Date: Mon, 8 Dec 2003 18:59:10 EST
From: TW
Subject: Hard on the Wind

     I've been crewing on yachts for most of my adult life and for
the last couple of years, I've been employed as skipper on some
pretty nice boats, but nothing has quite equaled my present job.  The
`Evening Star'  is a 41 ft. center cockpit sloop, superbly fitted
out for ocean cruising and she sails like a dream.
      The owner, Mike, is a great guy to work for, and even though he
pays my salary, he knows that as captain, I am in charge, and he always
defers to my greater sailing experience and obeys my sailing instructions
without hesitation.  But mostly we operate by mutual consent and as a
team, the three of us work pretty smoothly.
     The third member is Mike's 14 year old son, Mark, who's
rapidly becoming a competent seaman in his own right.  His ability as a
crewman makes things easy for me, but the downside, if you can call it
that, is his exquisite beauty.  I've never seen any boy to equal Mark
for sheer sexuality.  He's slender, practically hairless, with big
blue eyes and a rosebud mouth.  His blond hair, almost down to his
shoulders at the back, has a habit of falling across one eye, and he
shakes his head to flick it back.  I sometimes look at him and pretend
momentarily that that he's a girl.  It doesn't take much
imagination.
     Neither of them know that I'm a closet bi-sexual, and that I
lust after Mark with an almost unbearable intensity.  Every night, alone
in my bunk in the fore-cabin, I jerk of to fantasies of him in his
underwear, or naked, his cock in my mouth or up my ass, his lips on
mine.  But Mike is definitely straight and I'm not about to get
myself fired or jailed by messing around with his son.
     We'd just completed our Atlantic crossing.  These days, with a
well equipped craft, a summer ocean crossing is not the big deal it used
to be.  With big fuel and water tanks, we could run the generator every
day and take a fresh-water shower most days.  Refrigeration gave us fresh
food for the entire voyage.  Mike had decided that a transoceanic voyage
would be a good experience for Mark, and we took turned schooling him
each forenoon so that his education would continue uninterrupted.  The
trip was mostly uneventful, with mild breezes interrupted by short calm
periods.  On two windless occasions, we'd gone swimming over the
side, naked of course, and I had a difficult time preventing my dick from
getting hard and giving away my secret.  Mark had a small, beautiful,
uncut cock, smooth balls and a tiny tuft of blond pubic hair.  The sight
of him almost drove me crazy and after climbing back aboard, I had to
immediately go to my cabin and jerk off.
     Now, 21 days after leaving the USA, we were moored in a Marina in
Dartmouth, on the southwest tip of England.
     "Bad news," said Mike, returning aboard after making several phone
calls ashore.  "They need me back home for a month or so.  My
company's facing a hostile take-over and I have to be there."
     "Bummer," said Mark,  "Just when I was really beginning to enjoy
myself."
     "You don't need to come with me," said Mike.  "Why don't you
stay here with Tony.  You can see something of England and when I get
back we can sail down to Gibraltar, then into the Mediterranean."
     "Oh, great," said Mark.
     "In fact, I know you two guys are competent enough to handle the
boat, so why not sail across to France and head down the coast towards
Spain, and I'll meet you somewhere along the way.  You O.K. with
that, Tony?"
     "No problem," I said.  "We can spend the nights at anchor or in
harbor and avoid those boring night watches.  If the weather turns bad,
we can run for cover."
     Secretly, I was delighted.  I was going to be alone with Mark for
several weeks.  I would have to be careful.  If I lost control of myself
I could get into severe trouble.  But there would be opportunities to
skinny dip again, and I could see him in his underwear from time to time,
and with Mike away, I would have more chances to jerk off, which I would
surely need.
     The arrangements were made.  We topped off the fuel and water tanks,
withdrew a huge sum of money from one of Mike's accounts, to cover
expenses and took the train up to London.  We said goodbye to Mike, who
headed for Heathrow Airport, and for the next three days Mark and I had a
wonderful time sightseeing.  Then we came back down to Dartmouth and set
sail for the Continent.
