Look What I Can Do!
As I walked back over to the cottage, I thought about all that had happened today. It had been a bit of a roller coaster and I still hadn't had much of a chance to process it all. I was grateful for how the day had ended. Sitting with Ben as he crocheted and we watched a couple of nature documentaries, I felt more like I was home than I had for weeks. I didn't want that peaceful feeling to end, so I dropped my bag in the house and went out onto the back porch to watch the sea and stars.
The crescent moon had moved behind the house, leaving the porch in utter darkness. It was a warm evening, but there was a slight breeze coming off the water, so I slipped out of my clothes and stretched out in the rocking chair. The sensation of the air moving across my bare skin was delicious, and I was soon nodding off.
After Wilson had disappeared, and the other sailors had silently retreated to their bunks, I was left alone to consider what had just happened. My head was spinning from the intensity of it. The soft breathing that surrounded me deepened, and for a few turned into snoring, as I crawled back to my own bunk and closed my eyes, remembering the moment when they all began to cum on me. The one I could see most clearly was Sanchez. He occupied the bunk directly above mine and, when I had looked up from Wilson, his was the nearest dick to my face. In fact half of his load went directly into my mouth before I knew what was happening. I could still taste it.
As I savored that moment I heard him let out a low moan just above me. There was no sound of him jerking off, a sound that I was very familiar with since bunking with so many men. Instead, it sounded like he was having a wet dream. I rolled out of my bunk and knelt on the floor beside it, cautiously lifting my head to peek into his bunk. I was right. He wasn't jerking off, but his dick was standing at attention and quivering with anticipation. I allowed myself to remember how he had been jerking it furiously just before he came, and he let out another moan. I was fascinated by the glistening pre-cum that was beginning to ooze from his piss slit without the aid of a hand or a pin-up. All I could think of was the explosion of cum that had splattered all over my face not five minutes ago. As I relived that moment, I was amazed to see his cock explode again, this time splattering all over the bunk above him.
I had to admit it was a little odd that everyone had reached orgasm within a minute or so of mine, but that I could put down to a kind of group synchronicity or something. Unusual, yes, but not impossible, I thought. But to see Sanchez explode like that so soon after having emptied his balls onto my face, while I was thinking about his orgasm, well, that seemed like a bit too much of a coincidence. Could I have somehow caused that to happen? I spent a moment trying to remember what I was thinking and feeling when this second orgasm happened, and I became aware of a faint echo of ecstasy that I had felt as he came, almost as if I were experiencing the orgasm with him.
I turned my attention to Peters, the sailor in the bunk directly across from me, and pictured his thick uncut dick hovering to one side of me, the tip of his glans barely exposing itself from the folds of his foreskin. He sighed, and I watched as his heavy slab of meat roused itself and began to snake its way up his hairy belly. This time I prepared myself to listen for the echo of his pleasure, and with as much clarity as I could, I visualized the moment when he added his seed to the shower of cum that had fallen all around me. Just like with Sanchez, as soon as I imagined his orgasm he shot a fresh load all over his beefy chest, with a single drop making it all the way to his chin.
Not only had he responded as if following my command, but I had felt it as well. I had felt the explosion in his head that had made his eyes roll back and time stop. I had felt the rigid pleasure of a hard dick, even though mine was soft, and was aware of the rising tide of hot spooge burning its way out from the depths. I had even felt the warm wet splatters of semen landing on a chest much hairier than my own.
I was confused. Was I experiencing the orgasm he had had a few minutes ago, or was I experiencing the one he had just had? There was one way to find out. I quietly made my way to the other end of the room, and stood over one of the men that I had not seen in all the confusion earlier. I wasn't even sure of his name, but as he lay on his belly, his naked ass made my dick stir. I could just see a hint of his balls crushed under his wiry frame. I wasted no time, but began to imagine sucking on those beautiful globes, and licking his taint until I reached his ripe hole. As I imagined tongue fucking him, he stirred, shifting his hips ever so slightly as if to make his ass more accessible. This was all the response I needed. I imagined him rolling over so I could play with his dick. Like the others, he let out a low moan, and did as he was told. He was still sound asleep, but it was clear that he would give me whatever I wanted.
I began to imagine sucking his dick. I made no move toward him, and never laid a finger on him, but as I listened, I could feel a warm mouth on his dick. This boy was clearly straight. He had never joined any of the other guys in the various group jerks that happened occasionally, and he had never allowed any of the other men to suck him off. He seemed to jerk off in private, at least what little privacy he could find on a transport ship with communal bunks. As I felt that mouth sliding up and down his dick, I became aware of another sensation, a kind of tickling along the front of his hips. I tried to see what it was, and slowly I began to visualize what he saw. He was remembering a dark and seedy building in what appeared to be a rather questionable neighborhood. I didn't recognize it, but somehow I knew that it was a brothel on one of the islands where he had been stationed. The woman who was sucking him off had long straight hair, and that was what I was feeling on his hips.
