Setting Sail

I had known Eric for a couple of years already. He professed to be straight, but there were a few times that he needed to "get his rocks off", and I was there to help.

Those times were more for his benefit than they were for mine; though I really get off on sucking cocks. The few times that we did anything, I kept hoping in the back of my mind that there might be more for me that time around. It didn't seem to bother him that I was gay, and the times that I brought him off didn't mean that he was "gay".

He was two years older than me, at 28, he had accomplished quite a bit in his job. His pride and joy was a 20 foot sail boat, that he would take out as often as possible.

There were a number of times that I would join him for a day cruise. One Memorial Day weekend he planned a three day cruise out on the bay, and invited me along. The weather was great that weekend, not a cloud in the sky; and the winds were great for sailing. I had never been out for that long on a sail boat before, but looked forward to a relaxing trip.

At the end of the first day, we relaxed below deck before turning in for the night. The sun had been good to our bodies that day. I had spent a few days out in the sun already; while Eric with his part Italian blood didn't need much to darken his body. He was reclining back in the bunk wearing only a pair of tight gym trunks, that showed off his monstrous 8 and 1/2 inch cock. We had been drinking and smoking a bit earlier that evening, I knew that soon Eric would be "horny"; but that's ok by me, for the pot had gotten me a little hot too.

I sat at the table across from the bunk staring at tight, well defined body of his. Eric was a work-out nut, as well as getting into the out of doors, so the hours of hard physical work had paid off. Light chest hair was framed by hard pecs, that stood out like shields. The soft light of the cabin gave gentle shadows that seemed to soften the hard lines of v-shaped chest, and led down to the tight, but not too skinny waist.

The shorts now covered the sharply featured pelvic muscles, that almost made it seem as if the legs were attached to the hips like a plastic model. And those legs! They were covered with thick, dark hair; to look at his legs you would have expected to see more than the small triangular patch of hair on his chest. Second to his torso, his legs were the greatest turn-on for me. The legs seemed to embody the details of swimmers, gymnasts, and runners rolled into one. He had worked his body into one fine tuned piece of flesh and muscle.

"Well Chris, hope that you've enjoyed your first day out this weekend", Eric spoke as he ran his muscular hands up and down his well toned legs.

"I'm looking forward to the next couple of days, that's for sure. Though I thought that all the traffic jams this weekend would be on the Bay Bridge. I've never seen so many boats sailing about like I did today", I replied with a bit of amazement in my voice.

"Well I'll be taking care of that come morning, I am setting a course to a remote area in the South Bay, we should have only ourselves and the water to contend with by early afternoon" he said with a yawn as his hands now started to massage his own crotch.

As he moved his hand over the bulge, I could see the blood slowly filling that long sword of his. It would be only minutes before that wonderful 8 plus inches would be straining those tight shorts of his. He and I knew full well what the evening held.

This all had now become a game between the two of us; I knew that he loved to be sucked off, and he knew that I loved sucking. And as long as he did not suck, fuck, or get fucked by me or any other man; then he wasn't "gay". That was fine with me; for just sucking him off, and running my hands over that perfect body was enough for me most of the time. He didn't seem to mind if I jacked off while going down on him. I was horny too, so I decided it was time to get down to business.

"You look a bit uncomfortable in those tight shorts, why not make yourself more comfortable?" I said as I began to remove my t-shirt. That's all it took; no sooner than I had said that; off came his shorts. His cock bobbing back and forth, as the waves rocked the boat gently. His hands now reached down to his low hanging, heavy balls; pulling at them, and massaging them, as one would with a beloved pet. One leg hung off the side of the bunk, while the other rested still on the bunk; giving me a perfect view of his manhood.

Are you just going to sit there?" he said in a almost demanding tone. His cock was now jutting straight up in the air; as if it was daring some sole to take it.

I slide out from the table, and knelt down between the bunk and his leg. My mouth was watering with desire. I drew my tongue lightly across the hairs on his inner thighs; licking gently towards the balls, but stopping short.

The cramped quarters were a bit much; but I managed to maneuver myself around to give myself a better position to suck that monster of a fuck tool. My cock started to burst out of my shorts, due to the excitement that built inside of me. I continued my tongue action between his thighs, working my way to his hairy, beefy balls.

The musky smell of his swinging balls made me even hotter. Slowly I began to lick at the hairs of his balls, bring my hands up to run them over his stomach, and to brush them gently over his now hard tits. Eric threw his head back as I took and in one motion took that full sack into my warm mouth. He started to writ her under the intense pleasure that my tongue bath was bringing him.

The moans rolled softly from deep inside, as I tried to take even more of those juicy balls deeper into my mouth.

I brought my roving hands back down to his firm stomach, playing with the strip of hair that ran from just about his navel, down to the thick bushiness that surrounded his cock.

The sensations of my touch, and my mouth were really getting to him. He began begging for me to take his cock, to suck it, to swallow his precious cum.

I continued to eat at his balls, as his cocked swayed, striking me gently on my face. With slow deliberate care I loosened my moist grip on his balls; and continued the tongue bath on the sensitive inner thighs. My cock was now straining out the side of my shorts.

While keeping my whole attention focused on him, I removed my shorts. My seven inches soared out, swing free now.

The scene was so turning me on that there were drops of precum glinting in the dim light of the cabin. Eric laid there moaning, begging for me to take that cock.

Inching my way up, I began to lick at the hairs at the base of that tool of his. Working my tongue from there, I ran my tongue around the thick base, working slowly up the shaft.

