HARBOUR MASTER, Part 13
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Billy stood at the sink, using a washcloth to soap and clean his dick, and I went in and used toilet tissue to clean away the ass juice and cum that had come out of my hole and trickled down the inside of my thighs. I couldn't have imagined doing something as intimate as this in front of another guy a few weeks ago - cleaning yourself up after crapping is one of those kind of taboo things, isn't it, that you don't let other guys see you do?
Billy didn't seem to notice, though, and when I'd done, he looked at me and said "That was OK, wasn't it, Steve? Dad said you'd never had a guy up you before - I didn't hurt you or anything, did I?"
I thought on - was this the time to tell him that he was useless? I'd had about a thousand times more pleasure from Grant than from him. But then I thought back to when I was 16 - I could hardly touch my dick without shooting, and Billy was a virile young lad, and was exactly the same."
"No - it was OK", I said. "I'd never wanted a dick up my ass. And there's no way that you'd have done that if I was a free man. But that was OK - slaves expect to get used."
I think that pissed him off a bit, because he snapped back "Well, if you're a slave, act like one! Why am I standing here drying myself - isn't that what slaves are supposed to do for masters?"
He thrust a towel towards me, and I could see that he was serious. He was actually giving me an order - a command, to handle his body. He was experimenting with his power. Everything inside me rebelled - I wanted to slap the kid, and tell him that little punks don't order guys like me around, but that would be the end for me, I knew: Matt was completely besotted with his son, and if I did anything to harm Billy, Matt would surely sell me to the organ banks just in blind rage.
So I took the towel, and dropped down to my knees, and gently started to dab at his groin with the towel. I'd never done anything like this before, of course - I'd dried myself thousands of times, but never used a towel to dry another guy, and especially not his dick and his balls. They felt so strange through the towel, and I gently patted at them, and I knew I had to be so careful as guys are so sensitive down there.
As I worked on, Billy started to have an erection, even though he'd just shot his load up me. Young guys of 16 are like that, I suppose - even at 24 I'd noticed that I had fewer erections than when I was younger. He put his hand on my head as I knelt there and pushed me away slightly, and I understood that he wanted me to stop towelling him, so I let the towel drop. Billy kept one hand on my head and gripped the root of his dick with the other, then guided his dick towards my face. Both of my hands went towards him, and I stroked them up along his firm young thighs and cupped his muscular lad's ass with them.
Billy moaned faintly. "Suck it, Steve", he whispered. "I want you to take my dick that's just been up your ass into my mouth. Show me how you can worship my dick...."
It wasn't a problem of course, as I was used to sucking Matt. But I was astonished that Billy had thought of this - he was supposed to be inexperienced, but here he was, acting as if he knew how to make a man take dick.
"Come on, Steve! Take my dick.... Let me feel those lips of yours sliding along the shaft.... My dick needs attention, and that's what slaves do... They worship their masters' dicks.... Come on, boy, take it, and take it down deep..."
As he was speaking he'd pushed the tip of his dick at my lips and teased it all around under the control of his hand. I'd opened my mouth, and now had it right inside me. I ran my tongue over his dick head and the shaft, and covered it in my spit.
Billy now put both hands behind my head and started to pull me down onto him. More and more of his rock-hard shaft went into my mouth, and I started to feel the gag reflex start. My mind panicked, and I flashed back to the dreadful way in which Sam had raped my throat. I couldn't stop myself - I threw myself backwards, and sat down heavily on the floor.
Billy was furious. "You stupid cunt! You...."
Matt came in to see what all the commotion was, and Billy was ranting "Dad, this stupid fucking slave of yours.... He doesn't even know how to take dick! Haven't you taught him anything? I was able to take yours down to the root when I was ten, and this big slave can't even take two or three inches without a whole lot of fuss. Some of the guys at school take 'Slave Control Monthly', and they're always talking about caning and whipping slaves who don't know their places - so let's beat the shit out of him, and then perhaps he'll be better..."
