GBL 1/GBL 1.iso/gay_text/sailing.txt

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SETTING SAIL -- From the Kinky Komputer in Alexandria, Va.

I had known  Eric for a couple of years already. He professed to be straight,
but there were a few times that he needed to "get his rocks off", and I was
there to help.

Those times were more for his benefit than they were for mine;  though I really
get off on sucking cocks. The few times that we did anything,  I kept hoping in
the back of my mind that there might be more for me that time  around. It
didn't seem to bother him that I was gay, and the times that I  brought him off
didn't mean that he was "gay".

He was two years older than me,  at 28, he had accomplished quite a bit in his
job. His pride and joy was a 20 foot sail boat, that he would take out as often
as possible.

There were a  number of times that I would join him for a day cruise. One
Memorial Day  weekend he planned a three day cruise out on the bay, and invited
me along.   The weather was great that weekend, not a cloud in the sky; and the
winds were  great for sailing. I had never been out for that long on a sail
boat before,  but looked forward to a relaxing trip.

At the end of the first day, we relaxed below deck before turning in for the
night. The sun had been good to our bodies that day. I had spent a few days out
in the sun already; while Eric with his part Italian blood didn't need much to
darken his body. He was reclining back in the bunk wearing only a pair of tight
gym trunks, that showed off his monsterous 8 and 1/2 inch cock. We had been
drinking and smoking a bit earlier that evening, I knew that soon Eric would be
"horny"; but thats ok by me, for the pot had gotten me a little hot too.

I sat at the table across from the bunk staring at tight, well defined  body of
his. Eric was a work-out nut, as well as getting into the out of doors, so the
hours of hard physical work had paid off. Light chest hair was framed by hard
pecs, that stood out like shields. The soft light of the cabin  gave gentle
shadows that seemed to soften the hard lines of v-shaped chest, and led down to
the tight, but not too skinny waist.

The shorts now covered  the sharply featured pelvic muscles, that almost made
it seem as if the legs  were attached to the hips like a plastic model. And
those legs! They were  covered with thick, dark hair; to look at his legs you
would have expected to  see more than the small triangular patch of hair on his
chest. Second to his  torso, his legs were the greatest turn-on for me. The
legs seemed to embody  the details of swimmers, gymnasts, and runners rolled
into one. He had worked  his body into one fine tuned piece of flesh and
muscle.

"Well Chris, hope that you've enjoyed your first day out this weekend", Eric
spoke as he ran his muscular hands up and down his well toned legs.

"I'm looking forward to the next couple of days, thats for sure. Though I
thought that all the traffic jams this weekend would be on the Bay Bridge. I've
never seen so many boats sailing about like I did today", I replied with a bit
of amazement in my voice.

"Well I'll be taking care of that come morning, I am setting a course to a
remote area in the South Bay, we should have only ourselves and the water to
contend with by early afternoon" he said with a yawn as his hands now started
to massage his own crotch.

As he moved his hand over the bulge, I could see  the blood slowly filling that
long sword of his. It would be only minutes before that wonderful 8 plus inches
would be straining those tight shorts of  his. He and I knew full well what the
evening held.

This all had now become a game between the two of us; I knew that he loved to
be sucked off, and he knew that I loved sucking. And as long as he did not
suck, fuck, or get fucked by me or any other man; then he wasn't "gay". That
was fine with me; for just sucking him off, and running my hands over that
perfect body was enough for me most of the time. He didn't seem to mind if I
jacked off while going down on him. I was horny too, so I decided it was time
to get down to business.

"You look a bit uncomfortable in those tight shorts, why not make yourself more
comfortable?" I said as I began to remove my t-shirt. Thats all it took; no
sooner than I had said that; off came his shorts. His cock bobbing back and
forth, as the waves rocked the boat gently. His hands now reached down to his
low hanging, heavy balls; pulling at them, and massaging them, as one would
with a beloved pet. One leg hung off the side of the bunk, while the other
rested still on the bunk; giving me a perfect view of his manhood.

