From: rick.wagner@mansco.com (Rick Wagner)
Subject: %%% Setting Sail (M/M)
Date: Thu, 26 Jun 1997 21:35:03 GMT
Organization: MANSCO

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 bothe r 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 monsterous 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 thats 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, thats 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. Thats 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 manuver 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 writher 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, stricking 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 continueing my attention to him, I removed my shorts. My seven in
ches 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
ectasy.

I was getting as much of a charge of seeing him enjoy the attention that I
was lavashing on him, as was he recieving 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 liesurely took that purple mushroom shaped
head in the waiting cavern of my mouth.

The sweetness of his precum set my tastebuds into an orgasm of their own.
Eric's docileness 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 rythm 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 wraped around my cock, for him touch me, to fondle me. For
him to bring me to the hieghts 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 "otherside", 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 rythm
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 muslcular chest heaving with each breath.

I pinched his tit alot 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 mmouth 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.

END

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