Date: Thu, 26 Nov 2015 01:42:54 +0000
From: RD
Subject: A Summers Racing on Yachts

A Summer's Racing on Yachts

This is a fantasy about a thirty-something gay man and his encounters with
college aged students during a summer sailing in the Tall Ships' Races. It
is divided into sections, with odd numbered divisions telling the story,
and even numbered segments containing the 'action' of the tale. It is a
work of fiction: enjoy.

1 Setting the scene

	A brief introduction to me: I'm an Englishman with dark brown hair,
blue eyes, and a trim copper brown beard. (A bit like Tommy Defendi) I'm a
yachtsman, and was spending my summer as boatswain for a wealthy
businessman who had entered his 46ft boat in to the Tall Ships' Races. We
had advertised for crew in various universities, and at the start of July
eight undergrads had joined the yacht at Southampton for the delivery to St
Malo for the start of the first race.

	I have always enjoyed the Tall Ships' Races - ever since I was crew
on a topsail schooner after my upper sixth (12th grade) year at school.
Several thousand young people aged between 16 and 25 - and mostly male -
descend on a host port for a week before/after one of the races and party
like hell. So I'd managed to get this plum job as one of the 'adults' on a
yacht that was going to spend the best part of the summer participating.
And I had every intention of getting the most out of the opportunity.

	We arrived in St Malo after an uneventful two day sail in light
winds during which - thank God - none of the crew were sick. We'd done
plenty of foresail changes, and put all three reefs into the main before
shaking them out again, not because we needed to reduce sail to cope with
strong winds but because the skipper wanted to use the opportunity to train
the new boys how to do it. Also, keeping a crew busy means they are less
likely to feel the movement of the boat.

	St Malo was already full of boats of all sizes, from other big
yachts up to the 300+ft Sail Training Ships like MIR. And the port had laid
on all sorts of facilities for the visiting crews, like big toilet blocks
where we could all have hot showers for free.

	Anyway, we arrived at St Malo just as the sun was setting, and
having tied up at our allocated berth the crew had all rushed ashore to
wash, while I was left on board getting things back to normal and preparing
supper. They can back, ate, and then left again to hit the bars. I finished
up in the galley and an hour or so later when it was quite late in the
evening I eventually grabbed my towel and wash-kit and headed for the
toilets.



2 The Russian.

	When I got into the block it was pretty much deserted, except for a
cute lad who was standing at one of the basins cleaning his teeth. (like
Tomas Belko in Chain Reaction) I went over to the benches and started
striping down, putting my clothes in one of the lockers, but I became aware
that this lad was watching me in the mirror above the basins. I slowed. I'd
removed everything except my underwear and so I decided to give him a bit
of a show. Without looking at him I stood facing him and slowly pulled down
my Calvin Kleins. He was obviously checking me out, and I heard a slight
gasp as I revealed my nine inch uncut cock. Ours eyes met briefly, and then
we both looked away.

	I later learned that the first officer on MIR had warned the cadets
that ALL western men are homosexuals, and to particularly avoid the toilet
blocks as we used them to pick-up and abuse Russian boys; so of course this
lad had made a bee-line for the showers and spent the rest of the evening
waiting for a 'Western Pervert' to take his cherry. And to my luck I was
the first man to be there without anyone else to disturb his plan to find
out for himself what he knew he wanted: Cock.

	I looked at his reflection again, just as he again looked up. I
held his gaze briefly, and then very subtly rubbed my tongue along the
underside of my top lip. A smile attempted to lighten his face, but he was
obviously desperately shy, or scared, or just didn't know what to do. I
turned my head to look at the open door into one of the shower stalls, and
then looked back. He now turned round and looked at me properly. I tilted
my head in the direction of the cubicle and, picking up his wash kit, he
started to walk towards it. As he got to the door he realised he was still
fully dressed, and a look of panic flashed across his face. I gestured
towards one of the other empty lockers next to the one where I had stowed
my clothes, and he quickly stuffed his kit bag in it, shed his own clothes,
and closed the locker door. By this time I'd already gone into the cubicle
and was standing under the jet of hot water. Naked, he stepped into the
stall and closed the door.

	We stood for a long second just looking into each other's eyes. I
must have been smiling as he started to grin, and as he did his face lit
up. I beckoned him towards me and as he moved forward my hand touched his
hairless chest and found his left nipple. He reached down with his right
hand and grabbed my dick which was now semi-hard. I put my other hand
behind his neck and pulled his face in to mine where our lips locked, and I
easily slipped my tongue into his willing mouth.

