The Voyage, part 3 January 2002
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Two days ago, as an 18 year old away from home for the first time, I'd had no experience of male sex and some very guilty feelings. A single evening of deeply satisfying sex with Joe, a tall black crew member on a boat bound for Barcelona, had changed all that.
*** I made my way down to Joe's cabin, deep in the bowels of the ship, after dinner. The ship was approaching the Equator, and the tropics were living up to their name, although, in the evening especially there was a somewhat cooling breeze. I had on a white T-shirt and with a rugby top over it, khaki shorts and sandals. I tell you all this for a reason which will become clear later.
I knocked on the door and stepped inside when Joe's gentle voice beckoned me. I was surprised and I must say disappointed to see that he had a visitor. I had seen him before and then I recognised as one of the junior officers. He was a good-looking man of about 27, slightly shorter than me, with an athletic body that was broader than mine. My first guess was that he might be from India, but it turned out that Rafi was Turkish. He stood up to greet me, a dazzling smile full of energy parting his full lips, "Please call me Raf." A small dark moustache and neat black curly hair set off the whiteness of his teeth. He was dressed in an open white shirt over a low-cut red vest that outlined his smooth pecs and nipples, and white shorts. His arms - and of his body I could see apart from his face - was covered in a soft downy black hair. It didn't disguise his natural muscularity, but softened the lines of his limbs, giving him a very agreeable warmth somehow.
I noticed that a small table had appeared in Joe's cabin, and that there was a deck of cards on it. Joe sat on his bed, and there were two other chairs in the cabin, one of which was occupied by Rafi. "We've been expecting you", said Joe, "we were hoping you would you like to join us for a couple of hands." It was a fair assumption. Joe had, in a sense, liberated desires in me that I had suppressed for many years - I wanted to be with him. And Raf seemed like a really nice bloke. If Joe thought this was going to be an agreeable way to spend the evening, then I didn't want to be anywhere else.
"We're playing poker," said Rafi, " have you played before?" I told him that I knew the rules, and had played a few times. "We'll help you if you get stuck, but we're only playing for fun. Here's a box of matches for stakes." Wow, tough gamblers, I thought - playing for matches! Still I didn't have money to burn, so I was happy to use the alternative.
Raf and Joe were great company - and we were joking about how brave we all were with matches. The first couple of rounds saw fairly even gains and we seemed to be well matched. Then in a great display of bluff, Sev cleaned Joe and me out. We accused him of cheating of course, and he laughed and said that the least he could do was to get us all a drink. He put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it like an old friend, telling me that I was doing OK, and then he disappeared to get some beers.
Joe smiled and pulled me over to him and we hugged each other, recalling the pleasures of the day before. He said he was pleased I was there, and we sat down to play a hand of 21s until Raf returned. And return he did, with a cooler bag packed with ice and beers. We cheered and applauded to show our appreciation. "Back to work, boys", he said. And we redistributed the stakes, cracked some beers and went back to our poker game.
After a few more beers, Raf cleaned us out again, his young-looking face smiling in mock self-congratulation. "What can I say, boys, I'm just too good for you!"
With tongue in cheek, Joe said that he never tried too hard when the stakes were so low. I jokingly agreed and said that I wasn't about to stake my family mansion on the game.
"What about the family jewels?" said Raf. It took me several minutes to work this out...
" Do you mean strip poker?" I asked.
Raf leaned back and stretched his boy wrestler's body. "Yea," he said, " Joe - what do you say?"
Joe looked at me, winked and smiled reassuringly and then reached for three more beers. " I think the boy is ready for it!" and we clinked bottles and settled down for some serious play.
Of course, the mention of strip poker added a tingle to the atmosphere, but we were all fully dressed at this point, and were concentrating on the game. I don't know what the others were thinking, though I had a feeling I might find out soon, but for myself, I was excited by the anticipation of what might happen, and my cock stirred a little as we started the first hand...which I won! Raf and Joe removed their shoes.
"Lucky guy!" said Raf.
"Shit hot gambler, if you ask me!" I said.
Joe smiled and stretched his big frame without getting up, a small shimmy and thrust of his hips as he settled back down. I won the next hand, and their socks came off, Raf turning the procedure into a mock striptease, turning sideways on the chair to raise one leg after another as he removed his socks. I couldn't help noticing that he had superb calf muscles, beautifully defined and covered with that soft dark hair. They blended with his slim, muscular thighs which disappeared into his white uniform shorts. His pants reached almost to mid thigh, but I caught a glimpse of red beneath them, and could make out a healthy tube of flesh down the left side through the material, though I still wasn't completely sure about his sexuality.
