Based on true events
I travel to Wales regularly and if on an evening sailing always book a cabin. This allows me get my head down for a few hours but also to stretch out naked and play with a few toys, watch porn and generally abuse myself for a few hours. The internet at sea on the Stena service blocks access to adult sites including fab but Irish ferries are more enlightened and if sailing with them I always log in and keep an eye on who’s nearby.
When I had checked in at Rosslare I noticed a few guys nearby and online and sent a few winks not expecting much as they were probably locals and not travelling. One in particular was a guy in his mid 40,s with a very impressive cock and glowing verifications. I sent him a brief message
“Hi are you on the boat tonight by any chance?”
Moments later he logged off without reading my message. Typical I thought, probably with the wife and kids and having a sneaky look. With nothing doing I had logged off and once spread eagled on my bunk surrounded by dildos lube and p..pers I logged back on.
A reply “ yes “
A man of few words.
“Great fancy joining me in my cabin?”
Minutes past, he was online but obviously only half interested. I started watching some gay porn and settled on a 30 minute collage of guys breeding sloppy holes. Perfect! I spread some lube on my hole and lined up my dildo slowly easing it into me as I watched, huffing p..pers from time to time and riding the euphoric wave.
After 10 or 15 minutes I had the dildo fully inserted and my pussy was well and truly loose and well stretched. I flicked back to fab anxious for the real thing.
A reply “what number?”
A wave of butterflies hit my stomach. This always happens when I meet someone new. I checked his profile again. Not surprisingly his bio simply read “Always Horny”. But those photos! A good sized cock with thick veins and a slight curve and beautiful shining helmet.
I replied with the cabin number and tidied the room a bit. I had a cock ring on and there was no way it was coming off as I was half hard. I brushed my teeth and contemplated getting dressed. A tap on the door. Oh well fuck it.
I opened the door and stood behind so as not to expose myself to unsuspecting fellow travellers. In he walked. A tall fucker, in a polo shirt and slacks carrying an overnight bag.
“Hi” says he
“ Hello” says I
So with the formalities over with I locked the door and walked over to him and sank to my knees. I stroked the front of his trousers feeling for his cock. He was half hard already. I undid his belt and flies allowing his trousers to slip down around his muscular thighs. He had a skimpy pair of briefs on and there was a small dot of pre cum where his bellend was. I buried my face in his crotch and breathed him in. A musky smell of pheromones, soap, sweat and precum. Intoxicating.
I wanted him in my mouth so I pulled his briefs down to expose his cock. I love this bit and try to do it right. Pull the waist band tightly down and allow the cock to spring back up as it frees itself and have my mouth open to catch it. I greedily began to suck him fully into my mouth feeling him harden within 3 or 4 strokes.
I sat back and admired his cock in the flesh. A good 8”, not too thick but rock solid and bursting with thick veins. I looked up at him and licked along the length of his shaft, circled my tongue over his head and glands and back down to his balls.
“ Nice”
Now I love giving long sloppy blowjobs but my pussy was hanging open and I was in need of a good hard fuck. I reached into my bag of tricks and pulled out condom and lube. I did the honours, again taking care to do this with eroticism, slowly and deliberately maintaining eye contact.
I spread lube along his length and seductively used the tips of my fingers to fully coat his cock and balls, prolonging the moment.
I got on all fours. There wasn’t much room on the bunk and in any case I love being mounted on the floor, it feels like the ultimate submissive position.
He got behind me gently pushing me down and spreading my legs so as to line up the head of his cock to my welcoming hole.
He slid in easily
“Oh fuck” Him
“Yeah” Me
I took the whole length of him easily, the dildo having done the groundwork. I took a hit of p..pers which hit me anew with a wave of euphoria and wanton abandon.
“Fuck me, I love it” Me
“Slut” Him
This was gonna be fast and hard. I could feel his pent up eagerness, his primal need to fuck without consideration for my needs. This is the kind of sex that straight guy’s almost never experience. The permission to dominate and use another for your animalistic, ancient and violent urges.
I pushed back against each thrust, matching his energy with a complementary overwhelming desire to submit, a power in and of itself. Yes he was fucking me but I felt in control.
I reached between my legs and massaged his balls, occasionally reaching further to slip a finger along his taint and as far as his asshole.
He went berserk. Full on feral, wildly bucking into me. I collapsed beneath him and he smothered me with his full weight. He was coming, loudly. His cries were garbled nonsense reaching for unknown words to describe his climax.
Slowly he came down. Gasping, he lay on top of me grinding his cock in my gaping fuck hole.
We stayed in this position for a few minutes. His softening cock stimulating my prostate. Eventually I began to notice the scratchy carpet and the weight of him began to feel uncomfortable. The spell was broken.
He got up, took off the condom, dressed quickly and left
“Thanks” Him
I lay there, naked, slowly rotating my hips and grinding my cock against the floor, my ruined sloppy hole exposed like a badge of honour.
“Thank you” Me
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