	By now I was rock hard - it doesn't take long to go from vague
interest to full on desire. As our first kiss began to weaken I slipped my
hands down his back and grasped his arse cheeks. My knees began to bend and
my mouth moved down his smooth chest and abdomen to his seven inch dick,
which I took in one swallow. He gasped - somewhat too loudly in case there
was someone else in the block - and I tasted his pre-cum begin to ooze out
of his slit. I cupped and began to tug on his balls. His own hand went to
the back of my head as he began to furiously thrust his cock deep into my
mouth. After only a few seconds he came, shooting load after load down my
throat.

	I think he realised he'd 'finished' too soon as he looked rather
sheepish as I stood up; I kissed him again and smiled.

	"Was that your first time?" I asked.

	"Yes."

	"Are you okay?"

	"Oh, yes!" He grinned like his face was going to split. I kissed
him again and he wrapped his arms round me. I could feel that he was still
hard ?- oh the joys of being 18 and able to come repeatedly. Although his
initial passion had waned I sensed he wasn't finished for the night, and
I'd barely begun. I brushed my fingers over his nipples and he shuddered.

	"What would you like to try next?" He looked confused. "Would you
like to do more?" The word more obviously made sense as he smiled and
nodded. I stroked his hair and smiled down at him. He was probably three
inches shorter than me. I didn't need to push down on his head - he just
started to bend with my hand there in his hair. His lips parted as he got
to my cock and soon my mushroom head was inside his mouth as his tongue
started to explore its shape, and the slit. He was a natural, and I'd have
come in a matter of seconds he had if I hadn't pulled out: I wanted
something more from this boy.

	I put my hands either side of his shoulders and pulled him up. As
he stood I put my left index finger to his lips while my right middle
finger went to his arse crack which I prised open and felt the small bud of
his hole. He was sucking on my left index as I pushed into him, and his
mouth opened in another gasp. I locked my lips over his: this time it was
my passion that drove. As my tongue took possession of his mouth I wiggled
first the middle, then a second, and finally a third finger into his virgin
hole. I pulled my face away from his and whispered "Okay?"

	"Dah!" he gasped looking deep into my eyes. I started to turn him
round and bend him slightly. I pulled his cheeks apart and bending my knees
a little put my knob-head against his hole. It was already prepared with my
earlier finger massage, so took no effort to enter him, and as I
straightened my legs I had him fully skewered on my dick. "Ohhh!" was all
he said as I grasped his hips. He bent further forward as I started to
pound into that beautiful arse. In and out I went, with him gasping with
each thrust. He started to straighten up, and as I reached round and
gripped his cock he started to convulse in a massive orgasm. I too couldn't
hold on any longer and filled him with my cum.



3 The hotel room

	My Russian boy and I met every night throughout the week we spent
in St Malo, and indeed I saw him again in La Corunna when we got there, but
that was after an eight day race across the Bay of Biscay, with gale force
winds most of the way, and several boats having to leave the fleet and
escape into French ports due to various problems. By the time we got into
the Spanish port I was thoroughly exhausted and in need of more than just a
shower in the harbour facilities. I decided to blow a week's wages on an
hotel room with a bath!!

	Unfortunately most of the smaller hotels had already been booked up
by tourists, so I ended up in the Marriott. Lovely room, and - joy of joys
- a proper bath. I soaked away the week's aches and pains before heading
back to the yacht to check everything was okay there. When I told the
others what I'd done and that I still had access to the room it was soon
decided that I was everyone's best friend as they were all planning to come
up and visit - and take advantage of the tub.

	We ordered in pizzas and beer and had a party as they took it in
turns bathing. We'd not had any internet on board so they were updating
their facebook pages, finding favourite videos on youtube, and generally
being youngsters. Finally they'd all washed, finished the food and drink,
and drifted of back to their own bunks on the yacht. I pulled back the bed
clothes, undressed and lay down on the double bed.



4 shaving Tommy

	I woke somewhat disorientated. Someone was tapping on the door. I
got up, wrapped a towel round me, and went to see who it was. Tommy was
standing there, looking sheepish. "I think I left my razor in your
bathroom." I looked at him, quizzically. Although he had just finished his
first year of Uni so was probably 19 or 20 years old, he had no facial
hair. (imagine Max Ryder) Indeed when he'd taken of his shirt earlier -
when it was his turn to have a bath - I'd noticed that his perfectly formed
pecs were also completely smooth. He sense my surprise at his having to
shave: "I trim my pubes. The girls like it, and it makes my dick look
bigger."