"No, Billy. Not now. I agree with you that he's getting a bit too uppity - it's probably my fault, for not treating him like a slave all the time and allowing him certain liberties when we've been here together. But you know how it is, when there are just two guys in each others company all the time - you can't help starting to treat the other guy as an equal. We probably ought to give him a little reminder of his status, but that'll wait until tomorrow - we need to get on! MY dick's aching for relief.... Look, he didn't hurt you, did he? He didn't nip your dick with his teeth when he fell back?"
"No, dad."
"OK, then, for now! So get back in there and get on the bed - it's your turn for a lesson!"
I didn't like the sound of the "for now", as I knew that Matt was capable of brooding and thinking things through, over and over. I wondered what he had in mind for me. But there was nothing I could do about it, so I watched as they stopped by the side of the bed, then Matt wrapped his arms around Billy and started to kiss him deeply - Billy was responding, too, as his hands ran up and down Matt's broad back, and clutched at Matt's ass, as if he was trying to pull himself even closer to his dad. I just sat there and watched, and wished that it had been like that for dad and me - we'd never even touched each other since I was about eight, let alone had our bodies so intimately close as this.
Matt gently pushed Billy back on to the bed, and the kissing and caressing continued. Matt was stroking Billy's dick, and he was doing the same to his father.
Matt stopped quite abruptly, though, and I heard him say to Billy "Come on, son - you'll have me shooting if you're not careful! You always do know how to please your old dad... But it's time you became a proper man. You were 16 last week, and I told you that once it was legal I was going to introduce you to sex properly - all the stuff we've been doing since puberty is really only foreplay. Now you're going to take a real man's dick up your ass - you know how much you enjoyed fucking Steve, well, now it's time for me to have my fun tonight."
"Oh dad... I've been thinking about it all year, waiting for this vacation.... Dad.... You won't hurt me, will you?"
"Don't be so stupid, Billy - you're my son. Would I do anything to hurt you? But part of the pleasure for you is to experience the mixture of pain and extreme pleasure that being fucked gives you: it's like nothing else a man ever experiences when his ass is sending him mixed and confused feelings. You'll want me to stop, but you won't want me to stop. You'll cry out, but you won't really know whether it's in fear or extreme joy. You'll stop trusting your body - you're used to it telling you that you're hurting, or that it's having fun: but now it's telling you both things, but a hundred times more intense than anything you've ever had before. You... No! Just don't worry about it. You'll experience it soon enough. But first I have to prepare you - especially the first time, I want you really relaxed and well lubed. We might get on to rougher stuff later in the week, but the first time..."
"Steve! Get in here!", he called.
I went in and stood there, looking down at the two naked bodies on the bed. They were so alike, as I'd noted before. There was no mistaking the fact that Billy was Matt's son. You could tell that he'd be the spitting image of his dad when he matured and his muscles filled out properly.
"Don't just stand there", Matt told me. "Get jerking - I need lube for young Billy, and he's just shot. I'm saving myself for him, of course, so you're the only source of natural lube around here."
He turned to Billy, and went on "You can use spit, of course, but it's not as good as real man spunk. Cum is designed to slip and slide, after all, and what could be better? All those jellies you can buy are vile - they dry sticky, whatever they claim, and some of them are even getting flavoured artificially these days - imagine, going to suck a dick, or lick an ass after you've been fucking, and getting peppermint flavour! The whole point is to be able to taste real, proper man taste. So, Billy, take my advice and stick to the natural methods - a big load of gob or, if you've got a few mates around, or a slave, they're the best source."
"I told you to get jerking!", he snapped at me, as I'd just been standing there listening. "And be sure to catch all your cum in your palm!"
I reached down and started to tease my dick into life.
I could never have imagined that I could make it happen - if anyone had told me a few weeks ago that I'd be acting as a lube dispenser for two guys who wanted to fuck I'd have said they were insane. But here I was, jerking myself off, as Matt and Billy watched.
