Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2017 02:16:53 +0000 From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com> Subject: Dionysius chapter 11 DIONYSIUS By Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin Copyright 2017 DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction. Any similarities to any persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. This story involves consensual sexual activity between college students, both male and female, including bareback sex, group sex and bisexual activity. This story also has drug and alcohol use. If this is not your cup of tea, don't read it. If it is, enjoy. Complaints and compliments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com Remember to donate to Nifty to keep the stories coming. ELEVEN The morning was cool and bright as they slipped away from the pier and headed toward the Sound. The diesel engine was humming and the large triangular sail, called a genoa, was unfurled in the light breeze. Alex steered them through the green brown water of the estuary out into the sound as Dylan sat propped up on the bench in the cockpit, the wind in his hair. It was a glorious morning. Once free of the land, they debated the direction and Alex grabbed the charts from the nav station before deciding on southward. The motion of the boat and its speed through the water was thrilling and the vast expanse of ocean made them feel small and insignificant. Alex commented that was one of the advantages of sailing, learning your place in the scheme of things. Eventually, Alex raised the mainsail and the boat took off. He was in his element, tacking and jibing to keep the wind and make forward progress. Dylan quickly learned that the shouted word "jibe" had to be respected as he was very nearly brained by the swinging boom of the mainsail. They raced along for hours and Dylan went below to make sandwiches for their lunch. The cabin was small, smaller even than his dorm room and packed with stuff. The tiny galley was a model of efficiency though. He did have a little trouble doing even ordinary things due to the motion of the boat. Free of the constraints of modern life, they went about the business of relaxing and after a bowl, Dylan was thoroughly relaxed. In the afternoon, the wind died off and they were again down to the genoa, barely making headway. Stretched out in the cockpit, sunglasses on, Dylan looked up at Alex, shirtless and the very model of young manhood. He said, "Okay, so about sleeping arrangements" "Well there is a bunch of crap in the V berth forward but that sucks underway. Basically, there is a single berth in the salon starboard side and the couch and table converts to a double berth. Take your pick," Alex answered. "You see I thought this was an elaborate scheme for you to get me off alone so you could have your way with me," Dylan said. Alex set the autopilot and slid on to the bench next to him, the afternoon sun beating down on them. "It was" he said. "I guess it ought to be the double berth then. But I'm wondering what we're waiting for." "For you to be comfortable with it" Alex answered. "That's not going to happen. I'm nervous. It's my first time. I'm pretty sure it's going to be the worst sex you ever had." Alex smiled and leaned over to kiss him. Just the feel of a boy's lips on his made Dylan's heart race and palms sweat. He was nervous and thrilled, wanting to run away and wanting to rip off Alex's shorts all at the same time. He was rock hard and his erection was uncomfortably pressing against the fabric of his shorts. "I'm guaranteeing that you will never forget me," Alex murmured. "You never forget your first. No matter how many guys you're with, when you're old and gray you'll still remember me." Hungrily, Dylan reached over and kissed him again. That feeling, that surge of lust and desire, was the most powerful thing he had ever felt. Far more powerful than the lust borne of his fantasy life. He would devour Alex whole if he could. As he kissed him, Alex gently took Dylan's hand and led him into his crotch. Dylan could feel his lover's stiff manhood. He had held his own hardness innumerable times but to feel another boy's was heaven. He squeezed it and rubbed his crotch. Alex began tugging at Dylan's shirt and so the younger boy backed off and stripped it off, flinging the cloth in the general direction of the cabin. The swaying of the boat made him unsteady, or perhaps the rush of blood to his head and nether regions did that. He wasn't sure. He knew that he wanted to be free of his clothing though. Alex began to rub his strong hands over Dylan's taut, young body. Every nerve fiber was alive at his touch. Alex sucked the nipples that highlighted the small mound of his pectoral muscles and he found them to be far more sensitive than he ever imagined. Rapid sensations of pleasure flooded his brain. His heart was beating hard and fast, beating out of his chest. By now, Dylan was intensely uncomfortable in his pants. His dick needed to be free. He