Going With The Winds

Hi guys, sorry for the delay. Had a health issue to deal with and wasn’t feeling up to writing. All is well, and I am recovering.

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CASS

 Damn, but the captain looked edible. Those skintight slacks seemed to mold themselves to the shape of his clearly huge cock and I felt that hot brassy taste in my mouth one gets when your throat goes dry from a shot of pure lust.

“You are staring,” Alejandro whispered in my ear as the waiter led us to our long table in the back of the Cockeral.

The Cockeral was a gay owned dining establishment that catered to gay men. You would not have known it from the classic lines of the décor, which seemed almost conservative, but the wait staff were all male, all hot as hell, and dressed in skintight white tights, and navy jackets, the tights putting fine firm asses and generous bulges on display. All of it was, I guess, a gesture of homage toward the nearby Naval Academy and judging from the buzz cuts and bearing of many of the patrons, many of them were probably from the Academy, or at least the Navy. Plenty of eyes turned to watch our group and I felt an invisible wall of lust seat itself in my spine just from the intent of those eyes.

But the Captain, Jake in his silvery grey trousers put them all to shame, and I could see several eyes move to follow his every move as we followed the waiter to our table.

Martin took one end and gestured Jake to take the other, the rest of us milling about, but eventually finding seats. Somehow, I managed to casually claim the seat to Jake’s right, with our friendly shipboard lawyer, Will, on my right and Alejandro beyond him on his right. Across from me on Jake’s left was broad burly bearded Jim, with Rion on his left and Lawrence to his left. The others were further down to the right and left of Martin.

I didn’t miss the way Lawrence snared that seat next to Rion, remembering the conversation I had heard from those two earlier.

Relaxing into my seat a bit, my right leg leaned against Will’s under the table and shortly, I felt Jakes knee touch mine and stay there.

He glanced at me and winked, and I smiled back like a lost puppy.

Will and Alejandro had been making it clear they wanted me in their bed, and I had been enjoying the invitation. So, I wasn’t surprised when Will’s left hand found my thigh and squeezed it moving up further to my cock where it was tucked down my right thigh. I had on white jeans free balling it, with a couple of cock rings mostly to push my junk out for people to view. Will had definitely noticed and his hand moved up to cup my sock shaft where it was snuggly tucked down my right thigh.

I felt the blood stir down there and realized I’d probably be hard for much of the night. Ah well, it was a state I loved to enjoy. I loved to cum as much as any man, but I definitely loved the exquisite torture of the tease and loved to tease and be teased. But much as I adored Will and Alejandro, my bestie from college, I couldn’t help wishing it was Jake’s hand exploring my crotch.

It was hard to concentrate on the menu, but I managed to zero in on a nice ribeye, broccoli and onions mix, cooked Pittsburg style, well done outside, rare inside.

My waiter was a cute brown haired brown eyed hunk who took every chance to speak in my ear so his warm breath would give me ideas. I was tempted to turn and bury my mouth in that nice bulge he had but managed to refrain.

“An excellent choice Sir. Might I recommend a buttered lobster tail to accompany your steak?”

“Oh…uh, sure you can recommend… I mean, thank you, but were going dancing and I don’t want to be too full.”

The waiter lifted a brow. “Oh where? If I get off, perhaps I will see you there.”

Jake answered for me. “Seamans.” He said, with a smirk on his way too sexy face.

“Oh, I love Seamans.” The waiter said, and Jake just winked at him, making the waiter blush. He seemed to remember he had a job to do when Rion, across the table, cleared his throat and he hurriedly set about getting the other orders.

Jake and Jim soon started talking about logistics for the ship. Jake wanted extra provisions bought tomorrow as a precaution. “We want to have plenty of extra canned and long term stored provisions in, just in case we can’t buy anything for several days, Jim. We don’t’ know what this hurricane will be doing to ports up the coast.”

That seemed like good thinking to me, but I was distracted by their continued talk because across the table I could help notice the way Lawrence was turning to talk in Rion’s ear a lot. Rion a couple of times turned back to speak to Lawrence, which had the effect of causing them to almost kiss. Rion seemed to realize this the third time when he practically touched noses with Lawrence, and he kept his face forward for the rest of the meal.

That didn’t deter Lawrence, whose physical interest in Rion remained obvious for the next hour of dining.

Once or twice, I caught bits of their conversation… It sounded as if Lawrence was reading some of Rion's poetry. I heard him husk, “Is there a knack to writing poetry?”

“Not particularly. It's just pictures and rhythm.” Rion shrugged with a half-smile.

“Well, your erotic poetry certainly has rhythm, I could feel the pumping when I read “Erotic Interlude”.

