Last summer when school was out, my parents sent me to spend a couple of months with my older cousin on the coast of Georgia. I like visiting him because he's a bachelor and he does neat stuff with me, like taking me to a deserted seashore where he lets me swim nude or to a mountain woodland where I can strut around nude all afternoon in front of him. Obviously, I like being naked outdoors, showing off my enormous, feminine nipples and my high and tight bubble-ass. Prancing around bare-ass to show off what I've got really turns me on, especially when I'm with another guy, even if he IS my own cousin. And when I jack off outdoors, I can shoot my semen a good five feet because I get so turned on exposing myself.
But last summer was different. Very different. No sooner had I arrived than my cousin took me to a marina to meet a guy who must've been sixty years old. As it turned out, he was the owner of a magnificent yacht that had separate staterooms for guests, a dining room, galley, baths, and huge lounge. I was told to call him Mr. Smith, and he said he liked me a lot and wanted to see more of me. My cousin asked me if I'd like to go on a weekend cruise on the yacht, and of course I said 'Sure!" That really pleased Mr. Smith, who told me we'd sail next Friday night and that some other men would join us. When I asked what I should wear, Mr. Smith and my cousin looked at each other and laughed. My cousin said I shouldn't worry about clothes, that Mr. Smith give me everything I needed for the cruise.
Imagine my surprise when Friday night came and my cousin dropped me off at the yacht, telling me that he hadn't been invited on the cruise! I was to go alone! Naturally, I didn't want to go then, but my cousin got upset with me and said he'd promised Mr. Smith I'd do it. He said he owed Mr. Smith a lot of favors and this was his way of paying him back. He said that I was to do everything Mr. Smith and his guests told me and not to argue. And as he left me standing beside the yacht, my cousin looked over his shoulder at me with a guilty expression, saying "Anyway, Robby, it's just for a weekend. Relax and enjoy what they're going to do with you!"
Once on board, I was greeted very warmly by Mr. Smith and took me to his stateroom. He gave me a very skimpy bathing suit and told me to take off my clothes and put it on. I gulped as I held it up. The fabric was so sheer, I could see right through it! But I figured it didn't matter since I suspected I'd be naked a lot during the weekend anyway with guys staring at my bubble-ass. While I slipped into the almost invisible bathing suit and tucked my cock as much as I could into the tiny pouch, Mr. Smith looked me over approvingly and smiled. I felt funny inside because of the way he looked at me, smiling as he kept running his eyes over me. Once I'd fit myself into the tiny bathing suit, he led me back on deck by my hand where I stood beside him as he greeted other arriving guests. There were about twenty of them, all older men and all apparently very, very glad to see me. They stared at my cute ass and genitals, clearly outlined and obvious through the almost non-existent fabric, so clearly outlined that even a casual observer could see that I was uncut. They spoke to Mr. Smith about me while I was standing there, always sounding as if I were a puppy dog or something because they never spoke directly to me. They said things like, "My, my! What a pretty piece of ass! Delicious- looking nipples! This one's going to be a lot of fun to play with!" and "Holy Smoke! I'm glad I didn't pass up this weekend! This one looks lovely! Look at those perky nipples and tight ass!" and "I can't wait to see him out of that bathing suit! That bubble- ass looks divine!"
No sooner had we cast off from the dock than one of the guests took my hand and led me below to a small stateroom with only a large bed in it. He told me it was time to take off my bathing suit because now I'd be kept in the nude for the next three days. I thought he was joking and I laughed nervously. But he was right. I never wore a stitch of clothing again that weekend. As I said, I like being naked in front of another guy, but here I was, being kept bare-ass in front of about twenty old men who couldn't keep their hands off me! Everywhere I walked, eager hands rubbed me and felt me up, pulling on my nipples, rubbing my stomach muscles, squeezing the constantly semi-hard shaft of my cock, and massaging my tight buttocks. Once we were out some distance from land, they let me out to pad around the weather decks while they ogled my naked body and took pictures of me. Once, Mr. Smith stopped the boat for "swim call" and we were allowed to swim in the ocean beside the yacht. I wasn't going to go in the water because I knew what they'd do to me, but two of the old guys pushed me overboard and jumped in after me. Yep, I was right. They rubbed themselves all over my body, feeling everything, playing with everything I had, and when they were done, two more took their place. When the guys finally let me back on the yacht, my nipples were erect and smarting, and my chest, genitals and ass were bright red from all the feeling and stroking.