Matt was caressing Billy, and he murmured "It's good to have a slave, isn't it? Watching him jerk off like this is a real turn on! Watch how all the muscles in his arm move as he plays with his dick, and how he's making those little motions with his pelvis - it's almost as if he wants to be thrusting in and out. It's probably quite difficult for him - I don't know about you, son, but I hate jerking myself off standing up: I always lie on the bed, or relax on the couch."
"Sure, dad, I know what you mean. Sometimes I do it in the shower, as I don't like to risk the cum staining the sheets, or I'm worried that mom might come home and find me jerking off in front of the TV - but I hate the way the backs of your knees strain as you thrust forward. You're right, though - watching Steve jerk off is really something else - I've seen pictures of guys jerking off on the Internet, but actually having it happen in front of you is fantastic. That slapping sound, and the way he's grunting under his breath... And the smell of his sweat.... Oh, dad..."
Billy turned to Matt and kissed him passionately, and both men locked their arms around each other, and their legs were thrashing together, as if they were trying to become a single piece of flesh.
I shot, with a big gasp, and as I'd been told, stood there with a big pool of my spunk in my hand.
Matt broke from Billy, and saw that I'd shot. "Right, Steve. You're the lube dispenser! Kneel down by the side of the bed, and put your hand out so that I can get it whenever I want."
I did as I was told, and now I was at eye level with the two bodies, one so masculine and hard, and the other just like a young colt, so close to starting to come into its full maturity.
Matt dipped his fingers into my spunk, and pulled out a big gelatinous gob of it: as it does, it clung together, as if the part on his fingers didn't want to be separated from the smaller pool left in my palm. He gently rolled Billy on to his back, then knelt by the side of the lad and started to lube his hole with his fingers.
This wasn't the quick "one finger in, that's OK then" job he'd allowed Billy to do on me. No, I recognised that Matt was taking all the time and trouble that Grant had when he'd first fucked me. I knew what Billy must be experiencing, and I saw that his eyes had closed and he was making little moaning noises as his dad continued to massage his hole. Sweat had broken out all over him, even though he'd not been making much physical exertion, and little beads of it were all over his upper lip. His tongue came out and licked them away sensuously, and I knew he was in some state of erotic euphoria already.
Matt then reached out again, and now h used my spunk to slick his own dick, that was jutting out so proudly in front of him - although he'd been leaking so much pre-cum as he massaged his son that he could have used that alone, I think. I now know that it's all part of the power thing - having another man so completely under your control that you can use his cum to lube your dick before you fuck another guy is a real demonstration of who's the boss, and it makes it all the more exciting for the master to have two guys under your control like this.
Matt took Billy on his back, lifting the lad's long, slender legs on to his shoulders, then shuffling forwards to start pushing his dick into Billy's hole. Billy was gasping and moaning, and Matt was whispering "Don't worry, son. Relax... Feel my dick coming in you.... Push out, and take it.... No, don't shut your eyes.... Look at me.... .you must file all this away - a man needs to remember who fucked him the first time... Look at me, watch my body as I push forward and come up and meet me..... There....."
Billy gave a bigger moan, and I knew that Matt must now be in him as he started to rock gently in and out of the boy. It went on and on, and as I knelt there I could see, hear and smell everything as Matt made passionate love to his son. Without being stupidly sentimental, I can say that it was a beautiful thing to experience - the big, strong stud being so careful, so tender, so loving towards the young lad who was helpless under his body. Both men were sweating with passion, their breathing was coming in big gasps, and they were both giving sighs and moans as Matt's dick slid in and out.
"OK, Billy... I need to cum...", I heard Matt whisper.
"Hold in there....".
Matt had been almost bending over Billy as he fucked away, but now he straightened his back, hooked an arm around Billy's knees and pulled the lad's legs close to his chest - I now know, of curse, that when you're fucking a guy on his back pulling his knees towards you like this raises his ass slightly and makes it maximally accessible - it's the only way you can really get the root of your dick completely in, and feel your pubic hair scraping over the guy's ass. Normally it's the final straw or the guy, as he's now taking all your dick and it can be just a little uncomfortable.
