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Tales from Gledhill House
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I'll call "Diggers' Hot Line" tomorrow, and I expect to see You here Saturday morning!!
Chapter Eighteen
Scott had been persuaded to run yet another tale that he had recorded in George’s absence. This time it was from a guy who called himself Mel, again a lone traveller who stayed over for a couple of nights as he drove up the coast to eventually meet up with friends.
‘My story involves a Derek, guy I had known for as long as I could remember. We grew up in the same town, went to the same schools and were only parted when we went off to college. Derek wanted to become a marine engineer while I decided to follow and academic course with a view to becoming a teacher. We kept in touch at first but slowly our exchanges petered out and it was during my first year teaching English in a high school that he contacted me again. We found that we were living quite near to one another and we agreed to meet up for a drink and to talk over old times.
Derek was in good spirits and was looking good. He had grown somewhat since I had last seen him but he was still an inch or two shorter than me. While I had dark blond hair, yes I still had some in those days; Derek had a mop of dark hair that fell in waves and curled around his ears. He had quite a long nose but it looked good on him. His complexion was pale without being sallow and his eyes sparkled when he smiled. He had an average build and always seemed to attract the girls.
He told me something about his work and was keen to know how I was getting along in my teaching career. I could tell that all this talk was a preliminary to something that he wanted to tell me but was finding it hard to make a start.
‘What is it that you really wanted to see me about?’ I asked. He hesitated for a moment and then said, ‘I am going to be married.’
‘Oh, that’s good to hear,’ I replied. ‘Surely that is not a problem?’
‘Well yes and no,’ he said. ‘You see, I have known beryl for a long time now and we have been going out together regularly for about a year. We have decided to marry and the wedding will be in six weeks time.’
So?’ I said, ‘That should not be a cause for you to worry, especially if you both love each other.’
‘Yes... Yes we are in love but I am wondering whether I will be a disappointment to her.’
‘In what way a disappointment?’ I asked.
‘Well, it’s like this,’ Derek said. ‘We have never had sex. She pledged to remain a virgin until she was married and as she is the only girl I have ever dated... I am a virgin too. What if we are not compatible?’
‘You are a good looking healthy guy, I can’t see any problem.’ I said
‘But what if I am... you know.... gay? I.ve not had sex and as I have never pressed her to do more than exchange a chaste kiss, I wonder if I am really straight.’
‘Do you fancy guys?’ I asked.
‘I don’t think so, I have never given it any thought,’ Derek replied.
‘Do you fancy me?’ I asked.
‘Don’t be daft! You are my oldest and best friend ever,’ Derek said. ‘That’s why I want you to be my best man at the wedding.’
‘I’ll be honoured to be your best man,’ I said. ‘But how are you going to resolve the doubts you have about your wedding night duties? Have you considered your options?’
‘What could they be?’ Derek said looking a little puzzled.
‘You could go to a whore house and have a woman give you some experience or you could have a fling with a gay guy to ascertain whether or not you are gay or maybe bi-sexual or merely confused.
‘Hell! I couldn’t go to a whore house!’ he exclaimed. ‘And a gay guy may give me some awful disease.’
‘You don’t have to be gay to get what you call an ‘awful disease,’ I said. ‘You know I am gay and I am willing to be a guinea-pig if you want to test your sexuality. We are good friends, I and 100% fit and well as I practice safe sex. There would be no strings attached and I would not expect it to affect our friendship. What do you say?’ He thought for a while before replying.
‘Would you? I mean would you actually do that with me?’
‘Only if you want to,’ I said. ‘If I am to be your best man then I guess I would be the best man to help you in the circumstances. He looked at me, his eyes full of trust and we walked out to my car and drove to my apartment. On the way he asked, ‘What do gay guys do together?’
‘What do you think?’
‘Stick their cocks in each other?’
‘Only if that is what they want. There are other things than that. What do you do when you are feeling horny?’
‘I jerk off I guess.’
‘Just that, you do not do anything else?’
‘No... I have tried sticking my dick in things hoping to feel what it was like to fuck a woman, that’s all. Sometimes I have humped a pillow, but none of that gave me any kind of satisfaction,’ Derek said blushing as he had never talked to anyone about his lone sexual activities before. We arrived at the parking lot behind the block where my apartment was located and we took the elevator up to the sixth floor. I opened my door and stood aside for him to walk in.
‘Nice place you have here,’ he said with nervousness in his voice. I showed him round in an effort to put him at his ease. I suggested that we stripped down to our underwear once we were in the bedroom. By coincidence we were both wearing briefs. Mine were more decorative than his simple white ones but he had a nice tan and he looked good. We stood facing one another and he looked at me waiting for me to make a move. I stepped up to him and put my arms around him. He followed my lead and we stood there in a hug for a few minutes.
‘What now?’ he asked.
‘Well, in any sexual encounter the first steps are gentle caressing with the hands, like this,’ I said and I ran my hands over his upper body. ‘A kiss on the lips, like this,’ I said and kissed him in a modest way. He returned the kiss and we then became more adventurous with our lips and tongues. Our hands were still exploring and caressing and I could feel that he was becoming aroused as we ground our hips together. I placed a hand lightly on his bulge and felt his natural recoil.
‘Let me touch you,’ I said. ‘You can touch me.’ He relaxed some and I caressed his cock and balls and felt his hand make a tentative exploration of my own package. I had seen his cock in a limp state when we changed for games in high school and knew he was well endowed but nothing could have prepared me for the feel of his cock in its erect state. It was large and his balls were firm as eggs. I put my hand in his briefs and felt his recoil once again as he was unaccustomed to any one touching him in his privates. I pulled his briefs over his cock and dropped to my knees. He had a nice bush and his uncut cock the very personification of temptation. I gripped it in my right hand and licked the tip and drew back its hood. He gasped as I took the mushroom head between my lips and licked his shaft. I sucked on his balls and then took his shaft deep into my mouth. He was tense but soon began to react positively to my action.
‘Is this what you do with another guy?’ he asked.
‘Yes, we stimulate each other by blow jobs or maybe by mutual masturbation. What do you think of this?’ I asked and I sucked on his nipples.
‘That feels good,’ he said I never knew a man’s tits could be stimulated like that. Hell, I thought this guy is an innocent abroad! I grabbed his ass cheeks and let a finger run down his crack. He bucked when my finger ran over his tight bud. I turned him round and bent him over the low back of a chair. I spat on his but hole and gently pushed a finger inside. I found his prostate and massaged it with my finger tip.
‘Oh fuck!’ he said. ‘That feels fantastic.’ I continued to work his hole to relax it and asked him if he was willing to be penetrated. ‘What with?’ he asked. ‘My cock,’ I replied. ‘I’ll try it,’ he said. I got a condom from my nightstand and rolled it down the length of my cock. I put lube on it and a fair dollop on his butt hole. I then slowly pushed my cock against it and felt the head slide in. He groaned but did not object. I gently fucked his ass taking care not to cause him any discomfort. After a time I suggested that we changed our positions and I sat on the chair with him facing me as he impaled himself once more on my hard erection. I let him work himself up and down on my cock, setting his own ace as I watched his cock flop against my belly. I took hold of it and jerked him off as I felt my own climax spurt within the confines of the condom.
‘What now?’ he asked. He seemed to be getting into the swing of things so I suggested that maybe he would like to do to me what I had done to him. He gave me a tentative blowjob, gagging as he tried to take me deep into his throat. His hand wandered up to knead my nipples; he cupped my balls and sucked manfully on my cock. I had endured far worse so he was good although he was a novice. He asked me to pass him a condom and the lube and he was soon thrusting his cock deep into my butt like there was no tomorrow. We both reached a simultaneous climax and were dripping with sweat as we gasped to get our breathing back to normal.
‘How was it for you?’ I asked.
‘Great!’ He replied. ‘I’m not sure how that will help me on my wedding night but if having sex with my bride is half as good as that I won't be complaining.’
He phoned me a couple of days later to say that the wedding was off and that I would not be required to be his best man after all. We lost contact but I did hear some years later through a mutual friend that he was in a long term partnership with a male partner. I shall never know whether he was a closet gay or I had brought about a miraculous conversion.”
Scott had been persuaded to run yet another tale that he had recorded in George’s absence. This time it was from a guy who called himself Mel, again a lone traveller who stayed over for a couple of nights as he drove up the coast to eventually meet up with friends.
‘My story involves a Derek, guy I had known for as long as I could remember. We grew up in the same town, went to the same schools and were only parted when we went off to college. Derek wanted to become a marine engineer while I decided to follow and academic course with a view to becoming a teacher. We kept in touch at first but slowly our exchanges petered out and it was during my first year teaching English in a high school that he contacted me again. We found that we were living quite near to one another and we agreed to meet up for a drink and to talk over old times.
Derek was in good spirits and was looking good. He had grown somewhat since I had last seen him but he was still an inch or two shorter than me. While I had dark blond hair, yes I still had some in those days; Derek had a mop of dark hair that fell in waves and curled around his ears. He had quite a long nose but it looked good on him. His complexion was pale without being sallow and his eyes sparkled when he smiled. He had an average build and always seemed to attract the girls.