     The Channel crossing was fast and exciting, with a 25 knot following
wind, and we spent our first night at anchor off the French coast.  The
next day we sailed west, aiming for Brest, and the wind, rather than
easing, began to slowly increase.  We were hard on the wind, on the
starboard tack, the gale out of the northwest, and the boat, though
reefed all the way down,  was slamming hard into the waves.  It was an
uncomfortable ride, and Mark began to feel queasy.  By mid afternoon,
with no sign of the wind abating, I said, "Fuck this," and turned and ran
for Cherbourg.  Although it was late in the evening  when we arrived,
luckily, we were able to get a slip at the marina.
     "Let's spend the night in a hotel," said Mark.  "I want to feel
solid ground under my feet for a while."  We found a modestly priced
place, no mean feat in France, and we took adjacent rooms.  The dining
room was closed so I arranged to have dinner brought up to our rooms.
     I was in the shower when room service knocked on my door.  I had, as
usual, been jerking my dick and pushing a soapy finger up my ass,
fantasizing that it was Mark's dick, and I shut the water off,
grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist.  I stepped into the
bedroom and called, "Entrez."
     The door opened and the waiter stepped inside, carrying a tray.  He
deftly closed the door behind him with his foot.
     "Permittez-moi," I said in my limited French, and took the tray from
him.  At that moment, my towel chose to fall down, revealing my fully
erect dick.  I looked around for somewhere to put the tray, and caught a
glimpse of the waiter gazing at my cock with an expression of pure lust
on his face.  He was a little younger than I, slim, with dark hair and a
delicate look about him.  I finally put the tray down on the bedside
table and turned to face him.
     "Magnifique!" he said breathlessly, his eyes still riveted on my
cock.  I placed my hands behind my head and pushed my hips forward.
     "You like?" I asked.
     "Oh, M'sieur, it is beautiful!"  His English was heavily
accented, but his desire was perfectly clear.
     "Help yourself," I said with a smile.
     He stepped close to me, dropped to his knees and took my dick in his
mouth.  This must have been some kind of record.  Less than ten seconds
after meeting me, he was sucking my dick, and it turned out he was an
expert.  His tongue did indescribable things with my foreskin, while one
of his hands fondled my balls and the other fingered my ass.  Soap from
the shower helped his finger slide in.  Closing my eyes, I pretended it
was Mark who was blowing me.  In less than a minute I was ready to cum,
so I pushed him away.
     "Stand up," I said.
     He looked a me quizzically.  I began to fondle his cock through his
pants.  He kicked off his shoes, unzipped and let his pants fall to the
floor.  My hand caressed the bulge in his white briefs, and as he tilted
his head back, I brought my lips to his.  He opened his mouth and sucked
my tongue in.  I pushed my hand down the waistband of his briefs and
grasped his cock.  It was like an iron bar. I dropped to my knees and
pulled his briefs down.  Six inches of pure uncut beauty was inches away
from my mouth.  I gave it a couple of strokes then closed my lips around
it.  He gave a groan.   I licked underneath his foreskin and fingered his
ass.  As soon as my finger went in, he called, "Oh, M'sieur, fuck me,
please."
     I stood up and let him step out of his pants, then I unbuttoned his
shirt and ran my hands up inside his singlet, tweaking his nipples.  He
gasped with excitement.  Then he knelt down with the upper part of his
body on the bed.  I took a pat of butter from the dinner tray, unwrapped
it and smeared it all over my cock.  Then, kneeling behind him, I pushed
my dick against his hole and it slid in with remarkable ease.  Obviously,
he wasn't new to this.
     I gave him a really good fuck.  It should have lasted longer, but
all my pent-up sexual frustration made me cum sooner than I would have
wished.  Nevertheless, I thrust my rock hard dick right up his ass,
pumping hard and fast for a good five or six minutes, while reaching
round with my hand and stroking his dick, soft when I entered him, but
soon stiffening up.  I held back my own orgasm until I felt his dick
pulse as he came into my hand.  I brought it up to my mouth and licked
all the cum off it, then I let myself go, and shot my load into his
bowels.
     We both let out a huge sigh of satisfaction.  "Oh, Monsieur, thank
you so much," he said.
     "I should thank you," I said.
