Pissing into the wind
Finally, it was time for lunch. And just in time. I had to piss like a son of a bitch. Rather than making the trek to lower decks and the head, I just found the nearest deck rail and began to piss over the edge into the sea. We weren't supposed to do that, but guys were always whipping their junk out to relieve themselves, especially when the weather was fine, so I didn't really think anything of it. Besides, since I enjoyed watching everyone else doing it, I thought it was only fair that I should put on a little show once in a while as well.
I had finished what needed to be done and was taking my time stroking the last few drops out when suddenly one of the officers appeared at my side, a little too close for comfort. It was Commander Wilson. He didn't say a word, didn't even look at me, but immediately undid his pants and pulled his dick out. I expected to see a golden stream issuing from it, but nothing. He just stood there allowing it to lie in the palm of his hand while he stared out to sea. I was beginning to get a bit uncomfortable and thought that maybe I should put mine away and leave, when he let out a low moan. Was I mistaken? Was he getting hard? His dick was thick to begin with, so it was difficult to tell, but it did seem to be growing. I stood my ground, fascinated by the show he was giving. After a moment he curled his fingers around the shaft and began to stroke himself slowly. His breathing deepened as he got into it. I couldn't look away.
I had often wondered what his dick looked like, I mean, how could I help it. While he was one of the officers who remained aloof, spending as little time as possible with us grunts, he always wore very tight uniform pants that highlighted his muscular legs and ass, and seemed to be straining at the prominent bulge at his crotch. At first I thought he was a shower and understood why his bulge was so noticeable. But as he stroked he proved himself to be a grower as well. His dick grew to at least ten inches, and got even thicker as he continued stroking. As he approached climax it was so thick that his hand didn't reach around the whole of it. Finally, with a sigh and a shudder, he let thick ropes of gleaming white cum fly, adding his own foam to the roiling sea below. He never spoke or even looked at me the whole time, and when he had regained his composure he somehow forced his dick back into his pants and walked away in silence.
Lunch break was almost over and I only managed to grab a quick snack before heading back to my assigned duties. I passed the afternoon in a bit of a fog, not being able to get the image of Wilson's performance out of my head. I spent most of the rest of the day semi hard, sometimes slipping into a full erection, but frustrated because I was always surrounded by ship mates and couldn't even acknowledge the sexual buzz that was hanging over me. I caught a glimpse of Wilson again as we were heading for supper. He was out on the deck jogging and was only wearing a tee shirt and shorts. Both were skin tight, and everything was on full display. He had a beautifully muscled physique, and tufts of thick black hair peeked out of the top of his shirt, suggesting at just how hairy he must be underneath. His chest was perfectly formed and broad, with nipples that looked to be quite large and quite erect under the fabric. In that brief moment I longed to explore that body, to touch it, to lick it. To feel the weight of it on top of me as he forced his monster cock up my ass and filled me with the same foam he had earlier offered to Neptune. I couldn't wait for lights out. At least then I could jerk off and release some of this sexual tension. But it was not to be. Even though it was common practice for guys to jerk off in their cramped bunks while others listened, the day had been long and tiring, and before everyone had settled down I was fast asleep.
I awoke suddenly with a strong hand over my mouth. I found that, not only could I not speak, I couldn't move either. I was pinned down to my bunk firmly by a man's body. I struggled for a moment until a pair of dark eyes looked into mine. It was Wilson. I relaxed just a little as I felt him humping my leg with that hard dick I had been fantasizing about all day. When he saw that I recognized him, he released his grip on my mouth enough to flip me onto my back and tear off my skivvies. As soon as my ass was bare, he climbed on top and began to force himself in. He was producing copious amounts of pre-cum, but despite the lubrication that provided, it was incredibly painful. He again covered my mouth tightly, allowing only muffled cries to seep out. It didn't take him long to open me up, but it felt like an eternity. His dick seemed to get bigger and bigger as he fucked me, and by the time he was finished I was sure someone could drive a truck into my ass, no problem.
As well as stretching me out further than I thought humanly possible, he also mastered the art of stimulating my prostate with every thrust. He held the top of my head with one hand and kept the other tightly over my mouth as he forced himself deeper and deeper in. Between his strong arms and his powerful hips, I thought he might crush me down to nothing. It was almost more than I could bear, but as he pounded my joy button I could feel the pre-cum leaking out of me as well. He was a massive man, and I was entirely covered by the powerful muscles I had been lusting over earlier. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, I felt his body convulse and heard him issue a low and guttural grunt as his final thrust found its home in the deepest part of me.