Are you just going to sit there?" he said in a almost demanding tone. His  cock
was now jutting straight up in the air; as if it was daring some sole to  take
it.

I slide out from the table, and knelt down between the bunk and his leg. My
mouth was watering with desire. I drew my tongue lightly across the hairs on
his inner thighs; licking gently towards the balls, but stopping short.

The cramped quarters were a bit much; but I managed to manuver myself around to
give myself a better position to suck that monster of a fuck tool.  My cock
started to burst out of my shorts, due to the excitement that built inside of
me. I continued my tongue action between his thighs, working my way to his
hairy, beefy balls.

The musky smell of his swinging balls made me even hotter.  Slowly I began to
lick at the hairs of his balls, bring my hands up to run  them over his
stomach, and to brush them gently over his now hard tits.

Eric  threw his head back as I took and in one motion took that full sack into
my  warm mouth. He started to writher under the intense pleasure that my tongue
bath was bringing him.

The moans rolled softly from deep inside, as I tried to  take even more of
those juicy balls deeper into my mouth.

I brought my roving  hands back down to his firm stomach, playing with the
strip of hair that ran  from just about his navel, down to the thick bushiness
that surrounded his  cock.

The sensations of my touch, and my mouth were really getting to him. He  began
begging for me to take his cock, to suck it, to swallow his precious  cum.

I continued to eat at his balls, as his cocked swayed, stricking me  gently on
my face. With slow deliberate care I loosened my moist grip on his  balls; and
continued the tongue bath on the sensitive inner thighs. My cock  was now
straining out the side of my shorts.

While continueing my attention to  him, I removed my shorts. My seven inches
soared out, swing free now.

The  scene was so turning me on that there were drops of precum glinting in the
dim light of the cabin. Eric laid there moaning, begging for me to take that
cock.

Inching my way up, I began to lick at the hairs at the base of that  tool of
his. Working my tongue from there, I ran my tongue around the thick  base,
working slowly up the shaft.

With each stroke of my tongue his cock  seemed as if it was going to explode
right then and there. Finally my tongue  had found the soft fleshiness between
the shaft and the head.

With each flick  of the tongue, new life surged threw that wonder of manhood. I
worked my way  around the base of the head, as Eric squirmed with ectasy.

I was getting as  much of a charge of seeing him enjoy the attention that I was
lavashing on  him, as was he recieving it. I began stroking my stiff rod,
feeling the cum  churning in my now sweaty balls.

I took some of the precum that wet the tip of  my cock, between my fingers and
used the moisten fingertips to play with those  hard nipples of his. All of the
tongue, and tit work were driving him mad.

I  decided it was now to end the torture that he so loved. Opening my mouth
wide  to accept the wide head, I liesurely took that purple mushroom shaped
head in  the waiting cavern of my mouth.

The sweetness of his precum set my tastebuds  into an orgasm of their  own.
Eric's docileness was suddenly broken as he took his hands that were roving
that hot, Italian body of his, and took a hold of my head shoving down hard on
that waiting cock.


I gagged as the thick eight plus inches shoved deep into my  throat.    "Take
that cock, take it all!!" he shouted with a forcefulness in his voice.

Eric had always gotten a bit dominate during our sessions together, which in
away turned me on. I opened my throat to take it as he demanded.  I eased off
to work the magic of my tongue on the upper portion of his shaft and head.

Then without warning I would take the entire length, burying my mouth down on
that swollen rod, till my chin would hit his now wet balls. His hands were
holding my hair on either side of my head, forcing my head down on that cock,
matching the rythm I was setting.

I was still beating my meat, feeling as if I  was going to loose it any minute;
but I wanted to wait till I started to feel  that rush of cum spurt against the
back of my mouth.

To join him in the only  recognition of the acts of sexual desires that we both
had, to join him in the  only "gay" thing that he allowed; the union that
happened when orgasm was  reached at the same point.