	"Oh!" I said, hoping my disappointment at his declaration of
heterosexuality hadn't shown. Unfortunately that's not the sort of thing
one can easily hide when still half asleep. I stepped back to let him into
the room and he sauntered over to the bathroom.

	"It's not here," he called out. I went in to see if I could find
it. "Could I borrow yours?"

	Now some might think it odd for a cute youngster to ask an older
dude if he can borrow his razor to trim his pubes, but I always use
disposables so it was no problem. I reached into my wash-kit and grabbed a
new one. Tommy picked up the can of foam and looked at me, straight in the
eyes. His voice dropped to almost a whisper as he asked "Will you do it?"
holding the can out. I gulped.

	"Sure!" I picked up one of the big bath towels and went back into
the bedroom. I spread it out over the chair. "Sit here." Tommy slipped off
his shorts - they were long swimming trunks with a built in mesh support,
so he wasn't wearing any underwear - and sat on top of the towel. I
squirted a small amount of gel into my hand and as he laid back into the
chair I started to apply it to his small jet black diamond of pubes that
stretched from below his navel to the top of his cock. I then gently ran
the razor down his skin, wiping the foamy hairy mix onto the towel before
taking another cut. As I got lower on his abdomen I noticed his dick was
beginning to swell. He was uncut, and suddenly the pink of his mushroom
head appeared under the foreskin. His piss-slit was winking at me.

	I stopped shaving and just stared. It was a respectable eight
inches long in this semi-hard condition. "You know you're quite big enough
already" I proffered "without having to shave."

	"Thanks mate." My eyes were still locked on Tommy's dick and just
at that moment it lifted up off his balls, not fully erect but pumped up
enough to be self-supporting in the air. I couldn't resist it any
longer. Dropping the razor I cupped his balls in my right hand and sticking
my tongue out I licked round his slit. "Argh, that feels good man." His
cock continued to grow and I pulled back the foreskin and slurped round the
head. His hand went to the back of my hair and he started to push me down
onto him. I tried to relax my throat as he drove himself deeper and deeper
into my mouth until it would go no further.

	"Blokes give the best blow jobs ever." He was beginning to thrust
himself into my throat and as he did so I was pulling at his balls. Then he
pulled his legs wider and over the arms of the chair. I couldn't see
because my face was banging against his stomach but I knew his little hole
was now exposed, so dropping his balls I ran my forefinger round it. It was
tight shut, so I dipped my finger in the foamy cream I'd been wiping on the
towel and put it back to the puckering pinkness of his arse. "Finger me" he
demanded. I pushed. I had to push quite had to get past the constricted
muscle, but I managed, and then just as he had relentlessly driven his dick
into my mouth, I now drove my finger into his arse. "Argh, that feels so
good," he moaned. I could feel his sphincter beginning to relax, so I
pulled out and then pushed back in with two fingers. "Ow! Careful man" but
I wasn't going to stop. I knew I needed to get him much more open if I was
to realise the prize: my dick up his hole. I slowed my probing, but didn't
stop, and I sensed him relax again. "Okay, that's better" he murmured. I
waited another few moments as my two digits explored the depths of his
interior and then I added a third. "Wow man, are you trying to get your
whole hand in?"

	Now I've never been into fisting, but I got a brief understanding
at that moment of why it can be such a turn on. I pulled my face off his
cock, looked into his eyes, and said "It's not my hand I want to get in
there."

	Tommy looked shocked. "Oh!" was all he said. I ran my tongue round
his dick head again as I pushed my fingers deeper into him. "Wait a
minute." He got to stand up, and knowing that 'No' means no, my heart
dropped. I guess he probably was straight - well, bi - as he had clearly
never had his arse fucked before and having me suck him off hadn't really
counted in his mind as gay. He went over to his trunks, but rather than
putting them back on he fished out a condom from the key pocket. "Use
this." I looked at it - lightweight. It would rip the moment I got into
him. I went to my wash bag and found a good old rubber stuffer. I had the
packet open and the sheaf on before I got back to him. "How do you want
me?"

	"Lie on the bed, on your side." He climbed onto the bed and I slid
in next to him. I lifted his top leg so it was bent almost to his chest and
positioned myself behind him. I'd picked up a tube of lube from the
bathroom when I got the rubber, so I liberally greased him up, and slicked
my dick with it, and then put my cock head to his hole. "Here goes Tommy" I
whispered. "Just say if it's too much."

	The head slide in quite easily, for although he was tight my finger
massage had opened him up enough and the lube helped. "Oh my God!"

	"Do you want me to stop?" I had stopped pushing, but I didn't want
to pull out.