Utterly spent, he rolled off of me on to the floor beside my bunk. Thankfully I was in the lowest one, only a few inches from the floor. He lay on the floor, panting from his exertions, and for the first time I got to see his naked body in its full glory. I had been right. He was covered with a thick pelt of coarse black hair that extended from his Adam's apple, over his massive pecs and abs, then flowed into an expansive goody trail, culminating in a tangled explosion of pubes that perfectly framed his still hard dick. I reached over and ran my hand across his chest, hungry for his beauty and power. He remained still, obviously willing to let me explore his body, so I did. I began with his nearest armpit, still damp and fragrant from the energetic fucking he had just given me. I drank in his rancid sweat and intoxicating musk, first sniffing, then licking the hollow under his arm. From there I trailed my tongue along his neck and down to his chest, where his hard dark nipples appeared to be in need of some serious sucking. As I moved toward his abs, his hand found the top of my head again and pushed my mouth down to his crotch. Once in the vicinity of his dick, he left it to me how to proceed, but there was no question. I couldn't wait to taste the cum that covered his dick. The smell was pungent, and as I licked the salty cream from his shaft he let out a little moan of satisfaction.
Needless to say, I had had a raging boner from the moment he entered me, and I had never before experienced such a volume of pre-cum seeping from my own dick. I reached to start stroking my own cock, but he stopped me. Keeping my face buried in his crotch, he maneuvered me around so my dick was in front of his mouth. There was no way I could fit his dick into my mouth, especially now that he was beginning to get hard again. I continued licking his shaft until I felt him swallow my dick. Somehow he managed to get my dick and my balls in his mouth with one gulp. I had never felt anything like it. His tongue played with my balls, while he swallowed my dick and massaged it with his throat.
I knew I wouldn't last long, so I buried my face his his bush, looking for his ball sack in its primeval forest. I could barely manage to get one at a time in my mouth, so settled for holding them tight with my hands and licking them for all I was worth. As he drew me closer and closer to my own explosion, my grip on his balls got tighter. When I finally shot my load down his gullet, I squeezed his balls so hard I thought I might have injured him, but he did nothing more than grunt as he drank in everything I had to give him. He finally relinquished my cock, having swallowed every drop of cum.
This seemed to revive him. His dick got even harder than it had been while I was licking it, and in one fluid movement, he picked me up and set me on it as if I were a fuck toy. Pulling me down hard, he didn't bother to cover my mouth this time, and I cried out loudly as he once again forced his way deep into my ass. It was only then that I thought of all the other men in the room, but I needn't have worried. They were all wide awake, and every single one of them, dick in hand, were enjoying the show.
As Wilson slid me up and down on his cock, our audience finally offered their contributions, and as if a floodgate had opened, they all began to cum. Wave after wave of their warm cream showering down from the upper bunks, and from the watchers who were standing over us. When Wilson started to reach climax, I jumped off his dick and tried to swallow this second helping of seed from the tap. It was no good. I couldn't even swallow the head of his dick, and streams of his copious load leaked out of my mouth and down my chin.
In the stillness that followed, I looked down at this beautiful man who still had not spoken a word. The glossy fur that covered his chest was covered with countless white streaks that were slowly migrating down towards his tight muscles. Without thinking I leaned forward and licked up one of the streaks that had landed in the hollow between his perfect pecs. This seemed to unleash the beast in all the men present, as they rushed forward to join in a feeding frenzy. Wilson never moved, allowing them all to lick him from head to foot, but I was quickly pulled away from him and subjected to a tongue bath of my own. This was only fair. I was also covered in copious amounts of cum. I had never experienced anything like the sensuality of those few moments. I had never had so many men touching and caressing me at once. It was both overwhelming and relaxing, almost lulling me back to sleep. When the last tongue softly withdrew, Wilson was gone.
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When I woke I was in the darkened bedroom of the cottage. A cool breeze was coming in through the open window, and I could hear the gently lapping water as the incoming tide broke on the rocky coast below. “I guess I really needed a finger in my ass tonight,” I thought, remembering how good it felt to have Ben inside me again, and wishing he had been able to manage more than just a finger. The boner I had awoken with refused to go away until I gave it some attention, and soon I was covered in the warm wet joy that usually follows a sex dream. I thought it odd that the same characters from the earlier dreams had reappeared to help me relive the evening's activities, but before I could think too deeply about it the endorphins overtook me, and I once again sank into a blissful slumber.
I slept late, and enjoyed a quiet breakfast on the back porch. The tide was moving out now, and I found the slow steady rhythm of the waves quite soothing. My solitary reverie was interrupted by the ringing of my phone. It was Heather.
“I found something,” she began without even a hello. “I think you should come in and take a look.” She did not seem alarmed, but there was a subtle urgency in her voice that made me agree instantly.
“OK,” I replied, just as bluntly. “Let me give Ben a quick call and I'll be right over.” It was only at that point, as I began to think about going out, that I realized I was naked. I had been sitting on the back porch naked all this time and had been totally oblivious to it. I was not particularly prudish about nudity, but it was not like me to go out in public without at least noticing I was not wearing any clothes. I chuckled and thought, “I guess the weird dreams are starting to get to me.” After checking in with Ben, I headed straight to the museum.
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