Gay Erotic Stories

I awoke to the sound of movement in the cabin. Skip was shaving and I lay for a little while admiring the swirls of dark curly hair on his back. I wanted to run my fingers through it, and then I saw that Skip was watching me through the mirror, and I smiled at him. He came over to the bed and smiled at me and ran his fingers through my hair, and asked how my cherry felt. I replied that it still felt tender, so he suggested that he should put some vitamin cream on... “It'll make you hungry for more cock,” he laughed, “but I must shave first.”

“Leave a moustache on,” I suggested.

“Why?” he asked me, “do you like moustaches?”

“Yes,” I said, “and when Cooky was licking my arse, it felt really good, and I thought that if you were to...” and my voice trailed away, but he laughed and put his hand inside the bed and squeezed me hard.

“Right you are,” he said, “we'll see how it goes. When I've shaved the rest; we'll try it out on you.”

He quickly shaved and then came back to the bed, and I rolled over onto my front so he could gain access to my arse. It was sorer than I had thought, and very sensitive and soon I was squirming as I felt the sharp bristles pricking against my tender ring and love tube, though the soft warm wet tongue lapping expertly at my hole felt very good, and eased the feelings.

“Yes it does feel sore and tender,” he said, “I'll put some cream on,” and he got the tube of ointment and slathered his finger with it. “I don't know if this will go far enough,” he said. So I held his cock, and said that this was just the right length. “I am glad you chose our ship, Puss,” he said and coated his swollen cock with the cream and gently but firmly pushed it all the way in until he was firmly embedded, and I could feel the crisp curly hair tickling against my arse cheeks.

Just then, Cooky tapped at the door and put his head round the door, and said, “Oh, I hadn't realised that the party had begun.”

“It hasn't,” said Skip, “I'm just putting some cream on Puss' arse. He's a bit sore.”

“He will be if you carry on like that,” said Cooky, and announced that the dinner was ready, and went back to the mess room.

We went to the messroom and Cooky had done a party meal, and there was even a cake with a candle on it. Everyone was naked and I sat between Skip and Cooky, and all through the meal they played with my cock and balls, but happily left my arse alone, for the time being!

After the meal, they even had presents for me, and Chief gave me a heavy stainless steel ring, about two inches long and very thick. I had no idea what it was, but Chief told me it was a ball stretcher, and I would soon see and feel what it meant.

I was really no wiser, but thanked him, and opened the next box from Cooky. This held a set of three gold rings, two of them were quite small, but the third was quite a bit larger, and was smoothly faceted so it caught the light, but they were not big enough for my finger so again I didn't understand! “You'll see when we get ashore,” said Cooky.

The First gave me a small golden bell. “So we can hear you coming,” he said and they all laughed, though not unkindly. Finally Skip gave me a small harness. Two straps up the front from between my legs which came up to a waistband, and a couple of straps across the front above my cock, together with two straps up the back which joined the waistband at my hips, and there were also two adjustable straps at each side. Then they toasted my health and mall glass of rum, which I sipped carefully and soon felt buzzed.

“Rum makes you bum,” said Skip, but added that I needed no encouragement. I felt quite giggly with the liquor.

“Let's try on your presents,” said Skip, and first Chief unbolted the heavy steel ring and fastened both halves around the soft skin above my balls, and bolted it into place. It felt cold, and Chief fondled my balls before he let go. I hadn't realised how heavy it was and my balls felt as though they were being dragged down to my knees. Then Skip put on the harness. It was like a jockstrap but with no front, and the adjustable straps at the sides meant that the two upright straps had the effect of pulling my arse cheeks apart so that my hole was fully exposed to the world. “What do you think lads?” he said and they all agreed that it looked good. “Really fuckable, Skip observed. “Earlier we took your cherry, now it looks like a rose in full bloom--and so we can deflower you.”

“So, Puss, who goes first on this birthday fuckfest?” asked Skip, and I smiled at him. He went behind me and I felt his tongue and new moustache playing against my ring. His hands went up to my nipples and he started pulling, nipping and scratching them with his nails. Despite the heavy weight on my balls I was as hard as a rock, and Cooky came and took my cock in his mouth while First sat on the floor, and moving the weight up, took my balls in his mouth and started rolling them around.

Skip discovered that by timing the nipping on my nipples, he could control the movements that I made, alternately thrusting forwards so I face-fucked Cooky while my arse moved away from his mouth and then backward so that Cooky lost my cock, and Skips tongue moved within me. Suddenly Cooky thrust forward himself as Chief roughly entered him and soon we were all rocking in time, then Skip stopped rimming me, and firmly shoved his cock right into me in one go.

I was so stretched that it went in easily, but I could still feel every hard vein and ridge on his cock, and my nerve endings in my arse and tube were so sensitive that I was squealing in ecstasy. My balls were swinging like a demented pendulum in time to the thrusts and I was on such a high of sexual tension that I could have been fucked forever.