	"No, I'll be fine." More slowly I began to push again, until half,
then three quarters, then all my cock was inside him. I had to reposition
myself, and Tommy was almost flat on his front, but with his right leg
still pulled up. I rested a moment, then pulled at his hips. He lifted
them, pulling his left leg up until we were doggy fashion. Gently I started
to sway my hips, and initially he moved his in time with them so that my
cock hardly moved in his hole, but as the rhythm built up I started
ploughing him, pulling almost completely out and then driving back in until
our balls met. I kept going, harder and faster, and all the time Tommy was
moaning "Yes, yes, yes." Then his back arched up and he started shooting
cum all over the pillows. "Oh, yes!" My own cum was caught in the condom,
deep inside Tommy's arse.



5 The bell boy's arrival

	We collapsed and fell into a fit full sleep, with him holding on to
me. I hadn't drawn the curtains so as the first light lit the sky we both
woke. "I better get back to the boat or they'll be wondering where I am" he
said as he walked into the bathroom. I heard the shower start and walked in
to see him soaping his beautiful body. I could resist: I took another
rubber stuffer from my bag, stepped into the cubicle behind him, and he
pushed his butt back into me as I pushed into his tight little
hole. Morning after sex is never as passionate, but we both came, and he
then dried himself, dressed, and left.

	Although it was still early I felt hungry. I looked through the
discarded pizza boxes but there was nothing left over. I phoned down to
reception and asked them to send me a tray of breakfast. The bell boy
knocked at my door a few minutes later, and I recognised him as being the
lad who had delivered the pizzas the night before. He was about 5ft9, with
jet black hair, and the uniform he had on was too tight round his chest,
but too loose round his hips. (Jonas Ashther is a close match)

	"You've had a long shift" I said "I hope you'll get off soon."

	"I too hope I'll get off soon." He smirked at me, and I was
obviously taken aback as he put his head slightly to one side and
winked. Was his English really so good that he was making a play on the
idiom 'get off?' Pablo was about 19, and was working during his summer
vacation to help pay for his tuition fees, I learned. He was studying
American Literature. "I finish at 6, in about 10 minutes. I can come and
help you clear up if you like." He looked round the room which was littered
with empty pizza boxes and beer cans.

	"Thanks" was all I could say. I signed the bill for the breakfast
and handed him a 5 euro note.



6 Yeah, Baby!

	He was back at my door ten minutes later, as he had promised, but
no longer in that ridiculous uniform. Pablo was now wearing a tight vest
which was filled with his 44 inch chest, and skinny jeans which were snug
round his 26 inch waist. No wonder they couldn't find a uniform to fit
him. He'd brought a bin bag with him, and set about filling it with the
discarded cartons and cans. As he bent down to pick up the litter I was
captivated by the view of his trim little arse.

	"I heard that boy you had in here last night. Was he a virgin?"
What! Well, I guess Tommy had been quite loud when I fucked him. "I try to
be a bit more discreet." He was smiling at me again, and I felt my heart
melt. He fished in his jeans pocket and produced a new packet of extra
strong condoms. "I guess you've used all yours by now." He said as he
handed them to me. I hadn't, but it is amazing how easy it is to establish
consent with a little piece of rubber. I took them from him, dropped them
on the bed, and then cupping his chin in my right hand I leaned in and
kissed him. His lips parted, and as my tongue met his I grasped his arse
cheeks with my left. God they were firm. Pure muscle. He obviously worked
out a lot.

	He dropped to his knees, pulled open the bath robe I was wearing,
and as my dick sprang up to meet him his mouth enveloped it. Pablo was no
virgin, and he knew exactly what he liked. He liked cock. I stroked his
black hair as he fed on my meat, and he used his hands to pull my arse
cheeks apart. Then he placed a finger on my hole. "No" I whispered, firmly.

	"You're a top only?" He had taken his mouth from my dick and was
looking up into my eyes. "That's okay, I love being the bottom." He took
one last lick of my cock head and stood up. In less than a second he had
his vest off and was pulling down his jeans. "I can't be long. My Mother
will expect me home before she goes to work." He stepped to the bedside
table, rested his hands on it with his arms straight, and arched his
back. His feet were slightly apart, and his cheeks parted to reveal his
pink little hole. I picked up the tube of lube from the bed stand, ripped
open a condom, and approached my Spanish boy.