Billy was no exception, and he started to moan as Matt pushed all the way in. And the moans continued as Matt's thrusting became more and more vigorous - there was that characteristic slapping sound of the pubic area slamming into the ass muscle.
Billy was gasping "No... No.... Oh.... Oh... Dad....", but Matt was now at the heat of his passion and there was no stopping him. He thrust one last time, then gave a great shout himself. He remained kneeling there for a few moments, his back occasionally spasming between bending over Billy and being straight, as his after-shoots fired. Then, with a big sigh of contentment he lay forwards, covering Billy's body with his own - I noted, though, that some of his weight rested on his elbows.
There were tears running down Billy's face - surely Matt hadn't hurt him that much.
"Dad... Thank you.... That was the most fantastic thing I've ever experienced. Oh, dad, dad.... Thank you..."
"Hey, son, it's OK. That's what I meant when I've been telling you all these years that real sex is absolutely the best thing that will ever happen to you. Once you decide to fuck a guy, there's all sorts of ways of doing it: this is one of them, and you can see it's a lot of fun for you... But it's a lot of work for me, as I had to take a long time relaxing you, then fucking you slowly. And you'll notice that I had to go at it much harder when I wanted to cum. But there's other ways, too - a good, hard fucking when you just ram home from the outset can be very stimulating: and it teaches you who's really in control. But you'll learn."
Matt got up and went into the bathroom and I heard him washing his dick. He came back with a washcloth, and with infinite tenderness raised Billy's legs again and wiped his ass clean. I thought this was amazing - a man could be so intimate with another that he could do this totally personal thing for him.
Matt came back to bed, and it was almost as if he noticed me again for the first time.
"Hey, Steve - are you going to kneel there all night? Get into bed with us!"
I did as he told me, as it was getting cool in the bedroom, and lay on my side at the edge of the bed, not wanting to disturb them. But Billy shuffled close to me, and "spooned" his body against mine. I could feel his dick nestling in my ass crack, and his wiry pubic hair scraped my ass. He gave a contented moan, his warm breath brushed my back, and I guessed that Matt was doing the same to him.
"Billy...."
"Yes, dad..."
"There's one more thing. You're a real man now. You've fucked, and been fucked. It's time we stopped treating you like a kid. From now on, you're Bill - Billy's a kid's name, and you're not a kid any more."
We slept.
I woke up with Bill's dick pressing into me with his morning erection, rather than Matt's as usual, and as he woke, Bill started to reach for me. But then Matt spoke "No - no time for that! We've slept in a bit after last night's excitement, and the first customers will be along soon! I'm going to have a bath - if you want to be jerked or sucked by Steve, Bill, that's OK, but there's no time for fucking - we'll do that at our leisure tonight."
Matt got up, and I turned over to face bill. Our dicks were together, and his hot breath was all over me. There was more of his father in him than just body type, too - he had a lot of Matt's character as without even asking me, he reached down and started to jerk my dick, all the time looking straight into my eyes.
I reached down and grasped his wrist in my big, strong hand, and stopped him.
"What...", he started, but stopped in mid sentence as I pulled our two dicks together, then started to slide my hand up and down both. He moaned, softly, and I enjoyed not just the physical sensation of his dick against mine, but the knowledge that I was in control again. He'd thought he was going to jerk me off, but after I'd stroked us both for a few moments he wasn't able to contain his youthful enthusiasm and he shot, his cum splashing into my belly and matting my pubic hair. I was nowhere near ready to cum, so I reached up, put my hands on his head, and started to guide him down towards my dick.
He resisted - I had to pull quite hard and be very insistent, letting him know that in a trial of strength I would of course win. He could have called out to Matt, but he knew who was in charge here and is resistance was more a token one, I judged.
I pushed his face into my pubic area, and held him there so he could breathe in my own man scent, that would be so strong and pungent after I had slept all night with my dick and balls between my thighs. And it was overlaid by the electrifying scent of his own cum, that was spattered all over me.