pulled off his shorts and they joined the shirt by the cabin door. Alex stripped off his clothes and whipped down his underwear. His dick was stiff and hard, pointing skyward. Dylan was transfixed, still in his boxers, by the sight. It was beautiful, more than beautiful. Shyly, he reached out for it. As he grasped Alex's stiffie, his hand slipped pulling the foreskin forward. Alex drew him closer and kissed him hard and passionately, licking his neck and rubbing his hands on Dylan's flat belly even as Dylan stroked him. Dylan was so excited that he was having trouble breathing. He couldn't believe he was here doing this. He was scared, anxious and nervous but excited. Alex sank to his knees and pulled down Dylan's boxers. He was now completely naked. Alex took hold of his rock hard dick and stroked it as he licked and then sucked the boy's balls. Dylan shuddered. He grabbed hold of the cabin sole to steady himself. He was losing power in his legs. Just to have another person touch him there in that most private place was almost more than he could stand. He had no idea that his balls were so sensitive. But that was nothing compared to what came next. Alex licked along the big piss vein and then around the head of his penis. Dylan gasped and shook. That was incredible. Then he was inside the wet warmth of Alex's mouth. "Oh my God" Dylan panted. "Oh God." It was the single most pleasurable thing he had ever felt. Nothing compared to it. Alex massaged his balls and rubbed that area between the ball and butt, which also proved sensitive. Dylan was lost in his own passion. He didn't want it to stop. He didn't want it to ever stop. He knew he would never last but he didn't care. He just wanted Alex to keep doing that. "Oh ...God that's good" he murmured. Alex swallowed him down to root, his nose in his black tuft of pubic hair. Then he slowly slid off of him, flicking his tongue around the pink swollen head. Then down he took him again. It was just too much. The pleasure was just too great. He couldn't stop it. He wouldn't stop it if you could. He couldn't. He exploded in Alex's mouth. "Oh my God. Oh shit. I'm sorry" Dylan cried, startled. "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry." He felt ashamed, embarrassed, guilty. He hadn't lasted long at all and then, to make matters worse, he had spilled his seed in Alex's mouth. Alex looked up at him quizzically and then smiled, "Why?" "I came in your mouth" Dylan answered. "Yeah, that happens," Alex laughed. "It's okay, really." "But I came so quick" Alex stood up, licked his lips, and kissed him. He whispered in his ear, "There's plenty more where that came from and we're not nearly done yet." Alex sat down, still hard, stroking himself. "Think you could help me out with this?" He wasn't sure he knew what to do. He tried to do what Alex had done, which had felt so great. But he wasn't good at it. Alex had to stop him because he was scrapping him with his teeth. He showed him how to hold his mouth. Step by step, Alex told him what to do, where to lick, when to stroke. Dylan had always thought that since he had a dick himself, that working another guy's thing would be second nature. But Alex was uncircumcised. That threw him. He didn't know what to do with the foreskin. But Alex liked to have it played with. He wanted Dylan to pull it all the way forward and then nibble on it with his lips. He wanted him to run his tongue underneath it and around the head of his penis, which was a fiery red color. That little bit of tissue that held the foreskin on seemed to be unusually sensitive as Alex panted and moaned as he flicked at it with his tongue. Even though he was nervous, he got better at it. Alex stopped telling him what to do and he just went at it, licking and sucking however he wanted. He was reluctant to go all the way down for fear of gagging but he made love to the tip. The more he did it, the better he liked it. He liked the way Alex's muscles tensed and the way he threw his head back and groaned. He liked the fact that he was getting Alex off. By now, Dylan was hard again and rubbing himself, pleasuring himself as he pleasured Alex. Alex stopped him. "I'm about to cum" "Go ahead" Dylan said. It seemed the least he could do. "No. You're going to fuck me." Oh my God, Dylan thought. This can't be real. But every neuron in his body was screaming for him to go for it. Alex went in the cabin, retrieved a condom and some lube. Dylan was seated and Alex expertly rolled the condom on him and then slathered it with cold lube. He sat on Dylan's lap and guided him inside. However great his mouth was, Alex's tight ass was even better. He was stunned by how amazing it felt. Alex paused there and sat on his lap with Dylan's dick fully in him. "Let me get used to it. You're pretty big." He sat there for a minute and breathed deeply. Then he slowly lifted up and then back down. "Jesus fucking Christ" Dylan moaned. "It feels so good" Alex sighed. He lifted up and down several times, swiveled his hips which