	Pablo threw his head back as I reached him. "Take me deep" he said,
and having slid the rubber on and squirted a good dollop of lube onto the
end of it I grasped his hips with both hands and pushed into him. His
sphincter was tight, but he was obviously used to this - practiced - and he
managed to relax it without my usual fingering first. I just drove straight
into him, no gentle easing in like I had with Tommy. He turned his head
sideways and our mouths met as I plunged deep, deep, deep into his arse. He
moaned gently, obviously getting great pleasure from the length of my cock
and the kneading of his prostate that it achieved. "Oh, yes," he
gasped. "Harder, deeper. Take me." I felt his body begin to shudder, almost
imperceptible to start with, but then fiercer, until I thought he might
break free from my grip. "Yeah, baby!" as he reached his climax and once
again the room was sprayed with boy-cum while my own was delivered safely
into its secret place.

	He wasn't joking about having to be quick. As soon as he had cum he
wiped himself down, pulled on his clothes, and - "Ciao" - kissed me and was
out the door.



7 Good bye boss.

	When I got back to the yacht later that morning I was refreshed,
but hadn't had anything like the amount of sleep I had wanted. The crew
were up having coffee, and the skipper was on his mobile phone in a heated
discussion with his business partner. "Can't you do anything right" he
shouted into the phone so that whole harbour could hear "I guess I'll have
to fly home and sort it out myself."

	It turned out a big order hadn't been met, and the buyer was
getting jumpy because the boss wasn't even around to deal with. He'd seen
me in action on the first race, and the next ten days were to be mostly
doing maintenance on the boat, and a gentle cruise-in-company round to
Oporto so he decided I could manage that, and he flew home, promising to
return before the start of the second race.

	Wow. I was now Master of the vessel, and on a par with all the
other captains in the fleet, even if mine was one of the smallest of the
tall ships. I would go to all the receptions and dinners laid on by the
host ports, and have a swell time. Actually, it was going to be damn hard
work, as the stitching had come adrift on the main sail and getting that
off, repairing it, and bending it back on the boom was no small feat.

	The rest of the crew were obviously intent of partying the whole
time we were in port, both here at La Coruna and when we got to Oporto, but
that was fine. I was being paid to do the work, and several of them were
really willing to help with the heavy lifting jobs during the early
afternoon - so long as they could sleep until noon, and go out after supper
to visit the bigger ships where there were all sorts of gatherings. We
wrestled with the main sail, getting it off the boom, laid it out on the
foredeck, and I spent two days going over it, inch by inch, re-stitching
wherever there were weaknesses. By the third day I was happy it was
complete, and we then had to wrestle with it again to get it back on the
boom. The boys striped off to the waist, and were glistening in the sun as
they sweated, but it eventually went into place. Next I wanted to go out
and sail, to check I'd got the tension right in the clew outhaul. I
announced that we'd be leaving La Coruna in the morning and suggested the
crew got a (reasonably) early night. My words fell on deaf ears, and when I
turned in at 11pm there was still no sign of the others.



8 The Russian, again.

	I woke early, crept on deck to avoid waking the crew and walked up
to the toilets to get in early before the hordes. I saw my Russian friend
walking along the quay towards the MIR; I whistled gently and he turned
round. Seeing me he smiled and ran back. "Have you had much luck tonight?"
I asked. He shook his head and looked sad. We went into the toilet block,
and within a few moments were naked under the hot jet of one of the
showers. He'd become more adventurous since I first took his cherry, and he
now wanted to use his tongue to explore everything I had. He started on my
nipples, then went to my arm pits, and finally down to my arse. I'm not
particularly in to rimming, but I wasn't going to stop him. He wriggled his
tongue into my hole, and I could barely contain myself. His arms reached
round and he grasped my rock hard cock and began wanking me. I felt him
stand up behind me and turned to face him.

	"Can I fuck you?" he asked. I shook my head. Why is it that these
boys want to be inside me, when all I want is to be inside them? I put my
hands on his shoulders and started to turn him away from me. "Okay!" he
whispered, and bending slightly forward he arched his back and, putting his
hands to his cheeks, I pulled them apart so I could access his hole. I
quickly slipped on a condom and squeezed a bit of lube on a finger which I
smeared on his puckering hole. I grasped his hips and entered him hard and
fast. I thrust myself into him, almost pushing him over, and as his knees
gave way under my onslaught he subsided to the floor. I followed him down,
and hammered into his upturned arse doggy style for a while. Then we
slipped apart and he stood up again. He motioned for me to sit on the stool
that was in the cubicle and, face to face, he lowered himself onto me
again. I slipped into him easily now, and he wrapped his legs round my
waist as we kissed. I stood up, holding him in my embrace and pushed him up
against the opposite wall where I continued to thrust into him. He was
moaning gently, and had his mouth locked on to mine, but then he seemed to
want to change his position so I let his legs drop to the floor and we
parted. He gripped his cock and started to wank himself furiously until he
spurted what seemed like litres of cum all over me. Then he knelt down and
started to lick me clean. "I like being fucked, but I prefer it when I do
the fucking" he whispered in my ear. "Maybe we could have a threesome with
one of your crew and you could fuck me while I fuck him?" I visualized
Tommy and thought that was a really hot idea. I hadn't yet cum, and he went
down on me again as I imagined him fucking Tommy's tight little hole: I
came in seconds!!