He was breathing hard, and I could see sweat breaking out all down his long, lean back with its spine enticingly pushing through the smooth skin. I knew that he was completely aroused, so I pushed his head back, then guided him onto my dick. I had to push his head backwards and forwards a couple of times until he got the idea, and then he began to enthusiastically suck my cock. It was good to have his mouth around me, and even better to know that this man, who had wanted to take charge of me, was now doing exactly as I wanted. As his lips raced up and down my shaft and caressed my flange, I didn't think so much of the physical sensation - pleasurable though it was - than of the way I was exercising my power. I felt myself get harder and harder, then shot my load directly into his mouth.
He tried to take his mouth away, but I held him there and, indeed, pushed him back right into my crotch so that he got fresh waves of my man scent as his mouth was full of my seed. He knew, now, who was really the boss here.
I wondered what was going to happen next, but Matt called out from the bathroom that he'd finished in the bath, and Bill got up and went through. I followed him, as I wanted to know what would happen.
"So... Jerked off the slave, did you? I hope you made him blow you - a young man like you needs to start the day off right. My water's still warm - get in, and get a move on: the slave's got to bath, too."
It was interesting that Bill didn't contradict his father and tell him that it was him who had blown me, but he mumbled something and slid into the waiting bath water.
I may have been in control of Bill in bed, but in this house I was definitely at the bottom of the pecking order about baths - Matt insisted that I use the water after Bill, and the same towel as both of them (as he had made me do, Matt made Bill use his wet towel), and
it was little better than wiping myself with a wet cloth after it had been all over the two men's bodies.
Over breakfast Matt told Bill that he was to be in charge of the hire boats that day, and that I was as usual swimming and doing the hard work, and that he, Matt, would deal with the special services for the other owners.
We set off, and I noticed how, just like Matt, he strode out and led the way, almost not bothering to look around to see if I was following.
We worked hard all morning, him taking the money and negotiating with the customers, and me swimming backwards and forwards to move the boats from their moorings. Bill had worn shorts, a T and sneakers that morning, and as the sun burned down he took off the T and just worked in his shorts. There's always a lull at lunch time, and Bill was sweating a lot.
"I do envy you", he told me as I sat on the edge of the quay in a lull, just dangling my legs over the edge and enjoying the warmth of the sun. "No troubles, no worries, and nice and cool!"
"Well, why don't you go for a swim - it's cold at first, but the harbour's perfectly clean - I should know - I'm in it all the time."
"No - I swim in the school team, and it's no fun if there's no one to race."
"I'll race you - I'm pretty tired after all the swimming I've had to do this morning, but that should even us up - I'm bigger and stronger than you...."
"Hey - I can beat you even if you were completely fresh. Really big guys like you and dad can't swim fast, and I know I'll slow down as I get older and put on more muscle, too. So cut the crap - I can beat you fair and square."
"Suit yourself! In the old days, I'd have told you to put your money where your mouth is - but I don't have any money now since I was enslaved. But if you're a racer, and want a bet..."
"Sure I do."
"OK then. We'll race around the harbour buoy, and the last one back here gets fucked by the other."
"You're kidding! No way I'm going to bet like that."
"Oh, so you are scared of losing. I knew it was all just crap you were talking, about being able to beat me. A real man - Billy - doesn't brag about winning, then back off because he's worried the stakes are too high. Or are you afraid that you will win, then won't be able to fuck me without daddy watching to be in control! Some man you are - Billy." I deliberately emphasised the "Billy", as he'd seemed so proud that Matt had decided to call him "Bill" now that he was supposed to be mature.
"Fuck you, Steve! No, I will fuck you, when I win. OK, you're on."
He took off his sneakers, and we stood on the edge of the quay.
"Sure those shorts won't slow you down? Why don't you slip them off and swim like me? It's better to swim nude, you know".
"No - they're swimming shorts. There's no way I'm going naked in public - that's for slaves. Now, quit talking, let's race!"
