Boat outing; part two

Not Gilligan’s three hour cruise by any stretch of the imagination

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By Richard de Orizaba

I am now looking over to the area of the bridge and I see that Captain Prost is going down on Steve the shipmate and my trainer Pablo was presenting his cock against his bum hole about to penetrate him. Lucky Captain, I thought.

Captain Prost is about 35 years old, has been at sea since he was 10 when his stepfather, a Cajun fisherman out of the Louisiana bayou started taking him to work. He barely finished high school but was very wise and very knowledgeable. He started to work as a crew member on a large yacht, much larger vessel than this one. The yacht belonged to a famous Texas billionaire and there he got his experience when he went from just a crew member to first mate.

The captain says that not only was he a fisherman’s apprentice but that his stepfather was the one who used him as a fuck bag when they were out to sea and so did all the others who were employees of his father’s fishing boat. He does not know if he is gay for sure because he has never been with a woman but he says he has no desire for women and prefers to have a big dick up his ass any day.

I did not know this, but Captain Prost as well as Steve the shipmate both live on board. It must be very difficult to live in such confined quarters. But the Captain told me that he has one gala uniform, two working uniforms and two pairs of shorts, several t-shirts and sandals. He only wears shoes when he is on land and he says that he finds them very uncomfortable. He reminds me of “One People” who could not wear shoes for more than a year after he had joined civilization.

Steve who also lives on board is a much different story. He got out of prison only nine months ago after serving ten in the big house when his boat was seized by DEA and Coast Guard and found to be carrying over a ton of powder. Steve says that he knew there were drugs being smuggled but that he only worked as a crew member and had no profits or even found out what was being transported. It was one of those Texas cases where they railroad the less fortunate and Steve it seems may have been the escape goat. I don’t believe everything I hear but I will give him the benefit of the doubt as he seems very nice and much too unsophisticated to be carrying on drug deals of that magnitude. He was hired by Captain Prost and the Captain also serves as his probation officer since their job is out of the jurisdiction of the court appointed one. In any case, it seems that Steve owes the Captain a lot and Steve says that he thought he was straight but when he went to the penitentiary all the rough characters took advantage of him sexually and since he was so young and fresh they would pass him around and became a commodity. He expresses regret now but says that before he went to prison he was homophobic and even used to go and beat up queers with his buddies when they were in high school. He says that it is just and fitting that he should have been raped in prison because of his anti-gay stance before that.

I continue looking and I see Mauro with my personal trainer. They are going at it hot and heavy and Mauro does not understand English and Peter is telling him he wants to fuck him. I told Mauro in Portuguese and Mauro’s face just lit up. My trainer is so cute and masculine, has the sculpted body of a museum statue and is dark and has a nice size uncut dick. For Mauro, this guy is temptation personified.

On the other side of the boat my lawyer who is just a doll, cute, young and bright and with a very nice body besides; is making out with the only black in our group: Chip. Chip’s real name is Charles but he got the nickname because he was a dancer with Chippendale for a long time before he went into more lucrative porn movie pursuits. The guy was the stereotypical black Mandingo stud, the most delicious dark, almost mahogany color skin and the well developed body. Chip had a schlong that was easily 11 inches and uncut, all beautiful and very ready to be sucked.

My lawyer Douglas who is in his late thirties has a thing for black guys. He also likes to pick up young Mexican twinks and hustlers who are not Anglo. I think that being made love to by Chip is his ultimate gay fantasy. I know exactly how he was feeling at that point, kissing the guy, feeling his muscles and the overpowering presence of his member pressing against his thighs. Chip was lying on top of Douglas and had placed his penis between his thighs and is rub-fucking him like Doug was a woman. I think Doug must have felt like a woman at that point with this large size stud just pumping away at his body. I am sure that then he must have wished he had a vagina there but started to raise his legs over Chip’s shoulders to encourage him to penetrate his pucker. Chip did just that, no lube, no condoms, just raw, dirty fucking.