9 sailing to Oporto.

	I got back to the yacht and put on the kettle. Once the coffee was
brewed and the aroma filled the saloon the guys started waking. Tommy
climbed out of his bunk wearing nothing but his briefs and I felt an
instant stirring in my groin. He winked at me and I had to turn away. By
noon we had fed and slipped our mooring. We motored out of the harbour and
got into clear water before hoisting sail. I adjusted the main sail until I
was happy - it was better rigged now than before. My plan was to make a 30
hour over night passage and then stop off at Vigo for a day. Several other
skippers had said they were doing the same thing, so we'd have company
which pleased the crew and there was talk of a barbeque on the beach the
following night.

	The crew were split into watches, so that they could get time to
sleep, but also the boat would have someone awake all the time to steer and
trim the sails. I took the morning watch: 4a.m. to 8a.m. It would mean I
would be able to watch the dawn which is always my favourite time of
day. Tommy was due to stand watch with me, so although I'd been up since
about 2a.m. I woke him at 3.50 to give him time to dress and come up on
deck. I handed over, pointing out the various lights that could still be
seen ashore, and on passing vessels, and then went down to fill in the log
and make a cup of tea. I made one for Tommy as well, and went back on deck.

	Dawn has much more subtle colours compared to sunset. By 4.30 there
was a perceptible lightening of the sky but the horizon wasn't clearly
defined until about 5, and the sun finally broke over the Spanish mainland
about 7. The others were all fast asleep, partly due to too many late
nights, but also because I had reefed heavily the night before and so we
were sailing very gently in the light winds. Better to be safe than sorry,
and we weren't racing.

	The appearance of the sun seemed to lossen Tommy's tongue. Not that
he hadn't been attentive when it was his turn to steer, or fill in the log;
just that he hadn't been particularly talkative. But now he came up close
beside me at the wheel and said "I fucked Chris the other night."

	I paused, trying to visualise the encounter. "Where?"

	"Up his arse!"

	"No, I mean where were you? At a club?"

	"No, on board. You were snoring your head off, and the others were
all ashore."

	Chris was something of an emo: dyed black hair and skinny. (Think
Dylan Scouville) I'd not lusted after him, I'd even assumed he was straight
and not hoped he wasn't as was the way with most of the guys, but now that
Tommy had told me about their fling - in my very presence even if I had
been asleep - I suddenly began to think of Chris in a new light. He might
not be my ideal type, but he was kind of cute and had an even cuter arse.

	"How did it happen?"

	"I'm not telling you all the details so you can have a wank over
us."

	"Spoil sport.

	"But ..." he paused and lent in close "... Chris has got a real
crush on you. He told me he's been lusting over you ever since he joined
the crew in Southampton. He really goes for young daddies. Why don't we
plan a threesome?" Another offer of a threesome, again involving Tommy. I
was in a silent reverie whilst I contemplated the possibilities, and then I
heard someone light the gas to make coffee.

	Vigo was uneventful, though I did find myself paying more attention
to Chris, and once, when we were on our own, I quizzed him about Tommy?s
suggestion.

	"I hear you want to have a threesome with me and Tommy?"

	Chris gasped, shocked at how forward I'd been, and he blushed
beautifully. Then he recovered himself. "Well I don't mind if Tommy's with
us." Now it was my turn to be taken aback - well a little bit - and I
wasn't going to turn down a cutie like Chris even if he wasn't physically
quite in Tommy's league: an eight not a ten in my eyes.

	"We'll need to find somewhere private."

	"Aren't you planning to book an hotel room again in Oporto?" I
hadn't been, but it didn't seem like a bad idea.

	"I will. And we'll get together a party pack of young studs."

	"Okay. But you fuck me first." I nodded my agreement and smiled in
anticipation.



10 The Oporto orgy.

	I'd found a small cheap hotel on gaywelcome.com and told the
Vladimir - Russian lad - about it when I saw him in the toilet block in the
morning. So come early evening Tommy, Chris, Vladimir (yes, like Putin, but
way cooler and way gayer) and I settled in with a Chinese takeaway and a
case of beer.