It was those moments, when his cum would fill my  mouth, and my would shoot
with such force that it would cover my hairy chest, that it would almost strike
my chin.

Many times while jerking myself off,  while I went down on him, I would long
for his hand to wraped around my cock,  for him touch me, to fondle me. For him
to bring me to the hieghts of  pleasure.

But for now, I had to be content with just those thoughts. One day I  felt that
he would want to risk everything, to just try the "otherside", as he  called
it.

His moans grew louder, as I went down on that cock faster, and  faster.  As he
thrashed his head back and forth, under the torture, that was  bringing him
intense pleasure; I began stroking my raging hard-on to match the  rythm of the
throat fuck I was giving.

I could feel the twinges of his cock  that meant that the volcano that was his
cock, would soon erupt with much  explosiveness. His moans became more labored;
his muslcular chest heaving with  each breath.

I pinched his tit alot harder than usual, at that he shoved my  head so far
down on his cock that I thought I would swallow his balls.

"Suck it baby!, suck it good! Take that cum, don't waste a drop!" he cried out,
as his cock speared my throat.

With an almost animal like sound, like thunder rolling across an open bay, he
let loose the pent up love juice that built up through the heavy play that I
invoked upon his manhood.

The first blast coated the back of my throat, it  came with such force that at
first I gagged. He pushed my head down on that  shaft, as he sent stream, upon
stream of that hot, bittersweet cum.

As his  body convulsed with each eruption, my own nuts sent forth its own
salute, sending one long stream up my chest; my body quivering under the
intense  orgasm, that for just a few moments in time made us one. I pulled my
head away  from that lovely cock that filled my gut with that hot sperm, just
as that  tender head passed my lips, Eric sent one last blast of cum across my
cheek; the warmth that filled my mouth now dripped slowly down my cheek,
catching the  stubble of my evening beard.

I leaned back, my thighs resting on the back of my calves, my hand still
wrapped around, and stroking my still firm cock. My legs were spread apart in a
v, letting my balls swing loose with the rocking motion of the boat. My free
hand now began exploring my own chest, rubbing my warm cum into each and every
hair that carpeted my chest.

Looking over at Eric, sprawled out on the bunk,  looking all the like a model
in one of those hot photos in those jerk off mags, and at the same time looking
like a drunk on a delirious high. He  glanced over at me, still massaging my
cum into my chest; slowly and  deliberately I took my hand from my cum covered
cock; and raised it slowly to  my waiting mouth. Teasingly I flicked my tongue
at the pools of my sweet cum  that dripped from my hand; licking at my hand
like a kitten would lick its  paw.

My eyes smiled sweetly into Eric's, as I licked all of my nut juice from  my
hand. As I finished, Eric gave me a knowing, sweet smile; and layed his  head
back.

Evidently I had exhausted him, for it seemed that as soon as his  head hit the
pillow, he was out like a light. I sat there, leaning back,  ruunning my hand
over my pecs, brushing my nipples with each stroke.

Oh, how I  wanted so much more from Eric. To feel the warmth of that cute mouth
of his,  sucking out the last drops of my cum. To feel the pulsating rod, that
now hung  limp, off to one side of his thigh, deep inside of my ass. To impale
that  virgin ass of his, with my tool; to feel my balls slapping against that
hairy  ass of his.

But those were only fantasies; only actions that "gays, faggots, and queers"
engaged in. Eric still insisted that what happens between the two of us is just
satisfying our aiiamal needs, to "get our rocks off".

It did not bother  him that I was gay, and that always confused me. I got up
from the floor  content in my fantasy, for now. I cleared off the table, so as
to get to my  bunk.

I dimmed the cabins lights, being sure not to put the place into total
darkness; for I wanted just enough light to view that marvel of human flesh and
muscle.

To dream of what it would be like to feel the powerful grasp of his arms. To
dream the undreamable. To dream. To plan.