He told me something about his work and was keen to know how I was getting along in my teaching career. I could tell that all this talk was a preliminary to something that he wanted to tell me but was finding it hard to make a start.
‘What is it that you really wanted to see me about?’ I asked. He hesitated for a moment and then said, ‘I am going to be married.’
‘Oh, that’s good to hear,’ I replied. ‘Surely that is not a problem?’
‘Well yes and no,’ he said. ‘You see, I have known beryl for a long time now and we have been going out together regularly for about a year. We have decided to marry and the wedding will be in six weeks time.’
So?’ I said, ‘That should not be a cause for you to worry, especially if you both love each other.’
‘Yes... Yes we are in love but I am wondering whether I will be a disappointment to her.’
‘In what way a disappointment?’ I asked.
‘Well, it’s like this,’ Derek said. ‘We have never had sex. She pledged to remain a virgin until she was married and as she is the only girl I have ever dated... I am a virgin too. What if we are not compatible?’
‘You are a good looking healthy guy, I can’t see any problem.’ I said
‘But what if I am... you know.... gay? I.ve not had sex and as I have never pressed her to do more than exchange a chaste kiss, I wonder if I am really straight.’
‘Do you fancy guys?’ I asked.
‘I don’t think so, I have never given it any thought,’ Derek replied.
‘Do you fancy me?’ I asked.
‘Don’t be daft! You are my oldest and best friend ever,’ Derek said. ‘That’s why I want you to be my best man at the wedding.’
‘I’ll be honoured to be your best man,’ I said. ‘But how are you going to resolve the doubts you have about your wedding night duties? Have you considered your options?’
‘What could they be?’ Derek said looking a little puzzled.
‘You could go to a whore house and have a woman give you some experience or you could have a fling with a gay guy to ascertain whether or not you are gay or maybe bi-sexual or merely confused.
‘Hell! I couldn’t go to a whore house!’ he exclaimed. ‘And a gay guy may give me some awful disease.’
‘You don’t have to be gay to get what you call an ‘awful disease,’ I said. ‘You know I am gay and I am willing to be a guinea-pig if you want to test your sexuality. We are good friends, I and 100% fit and well as I practice safe sex. There would be no strings attached and I would not expect it to affect our friendship. What do you say?’ He thought for a while before replying.
‘Would you? I mean would you actually do that with me?’
‘Only if you want to,’ I said. ‘If I am to be your best man then I guess I would be the best man to help you in the circumstances. He looked at me, his eyes full of trust and we walked out to my car and drove to my apartment. On the way he asked, ‘What do gay guys do together?’
‘What do you think?’
‘Stick their cocks in each other?’
‘Only if that is what they want. There are other things than that. What do you do when you are feeling horny?’
‘I jerk off I guess.’
‘Just that, you do not do anything else?’
‘No... I have tried sticking my dick in things hoping to feel what it was like to fuck a woman, that’s all. Sometimes I have humped a pillow, but none of that gave me any kind of satisfaction,’ Derek said blushing as he had never talked to anyone about his lone sexual activities before. We arrived at the parking lot behind the block where my apartment was located and we took the elevator up to the sixth floor. I opened my door and stood aside for him to walk in.
‘Nice place you have here,’ he said with nervousness in his voice. I showed him round in an effort to put him at his ease. I suggested that we stripped down to our underwear once we were in the bedroom. By coincidence we were both wearing briefs. Mine were more decorative than his simple white ones but he had a nice tan and he looked good. We stood facing one another and he looked at me waiting for me to make a move. I stepped up to him and put my arms around him. He followed my lead and we stood there in a hug for a few minutes.
‘What now?’ he asked.
‘Well, in any sexual encounter the first steps are gentle caressing with the hands, like this,’ I said and I ran my hands over his upper body. ‘A kiss on the lips, like this,’ I said and kissed him in a modest way. He returned the kiss and we then became more adventurous with our lips and tongues. Our hands were still exploring and caressing and I could feel that he was becoming aroused as we ground our hips together. I placed a hand lightly on his bulge and felt his natural recoil.
‘Let me touch you,’ I said. ‘You can touch me.’ He relaxed some and I caressed his cock and balls and felt his hand make a tentative exploration of my own package. I had seen his cock in a limp state when we changed for games in high school and knew he was well endowed but nothing could have prepared me for the feel of his cock in its erect state. It was large and his balls were firm as eggs. I put my hand in his briefs and felt his recoil once again as he was unaccustomed to any one touching him in his privates. I pulled his briefs over his cock and dropped to my knees. He had a nice bush and his uncut cock the very personification of temptation. I gripped it in my right hand and licked the tip and drew back its hood. He gasped as I took the mushroom head between my lips and licked his shaft. I sucked on his balls and then took his shaft deep into my mouth. He was tense but soon began to react positively to my action.
‘Is this what you do with another guy?’ he asked.
‘Yes, we stimulate each other by blow jobs or maybe by mutual masturbation. What do you think of this?’ I asked and I sucked on his nipples.
‘That feels good,’ he said I never knew a man’s tits could be stimulated like that. Hell, I thought this guy is an innocent abroad! I grabbed his ass cheeks and let a finger run down his crack. He bucked when my finger ran over his tight bud. I turned him round and bent him over the low back of a chair. I spat on his but hole and gently pushed a finger inside. I found his prostate and massaged it with my finger tip.
‘Oh fuck!’ he said. ‘That feels fantastic.’ I continued to work his hole to relax it and asked him if he was willing to be penetrated. ‘What with?’ he asked. ‘My cock,’ I replied. ‘I’ll try it,’ he said. I got a condom from my nightstand and rolled it down the length of my cock. I put lube on it and a fair dollop on his butt hole. I then slowly pushed my cock against it and felt the head slide in. He groaned but did not object. I gently fucked his ass taking care not to cause him any discomfort. After a time I suggested that we changed our positions and I sat on the chair with him facing me as he impaled himself once more on my hard erection. I let him work himself up and down on my cock, setting his own ace as I watched his cock flop against my belly. I took hold of it and jerked him off as I felt my own climax spurt within the confines of the condom.
‘What now?’ he asked. He seemed to be getting into the swing of things so I suggested that maybe he would like to do to me what I had done to him. He gave me a tentative blowjob, gagging as he tried to take me deep into his throat. His hand wandered up to knead my nipples; he cupped my balls and sucked manfully on my cock. I had endured far worse so he was good although he was a novice. He asked me to pass him a condom and the lube and he was soon thrusting his cock deep into my butt like there was no tomorrow. We both reached a simultaneous climax and were dripping with sweat as we gasped to get our breathing back to normal.
‘How was it for you?’ I asked.
‘Great!’ He replied. ‘I’m not sure how that will help me on my wedding night but if having sex with my bride is half as good as that I won't be complaining.’
He phoned me a couple of days later to say that the wedding was off and that I would not be required to be his best man after all. We lost contact but I did hear some years later through a mutual friend that he was in a long term partnership with a male partner. I shall never know whether he was a closet gay or I had brought about a miraculous conversion.”
Craiger
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Sometimes the first is the best as Derek found out. Too bad he didn't want to try a few times more just to make sure
Mel should have pursued him a little more..... Great story, Auto.
Craiger
Mel should have pursued him a little more..... Great story, Auto.Craiger
There was an item on the Radio here this morning about a book recently published by the grandson of Ernest Hemingway. It seems the famous author had written as many as fifty-six alternative endings to his novel 'Farewell to Arms'.
This set me thinking - there could be an alternative ending to Mel's story about his encounter with Derek. How much better would it have been had Mel been able to say:
"I had a phone call a couple of days later from Derek asking if he could call round and see me. I said that I would be only too pleased to see him any time soon and arranged for him to visit with me that very afternoon.
'Mel,' he said. 'I have been thinking long and hard about my relationship with Janice. The fact that I have had no trouble in going along with her idea of delaying sex until our wedding night was as much an excuse for me as it was a decision for her. It saved me from having sex with her during our long courtship. To be honest, I dreaded the thought of it. I have to admit that I never had any sexual desire for her. I enjoyed her company and so long as it was platonic that was fine.'
'Are you telling me that you are gay?' I asked.
'Yes, and I have always felt a strong desire for you Mel. Ever since we were kids together, you have been my hero and our coming together has been a dream come true. I have spoken to Janice and told her that I cannot go through with the marriage, I even told her that I was homosexual and until now had been afraid to admit it even to myself. She broke down in tears and returned my ring. So, it's over. Do you have any feelings for me?' he asked.
'Feelings for you? Of course I do and always have,' I replied.
That was to be the beginning of many years together until Derek passed away following a long fight against cancer. I miss him but have many wonderful memories of our time together.'
This set me thinking - there could be an alternative ending to Mel's story about his encounter with Derek. How much better would it have been had Mel been able to say:
"I had a phone call a couple of days later from Derek asking if he could call round and see me. I said that I would be only too pleased to see him any time soon and arranged for him to visit with me that very afternoon.
