At first, I was afraid my extracurricular, penile adventures had been discovered.
Warm weather finally made its way to Boston, but more changed than the season. My wife came home from a third extended trip to the Memphis hospital she had been temporarily staffing. She was distant and quiet, and finally broke down in tears in our kitchen.
This is it,
I thought,
she knows about my cock cravings.
But I was shocked as Julie confessed she was in love with a young surgeon she met in Tennessee and asked for a divorce. Staying together was not fair to me because her career took up so much of her time, we should split before we had any kids, and so on.
Always practical, that was my Julie. Her uptight family never fully accepted me anyway, and still viewed me as the skateboarding slacker I was in college. Julie was Asian, and I filled the need for her to rebel a little against her family, marrying an average Caucasian guy when there were so many clean cut, studious, eligible young men of Taiwanese ancestry available. I inwardly promised myself no more men and fought the split for a couple weeks, but I could tell she was miserable while away from her new love, who she frequently sexted while she thought I was asleep. While she was in the shower I got into her phone after two password attempts. I tearfully scrolled through their conversations, laced with selfies of her flashing, showing off her bush, butt or those big brown nipples. I guess acting like a teenager relieved some of the stress of her job. I had apparently overdone it when I encouraged the shy young woman I first met to be a little slutty and assertive She had already been blowing this guy, based on the comments about an out of focus pic of his hard dick, dripping with jizz.
Of course if anyone was now aware of the addicting, knee-weakening craving for stiff, sperm gushing dick, it was me. It nearly consumed my thoughts ever since I got a taste in the alley that morning, and the cravings only grew worse with time. A couple months later she had moved away to start having dark-haired babies with Dr. Charm and I had rented a small apartment out in the suburbs. I could have moved back to the Pittsburgh area, but thought I would stick around Boston a while longer for two reasons. Yes, those two reasons were the gorgeous, throat- and-asshole-wrecking cocks of Mike and Jake. It was worth staying nearby even if I was only able to hook up with them a few times a year. Later I had begun to doubt my decision, as email efforts most of the spring to arrange a meeting with one or both of the muscular twin HVAC repairmen had been thwarted by one thing or another. I was considering anonymous online hookups when finally I got a cryptic invite to an early summer 'fishing trip' on a 'customer's boat'.
The wait until that distant Saturday seemed to take forever, and I was horny as hell, barely able to resist jerking my solidified meat each morning the final couple weeks. I looked forward to having it sticking out, feeling its burning ache while I sucked or was penetrated by one or maybe both of the guys. Unsure of who else was invited, and exactly how much actual fishing would occur, I still researched the web to catch up on the saltwater sport, having not been since I was a kid. Armed with my new knowledge, I finally arrived before sunup at a marina near Weymouth, parking my beat up Hyundai among the shiny Escalades, Volvos and Audis.
The boat was about three times bigger than what I expected. The power yacht, named 'Technical Foul' was a massive cabin cruiser, at least sixty feet long. Its design looked a little older than some of the spaceship-looking craft alongside the piers, but its chrome railings sparkled in the floodlights of the yacht club. We were greeted by the owner, "Captain Chuck", I was to call him. Also aboard was his stepson Tyler, who at that moment was busy on the bow releasing the lines from the dock.
Captain Chuck was about sixty, gray, lanky and very tall, with an executive's diction. He was not a native Bostonian, as his accent had a country twang to it. I assumed he was a former pro ball player, but understandably wanted to remain somewhat anonymous. He abruptly disappeared up a ladder to pilot the boat soon after the introductions.
Dark-haired Tyler, by contrast, was maybe twenty, and, based on his unkempt, longish hair and excess weight, was probably a dedicated video gamer. He looked uncomfortable in his tightly fitting nautical white pants, jacket, and polo shirt.
With a rumbling diesel growl from below, we were off as the sun broke the horizon. The air still held a slight chill as Tyler, the twins and I stood on the stern deck, sipped on coffee and made loud small talk over the vibrating drone of the engines and the wind as the boat plowed past small wooded islands and away from the lights of the shore.
I wondered what role I would play, or more specifically, how we would be passed back and forth between the twins. I assumed Tyler was a dick lover like me, and the extremely understanding step dad was providing a private venue for the satiation of the young man's needs. I was looking forward to watching and helping Tyler service Mike and Jake, whose balls I hoped were overfilled and ready to pump out buckets of sperm.
My three shipmates seemed familiar enough with one another that this was definitely not their first meeting. The chunky guy, his dick bulging commando in his somewhat sheer white pants, seemed more relaxed as the shoreline receded, reacting a little effeminately but enjoying the arm punches, ass grabs and titty twisters issued by the twins. Tyler's brown eyes were nearly always fixed on the two large men, frequently in the direction of their crotches. I was sure his mouth was watering as badly as mine. Mike and Jake's muscular frames, fully capable of holding a squirming throat or hips with calloused hands in the exact position they desired, were even more apparent in their board shorts and lightweight jackets, compared to the heavy winter clothes I had seen them in before.
I began to wonder what we were waiting for, as the boat was sufficiently away from shore that even on this outside deck, we could both be sucking the twins' cocks and no one could see. That question was answered when the two blonde men took selfies and texted home, to reinforce the fishing premise of the trip. My visions of a stateroom foursome orgy were interrupted when the horn blew a few times. I then was told to go visit the flying bridge, where Captain Chuck was steering us out into the Bay.
2
I thought I might be making new acquaintances on this voyage, but was I invited specifically to meet the Captain? I was pleasantly surprised but apprehensive. I hoped he would like me. Maybe I was just supposed to get him more coffee or something. My pulse raced as I climbed the ladder and arrived on the bridge. It was lit only by instrument lights and GPS screens, surrounded on all sides by clear plastic curtains. The engine noise was lower, so it was a little easier to talk. He already had coffee, so this wasn't just an errand.
The Captain, seated in a bar stool-height padded chair, smiled as I thanked him again for inviting me. The conversation was personal but not flirtatious. We had small talk about where I was from and my experience on boats, which was limited to a few comical attempts at waterskiing while in college.
For all his apparent wealth and CEO-like confidence, he seemed a little uncomfortable as the polite chat stalled. Still nervous and relatively new at these gay encounters myself, I then wondered if maybe this was a first time for Chuck, being set up with a guy. He did have on a wedding ring like the twins. Maybe the discord was my fault, since, due to his age, I was talking to him the same way I spoke to some of my older bosses or my ex's parents.
"Well, it's...gr...great to be here," I said, stuttering. "I've looked forward to this for weeks. I'm really excited to meet you, but pretty...nervous. " I said, an innocent enough and true statement to break the silence, still standing next to his chair so we could speak at one another's ears over the wind. The pink sky now lit our upper bodies.
"Well, I'm glad you're here as well," he replied, "I'm nervous too, to be honest. This is something really...
different
