The Voyage, part 2 January 2002
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It was fair to say that I was confused. I was 18, on board a ship on the first real journey on my own in my life, and a black giant called Joe had just brought me to a mind-busting orgasm with a massage that had left me with his huge thumb stuck deep in my pulsating ass, and more come than I thought I possessed flooded onto his bunk in a hot cabin in the bowels of a ship bound for Barcelona from Cape Town. And I'd never had any real sexual experience before, with men or women.
In fact all my upbringing told me there was only one option - find a nice girl and settle down. I was sure that this would happen, and I'd never really questioned why I'd never been more motivated to try to make this happen. I'd matured late and been told I had a low sex drive. Well I wasn't so sure anymore. I felt guilty at the new emotions that had taken over at Joe's hands, and though he'd ended the session with a deep kiss that seemed so natural that I couldn't remember anything more right, a wave of old conditioning and the expectations of my family came welling back almost instantly, and embarrassed, I pulled on my clothes roughly, hiding the come as best I could, thanked him and more or less ran back to my own cabin to shower and clean myself.
Joe said nothing as I left, not condemning or condoning, neither smiling nor frowning. With quiet dignity he pulled the sarong over his thick black pole that minutes before had grazed my ass cheeks and sent shockwaves through my body.
As I stood under the shower, the pounding water emphasised the tension which had rushed back into my shoulder muscles, I realised I was trembling, shaking and then as I scrubbed myself again and again with the soap to clean off the bittersweet cum, I was sobbing. Something as deep as the orgasm I'd felt earlier was surfacing and I just let it happen - repression and the shock of something so deep, something that felt so natural yet that I had no idea was inside me - and that I had so enjoyed and found so easy to sink into - were fighting inside me, each vying for acceptance.
I couldn't do anything but let the alternating waves of guilt and acceptance wash over me, through me and out of me, until I felt empty and sore headed and there were no more thoughts. And then I knew what I had to do.
I knocked on the closed door when I got back to Joe's cabin, but there was no answer. I knocked again. My heart sank and my bravery was starting to ebb, but I knocked a third time and this time I heard him call me to enter.
He was sitting on his bed with what looked like a string cat's cradle in his hands, a book that he had obviously been studying lay open beside him. I shyly entered the room and opened my mouth to speak, but he interrupted me with a smile - "I wanted to give you time to go If you weren't ready to return" he said, referring to his delay in asking me to enter. "Are you sure you want to be here?" he asked without judgement, his eyes reading the anxiety in my face. My heart was pounding, but I managed to apologise and say that I was sure I wanted to come back, and I thanked him for giving me something so special. I had learned more about myself in the last two hours than I could have imagined. He was wearing a different sarong, and he smelt of soap, so I assumed he had showered as I had - hopefully without so much drama. "Come see the Eskimo run into his igloo," he said, and patted the bed beside him. I wondered what he was talking about but sat down next to him. The bed bowed in the middle and rolled us towards each other slightly. I found my leg was touching his, my calves contrasting with his dark sculpted calves. He held up the string figure in his hands to me and moved them his fingers.
"See - there's the Eskimo on the left. He's being chased by a polar bear and he's going to dive into the igloo on the right. Watch."
Sure enough a jerky little string Eskimo (a little imagination here) moved across to the right and disappeared into the door of the igloo. Unbelievable. I looked at him with a smile of wonder on my face. All I could say was "Why !?"
Joe said that the Eskimos used these string figures to illustrate the stories they told to wile away the long northern nights. And he used it for much the same purpose. I flipped through the book and saw indeed that many of the figures could be appropriate for hunting stories and the like. They required concentration, some requiring many hundreds of moves. "Come, I'll show you one."
With some scepticism, but really just loving the closeness of his defined body, his beautifully full pecs with their cherry nipples sitting over his tight velvet stomach, I took the string he gave me and tried to follow the elaborate moves to make a parachute. "This one's easy" he said, but try as I may, I just didn't seem to be able to copy his moves. I was starting to sweat at the "exertion" in the hot cabin. Joe saw the beads on my brow beginning to form and told me to make myself comfortable. I took off my shirt, and then with a little hesitation, my shorts, and sat down next to him in just my clean skivvies. He smiled the most comforting smile, and I kind of snuggled against him, aware of a tingling in my groin. I willed myself to suppress it, not wanting to jeopardise the situation if that wasn't what he wanted given my earlier behaviour, but Joe, sensing what I was thinking gave me a knowing look and rubbed his shoulder against mine in a conspiratorial way to say that whatever happened was just fine, and I relaxed.
