Paradise- Part 2 : Sailing in Paradise

This is a story of one man adventures in Paradise. Read the tale of Jeff and his insatiable lust for men as he travels to new places filled with exotic men, rituals and beautiful scenery. Please note none of these places actually exist.

Part 2- Sailing in Paradise

The flight to Asia was long and boring; the idea of joining the “Mile high” club kept Jeff on the look-out but the only person who seemed interested was a middle aged woman who was the mid-life-How-Stella-got-her-groove-back type; and Jeff wasn’t that horny.

Due to the weather he didn’t have a chance to check out the city and barely made it to the harbour before the ship was due to depart. Checking his itinerary; Jeff confirmed the name of his ship. The “Pacific Virgin” was nowhere in sight and Jeff spent a frustrating 30 minutes pantomiming to anyone who would stop. Finally he found his berth and looked in horror as the ship started slowly pulling out of dock.

Running as if the hounds of hell were at his heels; Jeff screamed to the boat and with an almighty leap crossed the distance across the dirty harbour water. He realised too late that this always works in the movies and strong hands were there to catch you; but this wasn’t the movies and Jeff missed by a long way and landed face first in the harbour.

He heard shouts from above and felt the slap of a rope against his face; strong arms (finally!) haul him up. Jeff is confronted by a burly man with the greenest eyes he had ever seen but right now they were green with fury.

“What the fuck are ya doin’ on my ship! And who the fuck are ya! And what do ya think you doin’ swimming in the harbour? Don’t ya fuckin’ know that that water is diseased? Fuckin’ tourists!”

Jeff didn’t have a chance to reply; the man spun abruptly on his heels and walked away when he spied the soggy ticket that Jeff held out in protest at the beginning of the tirade. A young sailor helped Jeff off the deck and apologised for the behaviour.

“‘Ere ya go sir…sorry ‘bout that…captain’ a bit rough…you’ll get used ta it…cabins’ this way”

Jeff was caught up and bundled below; his cabin was a sparse room with a bed, dresser and enough room to maybe swing a mouse but it would have to be a very small one.

“Okay mate…now the Capt. was right about one thing; you’ll need to strip off straight away and wash away that crap from the harbour! Don’t want you getting sick on us!”

Jeff could only look helplessly as the young sailor deftly opened his back-pack and started hauling out the wet contents to be washed. He left with everything and was dismayed when he returned to find their passenger still soaking wet sitting on the bed.

“Okay; this way” and he hauled Jeff to his feet and quickly stripped his shirt off him. Jeff was in a daze after the long flight and frantic search for the ship; not to mention his dunk in the harbour and then the tongue lashing from the captain. He allowed the boy to swiftly strip him and lead him out of the cabin buck naked.

Instead of leading him to a bathroom the boy took Jeff out onto the deck and Jeff was revived by the salt air. It had seamed only minutes had passed but they had already cleared the harbour and only a faint line of coastline could be seen. The rest was the deep expanse of water as far as the eye could see. Jeff looked at the boy more closely and after checking out his tight arse cheeks that were covered in the shortest cut-off jeans decided to play dumb for a few more minutes.

“Okay I’m called Bob…it’s not my real name…but…well…never mind; maybe I’ll tell ya ‘nother time. Showers’ here…no mod’sty…we’re all men…same ‘quipment”

Bob looked knowingly up and down Jeff’s body “If ya need a hand just shout” Jeff immediately got the drift and pulled the boy toward himself in a tight bear hug.

“No no no” sighed Bob “Wash first” and he turned on the shower. He grabbed a bar of soap and proceeded to lather Jeff’s body. Jeff delighted in the strong hands gliding over his flesh and allowed himself to be moved about so that Bob could get where ever he wanted.

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Meanwhile the captain was pacing furiously in his cabin pausing now and then to berate his fist mate.

“Who the fuck told you to book passengers on this trip!” he screamed.

“You mustn’t have told me your plans” mumbled the mate.

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth, boy, you don’t have to know everything, just do as I say!”

“Aye Captain!”

“Now I need to think, so get down on your knees and use that mouth of yours for something better than fuckin’ excuses”

The mate dropped down and deftly unbuttoned the front of his pants hauling out the captain’s thick meat. He marvelled at the rod that even though was still soft was an impressive size and took the warm cock into his mouth.

The captain leaned back as the mate moved his hot mouth up and down his shaft slicking up the length and taking all of the expanding meat. He placed his hands on each side of the mate’s head and picked up the pace fucking the wet hole.