It was tough - he was a good swimmer. But he wasn't used to swimming in the sea, as it's so different from, swimming in pools. We were almost evenly matched on the way out to the buoy that marked the harbour entrance, but on the way back my greater power paid off and I puled ahead, and had at least four lengths on him back at the quayside.
To show him I still had a lot left I pulled myself up onto the quay effortlessly, then reached down to give him a hand as he looked almost exhausted, and half hauled him up to stand beside me. As I did so, I brushed his crotch with my hand, then, as we stood there, I rested my hand on his ass - not so anyone would notice particularly, except him! I could feel his skin, hot, through the fabric of the shorts, and I lowered my voice and said "I can't wait to get my dick up your ass - it feels pretty good to me already!"
As the water dripped off us I could see he was blushing, and he moved a step away so that my hand fell off him. "Look, Steve.... That was a great race.
But can we change the bet - how about I get dad to give you a good dinner tonight, rather than slave chow..."
"No way, Bill! A man who loses a bet pays up."
"But I don't want to be fucked..."
"You should have thought of that before. And, anyway, what's the problem? Matt fucked you last night, and although I'm a bit better hung than him, if you can take his dick, you can take mine."
"But he's my dad! We've always played together, ever since I started to grow hair! I don't want to be fucked by other guys... And not by...."
"..by a slave, you mean?"
Bill was blushing deeply now. "Yes... I guess so...."
"Well, you should have thought of that before. Of course, you can chicken out - just tell Matt, and he'll order me not to fuck you.... Billy."
I could see him crumbling, and to press home my advantage I put my arm around his shoulders with my hand on his neck, gently pressing in with my thumb and fingers so that he knew I was in charge of him, then started to move him off towards the boat store. A few of the passers by might have wondered, I suppose, why a naked man, obviously a slave, was leading a young free man along, but they obviously judged it to be none of their business.
The boat store was cooler than outside, and the gloomy darkness was a relief from the bright sun. I led Bill over towards a pile of old cushions from the boats, then dropped my hand from his neck and said "Strip."
"What?"
"Strip. Get naked. I'm going to fuck you, remember? I can't do it through those shorts!"
He blushed again, and pushed his shorts to the ground. I can't understand why he was embarrassed - after all, I'd seen him naked often enough before. And he had been totally intimate with me last night - it was his dick up my ass.
I moved close to him, put one arm around him and pulled his still-damp body towards mine. With my other hand I felt for his dick and balls, and started to stroke and caress them. He buried his face in my shoulder, and I could feel faint trembling going through his entire body - it was either panic, or the pre-race excitement of a young colt.. As I continued to stroke him, he became erect, and my hands felt the oiled smoothness as pre-cum very quickly leaked out from him and coated my hand.
Without moving my arm from around him or stopping stroking his dick, I nudged his face out of my shoulder and bent my head to get his right nipple in my mouth. I sucked at it then gently nipped the nub between my teeth. He moaned and his whole body jerked slightly, and his dick became even stiffer, if that was possible.
I carried on nibbling his nub, then, before he could stop me, moved rapidly and attached his left tit, only this time much more harshly, almost biting into him. His moans became very loud, and he shot - I sensed it coming as his dick started to pump and his body jerked backwards, and tried to catch as much of the cum as I could.
Bill stood there looking at me, and I showed him my hand full of cum. "See", I said, "You are turned on by the prospect of being fucked. Now, lie down."
He stretched out on the old cushions, and I stood looking down at him, my own dick at right angles to my body. "How do you want it, Bill? On your back, as Matt did last night, or shall I have you on your hands and knees, and fuck you like a dog, as you did to me?"
"No - don't answer that!", I went on. "I won your ass in our bet, and I'm in charge. I'm going to fuck you on your back, as Matt did, so I can see your face as a real man takes your ass, not a nice little gentle fun for a son and his dad, but a proper man to man fucking."