     "It is all part of the service, M`sieur," he responded with a
smile, pulling up his underwear and his pants and buttoning his shirt.
"My name is Francois, please call me for anything you need."
     I gave him a huge tip and let him out of the door.
     My dinner had gone cold, but it was worth it.  It was the first day
for months that I hadn't jerked off.  I slept like a log.

                                                    *   *   *

     I was awakened by a knock on my door.  I rolled out of bed and stood
up, my usual "morning glory" tenting  my briefs.  I hoped it was my young
waiter, Francois, seeking a sequel to last night's performance, but
when I opened the door, it was Mark.  He was wearing shorts, a T-shirt
and flip-flops.  There was a light peach-fuzz of tiny hairs on his arms
and legs.  My pulse quickened, as it usually did, at the sight of him.
He looked down at my hard-on as he stepped into the room.
     "Oops," I said, glancing down.  "Sorry about that.  I always wake up
with a stiffy."
     "No problem.  So do I," he said. "So what's the plan for today?"
     "How's the weather?"
     "I looked out of the window and the wind seems to have dropped."
     "Let's head out for Brest," I said, "but first, we gotta eat.
Can't sail on an  empty stomach."
     "I knocked on your door last night but you didn't answer."
     "Maybe I was in the shower."
     "No," he said, "I could hear you moving around, making grunting
noises. What was all that?"
     Uh, oh!  I was busted!  What should I tell him?  Grunting noises
were difficult to explain.  I thought for a second as he looked at me.  I
decided that when in a jam, always tell the truth.  I told him about the
waiter, Francois, and how my towel had fallen off while I was hold the
tray.  Mark laughed.  "Were you embarrassed?" he asked.
     "Actually, no," I said.  "He was pretty cute and he couldn't
take his eyes of my dick."
     "It's big enough," he said, looking at it again. It was still
stiff.  "That guy gave me a hard look when he delivered my dinner.  Was
he coming on to me?"
     "Probably, but you know you can always say `no'."
     "So what happened?"
     " Before I had a chance to do anything, he was on his knees, sucking
me off."
     "Awesome," he laughed.  "So you got lucky."
     "You could say that.  Then before I came he begged me to fuck him
and it would have been impolite to have refused."
     "You mean you actually stuck your dick up his butt?" he asked, his
eyes wide.
     "Well first I greased it with some butter."
     "That must hurt, having a dick as big as yours up the ass."
     "Actually, it went in quite easily and he sure didn't complain."
     "I didn't know you were such a horny old devil."
     "Hey, I'm not so old!"
     He laughed again.  "All this time I thought you were a stuffy,
respectable, law-abiding citizen and it turns out you like to bonk
waiters up the ass."
     "Nothing illegal about that, even in France.  I hope you don't
think any the less of me," I said.
     "Oh no, actually, I'm kinda jealous.  I've never been sucked
off"
     "Really," I said, acting surprised.  "I'd have thought that a
good looking guy like you would be beating them off with a stick."
     "Beating off who, girls, or guys?"
     "Both."
     "The only beating off I do is with my hand," he said with a grin.
     "You're not alone," I said.  "I've been jerking off once or
twice a day all the way across the Atlantic."
     "It's funny, I never think about adults jerking off.  I thought
it was just young kids who do it."
     "Trust me, everyone jerks off.  Even the pope has a wank now and
then.  If you`ve given up jerking off, then you`re dead.  I`m
gonna order breakfast from room service."
     "Maybe we'll get that same waiter you had last night."
     "If we're lucky."
     "What'll you do if it's him?"
     "I'm gonna make sure it's him."  I picked up the house phone
and ordered a continental breakfast, basically just coffee and
croissants, (we could eat properly later, on the boat) and asked
specifically that we be served by Francois, and hung up.
     "Are you gonna let him suck you off again?" asked Mark.
     "You wanna watch?"
     "Sure, if you  don't mind."
     "I've never been watched while having sex.  I think it might be
a turn on for me.  I'd better get ready."  I dropped my briefs and
stepped out of them, picking them up with my toe, flicking them up in the
air and catching them.  Holding them to my nose, I gave them a good
sniff.