We started again on the string parachute, but I was just missing some crucial point and mine ended up as a tangled spider web. "No, no" Joe said with mild exasperation. "How can we do this - here, come sit here on my lap and I'll make it right in front of your eyes." He was sitting upright on the bed with his back against a cushion on the wall. I saw what he meant - he wanted me to straddle him facing in the same direction so he could guide my hands like you might with a kid to show it how to clap, or take its hands to point to something. I managed to kneel on the bed with my legs straddling his, really sitting in his lap. He put his arms around me and guided me with the string, our hands working together. I was aware of the curve of his pecs against my back and I could feel his nipples grazing my shoulders. His cheek grazed against mine and his strong thick biceps slid over mine as he manipulated my hands. I sank back against him as much as could, trying not to put too much pressure on his legs. My legs were spread quite wide, my skivvies beginning to ride into my ass crack, and I was aware of the closeness of his beautiful dick to my butt. As I moved, my briefs grazed that sensitive area between my splayed legs and I thought I felt a further pressure on my butt that was nothing to do with me.
I moved my hips back towards Joe, and felt the unmistakeable pressure of his pole between my ass, a growing pressure that set my ass crack tingling, and made me do an involuntary slow shimmy of my hips. Joe untangled the string and let it fall to the floor. He brought his arms together around my chest and hugged me gently back towards him. I wrapped my arms around his and hugged him to me. Gently he started to play with my nipples, which until this evening I had not thought had any feeling in them. He brushed them gently and sighed a soft "Nice..." as they filled and hardened under his touch. I was surprised at how sensitive they were, but my attention was taken up by the soft thrusting of his hips beneath my ass, the growing mass of his cock seemed to fill my ass crack, edging forward and upwards with every movement till I could feel the head of it touching my balls through my white briefs, sending a tingling sensation through my crotch.
My cock was raging to escape at this point, but I still couldn't see his cock, just feel the expanding and lengthening mass of it beneath me. Keeping the same thrusting motion I looked down to see the huge smooth pink head of his cock peeking out just past the mound in my underwear, a drop of pre-cum glistening on the end. It just kept growing and growing until it protruded beyond the huge bulge in my pants by a full four inches straining upwards. It was more than two inches across, pulsing as it filled with blood to a peak of engorgement sending electric tingles through my balls and stomach. I could feel the upward pressure and motion on my ass and I clenched my ass cheeks together rhythmically to get the fullest sensation from the huge rod drilling between them, wanting this to go on forever.
Joe rotated his body so that he was lying on his side on the bed, taking me with him so that I was on top of him, his huge prick still stuffed between my ass cheeks and beyond my own bulge. He hooked my skivvies down releasing my dick which slapped up to my chest, leaving a big drop of shining pre-cum there, curving up as hard as it had ever been, so hard and pulsing with expectation that it wasn't even touching my body. In the same motion he lost his sarong and turned on his side. I gave myself up to the pleasure of feeling his whole body against mine, both of us slowly writhing and grinding as his huge tube fucked powerfully between my legs.
His hands worked my nipples gently, titillating them until I was in a frenzy. He licked my ear and my shoulder muscles - all areas of new sensation for me. He was giving me so much and I was just taking it. I wanted to return some of this pleasure before the exquisite grinding between my legs brought me to orgasm. I put my hands behind me and caressed his stomach, over his bulging pecs until I found those nipples, hard but giving to my touch. He moaned as I caressed them, rolling them between my fingers, at first gently then harder as it became obvious from his deep groans and increased thrusting that he loved this attention. His cock was now fully erect and the pressure between my thighs from its strong upward curving was making it difficult for me to control myself. We were both writhing together, making powerful grinding movements against each other, the feeling between my legs one of crazy sensation that spread down the insides of my thighs and up through my stomach and chest..
Joe rolled onto his back, me still pinioned on his dick which was poking through my legs and arching over my own dick. He clenched his butt, lifting me off the bed, and then with a deep groan of pleasure and exertion and a mighty thrust, a huge gush of jism flew from his pulsing dick. It splashed on my chest and my face, then another mighty spurt, stronger than the first, then another and another until my face and chest were covered in his thick white man milk. I couldn't control myself - my nipples of their own accord started to tingle with my own imminent orgasm, and without touching my dick my balls exploded with a powerful spurts of come. I just gave myself up to the repeated electric surging of my own orgasm until I thought I would pass out, all the while Joe's twitching rod adding to the fantastic sensation between my legs.
In the quiet that followed, Joe handed me his sarong to wipe off the love juice that was dripping from me, kissing my neck and shoulders as I did so. We turned onto our sides and lay there, Joe's arms around me, both exhausted and satiated from the heat and the lust of our encounter, snuggling and moving gently against each other until we fell asleep.
----------------------------------- That wasn't the end of the journey, either. I met a few more of the crew. Let me know if you would like to read more.
Dan at pav12321@hotmail.com