I knelt down by him, slicked a finger in the pool of his cum on my hand, and probed at his hole with it. I almost trembled with excitement as I felt his pucker under my finger tip, then felt the little shudder that went through him as I forced my way in. I didn't take a lot of time massaging and relaxing him - I thought we might be disturbed for one thing, and for another I was so on the edge that I thought that too much delay and I wouldn't have time to fuck properly before shooting!
"Come on, boy, lift your legs onto my shoulders - you saw how, last night!"
Once he was in position, I moved forward and just as it had when I first touched Grant's ass hole, my dick reported explosions of sensation as it nosed at Bill's warm pucker. I could hardly restrain myself, and stabbed forward: Bill's face screwed up as he tried not to make a sound, and his body tensed as I watched.
"Come on, boy, relax... You know it's going to happen... You're going to take my big, hot dick into your young, tender ass.... Relax, and let a real man show you what sex is all about... Come on, you little fucker.. Relax... Or I'll have to force it ....Ah....."
I got a wave of pure pleasure as my dick head went through his sphincter and his firm ass muscles gripped my shaft. Bill's face was really screwed up now, though, and his efforts not to say anything failed as he let out a low scream.
I put my hands on his thighs and pulled his legs closer to my body as I pressed myself all the way home: and, of course, it was all the way as his ass was now right up to give me maximum penetration. In turn, he reached up and his hands were running up and down my hairy forearms, not trying to push them away or anything, but as if he was trying to share in my passion.
"Open your eyes, boy, and look at me!", I commanded, and he did, staring up at me as I towered over him. Then I started to fuck him - hard. I suppose I wanted to start gently and build up, but the sheer excitement of fucking, the feeling of power I had as my dick rammed in and out of him, and that wonderful knowledge that I was totally controlling his male body under me simply took over - I was incapable of doing anything other than thrusting in and out to the maximum amount possible: I didn't want my dick to pull out of him completely but it almost did, and my pubic bone slammed into the sensitive area under his ass as it went in with a great "slap". Bill was moaning and shouting, and his arms dropped to beat the cushions on either side of his body in time to my thrusts. I couldn't help myself shouting, either, and I heard myself saying over and over "Jesus... Fuck... Jesus.... Fuck... ". And then, all too soon, I shot my load.
I'd wanted it to go on and on, but it couldn't. The sexual excitement was so great, that my balls emptied into him with a great spurt. I had to stop thrusting, as my dick is so sensitive when I cum, but there were several after-spurts and I couldn't help my back arching and my pubes pushing forward just a little bit more as they came out of me. The feeling was exquisite - the mixture of pure pain and pleasure as my sensitive dick head was made to carry on. My heart was pounding, my lungs were heaving, and I could feel that wonderful cold chill all over me as the sweat that had been running in rivers all over me now started to dry.
I collapsed forward on to Bill, and the full weight of my wet body was pressed into his. I could feel his heart racing under me. I grabbed his hands and pushed them to the ground above his head, so that he couldn't move - there's no way he could overcome the mechanical disadvantage his arm muscles were working at, even had he tried. He would know that his body was still totally under my control and that he was completely helpless.
I pushed my face into his, and said "Now you really are a man, Bill. You've had proper man to man sex, with a good hard fucking."
I suppose I was a bit worried - what would Matt do if he found out? But I'd not really stopped to even consider that when the heat of my passion took over.
"Are you OK, Bill?"
"Yes, Steve. That was.... Was.... I don't know.... It was amazing. When you were inside me, it felt so.... Right."
"You're not hurt, are you?" As I asked this, I slowly pulled out of him and stood up, and held a hand down towards him to help him to his feet.
He winced a bit as he stood, ut said "No... I'm fine... A bit sore.... But fine."
He reached down for his shorts, and I saw the inside of his thighs were wet from his sweat, his ass juices, and my cum. My dick was covered in the pale brown of has ass juices, and so I said "Let's not race to the buoy again, but we do need to go into the sea - look at my dick, and your legs!"
We both kind of laughed, and raced out of the boat shed and made clean racing dives into the water, before any one could notice the condition we were in.
End Of Part 13