Some concerted effort (and luck) on Raf's part meant that I lost my sandals and my top - I was sitting there in T shirt and shorts, while Joe lost his shirt and shorts, ending up in his T shirt and boxers. I was aware of the pressure of my T shirt on my nipples which seemed to have a mind of their own. They were tingling pleasurably and very visible through the soft cotton, maybe helped a little by the booze at that point. I inadvertently passed my hands over them to increase the sensation. Raf seemed to have noticed, and whether to show some empathy or simply because of his own needs, passed his hands over his own chest, lingering and rubbing his prominent tits through the red cloth of his low vest. Then, unmistakeably, but in a natural way, his hand stroked down his stomach and over the tube in his shorts.
Joe looked over at me and smiled, and I saw the bulge in his boxers twitch. My dick was now filling my briefs, trying to escape, and I was half praying that I would have a chance to let it subside before I lost my shorts. The beer and the heat in the cabin was doing a great job of relaxing me though, and apart from a slight worry about not knowing exactly how Rafi was likely to react, I was enjoying the increasingly charged situation a lot.
We decided to play "desperate" rules, where the winner gets to choose who, among the losers, loses what. This would help to even things up as we got down to fewer clothes. I won the next hand and decided Rafi needed to lose his top. I just wanted to see that chest of his, and those erect nipples. Rafi looked a bit flustered and then confessed that his top was actually part of a wrestling singlet, and that they would have to count as undershorts as well. We agreed that he should just drop the straps and peel it down to his waist. He did so, revealing a thin trail of soft black hair up his otherwise smooth and defined olive torso. Where it reached his chest it blossomed into a small tree of soft curls on his pecs - I guess I must have stared a bit too long because he winked at me and brushed his hand over them, grazing his tits.
Well luck was on my side, and I won the next round. This time Joe lost his T-shirt and Rafi lost his shorts. Joe's tool was edging gently down the left leg of his boxers, and he gave a small stretch and a shudder as drank in the charged atmosphere. Rafi was sitting there now in the bottom of his wrestling singlet looking very cute, like a college wrestler between bouts. I asked him about the singlet and he said wrestling was his hobby, and some of the crew would give him bouts. He asked me if I wrestled and I told him I didn't but I had done some judo and wouldn't mind learning. He told me he would show me some moves if I wanted, and I said I would like to, but first we had a game to finish. He agreed enthusiastically, leaning back in his chair to give us both a look at the tube stuffed down one leg of his pants, smiling broadly all the while.
Rafi suggested double or quits as well as the "desperate" rules, because I was in danger of keeping too many clothes on. Joe seconded the suggestion and I had to go with the majority vote. Joe won that round and immediately grinned at me and said the T-shirt and the pants please. So that was it. My inhibitions were just about all gone, but I was still a little shy to show my calvins with a raging hard-on trying to escape from the waist band. However, I had no choice. I pulled my T shirt off slowly, and my body seemed to be sensitised all over judging by the sensations this caused. The room was warm now and removing the shirt was most welcome. I undid the buttons of my pants and slid them down my legs trying to hide my bulging crotch, but as I lifted my butt to take my pants off, the pressure sent a delicious surge of pre-cum juice through my cock to form a big wet patch on the white cotton. I glanced at Joe's huge bulge - it was the same, and then at Rafi - the same! All three of us with a giveaway wet patch of warm sex juice growing in our shorts.
We looked at each other breathlessly and that could almost have been the end of the card game there and then. But Rafi said, "One last round, and the winner gets to choose forfeits for everybody." I dealt the cards quickly, with shaking hands...I was really shivering with lust now, just wanting to touch someone, something warm and slippery.
Rafi won easily. He leaned back in his chair and said, "Dan, show me how well you can service Joe's dick with your mouth. I'm going to show you something you might like...and if you don't, just tell me when to stop." I didn't really listen to the last bit - I knew Joe wouldn't let Rafi hurt me - and I leaned over the table to try something I had never done before, but that I wanted to do more than anything I could think of at that exact moment.
I licked the tip of Joe's dick protruding from his boxers. It was quite erect, but held by the material. I hooked my fingers into the waist band and pulled them off. Joe quivered as his dick was finally released from the confining material. I just knew what I had to do and I licked his balls, from his perineum to the base of his dick. He moaned in ecstasy and this spurred me to lick up his amazing shaft and then around the groove in his the glorious helmet. Finally I took his dick in my mouth, trying to get as much in as possible. I wanted to bury it down my throat, but of course I couldn't...however it was coated in slimy spit when I took it out to lick the head once more. Joe was moving his head from side to side with pleasure at my attention, his hands on my shoulders, at once encouraging, but also to control me. I put my hands up to his tits and Joe just about lost control as I worked his nipples, giving deep rhythmical thrusts of his hips to bury his dick as deep in my throat as possible.