'Mel,' he said. 'I have been thinking long and hard about my relationship with Janice. The fact that I have had no trouble in going along with her idea of delaying sex until our wedding night was as much an excuse for me as it was a decision for her. It saved me from having sex with her during our long courtship. To be honest, I dreaded the thought of it. I have to admit that I never had any sexual desire for her. I enjoyed her company and so long as it was platonic that was fine.'
'Are you telling me that you are gay?' I asked.
'Yes, and I have always felt a strong desire for you Mel. Ever since we were kids together, you have been my hero and our coming together has been a dream come true. I have spoken to Janice and told her that I cannot go through with the marriage, I even told her that I was homosexual and until now had been afraid to admit it even to myself. She broke down in tears and returned my ring. So, it's over. Do you have any feelings for me?' he asked.
'Feelings for you? Of course I do and always have,' I replied.
That was to be the beginning of many years together until Derek passed away following a long fight against cancer. I miss him but have many wonderful memories of our time together.'
Craiger
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Bravo, Derek!!!!! I knew he had it in him I like the idea of different endings, Auto. It even gives one a super way to invent their own ending. Probably not as good as yours, but it can stimulate the mind..... as well as other things.
Craiger
I like the idea of different endings, Auto. It even gives one a super way to invent their own ending. Probably not as good as yours, but it can stimulate the mind..... as well as other things.Craiger
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Awesome 'tails', and I like the alternative endings! 
If only we had made other moves/choices, at those pivotal moments in our own lives, it's interesting to wonder how much things would have turned out differently from how it all actually played out.
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
If only we had made other moves/choices, at those pivotal moments in our own lives, it's interesting to wonder how much things would have turned out differently from how it all actually played out.
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Auto,
A great installment, made all the better by the alternate ending.
This is a bit delayed - I started reading the other day, but didn't finish due to competing time constraints.
That, unfortunately, left the post as "already read" unbolded.
A great installment, made all the better by the alternate ending.
This is a bit delayed - I started reading the other day, but didn't finish due to competing time constraints.
That, unfortunately, left the post as "already read" unbolded.
Chapter Nineteen
George had listened to the recorded stories and thanked Scott for having the foresight to run his recorder so that he would not miss the various tales during his absence. Life could prove a little dull during the winter months while the hotel was closed unless they could find some fellow holiday makers willing to entertain them during the evenings that they spent on holiday. The first part of their vacation was to be a cruise in the Caribbean and they flew down to the Bahamas to board the ship.
‘This reminds me of the time I worked as a steward on a cruise ship,’ Scott said.
‘You were a steward on a cruise ship?’ George exclaimed in surprise. ‘You have never told me that you did that before!’
‘It was one of those things that were best forgotten. I was nineteen, my parents had been away for the weekend or so I thought. I had a friend over and we were making out when they returned unexpectedly. They had an accident with the car but fortunately, they were unharmed; fortunate for them but unfortunate for me. They called off their trip and came right back home. I was fucking the shit out of Robbie my football buddy on the den rug when they walked in. All hell let loose. They were strict Catholics and I was told that they did not want me under their roof any longer than it took for me to find alternative accommodation. I could not afford a place of my own and so a job on a cruise ship ticked all the boxes when I needed work, accommodation and food on the table in a rush.
I was given some basic training so that I could clean out cabins and bathrooms, change sheets and towels and make up beds. I was given my own cart containing all the gear I needed to carry out my duties and given a list of the cabins that would fall under my care. The crew upped anchor and my new life of virtual slavery began. I hardly saw the light of day as I worked my way through the cabins from breakfast through dinner. Dinner for the passengers that was, while they were enjoying their five course meal I was back on the cabin patrol turning down beds and placing chocolates on pillows to ensure that the over fed folks had a good night’s sleep. My next task was to replenish the stocks on my cart ready for the next day only then could I find my way to my own cabin and sleep the sleep of the dead until the wee small hours of the next day when my chores started all over. Where the ship went or where we docked, it was hard to say when you were working all hours below decks in air conditioned hell.
We had been at sea for almost a week when I had an hour to spare, having found ways to earn myself a break when I sat out on the deck set aside for the crew. I shared a small cabin with Hank, a deck steward who much, much older than I and had little or nothing to say to me. It was quite a surprise when a smart young officer spoke to me as I relaxed briefly that afternoon. We started chatting about home and such and I learned that he was twenty-three and had worked on the ship for two years. He was the first friendly guy I had met since my flight from home. Logan, that was his name suggested that we might go ashore for a while the next day as it was to be my day off.
We agreed to meet on the harbour as it was not considered ‘correct’ for officers to step out with lowly folk like a steward. We were both dressed in t-shirts and shorts as the weather was hot. Logan had been to this place before and told me that he knew of a secluded beach where we could be alone. At first I was not too sure why he wanted us to be alone but I found him attractive and hoped that he was thinking what I was thinking. We arrived at the cove and I had to admit that it was secluded. Surrounded by thick undergrowth and trees on the cliff tops the cove was reached by a steep set to steps cut into the rock face. The beach itself was of fine pure white powdery sand and the sea was a sparkling turquoise color but was as clear as glass once you were in it.
‘Come on, let’s swim,’ Logan said as he stripped off his shirt and shorts. He was wearing nothing else and looked god like as he stood urging me to follow his lead. I hesitated at first, unsure whether it was safe to skinny-dip. I then stripped off thinking ‘so what,’ and we ran down into the water. It was almost as warm as a bath and there was none of that initial cold shock I felt when diving into the sea at home. We splashed about and swam side to side across the cove before making our way back onto the beach. The sand stuck to our feet and legs like baker’s flour and as we had not brought towels we ran around shaking the excess water from our bodies which quickly dried in the sun.
We spread out our t-shirts and lay side by side on them. For me this was idyllic, such a change from being cooped up below decks slaving away cleaning cabins. We chatted for a while until I became drowsy and fell asleep. How long I dozed I do not know but I was awakened by the feel of Logan’s hand stroking my chest. He was smiling down at me as he lay on his side, propped up on his right elbow as his left hand wandered over my torso.
‘Has anyone ever told you that you are cute?’ he asked.
‘Not in so many words,’ I replied, blushing slightly as he leaned in to brush my lips with his own. I had fancied this guy from the first time I saw him striding around the ship in his smart uniform of white shirt and dark navy pants. I had wondered what he would look like naked and was far from disappointed by what I saw when we stripped off for our swim. I was excited now to feel his touch and to look down to see that his cock was standing proudly and pressing against my naked thigh.
‘What if someone was to see us here?’ I asked, worried that we could be in trouble should we be spotted together.
‘Don’t worry,’ he said, ‘we’re safe here.’ His fingers brushed down to my balls and he weighed them in his hand, and squeezing in a provocative way. His lips nuzzled my neck and he ran his kisses over my throat and shoulder. He nipped my nubs in turn with his teeth, not enough to hurt but sufficiently to tease them into firm peaks. Still holding onto my balls he ran his tongue down my belly to stop at the base of my dick that by now was hard and standing upright. He blew on it to disperse the few grains of fine sand that had lingered there after our dip in the sea. He ran his tongue around the rim of my cock-head and after smiling up at me with a wicked glint in his eyes, swallowed my shaft deep into his mouth.
He was gentle, nothing like the fumbling experienced with Robbie back home where we were horny buddies needing to get our rocks off with the minimum of finesse. He took as long as was necessary for me to reach a climax. When I offered to return the compliment he merely said ‘Another time, we must be going back to the ship.’ We got dressed and went back to the harbour where the ship was being prepared to leave on the next leg of the cruise. I was soon back in the confines of the lower deck where my never ending routine of cabin duties was resumed.
A couple of days later I found a note on my cart. It was from Logan telling me to make my way to his cabin at 11.30 that evening. I would be off duty by that time and so I went about my work with a smile on my face that didn’t go unnoticed. One or two of the other stewards that passed me during the day asked why I was looking so happy. One even suggested that maybe I had made out with a female passenger, every steward’s dream if the conversation in the mess room was to be believed. I left them all guessing and when the appointed time arrived I knocked cautiously on Logan’s cabin door.
He opened up and quickly pulled me inside, checking that no one in the gangway had seen me. We sat side by side on his bunk and he handed me a glass of wine.
‘So glad you came,’ Logan said. ‘I was not sure whether you would want to accept my invitation.’
‘How could I resist?’ I replied. ‘You said there would be a next time when we were at the beach. I have been looking forward to it for days.’ He took the glass from my hand and put it alongside his own on the small cabinet by the bunk. With a hand on my thigh he started to kiss me, long lingering kisses. I placed my hand on his crotch and rubbed the growing bulge. He was wearing pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt and so it was easy for me to release his cock from its hiding place. I knelt down and took the tip between my lips and licked off the pearl if pre-cum. Logan put his hands on top of my head and guided me down onto his ever increasing erection.
‘Oh fuck!’ he said, ‘That feels so good.’ I continued to work on his cock and he undid the button on the waist band of his PJs and opened them up so that I could caress his balls. He had shaved the sack and trimmed his pubes leaving enough hair to tickle my nose as I deep throated his magnificent cock. I sucked on his balls while using a hand to jerk on his spit-slicked cock.