     "Oh, you're a brief sniffer, too," said Mark.
     "Don't tell me you've never sniffed your underpants."
     "Well. . ."  He left the sentence unfinished, as he looked at my
dick, still nice and stiff.  I took a towel from the bathroom and wrapped
it loosely round my waist.  Then I abruptly sucked my stomach in, making
the towel too loose, and it fell, predictably, to the floor.  I
re-wrapped it round me and came back into the room.
     "What will you do if he wants to suck you off?" I asked.
     Mark hesitated.  "I dunno," he said, nervously.  "It's not like
I'm gay or anything."
     "Don't sweat it.  All guys like to get sucked off.  Just close
your eyes and enjoy it.  Tell you what:  why not take off your shorts and
shirt?  When he sees you in your underpants, it'll drive him nuts."
     "You think so?"
     "Sure, you look pretty cool in your briefs."  I was maybe
overplaying my hand, but, what the hell, he was gonna find out sooner or
later that I had the hots for him.  He obligingly dropped his shorts,
revealing his cute white briefs, then pulled his T shirt over his head.
As always, my pulse picked up as I looked at his smooth body, perfectly
proportioned, two small patches of blond hair under his armpits.
     Then there was a knock on the door.  I opened it to see Francois,
holding a tray, looking as sexy as the night before, not as sexy  as
Mark, but pretty tasty, nevertheless.
     "Come in," I said, and he stepped into the room, kicking the door
shut behind him.
     "Oh, M'sieur, I didn't know you had your son with you."
     "He's my employer's son, not mine," I said, taking the tray
from him.  I sucked my stomach muscles in, and sure enough, the towel
fell, leaving me naked with a full erection, just like the night before.
I took my time finding a place to put the tray, letting him, and Mark,
get a good look.  "I enjoyed last night," I said, giving my dick a few
slow strokes.
     "The boy, he's. . .?"
     "Don't worry about the boy.  He's almost a man and he want
to watch us.  Are you O.K. with that?"
     "He's very handsome," said Francois, dropping to his knees and
taking my dick in his mouth.  As he sucked me, making appreciative
humming noises, he kept glancing at Mark, looking irresistible in his
briefs which were beginning to tent with an erection, who was staring at
me.
     "You like sucking dick?" asked Mark, stroking himself through the
white cotton of his underpants.
     "Mmmm." said Francois, his mouth full for the moment.
     "Would you like to suck Mark?" I asked.
     He needed no further encouragement.  He abandoned my dick and walked
on his knees over to Mark and pulled his briefs down to mid-thigh.  This
was the first time I'd ever seen Mark's dick with a hard-on, and
my heart seemed to miss a beat as I looked at it's uncut perfection,
the foreskin partially back, a bead of precum on the end.  Francois took
Mark's dick in his mouth and began to give him the expert treatment
he'd given me.  Mark closed his eyes and let his head fall back, an
expression of pure joy on his face.
     "Jesus, that feel's so fucking good," he said.
     I knelt down behind Francois, reached round and unzipped his pants.
I stroked his cock through his briefs.  "I thing he's really enjoying
this," I said to Mark.  "'Cos his dick's as hard as a rock."  I
wanted to let Mark know that I was not averse to fondling a guy's
dick.  It didn't seem to bother him at all.  He looked down at us,
thrusting his hips forward, fucking Francois's face for all he was
worth, gasping and groaning.  Francois was caressing his balls and
stroking his butt.  Mark clearly was not going to last long, so I pulled
Francois's dick out from his briefs and began to seriously jerk him
off.
     In less than half a minute, Mark came, with a series of loud grunts
and a prolonged "Aaaaagh."  My hand sped up to finish Francois off, and I
felt his dick pulse, just as I reached around with my other hand and
caught his cum in my palm.  I brought it to my mouth and licked it up.
It tasted nice and creamy.
     Mark collapsed on the bed, trying to get his breath back.  With his
briefs still round his thighs and his gorgeous dick growing soft, he
still looked exquisite.  I longed to suck him right there and then, but I
knew I'd have to wait until he recovered.
     Francois, licking his lips, pulled his pants up, accepted another
huge tip and make a dignified exit.
