The Voyage, part 5 February 2002
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The Voyage, part 5
The days were the worst part of my sea journey from Africa to Europe. The nights...that was different. At 18, and almost a virgin before this trip, I had discovered a side of my sexuality I hadn't dared explore before, and I had some very hot teachers among the crew, in particular Joe, a tall smooth black man who had shown me how to take a big cock with pleasure, and how to return that pleasure.
I tried to fill the days as best I could as we steamed through the tropics, and had discovered a few places on the ship away from the mostly German mine workers on their way back to their homes from extended stays in South West Africa. They didn't speak much English and I didn't speak much German, and there were few of my age, so I sought out places to read and sunbathe to pass the hours until the evenings when Joe or Rafi might be available, shifts permitting.
I found a place at the back of the ship which was sheltered from the constant winds, a bit of a sun trap, and which didn't appear too much in the public gaze. I put down a towel on a lounger mattress and with a bottle of water, some sun tan lotion and a book, found I planned to wile and doze away the day.
I had decided to work on my tan, and had on a pair of white speedos, thin nylon that when wet became almost transparent except for the double layer at the front covering the pouch of my cock and balls. I tried to put a layer of sun tan lotion on my back, but was aware that there were bits I couldn't reach -- it's one of those things that are fairly difficult to do by yourself. I had settled for about 90% success and lay down on my stomach, my arms supporting my head. The sun beating down, the balmy atmosphere and the soft mattress beneath me all contributed to a sensual, relaxing feeling, and I couldn't help an involuntary grind of my hips as I got comfortable and prepared to doze off in the sun.
"Want some help?"
I looked up and for a moment couldn't see anything, blinded by the sun. Then I realised a man in white overalls was squatting next to me, with the bottle of lotion in one hand. He was about 35 or 40, and though wearing a white wool hat, I could see he was blond from the close shaved sideburns that came down to the bottom of his ears. He had a rugged angular weather burned face, a slightly skew nose, blue eyes, under blonde brows, narrowed against the glare of the sun, and a slightly lop-sided grin on full carved lips. His accent told me he must be a Scandinavian of some description.
His overalls were pulled off his shoulders and tied at the waist, an oil- smudged white vest, cut low and square, covering his chest. He was solidly but leanly built, with muscular shoulders. Over the top of the vest a matt of fine blond hair was evident, and I guessed it must swirl down over his chest. His nipples were poking through the thin ribbed fabric of the vest, small tents on the mound of his pecs, and his torso tapered from broad shoulders to his solid waist. The pants of his overalls were buttoned at the front, the cloth bulging outwards as he squatted. Through the gaps between the buttons I caught a glimpse of white that I thought at first was briefs, but then realised that it was flesh.
Before I could say anything, he had opened the bottle and poured some of the oil onto my back and started to rub the lotion into my shoulders. There wasn't much I could do -- he was doing something I needed doing, so I stretched and tried to relax while this big man rubbed oil onto my body with big rough hands, now slick and gliding.
He worked the oil down my back with a surprisingly light touch until he had reached the top of my speedos. Then without a hint of hesitation he stuck his hand under the top of the briefs and continued the "oiling", massaging my ass cheeks, then rubbing his oiled hand down my ass crack. It was electric but at the same time a warning bell went off in my head. I turned to look at him, he was smiling a tight lipped smile..."thanks" I said, "I think you've done my back." I turned over to try and take control of the situation, but that was a bit of a mistake -- my cock was clearly visible in a slightly aroused state through the thin nylon. I could see a tent in the front of his pants, but tried to ignore it. He smiled a tight smile -- "you're fucking gorgeous" but something about him had made me slightly nervous although I was interested to see what he was packing inside his overalls. I stood up and grabbed my towel.
"Thanks" I said lamely, "I think I've had enough sun for now".
"OK -- sorry" he said, "didn't mean to scare you, but..." and then he got up and backed off, passing his hands slowly over the mounds of his nipples, massaging them gently but unselfconsciously before he turned around and walked away. I felt a kind of regret, but I didn't call after him -- I was a bit threatened by what had just happened although I was also excited by it.
Eventually, about an hour later, I had had enough of the sun, but I couldn't get the blond engineer out of my mind -- so up front, and I could almost visualise his beautiful huge nipples on that blond thatch though I hadn't seen them yet. I moved to the hatch that led, down to my cabin, and began winding through the corridors and down ladders to reach it.
I entered the small cabin and put my things down on the table, and undid the string of my Speedos, which were now mostly transparent with oil. I rubbed the slick fabric and it felt good against my skin. There was a knock at the door, but before I got to it, it opened and in stepped the blonde engineer. I just gawped at him as he took in my body with lust -- "you're just too fucking gorgeous" he said, and with that he stepped over to me, pulled my face to his and kissed me, sticking a thick muscular tongue deep into my mouth. I pulled back from him, but he held me there, probing, fucking my mouth with his tongue.
At some point my resistance faded, and sensing this he stepped back. He undid the overalls the arms of which were tied around his waist and ripped open his overall pants. There was the biggest soft cock I had ever seen. It was thick and veined and the head was cocooned in a large foreskin that couldn't conceal the girth of the helmet inside it. I couldn't help but reach out and touch it, its silky thickness starting to harden immediately my hand clasped over it. "Jeez", he gasped -- a kind of desperate but thankful sound, like someone who hadn't felt the touch of another person for some time. His thick cock swelled in my hand, the foreskin pulling back to reveal the huge pink head. It was a beauty -- rock hard, long and thick, with pulsing veins and yet still with a softness thanks to the abundance of foreskin. Juice poured from the top of it, and I spread it around the top of his helmet, into the slit and to the sensitive part where it meets the shaft -- it was a real two handed job. He was groaning with pleasure, and I thought I would see how much more he could stand.