‘Enough,’ he said. ‘I don’t want to cum just yet. Take your clothes off, Scott.’ I did as he asked and as I stripped he reached into the drawer of the bunk side cabinet and pulled out a pack of condoms. I watched as he took one from its pack and rolled it onto his erection. He then took a bottle of lube and dripped some onto his rubbered cock while a further few drops were applied to my butt hole with hsi lubed up fingers. The lube was cold and caused me to shiver but the shivering changed to an electric tremble as I felt his cock pressing home. He had me straddling his legs as he sat on the bunk, his cock firmly planted inside me. I bounced up and down as his still lube covered hand jerked on my cock. I put an arm around his neck and let my tongue explore his lips and mouth as he fucked my butt.
We had to stifle our moans and cries as the cabin walls were paper thin and sound could carry but our passion was unabated by this small consideration. We changed positions several times; I found myself being pounded doggy fashion on the bunk, on my back with my legs flung over his shoulders and even balanced on the cabin floor with my entire weight on my shoulders as Logan pushed his cock into my ass as I was bent in two with my own cock hovering above my face.
Our frantic coupling grew to a shattering climax as we both came with sweat soaked bodies and gasping for air. We huddled together on his bunk, clasping our arms around our heaving bodies feeling the sticky mess on our bellies as they were clenched together, our cocks sliding in the mess between us. It was the most over whelming sexual experience i had ever enjoyed and one that I wished could never end.
We laughed as we struggled together in the restricted space of the tiny cabin bathroom shower and making do with the one and only towel. We kissed goodnight once I had dressed and I made my way back to my own shared cabin where Hank, my surly companion, was sleeping as I climbed into my bunk making as little noise as possible so as not to disturb him.
The next morning, just after I had my breakfast and started my work; I was summoned to the Captain’s cabin. I knocked on the door and a gruff voice ordered me to enter. I saw the Captain sat behind a desk and Logan standing before him.
‘It has been brought to my notice that you have both been indulging in a sexual relationship,’ the Captain said. ‘This is something I will not tolerate aboard my ship. You,’ he pointing at me, ’will be set ashore as soon as we reach the next port. You will be given your wages and the fare for a flight back home.’ He then turned to Logan and said, ‘I am disgusted to find that one of my officers should be cavorting in his cabin with a steward! You will forfeit seven day’s pay and be relieved of your duties once this cruise is over.’
We have no means of appeal against the Captain’s judgement as his word was law on board ship. I discovered that I had inadvertently left Logan’s note in my shared cabin as it was the rat Hank who had read it and reported us to the Captain. I could only guess he was jealous as I had found a friend. All too soon, I found myself out of work with nowhere to go. I found an army recruiting office and joined the military as the most obvious way to get both work and a home.’
George had listened to the recorded stories and thanked Scott for having the foresight to run his recorder so that he would not miss the various tales during his absence. Life could prove a little dull during the winter months while the hotel was closed unless they could find some fellow holiday makers willing to entertain them during the evenings that they spent on holiday. The first part of their vacation was to be a cruise in the Caribbean and they flew down to the Bahamas to board the ship.
‘This reminds me of the time I worked as a steward on a cruise ship,’ Scott said.
‘You were a steward on a cruise ship?’ George exclaimed in surprise. ‘You have never told me that you did that before!’
‘It was one of those things that were best forgotten. I was nineteen, my parents had been away for the weekend or so I thought. I had a friend over and we were making out when they returned unexpectedly. They had an accident with the car but fortunately, they were unharmed; fortunate for them but unfortunate for me. They called off their trip and came right back home. I was fucking the shit out of Robbie my football buddy on the den rug when they walked in. All hell let loose. They were strict Catholics and I was told that they did not want me under their roof any longer than it took for me to find alternative accommodation. I could not afford a place of my own and so a job on a cruise ship ticked all the boxes when I needed work, accommodation and food on the table in a rush.
I was given some basic training so that I could clean out cabins and bathrooms, change sheets and towels and make up beds. I was given my own cart containing all the gear I needed to carry out my duties and given a list of the cabins that would fall under my care. The crew upped anchor and my new life of virtual slavery began. I hardly saw the light of day as I worked my way through the cabins from breakfast through dinner. Dinner for the passengers that was, while they were enjoying their five course meal I was back on the cabin patrol turning down beds and placing chocolates on pillows to ensure that the over fed folks had a good night’s sleep. My next task was to replenish the stocks on my cart ready for the next day only then could I find my way to my own cabin and sleep the sleep of the dead until the wee small hours of the next day when my chores started all over. Where the ship went or where we docked, it was hard to say when you were working all hours below decks in air conditioned hell.
We had been at sea for almost a week when I had an hour to spare, having found ways to earn myself a break when I sat out on the deck set aside for the crew. I shared a small cabin with Hank, a deck steward who much, much older than I and had little or nothing to say to me. It was quite a surprise when a smart young officer spoke to me as I relaxed briefly that afternoon. We started chatting about home and such and I learned that he was twenty-three and had worked on the ship for two years. He was the first friendly guy I had met since my flight from home. Logan, that was his name suggested that we might go ashore for a while the next day as it was to be my day off.
We agreed to meet on the harbour as it was not considered ‘correct’ for officers to step out with lowly folk like a steward. We were both dressed in t-shirts and shorts as the weather was hot. Logan had been to this place before and told me that he knew of a secluded beach where we could be alone. At first I was not too sure why he wanted us to be alone but I found him attractive and hoped that he was thinking what I was thinking. We arrived at the cove and I had to admit that it was secluded. Surrounded by thick undergrowth and trees on the cliff tops the cove was reached by a steep set to steps cut into the rock face. The beach itself was of fine pure white powdery sand and the sea was a sparkling turquoise color but was as clear as glass once you were in it.
‘Come on, let’s swim,’ Logan said as he stripped off his shirt and shorts. He was wearing nothing else and looked god like as he stood urging me to follow his lead. I hesitated at first, unsure whether it was safe to skinny-dip. I then stripped off thinking ‘so what,’ and we ran down into the water. It was almost as warm as a bath and there was none of that initial cold shock I felt when diving into the sea at home. We splashed about and swam side to side across the cove before making our way back onto the beach. The sand stuck to our feet and legs like baker’s flour and as we had not brought towels we ran around shaking the excess water from our bodies which quickly dried in the sun.
We spread out our t-shirts and lay side by side on them. For me this was idyllic, such a change from being cooped up below decks slaving away cleaning cabins. We chatted for a while until I became drowsy and fell asleep. How long I dozed I do not know but I was awakened by the feel of Logan’s hand stroking my chest. He was smiling down at me as he lay on his side, propped up on his right elbow as his left hand wandered over my torso.
‘Has anyone ever told you that you are cute?’ he asked.
‘Not in so many words,’ I replied, blushing slightly as he leaned in to brush my lips with his own. I had fancied this guy from the first time I saw him striding around the ship in his smart uniform of white shirt and dark navy pants. I had wondered what he would look like naked and was far from disappointed by what I saw when we stripped off for our swim. I was excited now to feel his touch and to look down to see that his cock was standing proudly and pressing against my naked thigh.
‘What if someone was to see us here?’ I asked, worried that we could be in trouble should we be spotted together.
‘Don’t worry,’ he said, ‘we’re safe here.’ His fingers brushed down to my balls and he weighed them in his hand, and squeezing in a provocative way. His lips nuzzled my neck and he ran his kisses over my throat and shoulder. He nipped my nubs in turn with his teeth, not enough to hurt but sufficiently to tease them into firm peaks. Still holding onto my balls he ran his tongue down my belly to stop at the base of my dick that by now was hard and standing upright. He blew on it to disperse the few grains of fine sand that had lingered there after our dip in the sea. He ran his tongue around the rim of my cock-head and after smiling up at me with a wicked glint in his eyes, swallowed my shaft deep into his mouth.
He was gentle, nothing like the fumbling experienced with Robbie back home where we were horny buddies needing to get our rocks off with the minimum of finesse. He took as long as was necessary for me to reach a climax. When I offered to return the compliment he merely said ‘Another time, we must be going back to the ship.’ We got dressed and went back to the harbour where the ship was being prepared to leave on the next leg of the cruise. I was soon back in the confines of the lower deck where my never ending routine of cabin duties was resumed.
A couple of days later I found a note on my cart. It was from Logan telling me to make my way to his cabin at 11.30 that evening. I would be off duty by that time and so I went about my work with a smile on my face that didn’t go unnoticed. One or two of the other stewards that passed me during the day asked why I was looking so happy. One even suggested that maybe I had made out with a female passenger, every steward’s dream if the conversation in the mess room was to be believed. I left them all guessing and when the appointed time arrived I knocked cautiously on Logan’s cabin door.
He opened up and quickly pulled me inside, checking that no one in the gangway had seen me. We sat side by side on his bunk and he handed me a glass of wine.
‘So glad you came,’ Logan said. ‘I was not sure whether you would want to accept my invitation.’
‘How could I resist?’ I replied. ‘You said there would be a next time when we were at the beach. I have been looking forward to it for days.’ He took the glass from my hand and put it alongside his own on the small cabinet by the bunk. With a hand on my thigh he started to kiss me, long lingering kisses. I placed my hand on his crotch and rubbed the growing bulge. He was wearing pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt and so it was easy for me to release his cock from its hiding place. I knelt down and took the tip between my lips and licked off the pearl if pre-cum. Logan put his hands on top of my head and guided me down onto his ever increasing erection.