     "How did you like it?" I asked Mark.
     "Holy shit, it was the best ever," he said, pulling his briefs up.
"I've never cum that quickly before."
     "Now you know why guys like to be sucked off.  You wanna take a
shower?"
     "I'm gonna eat first," he said, grabbing a croissant and
slurping some coffee.  "I saw you licking your hand.  Was that the
guy's cum?"
     "I gotta confess, I do like the taste of cum, yeah."
     "Then I guess you've sucked guys' dicks then."
     "Does that bother you?"
     "No," he said.  "It's cool.  Don't worry I'm not
homophobic, and I promise I won't tell anyone."
     "Thanks.  If your dad ever found out, he'd fire me."
     "He won't find out from me."  I heaved an internal sigh of
relief.  Mark was beginning to accept me as I really was, and keeping my
secret.  Maybe there was a slight chance I could eventually suck his
incredibly sexy dick.
     We showered, separately alas, then packed up and went down to the
boat.  Two hours later, we were reaching to the west in a light northerly
breeze.  Suddenly I felt really happy.

                                                    *   *   *

     A week later, we were in the Bay of Biscay, heading south for the
northern coast of Spain.  The weather had been cool and gusty, and
sailing the boat had been hard work, but now the wind had fallen off, and
by mid-day we were becalmed.  At first, it seemed like a welcome rest
from all the activity, but we soon grew bored.  Just after we'd
finished a cold lunch, eaten in the cockpit, the sun came out and the
temperature soared.
     "We should take a swim," said Mark.
     Leaving the boat unattended while going for a swim is not usually a
smart thing to do, but I took a long mooring line, made it fast to a
cleat, tied a lifejacket to the other end and threw it over the stern.
It would give us something to grab if the boat suddenly sailed away.  I
also took the precaution of cranking the wheel hard a-starboard and
locking it.  Then I dropped the swim-ladder over the transom.
     I watched as Mark dropped his shorts and stood there in his white
briefs.  He was facing away from me, and the sight of his cute butt
cheeks inside the cotton was incredibly erotic.  He turned towards me and
saw me staring at him.  I couldn't pull my eyes away.  He slowly and
seductively slid his briefs down over his hips, let them fall and stepped
out of them.  There he was, naked and vulnerable, unembarrassed,
seemingly proud to show off his body.
     "Hey, wake up, Tony.  Let's swim."  He dived over the side,
surfaced and turned and watched me as I dropped my shorts and white
briefs.  My dick was half-hard, and I jumped in before it became
completely stiff.  The shock of cold water made it immediately shrink.
We swam around for a while, then I took a rest by hanging on to the swim
ladder.  Mark swam up to me and tried playfully to pull me off the
ladder.  We tussled for a few moments and I felt his dick brush against
my thigh.  My own dick became instantly hard again.
     "Enough!" I called, laughing.  "I'm gonna get out before I get
cold."
     I climbed up the ladder and stepped into the cockpit, my dick
sticking out rigidly in front of me.  I knew I couldn't hide it so I
turned around as Mark came up the ladder after me, and let him see it.
     "Wow," he said, "that's some hard-on you've got."
     "I guess I'm just horny."
     "Your dick is enormous.  The cold water's made mine shrink.
Look at it, it's tiny.  I wish it was as big as yours."
     "I know a way to make it bigger," I said, handing him a towel.
     "How?"
     "Can I touch it?"
     "Sure," he said.
     The moment I had been longing for since leaving the USA had finally
come.  I sat down, reached out and took hold of his dick with a finger
and thumb. I gently peeled his foreskin back and slid it forward again.
His dick began to grow.  My heart was pounding in my chest.
     "See, it's getting bigger already.  Let's see how big it can
get."  I now added a third finger, and as his dick came to full erection,
enclosed it in my hand.  I very slowly stroked his foreskin back and
forth.  I wanted to make this last.  "I told you it would get bigger.
It'll be like mine in a few months.  Of course there's a way to
make it grow faster."
     "How?  By jerking off.  I do that already."
     "By having someone suck it on a regular basis."  Of course, I was
lying through my teeth.
     "Really?"
     "Definitely."