“He can’t find out my plans” the captain whispered “I only need this one trip and I’ll be rich enough to get out of this crappy country”

The mate was used to this type of rambling; his boss did his best thinking while he was getting blown and the mate knew if he kept his ears (and his mouth) wide open. He might be able to use the information to his advantage. The mate doubled his efforts bobbing on the thick rod faster his teeth grazing lightly over the sensitive flesh; sucking the knob as far down his throat as he could.

“Okay, we’ll just drop him off at the first island on his itinerary and leave him there” the captain continued “and then we’ll have smooth sailing from there.”

The mate saw the gleam in the captain’s eye as he came to this decision and knew from experience what was next.

“On the bed boy! I’m gonna ride you like a sea-horse in a hurricane!”

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Jeff was aware of everything around him; the feel of the sun caressing his back, the smell of salt in the air and the young deck hand in his arms. His cock was responding to the erotic shower he was being treated to when his daydreaming was cut short by a powerful blast of ice cold water that washed away the soap and grim from the harbour.

“Okay mate! All done you’re squeaky clean now!” Bob, the yummy deck hand, threw Jeff a towel and turned to walk away.

“Oh no you fuckin’ don’t! Come back here you little prick-tease! You aint finished here yet” pointing to his semi-erect dick.

Bob smiled and made his way back to the shower “Well I s’pose I need to keep the cust’mer ‘appy!”

He moved in to Jeff and stretched up to plant a strong kiss on his lips; his arms pulling Jeff toward him and allowing him to cup his tight denim clad butt with both hands.

Jeff returned the kiss and thrust his tongue deep into the boy’s mouth; the feel of this young supple body was driving him wild and the bulge pressing against his leg was getting harder and bigger by the second.

They both moved down onto the deck and Bob pushed Jeff onto his back and straddled the powerful man. His denim covered butt-crack trapped Jeff’s cock and Jeff almost lost control as the sensation of denim rubbed against his dick.

Bob leaned forward and kissed the hollow of Jeff’s throat, down his chest until he found Jeff’s nipple taking it gently between his teeth. Jeff moaned with delight as his hands found the release on Bob’s shorts; pushing them down his hips.

Bob’s cock sprang free slapping him in the stomach just as his teeth latched themselves on Jeff’s other nipple and he felt the strong grip from Jeff’s hand as he stroked the piece of meat between his legs. Moving slowly down Jeff’s torso Bob found the prize jutting out of his wiry bush; Bob licked the entire shaft from balls to tip in one long stroke before gobbling the pink head into his mouth.

Jeff squirmed in delight as Bob’s soft, wet, mouth devoured his rod but he wasn’t used to sitting back and letting his partner do all the work. In one athletic move he swivelled Bob around so that his cock was inches from his face and in this sumptuous 69’er position Jeff was able to reach Bob’s groin.

As the swell of the ocean lifted the boat up and down Jeff bench pressed Bob; his stiff cock delving deep down his throat. Bob loved the sensation as he sucked on Jeff’s huge cock.

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Two greedy eyes were spying on the couple on the deck; Tim, the newest member of the crew watched the scene develop from behind a stack of cargo boxes. He couldn’t believe his eyes when the passenger moved his ship mate so easily and the sight of these two sexy men getting off in front of him was making his own cock swell in the confines of his cut-off shorts.

Making sure he was alone Tim released his dick from the confining denim and slowly pulled back his fore-skin cupping his generous balls with his other hand. He started a slow rhythm in time with his own private porn-show.

He watched as the passenger moved his attention from Bob’s cock and started licking his arse-hole; thrusting his tongue deep into the crack. From the look on Bob’s face Tim saw the bliss and he wondered what it felt like. He pushed his shorts down around his ankles and moved his hand from his balls to his own virgin hole and gently prodded the tight, dry, opening.

He felt his hole opening slightly at the attention and moistened his fingers in his mouth to lubricate it further. After a little while he had managed two fingers up his own arse and his cock was so stiff he thought he wouldn’t hold on much longer but the couple on the deck were moving positions and Tim wanted to see the whole show.

He was so engrossed in the scene he didn’t even notice someone was watching him.

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The captain wasted no time with the luxuries such as lube or tongue job before plunging his entire length into his first-mate’s chute. He ignored the shout of protest; the first-mate was here for his pleasure and he knew from experience this was all a show. The boy would lubricate every morning as a part of his daily ritual and would receive a healthy dose of dick before lunch from one of the horny crew or passengers.

