Gay Yacht Orgy

What I am going to write about took place summer before last when I was 20 and had just finished a two-year course in Electronics at our local community college in Ft. Lauderdale.

I'm Troy Ashbury. I wouldn't call myself a good-looking dude, but I guess I am a little better than average. I'm 5'10" tall, weigh 160#, have long sun bleached dirty blond hair and light blue eyes. I'm not very muscular and would say that I probably have what is described as a swimmer's build, although I have been told that I have a good-looking bubble butt and a cock that is meant to be sucked. Needless to say, I am 100% gay.

I had been running down the Electronics Help Wanted ads, but still hadn't found what I was hoping for when Friday rolled around and my search was over for the weekend. I was bored stiff hanging around the room I rented and decided to try the local gay bars to see if there was any action to be had. I started off at my favorite bar - a small dimly lighted place where the beer was ice cold and the patrons usually outgoing and friendly even if they were not interested in spending the night with me. I am usually horny, but was especially so tonight and really hoped I find someone who was my age, cute, with a nice butt and a huge basket!

I had been there about 30 minutes cruising the crowd when a guy I knew slightly came in, sat down next to me and said, "How's it hanging tonight, Dude?" I told him that rigid and hard was a better description than "hanging". He laughed and said tonight was my lucky night. I asked him what the hell he meant and he told me that he had been invited to participate in an orgy aboard a yacht that was moored in the yacht club marina. He went on to say that he had been told that it was owned by an older retired guy who regularly invited 10 to 20 young gay studs for an orgy that at least went on all night and sometimes into the weekend as well! He said that this would be his first time there but that he had been told that he could bring a friend along with him.

I said that sounded exactly like what I needed but that it also sounded like a great place to get an HIV dose. He said that I couldn't be more wrong. He had been told that the older guy was really big on safe sex, had condoms scattered around all over the yacht, along with tubes of KY, and wouldn't allow anybody on board who wouldn't swear that they would engage in nothing but safe sex! I asked my friend if the older guy expected to be "serviced" by us and he said, "No! In fact I was told that he only likes to watch and will neither touch you nor expect you to touch him." He went on to say that it was his guess, but only a guess, that the older guy had AIDS and was just trying to relive some of his earlier years when he was more active sexually.

I told my friend that I was ready if he was and asked when did we have to be at the dock? He said in about 30 minutes and that we had better leave now or find the yacht gone by the time we got there.

In less than 30 minutes we got to the yacht club and quickly located this 60 or so foot yacht, light up like a fucking Christmas tree with about 15 to 20 young dudes standing around on the upper deck, drinking beer, laughing and chattering like magpies! There was an older guy at the top of the ramp who checked both of us out, made us agree to engage in nothing but safe sex, and then welcomed us aboard. He was dressed all in white - jacket, casual shirt, slacks and shoes.

He had a couple of the crew (who were also dressed all in white - tight tee shirts brief shorts, knee-high socks and deck shoes) take the gangway away, release the mooring lines as the older guy started the yacht's engines and slowly began to take the yacht out to sea. Although the crew all spoke excellent English, I thought I could hear a faint accent in their speech and guessed that they had originally come from Sweden, Norway or, perhaps, Denmark. I also wondered if the crew, who was all muscular and attractive as hell, were either allowed or required to participate in the orgy.

One of the guys who had already been on board when we got there explained that the Captain would take the yacht out to sea until he reached international waters so that the coast guard would not harass us. When we would come back would depend on how interesting the Captain found the orgy to be! At first all the guys stayed on the upper deck, drinking cold beers and watching the lights of Ft. Lauderdale recede into the distance. Soon, however, they began to drift down to the next lower deck and I quickly followed them. The forward cabin, which took up about a third of that deck, had sofas and chairs along the bulkheads but the floor was covered with mattresses! As promised, condoms and tubes of KY were scattered around and several of the guys had already stripped and were busy 69ing each other, fucking or being fucked. Almost all of them were highly attractive to me and it seemed as if all you had to do was to go up to a guy who struck your fancy and ask is he would rather suck, fuck or be fucked, and you had your first sexual partner.

I stripped at the same time as did a really cute guy with curly brown hair, a great build, and a cock that was at least 9" long! We eyed each other, smiled and he nodded at the scene in front of us and raised his eyebrows, as if to ask me if I wanted to participate! I nodded back at him and he came over to me, gave me a tight hug and whispered in my ear, "You've got just the kind of body that really turns me on! Anything you want to do to me or have me do to you is OK with me!" I just looked at him and asked myself how lucky can a guy like me get?