     "Are you volunteering?"
     "Definitely."
     "Go for it," he said, and then I was in heaven.   I leaned forward
and put my lips where they had longed to be from the moment I'd first
met him.  My tongue played with his glans, tasting slightly salty from
the sea-water, while my hand caressed his balls, which were small and
tight up against his body from the cold.  I gave him one of my classic
blow jobs, employing all the tricks I had learned over the years, playing
with his foreskin, deep throating him, taking his balls, now warmer and
looser, into my mouth, lightly fingering the rim of his ass, gently
masturbating him with my lips until he began to gasp and groan.
     I reluctantly abandoned the object of my worship, leaned back and
looked at him.  "Feels good, doesn't it?"
     "Shit, Tony, I've never felt anything better in my life.  You
can suck me any time you want."
     "Oh, I shall.  I've been wanting to do that for a long time.
You've no idea how just the sight of you turns me on, especially when
I see you in just your underpants."  I reached for the briefs where he
had earlier dropped them and held them for him to step into.  I pulled
them up and manipulated his dick out of the fly.  "That must be the most
perfect vision it's possible to imagine," I said.
     "You look pretty cool in briefs yourself," he said, to my utter
delight.
     "Every time I see you in your underpants, I wanna jerk off," I said.
     "Hey, go right ahead.  I've never watched a guy jerk off
before."
     I gazed at him lustfully as I stroked my dick, with one hand and
fondled his cock with the other.
     "Remember when that waiter was sucking you off," he said.  "You
looked so sexy, I wanted to jerk of right there, but I didn't get a
chance.  He started sucking me before I could do anything.  But just now
you sucked my dick a lot better than he did."
     "You can't imagine how much pleasure it gave me," I said.
"Making you hard and making you cum is all I ever wanna do.  You`ll
understand more as you grow up."
     "I think I understand now.  I wanna make you cum."  He knelt down on
the cockpit floor and took my dick in his hand.  He smiled as he began to
stroke it.  "It's all wet at the end," he said.  "Mine gets like that
too."
     "That's precum," I said, scooping a drop on to my  finger and
licking it off.
     "What's it taste like?" he asked.
     "Not much flavor at all, a bit salty and creamy, just like cum
tastes.  I love to taste cum.  I'm gonna swallow yours in a few
moments."
     His hand began to speed up, and he slowly leaned forward, his
adorable face coming closer and closer to the end of my dick.  Then,
without warning, he took it into his mouth.  As his tongue swirled around
the head and I became dizzy and almost faint with excitement.  His eyes
smiled up at me as he made an appreciative hum.  I felt like the luckiest
man alive, the most adorable being in creation was actually sucking my
dick and clearly enjoying it.  Right on the edge of orgasm I pushed him
away.
     "Don't you like it?" he asked.
     "You can't imagine how much, but I want us to cum together.
Lets go down to the aft cabin and suck each other."
     Within seconds, we were in the cabin with it's big double berth,
lying head to tail, me naked  with a flag-pole erection, Mark in his sexy
white briefs, a slightly smaller shaft pointing skywards.  We sucked and
fondled and caressed each other and when Mark finally pushed his finger,
unbidden, up my ass, I came in his willing mouth and milliseconds later,
he came in mine.  I looked at him as he swallowed my cum, a smile on his
face.
     "Awesome!" he said.  "I guess I'm a cocksucker now."
     I swallowed and said, "Welcome to the club."
     I felt a slight tremor through the boat.  Looking out of the
portlight, I could see ripples on the water.  "There's a breeze
coming," I said.  I went top-side and pulled on my briefs.  As Mark
joined me in the cockpit, the boat began to gently move.
     A hour later, we were hard on the wind.

				  The End

Here is a list of my stories and where to find them:
"White Briefs" series;  Gay male, encounters, Oct 14
"My Teenage Angel";   Gay male, adult/youth, Sept 6
"Old Enough to Drink?"  Gay male, adult/youth, Oct 31
"My Wife and the Neighbor"; Bisexual, encounters, Oct 25
"Three Way Piss Party"; Bisexual, urination, Sept 1
"Yellow Hanky"; Gay male, urination, Sept 2