‘Oh fuck!’ he said, ‘That feels so good.’ I continued to work on his cock and he undid the button on the waist band of his PJs and opened them up so that I could caress his balls. He had shaved the sack and trimmed his pubes leaving enough hair to tickle my nose as I deep throated his magnificent cock. I sucked on his balls while using a hand to jerk on his spit-slicked cock.
‘Enough,’ he said. ‘I don’t want to cum just yet. Take your clothes off, Scott.’ I did as he asked and as I stripped he reached into the drawer of the bunk side cabinet and pulled out a pack of condoms. I watched as he took one from its pack and rolled it onto his erection. He then took a bottle of lube and dripped some onto his rubbered cock while a further few drops were applied to my butt hole with hsi lubed up fingers. The lube was cold and caused me to shiver but the shivering changed to an electric tremble as I felt his cock pressing home. He had me straddling his legs as he sat on the bunk, his cock firmly planted inside me. I bounced up and down as his still lube covered hand jerked on my cock. I put an arm around his neck and let my tongue explore his lips and mouth as he fucked my butt.
We had to stifle our moans and cries as the cabin walls were paper thin and sound could carry but our passion was unabated by this small consideration. We changed positions several times; I found myself being pounded doggy fashion on the bunk, on my back with my legs flung over his shoulders and even balanced on the cabin floor with my entire weight on my shoulders as Logan pushed his cock into my ass as I was bent in two with my own cock hovering above my face.
Our frantic coupling grew to a shattering climax as we both came with sweat soaked bodies and gasping for air. We huddled together on his bunk, clasping our arms around our heaving bodies feeling the sticky mess on our bellies as they were clenched together, our cocks sliding in the mess between us. It was the most over whelming sexual experience i had ever enjoyed and one that I wished could never end.
We laughed as we struggled together in the restricted space of the tiny cabin bathroom shower and making do with the one and only towel. We kissed goodnight once I had dressed and I made my way back to my own shared cabin where Hank, my surly companion, was sleeping as I climbed into my bunk making as little noise as possible so as not to disturb him.
The next morning, just after I had my breakfast and started my work; I was summoned to the Captain’s cabin. I knocked on the door and a gruff voice ordered me to enter. I saw the Captain sat behind a desk and Logan standing before him.
‘It has been brought to my notice that you have both been indulging in a sexual relationship,’ the Captain said. ‘This is something I will not tolerate aboard my ship. You,’ he pointing at me, ’will be set ashore as soon as we reach the next port. You will be given your wages and the fare for a flight back home.’ He then turned to Logan and said, ‘I am disgusted to find that one of my officers should be cavorting in his cabin with a steward! You will forfeit seven day’s pay and be relieved of your duties once this cruise is over.’
We have no means of appeal against the Captain’s judgement as his word was law on board ship. I discovered that I had inadvertently left Logan’s note in my shared cabin as it was the rat Hank who had read it and reported us to the Captain. I could only guess he was jealous as I had found a friend. All too soon, I found myself out of work with nowhere to go. I found an army recruiting office and joined the military as the most obvious way to get both work and a home.’
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I certainly hope Scott kept in touch with Logan. Or maybe Logan will find Scott again and be a guest at the resort. There's nothing better than those few short years of youth and the excitement and trouble in which one finds themselves. Another great story, Auto.
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Hey, Auto! 
THANK YOU! for the latest addition to "Tales"!
I really appreciated that it was from Scott!
I do have some experience with cruise ships. Spent a week on one crossing the Atlantic, New York to Milan. However, I was still a 'lad' at the time, and traveling with my family, all of us in one cabin. There was absolutely NO chance of even jerking off!
Sorry to hear of the cirCUMstances of Scott getting kicked out of his Family Home. However, those consequences lead to him meeting George!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
THANK YOU! for the latest addition to "Tales"!
I really appreciated that it was from Scott!
I do have some experience with cruise ships. Spent a week on one crossing the Atlantic, New York to Milan. However, I was still a 'lad' at the time, and traveling with my family, all of us in one cabin. There was absolutely NO chance of even jerking off!
Sorry to hear of the cirCUMstances of Scott getting kicked out of his Family Home. However, those consequences lead to him meeting George!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Logan found another ship with a captain that was neither narrow minded nor homophobic. He did in fact track down Scott and visit Gledhill House, so we can look forward to hearing a story from him in due course. Scott is pleased that his tale has been well received.
Auto,
A most engaging and erotic tale of a Summer's Tryst.
A most engaging and erotic tale of a Summer's Tryst.
Chapter Twenty
Scott and George were enjoying their second day at sea, the weather was fine, the sea was calm and they were sunning themselves on loungers when one of the ship’s officers walked up to them.
‘Scott... Is that really you?’ Scott looked up at the figure standing over him and it took a few seconds to recognize it as being Logan. The passing years had not changed him too much. His hair had a distinguishing touch of gray on the sides and there were lines around his eyes but he was still as handsome as ever.
‘Logan! It’s wonderful seeing you here after all this time!’ Scott exclaimed. ‘George, look it’s Logan – my old shipmate I was telling you about.’ Logan reached out to shake hands with George who was impressed by the handsome looking ship’s officer.
‘Hi! Good to meet you – Scott was only telling me about you a short time ago and I have to say, I wondered whether you really existed or whether you were part of his vid imagination.’
‘I guess I’m real – at least I was the last time I looked!’ Logan laughed.
‘So what are you doing here?’ Scott asked.
‘It’s rather necessary for me to be here – I am the ship’s captain,’ Logan said with pride.
‘So you made good! Scott said, ‘I’m so pleased for you!’
‘Look, I have got to get back to the bridge. I want to catch up with old times, Scott. Why don’t you guys come to my cabin for dinner tonight when we can have more time together.’ Logan said.
‘Thanks,’ George and Scott said in unison. ‘See you what, around 7 pm?’ Scott continued.
‘That will be good... see you later then,’ Logan said as he walked off.
After a sumptuous dinner in the snug surroundings of the captain’s cabin, George and Scott settled back to listen to a story Logan had to share with them.
‘I may as well tell you what happened after Scott and I were reprimanded for our liaison all those years ago. As you know Scott, I was kept on until the end of the cruise. It was all of three months before the ship eventually arrived back at its home port and I was discharged by the bigoted captain. I had a car in storage waiting for my return so that I could drive home. It was mid-autumn by that time and the nights were drawing in and the weather was becoming increasingly unpleasant. I had a drive of about a hundred and fifty miles ahead of me and by the time I had just the last five or so to go, the rain was coming down in torrents.
Visibility was poor and I had to slow down to peer through the windshield to see the road. Suddenly a figure jumped out into the range of my lights and I braked sharply to avoid hitting him. It was a guy of about my own age who was dressed in jeans and an open denim jacket over a drenched white t-shirt. It was the white of the shirt that saved his life I guess, as it was that which was picked up in the beam of my headlights. He ran round to my window and asked if I could give him a ride.
I hesitated for a moment, not anxious to have so much wet on my passenger seat. Then I took pity on him and told him to jump into the car. As I drove off he told me how he had been hijacked and his car stolen along with all his possessions. His home was good forty or so miles further up the highway than mine so I suggested that he stay over at my house for the night in the hope that the weather would improve and he could make arrangements for a replacement car.
My home at that time was quite some way out of town and isolated in a small clearing in what was otherwise dense woodland. I drove up to the single storey house and parked as close as I could to the door. Even so the heavy rain made my passenger as wet as he had been when I picked him up and did its best to soak me as I struggled with my holdall and foraged in my pocket for my front door key. We stumbled inside over the pile of junk mail that littered the door mat and I switched on the lights. I got my first good look at Flynn. He was a college student on his way home after taking his final exams. His dark blond hair was plastered to his head by the rain and he was dripping water onto the oak floor boards. Without asking me he started to strip off. First his jacket and then his wet t-shirt that was stuck to him like a second skin. His body was that of an athlete, finely muscled with a nice tan. He kicked off his shoes and wriggled out of his jeans and socks. With his wet clothes in a heap at his feet he stood there in just his white underwear.
Only my jacket and pants had been dampened by the deluge as we got from the car so my plight was nowhere so desperate. I showed him to the bathroom so that he could warm up with a hot shower. I then gathered up his clothes and took them to the kitchen so that they could go into the washer. I dried my hair on a towel and took off my wet pants. My boxers were dry as was my shirt and socks, so I wandered around putting on lights and turning up the heating in a state of semi-undressed.
Food was the next criterion and I rustled up a meal of fish from the freezer with fries and bread rolls that I defrosted in the micro-wave oven. I had given Flynn my bath robe to put on once he had finished his shower. He used my phone to report the theft of his car to the police before we sat and chatted over our meal. He told me how he had stopped on the road as a car had appeared to have broken down. It was the classic ploy used by carjackers and Flynn had fallen for it hook, line and sinker. They took his keys, credit cards and cash as well as his car leaving him to walk along the darkening road. Several cars had passed him but none had stopped and then the rain started to fall. As I drove up, he knew the only way to get me to stop was to stand in my way, risking his life. The alternative was to possibly die from exposure in the storm as the temperature plummeted. Fortunately, I had stopped and here we were together in my small bachelor pad.