Now my porn star Kyle-Matt is doing his job superbly. I told him he should go around sharing his beautiful big cock with everyone. I don’t think that he had one particular favorite but he was doing just that. He would go from one guy to the other and if they were together he would join in allowing them to suck him at the same time. This was the case with Mauro and Peter my trainer; when they were going hot and heavy, Chip sort of interrupted them and they both started to suck him at the same time one on each side of the cock and then they would take turns and tried to take it in their mouths individually. Kyle-Matt is the most similar cock I have seen to Han’s both in size and appearance. Hans had fourteen inches and was uncut, blond and white skinned and so is Kyle-Matt.

I looked up on the roof of the boat and I see one pair of legs dangling over the edge and wedged in between is a guy with hairy legs who appears to be fucking him. My curiosity got the best of me and I had to look. It was my houseboy with dancer-escort Rory who had a terrific body and a very large cock. Peter was about to get fucked.

If you have ever been to the terminally ill ward at a hospital late at night, you could hear the moaning and wailing of the dying. This was sort of like that, only they were moaning and wailing from pure pleasure, they were terminally horny but nothing a good blow job or a good fuck would not bring them back to life.

The sounds of sex are amazingly wonderful. It is a turn on that coupled with the smells of sex are something that people don’t really take into consideration, yet they are part of the visual and the actual sensitivity from one’s sexual organs. The signals sent to the brain by our olfactory and hearing senses work on the brain in the same way as visual or sexual stimulus. The only other sound I was hearing was a very gentle slapping of the waves under the boat. The whole situation was surreal; it was really and truly a floating sex orgy.

From the microscopic galley kitchen I hear Mauro: “Vai, vai, que delicia! Meu Deus, que pau tao grande dentro da minha bunda, ai, ai, ai!” (Go on, what a delight, My God, what a big dick inside my ass!) and Mauro was shooting his wad while being fucked by my trainer who was cumming as well.

On the top deck I could hear Preston moaning as he could not say anything with that dick in his mouth as his houseboy was rear ending him: “uhm, uhm, uhm, mmmmmmmm!” I know he was shooting his wad because that is what I sound like when I am being fucked and I have a cock in my mouth.

Out of the calmness that followed I hear a build up of yelps and cries: “oh, oh, oh, oh, shit, fuck, fuck me, fuck my ass Chip, harder, fuck me, fuck me harder!” It was Douglas as Chip was plunging his large cock into his ass and was also about to shoot his wad: “oh shit, ah, ah, I’m cumming, oh Lord, ah, ah, aaaahhhh! And Chip filled Douglas’ asshole with heavy white cream and took out his beautiful black cock to let Douglas finish licking him and catching the last drops of his orgasm. I was fucking Bubba and Kyle-Matt came towards us. I know that Kyle is hot and ready and about to blow, so he brings his cock right about the level of my mouth while he straddles Bubba as my fucking is just tearing his ass apart. Kyle-Matt puts his cock in my mouth and I deliver. I start to swallow the whole fucking thing, my mouth is tearing at the edges, my throat is performing severe massaging on the head with my gargling motion and Kyle, who by now has been sucked and had his cock worshiped by everyone tells me that I am going to make him cum. That was good enough for me, I increased the pace and he is in ecstasy. “ah, ah, oh, bloody shit, ah, ah, I’m cumming, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh! Kyle-Matt is a Brit and it became apparent during his orgasm. No one in America says “oh, bloody hit” when they are cumming.

It was only fair and fitting that I should get the rewards of Kyle-Matt’s orgasm. After all, I had him flown to Corpus Christi, had him picked up in my Rolls, stayed at my house and paid him a pretty penny to “entertain the troops”. That may very well be the most expensive wad of cum I have ever paid for in my life. But you know what? It was worth it! After seeing him in so many porn movies and jerked off in unison to his sexual prowess in films, it was as if the make-believe became a reality and I had that fabulous cock shoot its precious jizz in my mouth.