We joined the rest of the guys on the mattresses and my hunk decided we would 69, so we each got in that position. He started sucking me immediately while I took a few seconds to fondle and play with his big cock. Finally, he looked up at me and said, "Suck me, man, I want to cum!" I quickly obliged and began a rapid up and down motion over his long rigid cock. He groaned his satisfaction and, if anything, started to suck me harder and deeper! I could have kept this activity up for quite a while, but suddenly his hips started to pump his cock deeper and deeper down my throat and I knew he was ready to cum. Because we were both wearing condoms, I didn't get to taste his cum but I could feel it filling up the head of his condom. I soon joined him and blasted off a load of my own.

When we had both been pumped dry, he raised himself on one elbow and said, "Thanks, guy, for a good suck!" I said that his was good too, but that we had never even exchanged names. He said, "Sorry, guy, but it's the custom around here not to trade names." I said, "Oh, well, OK, but what do you want to do when we build up another load of cum? Can I fuck you or do you want to fuck me?" He said, "Again I'm sorry, guy, but my routine is to have one sex act with each guy! I intend to suck and be sucked, or fucked, or fuck every guy in here by the time I am finished!" With that statement, he got up and headed for the bathroom to dispose of his condom and wash up. I managed a feeble, "Good luck!" and remained sprawled on the floor while I took in what appeared to be the accepted routine for this orgy. Man, I thought, I've never been to an orgy like this one before!

I noticed that every so often another couple would dis-entangle themselves from the main body of the orgy and head for the bathroom (or johns or whatever they call them on board a yacht) where they would get rid of their spent condoms, clean up, and come back to lean against the bulkheads or sit in one of the chairs while their balls built up another load of cum. About this time the old guy who owned the ship (or the Captain as one guy had called him) came into the orgy room, took a seat over in one corner and proceeded to watch the activity. He gave no sign that he wanted to be "serviced" or to participate in any way, so I guess what my friend had heard was true. He was just a looker!

I finally got around to getting up and with my now limp cock dangling in front of me headed back to the middle of the yacht. The orgy room opened onto an aisle with several johns on each side -- each of which was very nicely equipped with a lavatory, toilet, and even a small shower. I did a double take when I realized that all of the bathroom fixtures must have been gold! Damn, I thought, the owner must be almost as rich as Bill Gates! I got rid of my spent condom; washed off and still nude continued down the aisle toward the rear of the yacht. On the way I passed the spiral stairway that led up to the upper deck and continued down to a lower deck. I assumed that the lower deck held cabins for the crew, the Captain and whatever overnight guests he had aboard.

The rear third of the ship was a big lounge with two and four man tables, a scattering of easy chairs and a small kitchen in one corner. Next to the kitchen was a table with a big buffet laid out on it. There were all kinds of breads, rolls, cold cuts of meat, cheese, veggies, a big bowl of potato salad and a small grill with hot dogs cooking on it as well as a crock pot filled with simmering baked beans. I was pretty hungry by this time so I fixed myself a big plate and turned to see whom I could sit with. Over to one side there was a cute Mexican-looking guy who was alone and eyeing me as I eyed him. I went up to him and asked if I could join him. He said it would be his pleasure, so I sat down next to him. He had sat down just ahead of me so the first thing we both did was attack the delicious buffet that the crew had prepared for us and drank ice cold beer that had been placed on each table.

When we were just about finished, my new friend turned sideways in his chair, slid down a little, spread his legs apart and gave me a clear view of his slowly growing cock. Man, did he have a nice one! Not terribly long, but very fat with a big wedge-shaped cockhead. I moved the same way so he could see me, too. He reached over, took my cock in both hands and started to fondle it. Not to be outdone, I did the same and we both grinned at each other. At this point it was pretty obviously just who our next orgy partner was going to be! When we were both fully erect, he stood up, pulled me to my feet, threw his arm around my shoulders and headed back for the orgy room.

He picked up a condom along the way and said, "If it's OK with you, Stud, I want to fuck you silly in there so you better get a condom too!" I told him I had no problem with his fucking me but that I didn't think I would need a condom. I never came just by being fucked. He said, "You're wrong this time! All my partners come when I fuck them!" He took an extra condom, grabbed my rigid cock and slipped it on me.

When we got to the orgy room he asked me if I preferred to be on my stomach or back while being fucked. I told him I much preferred to be on my back so I could watch him. He said that was his favorite position, too, and proceeded to knell in front of me with my legs draped over his shoulders while he first applied KY to his condom and then to my ass and fuck chute. When his fat finger hit my prostate, I thought I would come right then! He laughed, reminded me that his partners always came and then stuck two fat fingers up my ass to loosen me up for his fat cock.