Talk about pumping, Will was making me damn hard, but my ear caught more of the conversation across the table.

“You liked that one, eh?” Rion countered lightly, with a grin at Lawrence which only seemed to encourage the beauty.

“Aww yeah, what was the one line that really got me," Lawrence said. "It was the stanza about the lust to taste the lovers big pounding cock, “At last the lick that drew me in…” Lawrence recited..." were you hard when you wrote that?"... and that was all I got before a rise in conversation down the table drowned Lawrences seductive voice.

I was going to have to read some of Rion’s poetry, I thought to myself.

Will turned to me at that point, as his hand unzipped my jeans and he struggled to pry my, by this point, achingly hard cock from my jeans. At last, he managed it, and his hand played me, slowly teasing me under the table, pulling me toward the edge. I went with it. It wasn’t my first rodeo having my cock played with under a dinner table and skillful as Will was, I was certain he was just teasing me, not intent on making me cum..

But eventually, Will turned to me as I chewed a mouthful of really incredible steak, “I want you right now. Let’s skip the dance. Alejandro and I are ready to just go back to the ship and fuck our brains out.”

I really was tempted. That hand was driving me crazy. On the other hand, I felt a need to keep an eye on Rion and Lawrence for Martin and Jake, almost like I had a mission to do, and I didn't want to let Jake down. 

“I… I really want to dance, Will.” I managed to tell him, and quickly added, “But then after…” I didn’t want to discourage Will. I loved sex with them both.

“Some hotty will grab you on the dance floor and we’ll never see you again.” He growled. I reached over into his lap and found his cock out, with Alejandro stroking it.

“Not a chance of that, you two.” I told him. 

Will guided my mouth to his and we kissed, making out until wolf whistles went off at our table. “Our cabin door will be unlocked, baby.” He growled in my ear.

Looking across the table at that moment, I saw Rion turn toward Lawrence who was whispering in his ear and their lips met. Maybe it was accidental, but the brushing of those lips lingered a bit, and the almost kiss left behind it parted lips… Rion’s parted lips. Uh oh. Martin’s husband was looking a little flushed and if I wasn’t mistaken, a little aroused by Lawrence’s persistent flirting. A glance down the table at Martin showed Martin engrossed in some sort of discussion with Clarence Cristobal, while Clarence's husband Kent was seated next to Jud and the two were, if I wasn’t mistaken at least as busy with each other under the table as Will had been with me. Biceps flexing, mouths dropping open, flushed, and with Clarence right there. I knew the older man was practically blind, but how could he not see the way his husband carried on?

But then who the hell cared? Fuck, I really couldn’t think with Will’s warm hand teasing my cock head and now and then flicking my pre cum up from my cock and lifting his fingers to casually suck eating my pre while he ate his dessert. A little salt to the sweet, I thought, with an inward smirk. 

Dessert brought with it more ice for my water glass, and I was glad as my fully hard cock was a ram rod I could NOT get back into my jeans, and soon we would be standing to go dancing. The waiter scooped more ice into my water glass, and I lifted my glass, took a cube into my mouth and pretending to wipe my mouth, extracted the ice into my hand and lowered it to my throbbing cock under the table, finally batting Will's devilish hand away. It took some doing, but I was finally able to stuff myself back into cover and zip up.

Will smirked at me and I glared back making him chuckle.

A glance back at Jake and I had this awful feeling he hadn’t missed a thing. What must he think of me?

As we got up to go dancing or return to the ship, mine wasn’t the only crotch to display at least a semi hard. Across from me, Lawrence, wearing some tan jeans that looked pasted on, looked fully hard in them, and Rion was clearly more than a little excited in his light blue jeans. This was one horny dinner party. I hoped Martin didn’t notice his husband was getting turned on and I hoped Rion could keep it reigned in. Martin and Rion seemed like such a great couple.

And then finally, I turned and saw the arc of Jake's huge cock across his crotch to his hip under the hem of his leather jacket. FUCK! I wanted that big thing!

Down boy, down! I told myself over and over again. Maybe he was getting a divorce, but I didn't want to play with a married man if I could help it. I mean didn't a lot of men say stuff like, "oh I am getting divorced, to excuse cheating? I didn't think Jake was that kind of guy, but I couldn't be sure, so how was I supposed to resist Jake? Dammit! He was so fucking hot! From the top of that sexy thick mane of black hair, down that gorgeous face, that powerful but trim build and fuck it was hard to look below that stretched out bulge, but the thighs and those calves. Damn it I just wanted to drool.

Jake stepped toward me, and his voice was not furry bass in my ear. "See something you like?"

I couldn't breathe. "Fuck!"