	It was all rather odd to start with. We all knew why we were there,
but it seemed unseemly to make a move on any one while there were the other
two watching. Eventually Vlad broke the ice.

	"Are the rest of the boys on your crew gay?"

	It was the 'all western men are gay' theory, and we soon put him
right.

	"Well I'm glad you three are." We all smiled at him, and Tommy got
up and gave him a kiss. It was just a peck on the lips, but he paused,
pecked again, and then they locked mouths. Soon Vlad's hands were pulling
at Tommy's T-shirt, and then I lost sight of them as Chris had come over to
me and plumped himself on my lap, knees either side of my hips, face to
face.

	"Stop watching them and start fucking me," he demanded. "You can
have them for dessert, but I'm your main course."

	I pulled his shirt over his head and he threw it on to the
floor. He had 'Go Hard or Go Home' tattooed across the top of his chest,
and while I don't have any ink myself I found it really sexy on him. What's
more, the invitation to 'Go Hard' was just what I had in mind. My hands
went to his skinny arse - all bone, unlike the muscular meat on Tommy's
rear - but I knew it was going to be a delight once I took full
possession. He leaned back so that I could unbuckle his belt and unbutton
his jeans, and then stood up to remove them. He grabbed my hands and pulled
me up, then knelt in front of me to unbutton my fly and help me out of my
chinos. I had my shirt off whilst he was getting me to step out of the
legs, and then I swept him up in my arms and laid him on the bed.

	I could see that Vlad's tongue was working on Tommy's shaft whilst
he was fingering his butt, but then my attention again went to
Chris. Kneeling on the bed between his legs I ran my tongue up first one
thigh, then the other, and finally I enveloped his dick. It was small -
only 6 inches even when rock hard - but it tasted sweet. I wanted this boy,
and I wanted him now. We had the whole night to lick and nibble and tease,
but I wanted to fuck his brains out.

	Lifting Chris' legs onto my shoulders I moved up the bed. I looked
into his dark eyes, and he nodded agreement. With his right hand he guided
my big cock to his tight little rosebud hole, while his left hand pushed
against the bed to lift his hips higher and make my entry easier. I made
one hard long thrust forward, popped straight past his sphincter and deep
into his arse, and he let out a loud, deep "Argh!" I knew he wanted me,
("Yeah!") so I didn't stop, ("Harder!") I just pounded deeper and deeper
into his butt.

	I felt movement to my side, and realised Tommy had climbed on the
bed beside me. He crawled up and straddled Chris' face, pushing his dick
into Chris' mouth. "That'll stop his moaning," he said over his shoulder,
and started pumping his hips. Vlad had also joined us, and he had started
his attack on Chris' dick with his tongue. Although Chris had his mouth
full, his moans of delight continued and crescendoed till I knew he was
filling Vlad's mouth with cum. Tommy too was nearing his orgasm and pulled
out of Chris' mouth to cover his face. Who was I not to join in. I slid out
of Chris' arse and covered Vlad, who just kept on sucking as my spunk
dripped down his ears and onto his chin.



11 The boys in the bar

	We all subsided, exhausted from our exertions, and then Chris said
"I need to clean upŁ so we went through to the bath room and
showered. It was awkward with four of us trying to get to the jet of warm
water, but hands continued to explore bodies, and soon we had all freshened
up. We went back into the bed room, and I'm not whose idea it was but we
decided to dress and go down to the hotel's small bar for a drink.

	When we got to the bar we found there quite a few guys, sitting on
the stools at the bar and drinking cool lagers. They turned, and while some
of them smiled and started looking us up and down, most turned back to
their drinks. One guy in particular - sat seperate from the others -
couldn't take his eyes off Vladimir and I turned to look at Vlad's face,
which was a picture of horror subsiding into relief and then glee.

	Nikolay turned out to be one of Vlad's ship-mates aboard MIR but of
course with the strongly homophobic culture on the ship engendered by the
first officer they hadn't displayed anything overtly gay whilst on
board. Niko got up from his stool and walked over to us while Tommy and
Chris went to the bar and started ordering drinks.

	"Chto dy zdes delayesh?" [What are you doing here?]

	Vlad smirked, and gestured towards me and the others. "He's got a
room here. We've been up there having a party. What about you?"

	"Oh I was just going for a walk and decided to stop in here for a
drink." Niko was back to pretending, but it was a silly attempt at
deceit. There were rainbow flags outside, and huge pictures of male nudes
all over the walls.