Then they told me to go hide. That's right. They wanted to play hide-and-seek with me and hunt me down! I was told that if I could stay hidden for a half hour, I'd get my underpants back to wear. But anyone who found me before the half hour was up got to play with my body and have sex with me. Needless to say, for the rest of the night I ended up getting my ass fucked in every stateroom, in the galley, in storage lockers, in the bilge, in bathrooms, and even on the open decks in the hot night air. All night long! I tried to count the number of guys who came inside me, but I lost track at some point. I only know I had lots and lots of semen in me that wasn't mine, and I went from gritting my teeth and enduring these old men to actually enjoying their very appreciative, loving hands all over me and their gentle use of my ass and nipples for their release. A couple of them liked to place their cocks in the crevasse between my pectoral muscles and then pump themselves off, my fat protruding nipples getting rubbed raw in the process. When they came, they splashed their semen all over my face and in my hair, until they told me that wouldn't happen if I just opened my mouth above their cocks and caught their semen in there. I did that for the next group of guys who took possession of me, swallowing their stuff and discovering I really liked the salty taste.
The next morning, they let me sleep for awhile before waking me for breakfast and another round of fucking my ass. I would've been sore as hell if they hadn't been so gentle and hadn't kept their cocks so well lubricated. They used my own semen for that, making me masturbate onto the deck in front of them while they took pictures of me cumming and creaming. Then they made me lick up my own cum from the deck, after which they stuck their cocks in my mouth to get them good and slippery with my semen and saliva. Some of them got too turned on watching me and enjoying my mouth on their cocks so that they said to hell with it and just face-fucked me. When that happened, I had no choice but to feel their warm, salty semen hitting the back of my throat and dribbling down inside me.
I started recognizing individuals about the third or fourth time they fucked me, and I began to remember their preferences. Some liked to face-fuck me hard, some liked to chew on my nipples, some liked me to sit on their cocks and use my ass to work them off, and some just liked to toss me on my belly, shaft me, and screw my guts out. Needless to say, I was a filthy mess by nightfall, but the guys wouldn't let me get cleaned up. They liked me slippery with their cum mixed with my own, so I resigned myself to it and applied myself to pleasing them and making them moan with ecstasy as they exploded in me or on me.
By Sunday evening, I was totally exhausted, and so were all twenty guys! By then, my nipples were smarting like hell from all the chewing and biting and tugging they'd endured and my ass and throat were a little sore from all the cock I'd accepted inside me, but I was happy, well-fed and content. After four or five die-hards had me one last time, Mr. Smith let me jump overboard to clean myself off before finally letting me put my clothes on. Actually, I'd been bare-ass so long that the clothes felt funny.
Some of the old men got the phone number for my cousin's place, while others got my home number. They said they wanted to be able to contact me to fuck me again, and even though they were older, I liked the way they had treated me so I was glad to oblige them. I was really surprised when, after we'd docked and the men began leaving the yacht, they each came up to me and gave me fifty dollars! Think of it! I got about a thousand bucks for one weekend's work! And I'd loved every minute of it! When my cousin picked me up at the dock, he gave me a disgusted, holier-than-thou look, even though he'd been the one who'd arranged everything. And who knew how much money Mr. Smith had paid HIM for renting my body! My cousin drove me to his place in silence until, as we pulled into his driveway, he said, "Well, Robby, I thought you'd turn out to be a pretty little slut! I bet you even enjoyed it, you little faggot!" Little did he know I was more than just a pretty little slut. Thanks to him, I'd become a pretty little whore, too. And I loved it!