I pinched one of his nipples through the cloth of his vest...he bucked his hips forward, fucking my hand, and then he forced my head down to his chest. I took his left nipple in my mouth through the cloth -- it was as thick as a finger -- and I chewed and sucked and he moaned and gasped with pleasure. I thought he would go wild...and he did.
With surprising speed he pulled his vest over his cropped blond head, his tits completely engorged and as erect in their way as his pulsing pole. He shucked his overalls off and then he was on me, his big cock rubbing against my stomach. He pulled off my oily speedos and in almost the same move stuck one of his fingers up my ass. I gasped in surprise, but not in pain as there was sufficient oil to lubricate his thick finger. He picked me up and threw me down on the bed, partially supporting me with the hand that was probing my ass. He was rough and barely under control, and maybe I should have been more scared, but I thought that would make me a victim, and to be honest, he hadn't made me do anything I hadn't really wanted so far.
I found his nipples and chewed first one and then the other, all the while he was fucking my belly with his cock which was radiating heat like a poker, and fucking my ass with first one then two then three big fingers. My own cock was rigid and oozing juice, sliding against his in a self-created oil-bath. I was writhing with the thrill of such wild, close to the edge sex -- I had never felt this much raw lust before. I loved the weight of his body crushing mine, grinding and wetting me with his copious flow of pre-cum. He was kissing me wildly, my mouth, my neck, ears and shoulders -- completely lost in his sexual drive.
Just as I was wondering what would come next, he flipped me over on the bed, took his fingers out of my ass and positioned his cock at the door way to my ass. Grinding left and right he started to force the monster into my ass. I tensed up, not ready for that assault, but suddenly I felt a heavy whack on my ass -- the bastard had hit me. My sphincter opened in surprise and he thrust home -- I yelled with shock and pain as the thick head lodged itself the other side of my sphincter. "Fuck" I yelled -- "what are you doing!"
"Easy, boy, take it easy..." he panted, but kept his dick there, rotating his hips to help it accommodate. My ass just contracted, and the pain was worse. Then another whack shook my body. It took my mind off the invasion of my hole and the fact that it was being stretched beyond its design limits... and his dick slipped in a bit further. It was still painful, but less so and his thighs touching mine, the weight of his body on mine and the nubs of his nipples rasping on my back were weakening my fight. His tongue continued to kiss and peck the back of my neck and my shoulders, "let me in baby, jeez, I need this, you're going to be my sea-pussy, oh yeah, oh yeah, just a little more and my big dick is going to fill you up, oh let me in, let me fuck you."
And then he was in up to the hilt, not fucking but rotating his hips, grinding that thick rod just as deep it would go into me. I gasped under the assault of his tongue, his stream of dirty talk and the girth of the monster cock that was filling my body. I could feel his big balls nestling against mine, and his arms were now under my armpits, pulling me closer to him. "Baby, that's good, you're so good to take all of me, now I'm going to fuck with my big dick till you never want anyone else again, I'm going to fill you up with my cock so good, you're going to scream with pleasure, this is what you want, spread your legs baby, let me drill you till you can't walk, oh that's so good." And he began to piston that huge tube of veined flesh in and out of my ass, slowly at first, but then in even rhythmical strokes, holding me exactly where he wanted so that each thrust and withdrawal of his cock got the maximum travel through my hole.
My feelings were mixed -- I felt I should fight, but it was useless, he was too much in control by now and besides, it felt fucking great to have this blonde brute invading me and I was squirming to meet the thrust of his hips, crazy for the feel of his mouth on my face and lips. I gave myself up to his domination and accepted that I was enjoying this more than I thought I ever would.
He fucked me like that for what seemed like hours, but must have been 20 minutes, neither of us tiring of our roles, him boring into me with long strokes of his thick fuckpole, and me meeting him with my hungry accepting ass. There were no comparisons with anything else -- this was just what it was, an assault with two willing parties.
I wanted to eat the odour that came off him - we were both bathed in a mixture of oil, sweat and pre-cum -- his long strokes lighting all my senses. He was a fucking machine -- correction "we" were a fucking machine, me bucking to the rhythm we were both creating. And through this haze of lust, I saw that he had only half the power in this sweaty act.
I swivelled on his pole so I was facing him, then I grabbed his nipples and twisted them hard -- "I want you to cover me with spunk you bastard, I want to feel you shooting all over my face, you Danish stud, let me have it, come on !"
Like a puppy he pulled out of me, a smile half of pain, half of pleasure and brought his massive pulsing cock within inches of my face -- I'm going to drown you you little shit -- I'm gonna fucking drown you, is that what you want.
Yes, it is you fucking animal, and for good measure I reached under his ass, found his crack and shoved two fingers straight into it. The look on his face changed to surprise, then pain, then to lust as he hungrily tried to swallow my fingers into his chute to enhance the sensation.
A noise started deep in his throat that turned into a yell, and then he let fly a huge spurt of come onto my neck, another into my open mouth and another and another, showering me, his monster cock twitching and his hips bucking, grunting and gasping with the pleasure of it. It was too much for me -- I told him to kneel -- and he knelt down in front of me and I belted a blast of come onto his face, in an industrial strength orgasm that almost made me pass out.
I pulled him up and onto me, wiped away the worst of the juice with a sheet and we carried on kissing roughly, passionately, still in the throes of lust, my ass empty now that that monster Danish cock was no longer filling it.
Slowly, we calmed down, but he wouldn't let me go. He turned on his back, and pulled me up so that my head was nestled between his chest and his thick arm. He wanted me there, snuggled up to him, and I didn't want to be anywhere else right then. Who would have thought that Mr Nasty was also a cuddler.
----------------------------------- ...and then there was the captain. Let me know if you would like to read more.
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