About everyone now had reached one or two orgasms and Mauro announced that he was making “Caipirinhas” and Mimosas for everyone as my houseboy was getting a sumptuous lunch buffet ready. We had a few Caipirinhas and Mimosas and attacked the buffet table with ravenous aggressiveness. Then it became apparent that all the sexual activity had made everyone hungry. It wasn’t long before everyone was entering a catatonic state of sluggishness. They were falling like flies into the arms of Morpheus. One by one they fell asleep, some hugging and cuddling up to one another, others just sprawled on every available space, with their legs spread open and their flaccid or sometimes semi-erect penises in full display.

That was one way to spend the afternoon, after some excellent fucking, some drinking and even better food. The only one who remained sober and awake was Captain Prost at the helm. He did not touch alcohol. He told me days later that while everyone had passed out and they were laying there in the buff, he went and sucked each and everyone and even got one of the dancer-escorts to shoot a wad while half sleep. I guess the good Captain got a taste of sucking everyone when he performed the duties of fluffer at the start of our little orgy and wanted some more.

The conditions for taking a siesta were just right. The gentle swaying of the boat to the tune of the waves which had picked up a little by the afternoon and the full stomachs coupled with the oppressive afternoon heat made everyone drowsy.

One by one they started to reemerge from their slumber and by now it must have been six thirty in the evening . The plan called for a sunset watch as the sun was extinguished in the western horizon and we would then have more drinks, some very fine champagne I brought and the piece de resistance, a dinner that was all packed in a portable warmer my dear friend Dariel had prepared for us. It was one of those fabulous meals that was designed to keep. Poor Dariel, he must have risen at two or three in the morning just to prepare all this good shit for us. I wanted to invite him but since he is now married and claims he has not had a gay encounter in all of these years I did not think it was appropriate to bring him along.

The sun finally decided to disappear and it marked the start of a wonderful celebratory evening. The dancers went on to do a couple of more numbers; only now they were doing it totally nude and it was downright lewd. I watched as these four bumped and grinded and wiggled their rear ends on our faces, it became apparent that we could have some more of those cocks and those assholes. This grew into a crescendo of passion as everyone had now switched partners: Mauro was now with me expecting me to fuck him, Preston was on my houseboy, Phillip was on my lawyer, Doug was on Phillip and Chip came over to where Mauro and I were and started to suck Mauro, he then got a hold of my rear end and was eating it without any hesitation while Kyle-Matt was making the rounds and was on everyone, one at a time.

The finale was grand. After Chip penetrated me and started to pump away, I was also fucking Mauro at the same time and Kyle-Matt had joined us. Kyle-Matt was now blowing his load inside my mouth for the second time while I irrigated Mauro’s hole with my man juice. Chip was fucking me hard and fast but did not cum.

The pinnacle of the finale was having Preston on the floor while we all made a circle around him and jerked off. One by one the escort-dancers shot all over his body and face, then Doug and I came at the same time, followed by Chip, Mauro and the two houseboys. The last ones to deposit their seed on Preston’s now cum soaked body was the Captain and Steve. They did so dutifully and with great care that it hit Preston’s face.

It was clear that there were four of us who were complete cum

pigs. I got on my fours and started to lick Preston’s body. I got his upper chest with the cum soaked, sweaty armpits, Mauro got to lick his face and pass on some of the cum while kissing Preston. Lastly, Doug was on Preston’s genitals and Preston blew his wad into Doug’s mouth. It was all divine; it was what legions are made of. I am sure that Preston will never forget his “second coming out”.

Preston and my houseboy fell in love and are now dating. The dancers write me e-mails and tell me where they are performing and I keep track in case I need them. Kyle-Matt went back to Europe and is now more successful than ever in the porn movie industry. I just wish we could do it again.