With each stroke of my tongue his cock seemed as if it was going to explode right then and there. Finally my tongue had found the soft fleshiness between the shaft and the head.

With each flick of the tongue, new life surged threw that wonder of manhood. I worked my way around the base of the head, as Eric squirmed with ecstasy.

I was getting as much of a charge of seeing him enjoy the attention that I was lavishing on him, as was he receiving it. I began stroking my stiff rod, feeling the cum churning in my now sweaty balls.

I took some of the precum that wet the tip of my cock, between my fingers and used the moisten fingertips to play with those hard nipples of his. All of the tongue, and tit work were driving him mad.

I decided it was now to end the torture that he so loved. Opening my mouth wide to accept the wide head, I leisurely took that purple mushroom shaped head in the waiting cavern of my mouth.

The sweetness of his precum set my taste buds into an orgasm of their own. Eric's docile behavior was suddenly broken as he took his hands that were roving that hot, Italian body of his, and took a hold of my head shoving down hard on that waiting cock.

I gagged as the thick eight plus inches shoved deep into my throat. "Take that cock, take it all!!" he shouted with a forcefulness in his voice.

Eric had always gotten a bit dominate during our sessions together, which in away turned me on. I opened my throat to take it as he demanded. I eased off to work the magic of my tongue on the upper portion of his shaft and head.

Then without warning I would take the entire length, burying my mouth down on that swollen rod, till my chin would hit his now wet balls. His hands were holding my hair on either side of my head, forcing my head down on that cock, matching the rhythm I was setting.

I was still beating my meat, feeling as if I was going to loose it any minute; but I wanted to wait till I started to feel that rush of cum spurt against the back of my mouth.

To join him in the only recognition of the acts of sexual desires that we both had, to join him in the only "gay" thing that he allowed; the union that happened when orgasm was reached at the same point.

It was those moments, when his cum would fill my mouth, and my would shoot with such force that it would cover my hairy chest, that it would almost strike my chin.

Many times while jerking myself off, while I went down on him, I would long for his hand to wrap around my cock, for him touch me, to fondle me. For him to bring me to the heights of pleasure.

But for now, I had to be content with just those thoughts. One day I felt that he would want to risk everything, to just try the "other side", as he called it.

His moans grew louder, as I went down on that cock faster, and faster. As he thrashed his head back and forth, under the torture, that was bringing him intense pleasure; I began stroking my raging hard-on to match the rhythm of the throat fuck I was giving.

I could feel the twinges of his cock that meant that the volcano that was his cock, would soon erupt with much explosiveness. His moans became more labored; his muscular chest heaving with each breath.

I pinched his tit a lot harder than usual, at that he shoved my head so far down on his cock that I thought I would swallow his balls.

"Suck it baby!, suck it good! Take that cum, don't waste a drop!" he cried out, as his cock speared my throat.

With an almost animal like sound, like thunder rolling across an open bay, he let loose the pent up love juice that built up through the heavy play that I invoked upon his manhood.

The first blast coated the back of my throat, it came with such force that at first I gagged. He pushed my head down on that shaft, as he sent stream, upon stream of that hot, bittersweet cum.

As his body convulsed with each eruption, my own nuts sent forth its own salute, sending one long stream up my chest; my body quivering under the intense orgasm, that for just a few moments in time made us one. I pulled my head away from that lovely cock that filled my gut with that hot sperm, just as that tender head passed my lips, Eric sent one last blast of cum across my cheek; the warmth that filled mouth now dripped slowly down my cheek, catching the stubble of my evening beard.

I leaned back, my thighs resting on the back of my calves, my hand still wrapped around, and stroking my still firm cock. My legs were spread apart in a v, letting my balls swing loose with the rocking motion of the boat. My free hand now began exploring my own chest, rubbing my warm cum into each and every hair that carpeted my chest.

Looking over at Eric, sprawled out on the bunk, looking all the like a model in one of those hot photos in those jerk off mags, and at the same time looking like a drunk on a delirious high. He glanced over at me, still massaging my cum into my chest; slowly and deliberately I took my hand from my cum covered cock; and raised it slowly to my waiting mouth. Teasingly I flicked my tongue at the pools of my sweet cum that dripped from my hand; licking at my hand like a kitten would lick its paw.

My eyes smiled sweetly into Eric's, as I licked all of my nut juice from my hand. As I finished, Eric gave me a knowing, sweet smile; and layed his head back.

Evidently I had exhausted him, for it seemed that as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. I sat there, leaning back, running my hand over my pecs, brushing my nipples with each stroke.

Oh, how I wanted so much more from Eric. To feel the warmth of that cute mouth of his, sucking out the last drops of my cum. To feel the pulsating rod, that now hung limp, off to one side of his thigh, deep inside of my ass. To impale that virgin ass of his, with my tool; to feel my balls slapping against that hairy ass of his.

But those were only fantasies; only actions that "gays, faggots, and queer) engaged in. Eric still insisted that what happens between the two of us is just satisfying our aiiamal needs, to "get our rocks off".

It did not bother him that I was gay, and that always confused me. I got up from the floor content in my fantasy, for now. I cleared off the table, so as to get to my bunk.

I dimmed the cabins lights, being sure not to put the place into total darkness; for I wanted just enough light to view that marvel of human flesh and muscle.

To dream of what it would be like to feel the powerful grasp of his arms. To dream the undreamable. To dream. To plan.

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written by rick.wagner