Together we washed the dishes after our meal and it was my turn to take a shower. I changed into some fresh boxers and set about making up the spare bed for my guest and we then retired to our separate rooms.
I found it difficult to sleep. The storm was still raging outside and the sound of the rain on the roof was extraordinary. When I did drop off I had a series of weird dreams and in one I was having sex with a guy. I did not know who he was but he kept calling my name. I awoke to the sound of a loud clap of thunder. Immediately after it there was a great flash of lightning that lit up the room despite the fact that the drapes were closed. I then heard the voice calling my name again. I turned on the light by the bed and saw Flynn standing in the doorway.
‘Logan... do you mind if I sleep with you... I am terrified of thunder storms and can’t bear to be alone?’
I held open the bedclothes and he slipped in beside me. He explained how his home had been hit by lightning when he was a child and the house caught on fire and was destroyed. He and his parents managed to escape unharmed but his brother was killed. He lay beside me his naked body trembling and I put an arm around him to comfort him. The trembling slowly stopped and the storm seemed to pass over. Flynn had sent out no sexual signals, so respecting his privacy I made no move on him and soon we were both sleeping.
When I woke I saw that it was eight o’clock and the sun was shining, a fine morning after the storm. I got up leaving Flynn sleeping in my bed and after washing and shaving, I set about preparing some breakfast. Flynn joined me in the kitchen dressed in the robe I had lent him. His clothes were dry and he took them to the guest room to get dressed. After we had breakfast I offered to drive him home. He said he did not want to trouble me further but I insisted, saying that I had nothing else to do as I was on vacation for the next three weeks. Before leaving he phoned his insurance company to report the car theft. He felt that there was little hope of seeing it again as it was most likely to be used in a crime and then torched to cover the tracks of the hijackers.
Our drive to Flynn’s home was uneventful. When we arrived he insisted that I stay and travel back the next day. He found a note on the kitchen counter explaining that his parents had gone to visit with his grandmother who had fallen and broken her wrist; they would be with her for a few days.
‘Not much hope of a dinner here with mom away,’ said Flynn. ‘There is a diner nearby we could go there to eat if you like?’
‘That’s more than fine by me,’ I replied aware that as Flynn had lost his cash and credit card, I would be picking up the check. The diner proved to be one of the better ones and the food was good. We returned to the house and watched TV for a time. Flynn explained that there was no spare room but as we had shared my bed the night before, maybe I would not be averse to sharing his. After taking showers in turn we hit the sack.
‘I owe you big time,’ Flynn said as we lay in the darkened room.
‘It’s nothing. I a pleased to have been able to help you and I have enjoyed having your company,’ I replied.
‘There is a way I can show my gratitude,’ he said and I felt his hand on my neck. He drew me close and kissed me on the cheek. When I did not recoil he kissed me on the mouth. I responded and soon we were exchanging kisses that became more and more passionate. His lips and tongue explored my neck and chest and I grew increasingly hard.
‘That feels good,’ he said as his hand moved over my erection and balls. He grasped my cock and moved down the bed so that his face was over my groin. I felt his warm breath on my lower abdomen as he jerked on my cock before taking it in his mouth. I moaned with pleasure, this was the first time I had sex with another guy since my encounter with you Scott and I was as horny as hell.’
Scott said, ‘I can understand that. I had blue balls for weeks after our time together. But carry on with your story...’
‘Flynn was hot, of that I had no doubt,’ Logan continued. ‘He sucked my cock and licked my balls all the while fingering my butt hole. I could feel his hard uncut cock as it brushed against me from time to time and was hungry for it. I pushed him off me and spun round so that I could take him into my mouth. He was dripping pre-cum and it tasted sweet on my lips. His cock head was large and well formed and fitted my mouth like a slippery plug. I yearned to feel it in my ass and told him so.
Flynn found a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube tucked away amongst his underwear. ‘My mom found these onetime and asked me why I had them,’ Flynn laughed. ‘I explained that they were required for a medical condition and had been prescribed by a doctor. When it comes to matters of sex she is very naive having been raised as a devout Catholic and my dad is not much better.’ Flynn allowed me to put the condom on his magnificent cock and I knelt up on my hands and knees so that he could lube my butt hole. I Shuddered a little as I felt the cold lube on my ass but I let out a grateful “Oh YES!” as I received the full length of Flynn’s cock. He was a considerate lover and was gentle with me. However as we both got more and more aroused he increased his pace until he was riding me as though he was a jockey with an eye on winning the Kentucky Derby. Man that was some hot fuck! He slapped my butt, stinging it until I could feel it glowing before he finally came and pulled out from me, collapsing at my side.
‘Your turn now,’ he said as he gasped for air. He handed me the condoms and I put one on my pre-cum dripping cock. I was so close to a climax myself that I did not think I could give him as much of a good time as he had just given me. I took a firm grip around the top part of my cock as it was said that such action could delay ejaculation. Full of hope, I pushed into his butt after applying a liberal amount of the lubricant. He was tight and almost virginal as he allowed me to pump my rod deep into him. As I feared, I did not last long before I came. We were both shaking with the effects of our climax and dozed as we came down from the pinnacle of our frantic fucking. After a time we had recovered sufficiently to repeat the performances until our balls ran dry and our cocks were sore from so much use.
I stayed with Flynn for the best part of a week, only leaving after he received a phone call to say that his parents were on their way home. He had not come out to them and felt it advisable for me to make myself scarce for the sake of appearances. I was sorry to go but like most good things, they cannot last forever.’
‘Goddamn!’ George exclaimed. ‘That was some experience; I do think you have made Scott a little jealous of Flynn.’
‘Flynn was hot but I shall always remember my time with Scott, he no need to be jealous,’ Logan said.
Scott and George were enjoying their second day at sea, the weather was fine, the sea was calm and they were sunning themselves on loungers when one of the ship’s officers walked up to them.
‘Scott... Is that really you?’ Scott looked up at the figure standing over him and it took a few seconds to recognize it as being Logan. The passing years had not changed him too much. His hair had a distinguishing touch of gray on the sides and there were lines around his eyes but he was still as handsome as ever.
‘Logan! It’s wonderful seeing you here after all this time!’ Scott exclaimed. ‘George, look it’s Logan – my old shipmate I was telling you about.’ Logan reached out to shake hands with George who was impressed by the handsome looking ship’s officer.
‘Hi! Good to meet you – Scott was only telling me about you a short time ago and I have to say, I wondered whether you really existed or whether you were part of his vid imagination.’
‘I guess I’m real – at least I was the last time I looked!’ Logan laughed.
‘So what are you doing here?’ Scott asked.
‘It’s rather necessary for me to be here – I am the ship’s captain,’ Logan said with pride.
‘So you made good! Scott said, ‘I’m so pleased for you!’
‘Look, I have got to get back to the bridge. I want to catch up with old times, Scott. Why don’t you guys come to my cabin for dinner tonight when we can have more time together.’ Logan said.
‘Thanks,’ George and Scott said in unison. ‘See you what, around 7 pm?’ Scott continued.
‘That will be good... see you later then,’ Logan said as he walked off.
***** ***** ***** ***** ******
After a sumptuous dinner in the snug surroundings of the captain’s cabin, George and Scott settled back to listen to a story Logan had to share with them.
‘I may as well tell you what happened after Scott and I were reprimanded for our liaison all those years ago. As you know Scott, I was kept on until the end of the cruise. It was all of three months before the ship eventually arrived back at its home port and I was discharged by the bigoted captain. I had a car in storage waiting for my return so that I could drive home. It was mid-autumn by that time and the nights were drawing in and the weather was becoming increasingly unpleasant. I had a drive of about a hundred and fifty miles ahead of me and by the time I had just the last five or so to go, the rain was coming down in torrents.
Visibility was poor and I had to slow down to peer through the windshield to see the road. Suddenly a figure jumped out into the range of my lights and I braked sharply to avoid hitting him. It was a guy of about my own age who was dressed in jeans and an open denim jacket over a drenched white t-shirt. It was the white of the shirt that saved his life I guess, as it was that which was picked up in the beam of my headlights. He ran round to my window and asked if I could give him a ride.
I hesitated for a moment, not anxious to have so much wet on my passenger seat. Then I took pity on him and told him to jump into the car. As I drove off he told me how he had been hijacked and his car stolen along with all his possessions. His home was good forty or so miles further up the highway than mine so I suggested that he stay over at my house for the night in the hope that the weather would improve and he could make arrangements for a replacement car.