sent paroxysms of sheer delight through Dylan. Dylan began to buck his hips, trying to drive himself deeper into him. Alex was kissing him and stroking himself as he rode him. Dylan reached over and took over the stroking from him. He wanted Alex's stiff prick in his hands. The fucking was great but he didn't want to be passive. He wanted to ravish that ass. "I want to fuck you" Dylan whispered. Alex got off and leaned over the bench. Dylan guided himself into him from behind. He slowly inserted himself all the way in and then pulled back. A million years of instinct took over. Leaning over Alex, he began to just fuck him. He drove his member up that ass. A tremendous surge of masculinity poured over him. He stroked his lover as he pounded his ass. "Oh shit, oh fuck" Alex grunted. Dylan couldn't talk. He was making grunting animal noises as he drove it in again and again. The tightness of his ass grabbed his dick as he sodomized him. It was just fucking great. He was heedless of anything except maximizing the sensation down there. Alex began to pant rapidly and his whole body tensed. Dylan could feel his dick twitching in his hand. Then he felt the wetness as his semen dribbled down. But Dylan wasn't finished. He tapped it like a ramrod. He felt the pressure building, the sensation growing. In a moment of blinding glory, his whole body tingled and a sensation of great pleasure flooded him. Then that was followed by perfect release and total relaxation. They were in each other's arms on floor of the cock pit. "How long do we have?" Dylan asked. "Three full days" "How many condoms did you bring?" "A dozen" Alex answered "Good. We're going to need them." As night fell, they headed toward shore. In the moonlight, Alex slipped into St. Andrew's Sound, closer to Cumberland Island than to Jekyll. He dropped anchor there. Dylan was in the galley making a dinner of pasta and bread. They sat in the cockpit in the cool autumn night, eating and drinking wine. Dylan wasn't much of a wine drinker, finding it sour, but it seemed the perfect complement to the day. That night, with the boat gently rocking they made love again slowly, piled into the double berth. In the morning, it seemed that Dylan had become the defacto cook, scrambling eggs and making toast. Since they only had 18 gallons of water, they washed the dishes with seawater. It was still early but they were leisurely going about their business with little incentive to leave. It was going to be a warm, Indian summer day. As they sipped their coffee, Alex suggested they go swimming. Dylan realized that he forgot to bring trunks but Alex suggested skinny dipping. They were several miles from the southern tip of Jekyll, which is not the beach end of it anyway, and Cumberland was uninhabited except for a few campers. So they spent the next hour or so happily playing in the water, diving off the boat and acting like children, perfectly naked. But they spent midday still at anchor in the berth together. It was a long leisurely suck session. They discussed weighing anchor and heading further south. After consulting the chart, they saw little reason. But neither of them wanted to stay where they were so they got underway, just heading out to sea. It was the freedom of the open ocean they wanted. Dylan wanted to away from any prying eyes. He wanted their own little world for just a day or two, just them on the boat. He wanted to be naked with him all the time, free to touch or kiss when he wanted. Late in the day Saturday, Dylan was resting and being pensive in the cockpit while Alex tended to some minor detail with the sail. He stepped back into the cock and undid his safety line. "What's wrong?" he asked. "It's just that we've all ready turned around to go back. It's almost over and I wish it weren't," Dylan answered. "So you had a good time?" Alex teased him. "The best. You?" "Well, I'm a little sore but yeah" Alex said. "Sorry about that" Dylan apologized. The last session had been a little rough. "It's all good" "When we get back, where do we stand?" Dylan asked. "Are we boyfriends?" Alex asked, undoing the autopilot. Dylan was silent for a minute, framing his thoughts. "I'm not going to ask for something you're not going to be able to give. It'll just ruin what we do have. You're not well suited for monogamy, right? You're still going to want to sleep with girls, right?" "Yeah, I am. But is that what you really want, monogamy?" Dylan stared off to the empty ocean. "No, it isn't actually. What I want to know is, is tomorrow it? We had a beautiful long weekend and that's all it ever was? Or are we going forward from here? Because if it's just a weekend, great. It was an awesome weekend and I'll never forget it. But I want to know. Personally, I'd rather that we work it out a step at a time and be more than fuck buddies, but I'll take that if I have to." Alex re-engaged the auto pilot and snuggled up next to Dylan on the bench. "We'll work it a step at a time." Dylan inhaled deeply and sighed. "I want you to fuck