I wondered if I should walk away. This was clearly a private memory and I felt a bit like a peeping Tom, an unseen and illicit watcher. Still, the titillation was palpable. I had never actually watched a straight guy fucking a woman before. I was just curious to see what would happen next. So rather than try to direct him in what to do, I decided to allow his memory to run its course. I was not disappointed.
After she had sucked him for a few minutes and he was getting close, I felt his animal nature take over, as he pulled the woman off of him, threw her on the small bed that sat in the corner, and began ripping her clothes off. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard,” he growled as he climbed on top of her, pinning her to the bed.
“Twenty dollars,” she said calmly, but firmly. He ignored her and began grinding his dick against her leg while shoving his tongue down her throat violently. When he came up for air she let out a shrill whistle, and instantly a large man entered the room.
With one swift move he pulled the sailor off of her and held him in mid air.
“You alright?” he asked the woman, barely noticing the flailing American.
“Fine,” she said, seemingly unphased by her client's outburst. “He just wants to fuck.” Then turning to the sailor she held out a hand. “Twenty dollars. You pay first, then you fuck, okay?”
The security guard glared at him. “No one hurts our girls,” he threatened. “Understand?”
I could feel the sailor's dick softening for a moment. “Okay, okay,” he muttered as he pulled out his wallet and handed the woman a twenty dollar bill. “Satisfied?”
She calmly placed the money in a drawer, then dismissing the security guard with a “Thanks Jo.” She turned her attention back to the sailor. “So you like to play rough? Okay, just remember Jo is on the other side of that door and he won't be happy if you try to hurt me.” Then she unexpectedly grabbed him and threw him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. “Maybe I should strap on a dildo and fuck your ass. Yes? Then you would know how it feels to have a dick in your pussy.”
I could feel the shock and brief moment of panic that washed over him until he saw the glint in her eye and realized she was just playing with him. They wrestled around for a while laughing as their clothes found their way to the floor. To his surprise she was remarkably strong for having such a slim frame. But pretty soon she allowed herself to be pinned down again, and this time his dick found its target. The sight of her naked breasts made him pound her more furiously than before, and when he buried his face between them he finally went over the edge and fired all his bullets in a single volley.
As his dream reached its climax, so did he. The moan he let out as he came was loud enough to cause a couple of the other sleepers to stir slightly and roll over. One even muttered, “Keep it down.” I stood frozen to the spot. I had felt everything, not just his orgasm, but his excitement at the sight of a woman's body, something that was totally outside of my own experience. Sure I had seen plenty of pin up girls, and in those circle jerks, there were plenty of dirty pictures to look at, but I always just pretended to be interested in the porn, and was actually watching everyone else jerking off. But while he was excited in his dream, so was I. And even though I had only shot one load during the night, I felt like I had had many orgasms. I threw my mind back to the group jerk that had happened around me earlier and began to realize that if I focused, I could begin to feel those orgasms as well. This was probably not a good time to do that though, because with just the suggestion of that thought I could sense most of the men around me stirring and beginning to get aroused, And I had had enough orgasms for one night, plus I had been fucked within an inch of my life. I climbed back into my bunk and thought about Wilson's giant dick plowing in and out of my ass, and as I began to drift off I wondered if that thought was going to make him cum way up in the officer's quarters. I'd probably never know, but I kind of hoped it would.
The bunk wasn't particularly comfortable, but in the afterglow of all those orgasms, I felt like I was floating. I could still feel the pleasure of the men around me as if it were my own. I could still feel all of their hands and mouths on me from the tongue bath I had received just a few minutes ago. I could particularly feel a warm wet mouth on my dick, but I didn't remember anyone giving me a blow job. I opened my eyes, expecting to see the darkness of the bunk above me, but instead, I saw stars. Looking down at my own body I saw I was naked, sitting in a rocking chair on my back porch by the sea, but something was off. The night was darker somehow. While the porch itself was always in total darkness, the margins of the back yard were usually faintly illuminated with a soft glow coming from the bright parking lot lights in front of the main building across the street. Tonight that glow was missing. I also noticed that the rocking chair was different. It was smaller and there was a soft chair pad on it. Some of the lights that I could usually see across the bay were also missing. But most surprising was the dark figure kneeling between my legs, bobbing his head up and down on my dick.
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