The first-mate also knew the captain loved it when he put up a fight. Sex was a conquest and the captain fought hard in all aspects of his life. He pushed back on the hard meat filling him to the brink; he loved the feel of his boss’ cock deep inside him and matched the rhythm of every stroke.

Sweat dripped down the captain’s chest and onto the boy’s back he watched his dick slide effortlessly into the hole; the tight walls gripping hard on each in-stroke and loosening slightly to allow the out-stroke.

Too soon the familiar rush of cum flooded the boys arse and the captain let out a shout of pure pleasure plunging as deep into the hole as he could manage. Climbing off the boy he noticed a wet patch on the bed.

“Clean that mess up!” he shouted at the first-mate “Who the fuck told ya that you could cum?”

The boy just shrugged his shoulders and started stripping off the soggy sheets; his arse dripping cum down his thighs.

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Jeff distantly heard the shout from below deck but his attention stayed firmly on the tight hole his tongue was trying to fill. Slowly the boy relaxed enough to grant him full entry and he greedily mine the hole; slicking it up with saliva. His tongue darting in and out, delving deeper and wetter.

Bob reluctantly moved his hands away from Jeff’s cock so he could spread his own cheeks wider and grant him full access; the more he received the more he wanted. He pushed back on the face that was hungrily slicking up his hole and heard a muffle of complaint as Jeff struggled to get his breathe.

“Now for the main course” Jeff gasped as Bob moved off his face and swivelled around; lining up his engorged prick to his reamed hole.

In one swift move Bob impaled himself on the entire length and felt the width stretch his hole to the maximum. He gasped in delight as he felt the huge dick tickle his prostate and fill him with its rock hard stiffness. He moved up the length so that only the tip remained keeping him open and wildly bounced straight back down again. The sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh filled the air and the two men fucked with abandon.

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Tim saw the entire length disappear into Bob’s arse and renewed his efforts to get as many fingers as deep as he could into his own arse. He was inserting a 3rd finger when he sensed someone behind him. Before he could move or even look around; rough hands pushed him across the cargo boxes and something poked into the hole that his fingers were busy with just moments before.

“Take it! You little prick-tease!” Tim recognised the voice behind him, “I’m gonna give you what you’ve been holding out on me for a long time”

Tim experienced an agonising moment as the thick cock plunged into his guts and the splinters rake across his thighs as they dug deep into the crate. The weight of the body and the smell of pure lust filled his senses almost as much as the cock in his arse, but that was the dominant thought. “I’m being fucked” Tim repeated the chant in his mind and soon the pain of the initial entry subsided.

His attacker was Bruce, the steersman who had stumbled onto the impromptu sex-show and couldn’t resist the boy’s creamy white arse. He ploughed back and forth creating hot friction on his cock and as he felt Tim relax and start pushing back onto his dick; he let the boy up and caressed his chest moving down to his stiff cock and balls.

Tim loved the sensation of the dick in his arse and when Bruce grabbed his cock and started jacking him off he knew that he would blow his load in a matter of seconds.

Bruce had never had such a tight fuck; the boy was definitely a virgin but his hole was able to take his entire pole and his balls were slapping against his flesh was making a delicious sound. He looked over the crates to see what got Tim so hot and bothered to start with and saw the passenger and Bob fucking like animals; this sent him over the edge and with a final deep plunge filled Tim’s arse with his hot cum.

Tim felt the cum coat the walls of his arse and before he knew it his own orgasm spewed out of his dick; coating the crates with steaming hot man-milk. He wanted the fullness in his arse to stay forever but Bruce was finished and he withdrew his cock, put it back into his jeans and go back to the wheel-house.

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Jeff was deep in Bob’s arse as the boy slammed himself up and down on his cock; he wanted to take over the work but Bob was in a state of sex-lust and was only concentrating on getting his cock in as deep as possible. He had one hand on his own dick and was moving up and down so fast that it was a blur in his fist.

The end was swift; Bob’s cum drenched Jeff all over his chest and he quickly moved to capture as much as he could in his mouth. This movement caused Jeff’s cock to jump out of Bob’s arse and as the eruption subsided Bob latched his mouth over Jeff’s cock sucking him to an earth shattering climax. After wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he smiled down at the passenger who was still on his back breathing heavily.

“Welcome aboard” smiled Bob
“Thanks” Jeff replied with a smile of his own.

Next Jeff gets to his resort on a beautiful tropical island.