Then the most incredible thing happened, and I don't know how or why, but I took a deep breath and Joe's dick just cleared all obstacles in my throat and buried itself to the hilt. The feeling for me was incredible - this massive fuck tube filling my mouth and throat. The feeling for Joe must have been great too. He kept twitching his hips forward to make the most of this fantastic feeling and let out a groan from somewhere deep in his body. I pulled out, took a breath and then swallowed him again. I don't think either of us could believe what was happening and how good it felt. Then just when I didn't think things could get any better, I felt Rafi gently easing my briefs off. He started to caress my ass and I bent my body to give him the best access possible.
He must have put a pillow on the table and placed it under me because the next thing I knew, I was bent over the small table, my mouth doing incredible things to the slick black beauty in front of me, while Rafi was starting to drive me wild by massaging my butt cheeks, pulling them apart, squeezing them and pulling them further apart. And then...I almost came immediately and will never know how I controlled myself, I suddenly felt the most incredibly pleasurable sensation in my ass. I looked around to see Rafi with his tongue buried up my chute, probing, licking, invading. I really couldn't believe how it good it was feeling - and that anyone could do that! My cock felt that it was going to explode, but I wanted to do one thing first - I wanted Joe to come and it didn't take long. With a tremendous grunt, he pulled his cock out of my accommodating mouth and shot a load straight at me. Some went into my mouth - the first cum I had ever tasted, and it was sweet and warm. I swallowed it greedily urging him to shoot the rest into my waiting mouth. But this man had too much cum to be contained by my mouth and his massive tube sprayed my face and my neck until I was washed with his thick cum, and I loved it.
All the while Rafi was working on my fuck hole, and I was gyrating my ass wildly to get his tongue deeper into it, such was the incredible crazy tingling. At some point in this delirious experience he placed his well- lubricated finger up my chute and tormented me further with this new and indescribable feeling. The pressure on my tube increased and I realised afterwards that he had inserted a second or third finger up my ass, and I pressed back to get the maximum penetration, my bubble butt arched to the maximum. Suddenly the pressure stopped, and dismayed, I looked around... to see Rafi preparing to drill my virgin ass with his dick. I gave a deep sigh of lust and looked at Joe to make sure this was an OK thing to happen. Joe wiped my face and put his mouth next to my ear... "I'm too big for you to start with...Rafi will be gentle but if you want him to stop just say the word, I won't let him hurt you," and he kissed me deeply, his tongue taking the place of his dick.
Reassured, I let my ass resume its natural rhythmical pulsation and taking his cue, Rafi proceeded to guide his well-oiled tool up my begging ass. Rafi's cock was about 8 inches long and thicker in the middle than at either end - in fact perfect for fucking. As he slid it in I gasped as he reached my deep sphincter. He stopped, knowing that this was potentially painful, and waited until my muscles had accommodated the intruding pole. Then gently he eased forward - the beer and and the charged atmosphere just made me relax and push back - I was eager to feel more of his dick inside me. The next thing I knew, his balls were touching my ass and I had the most incredible feeling of satisfaction. I could never have imagined it would feel this good.
Joe continued to deep kiss me, alternately massaging my face with this his rod which had stayed firm. Rafi started to fuck me gently - it felt so good that I wanted to tell him except that my mouth was busy. I think he knew.
My entire body was bathed in waves of sensation, my tits tingling, every part of me given up to the incredible sensations I was receiving from both ends. Rafi continued his fantastic fuck with long gentle strokes that had me begging for him to plunge into me again as he pulled his dick nearly out of my chute. My own dick was pouring precum and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer under that assault. I told them I was close to coming, and Rafi, sensing just how close I was, flipped me over and put my legs on his shoulders, keeping his dick in my ass. After a few more strokes, Joe's gentle fingers squeezed my tits, and I knew that was it. Rafi pulled his beautiful slender dick out from my pulsing hole and wrapped my dick and his together in both his hands. The heat of his tube on mine sent me over the top and my ass contracted and before I even had the sensation of orgasm, jets of come were flying first from my dick, and then Rafi's as we gasped in the culmination of the long slow erotic build up to this moment. Jets of spunk splattered over my chest and neck and I think even Joe got caught in the shower of jism. I gasped and gasped as my cock contracted together with Rafi's warm rod, my ass pulsing uncontrollably, wanting to be filled once more.
As the wild sensations died down, we collapsed in a heap of satiated bodies on Joe's bed. We wiped off most of the love juice, but didn't have the energy to be too meticulous. We fell asleep on Joe's bed - Joe against the wall, me curled up between him and Rafi. We just seemed to fit together.
I awoke in a warm, satisfied mood the next morning. Rafi and Joe were gone, off to their ship's chores, and the cabin had been tidied up. I lay half asleep for a long time, reflecting on the great game of cards the night before and its consequences, where everyone, especially me, had ended up a winner.
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