me" "Are you sure?" Alex asked, surprised by that. Not just that Dylan wanted to move to that step so quickly but also that he so casually used the F word, since he rarely swore. "If I'm going to be a fag, I'm going to have to take it up the ass. I'd rather the first time be with someone who knows what they're doing, someone that I trust and someone that cares. That's you." Alex took him below. The boat, again on autopilot, moved up and down on the waves but the center of the boat was the calmest point. They kissed and touched and, being young, were hard in no time despite the sheer volume of sex they had so far. This time, though, wasn't about passion. The touches felt good and his body in his arms felt right but he was scared that it would hurt. Alex had him lean over the salon couch with his legs wide apart. Dylan felt his finger go in his ass and it felt good, particularly as he found the prostate. A second finger also felt good and then the third went in. "How does that feel?" Alex asked. "Good. It feels okay" He massaged and loosened the sphincter. Dylan had to admit that he was enjoying it. Then Alex stopped and got a condom. "Are you ready?" "Yeah" Dylan said with more bravery than he actually felt. It hurt as he slowly pushed it in. He cried out for him to stop. Alex pulled out and Dylan caught his breath. Then he told him to try again. He tried to remember to breath as Alex pushed it in him. It was more like a discomfort this time rather than a true pain. He felt an aching fullness as he took the whole length of him inside. Fortunately, Alex didn't just fuck him. He rested there with amazing self-control. "How does that feel?" Alex asked him "Okay" The weight of his body and the closeness of him felt right, felt warm and good. Slowly, he was getting used to it. Alex slowly fucked him. The movement made it better. But his brain was spinning, trying to decipher the sensation. He felt like he needed to have a bowel movement or perhaps to urinate. His brain couldn't decide. But there was a part of his brain that said this was good. As Alex fucked him, that part grew. It felt totally strange but he couldn't say it was bad. He reached down by instinct to pull on his dick and found it be much softer than he imagined. But it was still vividly alive to the touch. His dick felt great. He was breathing hard as Alex began to fuck him harder. The feeling of it beggared description. He felt like he was being ripped open but didn't want it to stop. His dick never really got fully hard but rubbing on it was intensely pleasurable, even better getting fucked than fucking, in fact. He began to back up onto Alex's dick, trying to get it in even deeper. He was having trouble breathing as so much of his brain was being utilized with the intense sensation from down there. "Oh God, fuck me. Fuck me harder" Dylan cried. He did. Dylan closed his eyes hard, grimacing. He put his head down and bit his arm. He didn't know if he could take it anymore. He didn't know if he could live without either. Whatever it was, good or bad, it was going to have to end. Otherwise he thought he might die. As Alex fucked him harder still, he thought he would die. There was no way he could tolerate it anymore. Dylan was whimpering. He found voice enough to say, "that's it. That's it." Alex was fucking him now. He was almost on the verge of tears, whimpering and moaning. His dick and his ass was his whole body now. Every touch, every stroke reverberated through his whole body. He couldn't touch himself anymore. The sensitivity was too much. Then his mind screamed for him to do it. He stroked himself furiously as Alex buggered him. He could feel the heat of his body, his sweat dripping. "More, more" Dylan cried Alex banged him. He touched himself and thought he was lost. Thick ropes of cum flew out of him but the orgasm was unlike any other. He didn't have release or relief as Alex continued to fuck him. Then with a few furious strokes, Alex was done. Panting, Dylan slid to the deck. He was sweating fiercely. He was breathing hard. Alex fell beside him. "How was that?" Dylan couldn't think. He was in a daze. He shook his head to shake away the cobwebs and restart the system. "I don't know. I really don't. If I don't like it, then I really don't like it. But if I do, then I really do. Does that make sense?" Alex nodded and then kissed him gently. "Yeah, it does." "We're doing that again before we get back." Dylan said. "Sounds good to me" Alex agreed. Dawn saw them in sight of land. By midmorning, they were tied up at the pier but did not depart the boat. That was the third time that Dylan took it and the time he finally decided that he liked it. In fact, he wondered why he had ever waited so long to do it. Fuck abstinence, he thought. Eventually, Alex's grandfather came around and it took a couple of hours to clean the boat. They made it back to Macon by mid afternoon before any of the beach goers made it back. That gave them a chance for one last good fuck, this time with Dylan on top.