When he thought I was loose enough, he slowly pulled his fingers out, positioned his wedge-shaped cockhead over my pulsing asshole and started to apply pressure. I pushed back against him and, sooner than either of us expected, his big cockhead and a couple of inches of his shaft were firmly inside me. It hurt a damn lot at first and I couldn't help but show it on my face. He watched me closely and it wasn't until I began to relax again that he fucked another couple of inches of cock up my ass. Again he waited until I nodded that it was OK to continue before he rammed the remainder of his cock up my ass and began a slow but steady pumping action. As it became evident that I was enjoying it more and more, he increased the tempo until he was pumping my ass as rapidly as he could. Every so often, he would pull out entirely (whether this was accidental or deliberate, I never knew) and then ram it all the way back in without a pause. I loved it!

After a LONG fuck, I could tell he was near to coming. He started to breathe harder and his whole body started to quiver. Before he came, however, he looked down at me, smiled, and withdrew his cock until his big wedge-shaped cockhead was right next to my prostate. So far I had loved his fucking technique, but when he started to use his cockhead to massage my prostate, I thought I would go out of my mind! I began to jerk uncontrollably while he just smiled and said, "I told you that all my fuck partners come before I finish with them!" God, was he right! I shot more than I think I had ever shot before into my condom! As soon as I started to come, he went back to his long hard strokes and was soon pumping his load up his condom too!

When we were both pumped dry, he pulled out of me, stood up, held out his hand to help me up and started to walk toward the johns. I followed him and he went in one john while I went into another. As he was closing the door, he looked at me and said, "Great fuck, buddy! See you around sometime." I thought to myself, damn, another one who won't trade names and wants only one cum per guy!

When I got out of the john, I went back into the orgy room with my now-limp cock dangling in from of me, leaned against one of the bulkheads and checked out the other guys who were in a state of similar recovery. Just a few feet from me I noticed a guy with a brief towel around his waist (which was totally inadequate in that even when limp his cockhead and an inch or two of his shaft hung out the bottom of the towel). I guessed that this was one of the crew and that they did, in fact, participate in the orgy. He was a chunky guy with highly developed muscles and a ruggedly handsome face. Inasmuch as I still hadn't fucked anyone, I moved over to his side and decided to try my luck.

He looked at me, smiled, and asked, " Is there any way I can be of service to you, sir?" I said to myself, Aha, definitely one of the crew and obviously instructed to be "nice" to the guests! I said to him, "Well, as a matter of fact you can! I haven't had the chance to fuck anyone all evening. Do you have any ideas as to how to remedy that?" He grinned and said, "I'm told, sir, that I have a VERY fuckable ass, if you would like to try it out!" He took hold of my cock and proceeded to massage it to a full erection while his quickly grew and was soon sticking straight out from his body. He removed his brief little towel, got two condoms - one of which he slid up my cock while he covered his cock with the other.

I followed him almost to the middle of the orgy room where he found a space big enough for both of us. He got on his back, pulled his legs up to his chest and handed me a tube of KY. I coated my condom with it and them applied a big blob to his asshole and fuck chute. As I worked my fingers in his ass, he grinned up at me and said he was quite experienced in being fucked and that I could ram my cock right up his ass without any preliminaries. I said to myself, if that's the way you want it, buddy, who am I to argue!

I aimed my cock for his asshole and plunged it up his ass to my full length. He grunted briefly but seemed to be able to take it without any trouble, so I started my usual in and out pumping routine. In spite of his having implied that he had been fucked hard and frequently, I found his ass to be extremely tight! It felt as if little muscles within his fuck chute were grabbing my cock and massaging it as I pumped him. Whether he was really enjoying being fucked or if this was just part of his job, I never knew; but I did know that I was enjoying it tremendously! I held back as long as I could but eventually felt my balls tighten up against my body and I was soon blasting out still another load of cum into my condom.

When I had finished, I pulled my cock out, stood up and offered him my hand to help him up. We walked to the johns together but this time he came into the same john as I did, took off my condom for me, and proceeded to gently but thoroughly wash my cock. When he had done that and cleaned himself up, he took me in his muscular arms and gave me a deep penetrating kiss. He then patted me on the ass, turned and walked out without saying a word!

Well, so far, I had been sucked, fucked, and gotten to fuck three different hunks. This was turning out to be one of the most sexually active nights I had ever experienced and I began to wonder just how many times I could come in one night. Whatever the number was, it certainly was going to be a record for me! I was totally drained for the moment, however, so I went on back to the lounge for something more to eat.