My home at that time was quite some way out of town and isolated in a small clearing in what was otherwise dense woodland. I drove up to the single storey house and parked as close as I could to the door. Even so the heavy rain made my passenger as wet as he had been when I picked him up and did its best to soak me as I struggled with my holdall and foraged in my pocket for my front door key. We stumbled inside over the pile of junk mail that littered the door mat and I switched on the lights. I got my first good look at Flynn. He was a college student on his way home after taking his final exams. His dark blond hair was plastered to his head by the rain and he was dripping water onto the oak floor boards. Without asking me he started to strip off. First his jacket and then his wet t-shirt that was stuck to him like a second skin. His body was that of an athlete, finely muscled with a nice tan. He kicked off his shoes and wriggled out of his jeans and socks. With his wet clothes in a heap at his feet he stood there in just his white underwear.
Only my jacket and pants had been dampened by the deluge as we got from the car so my plight was nowhere so desperate. I showed him to the bathroom so that he could warm up with a hot shower. I then gathered up his clothes and took them to the kitchen so that they could go into the washer. I dried my hair on a towel and took off my wet pants. My boxers were dry as was my shirt and socks, so I wandered around putting on lights and turning up the heating in a state of semi-undressed.
Food was the next criterion and I rustled up a meal of fish from the freezer with fries and bread rolls that I defrosted in the micro-wave oven. I had given Flynn my bath robe to put on once he had finished his shower. He used my phone to report the theft of his car to the police before we sat and chatted over our meal. He told me how he had stopped on the road as a car had appeared to have broken down. It was the classic ploy used by carjackers and Flynn had fallen for it hook, line and sinker. They took his keys, credit cards and cash as well as his car leaving him to walk along the darkening road. Several cars had passed him but none had stopped and then the rain started to fall. As I drove up, he knew the only way to get me to stop was to stand in my way, risking his life. The alternative was to possibly die from exposure in the storm as the temperature plummeted. Fortunately, I had stopped and here we were together in my small bachelor pad.
Together we washed the dishes after our meal and it was my turn to take a shower. I changed into some fresh boxers and set about making up the spare bed for my guest and we then retired to our separate rooms.
I found it difficult to sleep. The storm was still raging outside and the sound of the rain on the roof was extraordinary. When I did drop off I had a series of weird dreams and in one I was having sex with a guy. I did not know who he was but he kept calling my name. I awoke to the sound of a loud clap of thunder. Immediately after it there was a great flash of lightning that lit up the room despite the fact that the drapes were closed. I then heard the voice calling my name again. I turned on the light by the bed and saw Flynn standing in the doorway.
‘Logan... do you mind if I sleep with you... I am terrified of thunder storms and can’t bear to be alone?’
I held open the bedclothes and he slipped in beside me. He explained how his home had been hit by lightning when he was a child and the house caught on fire and was destroyed. He and his parents managed to escape unharmed but his brother was killed. He lay beside me his naked body trembling and I put an arm around him to comfort him. The trembling slowly stopped and the storm seemed to pass over. Flynn had sent out no sexual signals, so respecting his privacy I made no move on him and soon we were both sleeping.
When I woke I saw that it was eight o’clock and the sun was shining, a fine morning after the storm. I got up leaving Flynn sleeping in my bed and after washing and shaving, I set about preparing some breakfast. Flynn joined me in the kitchen dressed in the robe I had lent him. His clothes were dry and he took them to the guest room to get dressed. After we had breakfast I offered to drive him home. He said he did not want to trouble me further but I insisted, saying that I had nothing else to do as I was on vacation for the next three weeks. Before leaving he phoned his insurance company to report the car theft. He felt that there was little hope of seeing it again as it was most likely to be used in a crime and then torched to cover the tracks of the hijackers.
Our drive to Flynn’s home was uneventful. When we arrived he insisted that I stay and travel back the next day. He found a note on the kitchen counter explaining that his parents had gone to visit with his grandmother who had fallen and broken her wrist; they would be with her for a few days.
‘Not much hope of a dinner here with mom away,’ said Flynn. ‘There is a diner nearby we could go there to eat if you like?’
‘That’s more than fine by me,’ I replied aware that as Flynn had lost his cash and credit card, I would be picking up the check. The diner proved to be one of the better ones and the food was good. We returned to the house and watched TV for a time. Flynn explained that there was no spare room but as we had shared my bed the night before, maybe I would not be averse to sharing his. After taking showers in turn we hit the sack.
‘I owe you big time,’ Flynn said as we lay in the darkened room.
‘It’s nothing. I a pleased to have been able to help you and I have enjoyed having your company,’ I replied.
‘There is a way I can show my gratitude,’ he said and I felt his hand on my neck. He drew me close and kissed me on the cheek. When I did not recoil he kissed me on the mouth. I responded and soon we were exchanging kisses that became more and more passionate. His lips and tongue explored my neck and chest and I grew increasingly hard.
‘That feels good,’ he said as his hand moved over my erection and balls. He grasped my cock and moved down the bed so that his face was over my groin. I felt his warm breath on my lower abdomen as he jerked on my cock before taking it in his mouth. I moaned with pleasure, this was the first time I had sex with another guy since my encounter with you Scott and I was as horny as hell.’
Scott said, ‘I can understand that. I had blue balls for weeks after our time together. But carry on with your story...’
‘Flynn was hot, of that I had no doubt,’ Logan continued. ‘He sucked my cock and licked my balls all the while fingering my butt hole. I could feel his hard uncut cock as it brushed against me from time to time and was hungry for it. I pushed him off me and spun round so that I could take him into my mouth. He was dripping pre-cum and it tasted sweet on my lips. His cock head was large and well formed and fitted my mouth like a slippery plug. I yearned to feel it in my ass and told him so.
Flynn found a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube tucked away amongst his underwear. ‘My mom found these onetime and asked me why I had them,’ Flynn laughed. ‘I explained that they were required for a medical condition and had been prescribed by a doctor. When it comes to matters of sex she is very naive having been raised as a devout Catholic and my dad is not much better.’ Flynn allowed me to put the condom on his magnificent cock and I knelt up on my hands and knees so that he could lube my butt hole. I Shuddered a little as I felt the cold lube on my ass but I let out a grateful “Oh YES!” as I received the full length of Flynn’s cock. He was a considerate lover and was gentle with me. However as we both got more and more aroused he increased his pace until he was riding me as though he was a jockey with an eye on winning the Kentucky Derby. Man that was some hot fuck! He slapped my butt, stinging it until I could feel it glowing before he finally came and pulled out from me, collapsing at my side.
‘Your turn now,’ he said as he gasped for air. He handed me the condoms and I put one on my pre-cum dripping cock. I was so close to a climax myself that I did not think I could give him as much of a good time as he had just given me. I took a firm grip around the top part of my cock as it was said that such action could delay ejaculation. Full of hope, I pushed into his butt after applying a liberal amount of the lubricant. He was tight and almost virginal as he allowed me to pump my rod deep into him. As I feared, I did not last long before I came. We were both shaking with the effects of our climax and dozed as we came down from the pinnacle of our frantic fucking. After a time we had recovered sufficiently to repeat the performances until our balls ran dry and our cocks were sore from so much use.
I stayed with Flynn for the best part of a week, only leaving after he received a phone call to say that his parents were on their way home. He had not come out to them and felt it advisable for me to make myself scarce for the sake of appearances. I was sorry to go but like most good things, they cannot last forever.’
‘Goddamn!’ George exclaimed. ‘That was some experience; I do think you have made Scott a little jealous of Flynn.’
‘Flynn was hot but I shall always remember my time with Scott, he no need to be jealous,’ Logan said.
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Another AWESOME story! And, thrilled that Logan made Captain! Often, the best 'revenge' is Success!
And, what a way to cum home! Did Logan see more of the Sexy Flynn? I'm certainly hoping so!
THANK YOU! for making another one of my days, Auto!!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
And, what a way to cum home! Did Logan see more of the Sexy Flynn? I'm certainly hoping so!
THANK YOU! for making another one of my days, Auto!!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Auto,
Where do I sign up for one of these adventures with a young buck?!
I'm definitely feeling a need for a little lovin'.
Where do I sign up for one of these adventures with a young buck?!
I'm definitely feeling a need for a little lovin'.
Craiger
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Great story and happy to hear of Logan's promotion. It would be fun to learn of Flynn's future and the possibility that he also may join our vacationing friends. Stranger things have happened.....lol Thanks Auto.
Craiger
Craiger
Chapter Twenty-one [Part One]
Logan’s story has aroused interest in Flynn and what might have happened to him after his experience with Logan. This is a departure from the usual way in which George and Scott learned about the sexual exploits of guests and their partners, suffice it to say that the story found its way into the archive, the means by which it was achieved is of no real consequence.
A couple of days after Logan had left on his journey back home, Flynn received a phone call from the police. The hijackers had been traced and his car was being held in the police pound. The belongings that had been stolen along with the car were in the trunk. The only thing missing was the cash they had stolen. The credit cards were safe and a check had proved that they had not been used. Flynn realized that he had been lucky and agreed to go down to the pound to collect the car and give a final statement. The detective concerned said that in view of the number of similar hijacks that the crooks had carried out would ensure that they would go down for a very long stretch.
Pleased to have his car back along with his other stuff, Flynn had to find something to earn a few bucks during the summer vacation before he returned to the university to study for his doctor’s degree. He was an active kind of guy and liked to use his hands in manual labor preferably in the outdoors and so he scanned the vacancy ads for jobs in the construction industry. Few seemed to be recruiting but he did find an advertisement placed by a person who was converting some industrial buildings into homes. He made a note of the phone number and called the advertiser.