	"Really! Well in that case you can buy me a drink," was Vlad's
response.

	"Too late" called Tommy who had two glasses in his hands and handed
one to me and one to Vlad. We propped up the bar, talking. Vlad and Niko
rattled on to each other in Russian, Tommy got chatted up by a Portuguese
student called Riccardo, while Chris kept his arm tight round my waist. It
became obvious that he had decided I was his man, and indeed we stayed
together well into the autumn before we finally split up. But that night he
only had eyes for me.

	The rest of the crowd in the bar had drifted off, and eventually
Vlad came over to where Chris and I were sitting. "Is it okay if Nikolay
comes upstairs to sleep?"

	"Oh, of course." I'd been eyeing him up and despite Chris'
possessive attitude towards me I had decided I wanted to pop his cherry.

	"And Riccardo?" added Tommy.

	"The more the merrier."

	The bar tender who had just about finished wiping down, washing up
and putting away looked over. "Six in a bed? You'll break it." I paused. He
was right, we were rather over extending our welcome, after all I'd only
paid for a double. "You can use the pent-suite if you like - provided I can
join in."

	It was a deal. The seven of us took the lift to the fifth floor
where Alberto the bar boy unlocked the door of the pent-suite. Inside was a
large lounge with three leather sofas and double doors leading left and
right into large bedrooms. Each had its own en-suite, but one had a sauna
whilst the other had a Jacuzzi.



12 Orgy, part two.

	It didn't take long for the seven of us to get naked. Chris and I
filled the Jacuzzi and settled ourselves in there whilst the others fired
up the Sauna, realised it would take at least half an hour to get even
warm, and came and joined us. 'Limbs everywhere' is all I can say to
describe the melee that ensued. Chris was grabbed by Alberto who had
obviously been eyeing him all night and had him pinned against the edge of
the bath in seconds. I grabbed Niko who had that rather terrified
expression of the first timer who knows that this is what he's wanted all
his life, but now that it's actually happening is not so confident. Vlad
came with him, and had him bent over ready to be spit roasted before I
realised quite which end I was going to take. Vlad started rimming Niko, so
I pulled his mouth to my cock which he just stared at, but as Vlad's tongue
started exploring his other end his mouth opened in delighted surprise and
I pushed my dick past his cherry red lips. His tongue was soon working its
magic, and I looked up to see Chris looking at me while Alberto fucked his
arse. He blew me a kiss, and I smiled, knowing I'd be sleeping in his arms
later, but for now I had other boys to work.

	I saw Vlad stand up and prepare to shove his dick up Niko's arse,
so I pulled Niko upright, kissed him, and then lent over his shoulder to
kiss Vlad. Then I pushed Niko's head back down onto my dick. Tommy joined
us, so I slipped out of Niko's mouth and pushed him on to Tommy's
cock. Alberto was still ploughing Chris so I went round to them, eased my
middle finger into Alberto's arse, and raised my eyebrows. He nodded and I
positioned myself behind him, bending my knees and then easing my cock head
into his hole. It was obviously what he needed, because as I straighted my
legs and sank my full nine inches into him his head went back in a silent
scream and I felt his whole body shudder as he shot his load into Chris.

	I realised Riccardo wasn't with us. Slipping out of Alberto's arse,
and grabbing Chris by the hand, I led him out of that bathroom, through the
lounge, and on to the Sauna. Riccardo was in it, looking oddly
angelic. "What's up?" he asked.

	"Are you okay?"

	"Yeah! Tommy's great isn't he? I just needed to rest a little after
such an intense flip flop fuck."

	"Okay. Come back through when you?re ready."

	"No don't go. It's getting hot in here now. I'll go and join the
others and leave you two to yourselves."

	Chris looked at me, then went over to Riccardo who had stood up and
was looking for his towel. "Don't go on our account. I think John wants to
have you with us." Chris' hand went to Riccardo's cock and started fondling
it. I stepped up to them and placed a hand on each perfect arse, trying to
decide which to do first. Chris decided for me: "I want to watch you fuck
him first, then you can watch him fuck me."

	With that Chris moved to one of the benches and sat on it. Riccardo
turned to face me, and as our lips met the hand I already had positioned on
his arse started feeling for his hole. I brought my right hand to his left
nipple and pinched it gently. He smiled at that, and then gasped as my left
forefinger found its mark and entered him. He was already quite relaxed
back there from Tommy's ministrations earlier, so there was no need to
spend time massaging him open. I swung him round, bent him over Chris lap
where he started slurping at Chris' dick, and shoved myself up him.