As before, there were several guys already there, feeding their faces, and carrying on low-voiced conversations. I filled up a plate again, looked around the room and quickly saw a nice-looking dude sitting by himself at one of the two person tables. I went over to him and asked if I could join him. He checked my out with quick up and down glance, apparently decided he liked what he saw, and said, "Sure, I'd like the company!" I sat down and as we ate we both started to relate our participation so far in the evening's orgy. It turned out that he, like me, had been sucked, fucked, and had fucked another guy already and was ready, when he got his wind back, to start the whole procedure over again!

Although nothing specific was said, we both assumed that the other would be our next sex partner, so we started to discuss which of us would do what to the other! We finally decided to be very scientific about the whole thing so he took a straw from a container on the table, tore it into unequal thirds, stuffed them in his clenched fist so that only an equal amount of the straws showed and told me to take my pick first. Whoever drew the short straw would get to choose what we would do. He won the drawing, but I couldn't have cared less. I was perfectly willing to just have sex with this dude, no matter who did what to whom!

With both of us having come three times in a relatively brief time, it took us a while to again get aroused. We spent the interval in just talking about stuff in general which seemed to suit both of us in that it looked as if we enjoyed each other's company. He actually broke the no name's rule (I never did learn if that was a formal rule or just personal preference) and told me his name was Jeff Bridgeport. I told him I was Troy Ashbury and we shook hands. He had a nice firm grip to his handshake and we continued to shake hands longer than was really called for. I wondered if this meant that he wouldn't be opposed to the idea of our getting together later on to continue our new friendship, but decided not to persue that until I found out how much I enjoyed having sex with him and visa versa.

Eventually, we both started to get erections even though we each had to help the other out a little toward the end. Jeff had a great cock and I really enjoyed helping to get it from a semi-hard position to a rock-hard and fully extended one! He lingered quite a while over my cock, too, so I guess the feeling was mutual.

At last we headed back to the orgy room with our arms around each other. Jeff said that he wanted to suck me and that he was sorry the rule was that we had to use condoms - he said he would really have liked to have swallowed my cum. I said I felt the same way, but we both put condoms on and quickly got into a 69ing position.

We each started to lick and suck each other's balls before we started to really suck. God, was his mouth hot! He gave my balls a thorough work over, as I did his, and then we each started on the other's cock. Jeff was obviously an expert cock sucker and frequently had me on the verge of coming, only to slack off a little, let me calm down, and then start up again. I, too, wanted to make it last so I duplicated his routine. What threw each of us over the edge, however, was when we each decided to finger fuck the other's ass! Neither of us had a finger inserted for more than a few seconds before we both climaxed and shot our fourth load of the night into our condoms! We each continued to suck the other's cock until each was totally limp. Then and only then did we reluctantly allow them to slip out of our mouths.

I got up first this time; pulled Jeff to his feet and we both headed to the johns. Again, Jeff came into the john with me and we each pulled the other's condom off and, without saying a word, started to wash each other's cock. By the time we finally decided that the other's cock was clean enough, we weren't both starting to get still ANOTHER erection! We each threw our arms around the other and held each other tightly while we exchanged keep wet kisses. Jeff then whispered in my ear, "Troy, this was my first time here and I heard that the rules are that we are all expected to leave separately and not to see each other again! I think that is a stupid rule! I've really enjoyed having sex with you and would like to see you again soon if you want to!" I looked at him, smiled, and said, "Jeff, nothing would please me more! I think having come four times in one night is about my limit, at least until tomorrow morning. Instead of "soon" why don't you come home with me, spend the night and we'll see how we feel about things in the morning!"

Jeff just smiled at me and we both went to find our clothes. We dressed, said good night to our host; who said that he hoped we had enjoyed ourselves. He added that the yacht was already moored at the Yacht Club's dock and we could leave anything we felt like it. We thanked him for his hospitality and headed off the ship. The crewmember I had fucked was on duty at the gang-way when we got there. He smiled at us and said, "Good night, sirs, I hope you had a good time this evening!" We told him we had a GREAT time and Jeff and I walked down the dock together arm in arm heading for my room.

When we got to my room we both realized that it was 4am and we were both almost asleep on our feet. We each stripped, hugged, kissed briefly and fell into bed with our arms around each other. My last thought before I passed out was whether I'd fuck Jef in the morning or if he would fuck me, or, maybe, we would fuck each other! Who knows? We'll see what tomorrow brings!

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