‘Hi! You are looking for help with your building conversion project?’
‘Sure thing buddy, what skills do you have?’
‘None really but I am willing to work hard if you need general labour,’ Flynn replied anxiously, thinking that maybe the man needed a plumber, bricklayer or carpenter.
‘Best you come down and see me. I can show you what I am doing and we can take it from there,’ was the reply. ‘My name is Ted Webster; you’ll find me at the location in my advertisement any time between 8 am and 6 pm Monday through Friday.’
‘OK if I come round today Mr Webster?’ Flynn asked.
‘Sure, but call me Ted. See you when you get here.’ With that Webster hung up. Flynn thought Webster sounded brusque and wondered what kind of boss he would be. ‘Only one way to find out,’ he told himself and climbed into his car and headed out for the location of the work site. Less than half an hour away from his home, Flynn reckoned that the location would be ideal provided the work was offered to him. As he approached the site he saw that it was a group of red brick buildings set in an open sided square and a dilapidated sign indicated that a small manufacturing business had once occupied them. He parked his car in the yard and walked over to the open door in the central building.
‘Is anyone there?’ Flynn called out breaking the silence. Then he heard the sound of footsteps on the floor above him and a man appeared at the top of the iron spiral stairs. He had the build of a large heavy weight wrestler, a shaved head with a stubble black beard. His arms and chest bulged from a tattered sweat and grease stained t-shirt while his tree trunk like legs filled his jeans, split at the knees, as they were fit to burst under the strain. The iron stairs shook and his booted feet carried him down to the floor where Flynn stood in awe of the man as he approached.
‘I suppose you are the one wanting a job here, I’m Ted Webster,’ the man grunted as he whipped his sweaty hand on his jeans before holding it out to Flynn.
‘Yes sir, I was hoping you could use me,’ Flynn replied, surprised that his hand was not crushed as he shook the massive hand that gripped his own.
‘I’m Ted, you can call me Ted. You look fit enough. You can shift rubble and help with other tasks. Have you ever done plastering or bricklaying?’
‘N... no, sir but I am willing to learn and I have done some painting and decorating with my dad.’
‘We’ll have to see. For now I need the rubble and junk in the yard piled into a dumpster. You can make a start tomorrow morning. I get here at eight; see you then. Meanwhile any questions?’
‘Yes sir, I mean Ted. What is the pay?’ Flynn asked.
‘We’ll see how you work and then decide on the pay. Check in tomorrow morning and don’t be late. I don’t tolerate tardy workers.’ Ted said as he turned on his heel and made his way back up the iron stairs leaving Flynn watching as he disappeared. He walked out to where his car was parked and saw a young man stood by it.
‘Hey dude, you just met my old man?’
‘Yes... he’s your father?’ Flynn asked
‘Sure. Are you coming to work here?’
‘Yes, I start in the morning.’
‘You are welcome, I wouldn’t work for him; he’s a slave driver. I’m Ted junior by the way, known as TJ; probably see you around.’ TJ walked away and disappeared around the end of the building. Flynn could not see how a hulk like Ted could be the father of such a fit looking young man. TJ had an athletic build, was about five feet ten inches high and probably weighed about one hundred and fifty pounds. His black hair was the only thing he seemed to have inherited from Ted and while he filled his jeans, they were slim fit and his bubble butt caused Flynn to feel a stirring in his groin as TJ walked away.
Memories of his time with Logan were still fresh in his mind and he wondered what it would be like to make out with TJ. Then he laughed as he thought what it would be like to make out with Ted. It seemed unlikely that the hulking father of that hot young dude would be up for man on man sex. Flynn climbed into his car and drove home wondering what work the next day would be like.
To be continued.
Logan’s story has aroused interest in Flynn and what might have happened to him after his experience with Logan. This is a departure from the usual way in which George and Scott learned about the sexual exploits of guests and their partners, suffice it to say that the story found its way into the archive, the means by which it was achieved is of no real consequence.
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A couple of days after Logan had left on his journey back home, Flynn received a phone call from the police. The hijackers had been traced and his car was being held in the police pound. The belongings that had been stolen along with the car were in the trunk. The only thing missing was the cash they had stolen. The credit cards were safe and a check had proved that they had not been used. Flynn realized that he had been lucky and agreed to go down to the pound to collect the car and give a final statement. The detective concerned said that in view of the number of similar hijacks that the crooks had carried out would ensure that they would go down for a very long stretch.
Pleased to have his car back along with his other stuff, Flynn had to find something to earn a few bucks during the summer vacation before he returned to the university to study for his doctor’s degree. He was an active kind of guy and liked to use his hands in manual labor preferably in the outdoors and so he scanned the vacancy ads for jobs in the construction industry. Few seemed to be recruiting but he did find an advertisement placed by a person who was converting some industrial buildings into homes. He made a note of the phone number and called the advertiser.
‘Hi! You are looking for help with your building conversion project?’
‘Sure thing buddy, what skills do you have?’
‘None really but I am willing to work hard if you need general labour,’ Flynn replied anxiously, thinking that maybe the man needed a plumber, bricklayer or carpenter.
‘Best you come down and see me. I can show you what I am doing and we can take it from there,’ was the reply. ‘My name is Ted Webster; you’ll find me at the location in my advertisement any time between 8 am and 6 pm Monday through Friday.’
‘OK if I come round today Mr Webster?’ Flynn asked.
‘Sure, but call me Ted. See you when you get here.’ With that Webster hung up. Flynn thought Webster sounded brusque and wondered what kind of boss he would be. ‘Only one way to find out,’ he told himself and climbed into his car and headed out for the location of the work site. Less than half an hour away from his home, Flynn reckoned that the location would be ideal provided the work was offered to him. As he approached the site he saw that it was a group of red brick buildings set in an open sided square and a dilapidated sign indicated that a small manufacturing business had once occupied them. He parked his car in the yard and walked over to the open door in the central building.
‘Is anyone there?’ Flynn called out breaking the silence. Then he heard the sound of footsteps on the floor above him and a man appeared at the top of the iron spiral stairs. He had the build of a large heavy weight wrestler, a shaved head with a stubble black beard. His arms and chest bulged from a tattered sweat and grease stained t-shirt while his tree trunk like legs filled his jeans, split at the knees, as they were fit to burst under the strain. The iron stairs shook and his booted feet carried him down to the floor where Flynn stood in awe of the man as he approached.
‘I suppose you are the one wanting a job here, I’m Ted Webster,’ the man grunted as he whipped his sweaty hand on his jeans before holding it out to Flynn.
‘Yes sir, I was hoping you could use me,’ Flynn replied, surprised that his hand was not crushed as he shook the massive hand that gripped his own.
‘I’m Ted, you can call me Ted. You look fit enough. You can shift rubble and help with other tasks. Have you ever done plastering or bricklaying?’
‘N... no, sir but I am willing to learn and I have done some painting and decorating with my dad.’
‘We’ll have to see. For now I need the rubble and junk in the yard piled into a dumpster. You can make a start tomorrow morning. I get here at eight; see you then. Meanwhile any questions?’
‘Yes sir, I mean Ted. What is the pay?’ Flynn asked.
‘We’ll see how you work and then decide on the pay. Check in tomorrow morning and don’t be late. I don’t tolerate tardy workers.’ Ted said as he turned on his heel and made his way back up the iron stairs leaving Flynn watching as he disappeared. He walked out to where his car was parked and saw a young man stood by it.
‘Hey dude, you just met my old man?’
‘Yes... he’s your father?’ Flynn asked
‘Sure. Are you coming to work here?’
‘Yes, I start in the morning.’
‘You are welcome, I wouldn’t work for him; he’s a slave driver. I’m Ted junior by the way, known as TJ; probably see you around.’ TJ walked away and disappeared around the end of the building. Flynn could not see how a hulk like Ted could be the father of such a fit looking young man. TJ had an athletic build, was about five feet ten inches high and probably weighed about one hundred and fifty pounds. His black hair was the only thing he seemed to have inherited from Ted and while he filled his jeans, they were slim fit and his bubble butt caused Flynn to feel a stirring in his groin as TJ walked away.
Memories of his time with Logan were still fresh in his mind and he wondered what it would be like to make out with TJ. Then he laughed as he thought what it would be like to make out with Ted. It seemed unlikely that the hulking father of that hot young dude would be up for man on man sex. Flynn climbed into his car and drove home wondering what work the next day would be like.
To be continued.
Craiger
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Ah! New and interesting characters, Auto. Flynn might be in for more that just TJ.... Can't wait for "To be continued."
Craiger
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Oh, YES! More stories!!
I have to say that I've been a HUGE fan of 2008spike's "TJ", and I'm not sure I can handle another one! 
However, I'm more than willing to give it a GO!
Eagerly awaiting MORE, Auto!!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
I have to say that I've been a HUGE fan of 2008spike's "TJ", and I'm not sure I can handle another one!
However, I'm more than willing to give it a GO!
Eagerly awaiting MORE, Auto!!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
