bunk over his for weeks....
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