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This is an original fictional story. Any resemblance between persons or places to actuality is purely coincidental. All persons engaged in sex (male on male) are over 18 as should be any reader, as may be required by local law. Copyright, 2023. BD
This story, like many of mine, focuses on the possibilities for young gay men to deepen relationships and find commitment in a world of inter-personal possibilities and external societal temptations. Sometimes we need to lose before we realize what we have.
It was late August. Two recent Duke grads had decided to take a last minute, week-long vacation in Key West before beginning their new jobs as financial analyst trainees at Morgan Stanley in New York. Both of the guys, who had been friends since first year at Duke, were Economics majors and had been accepted into the two-year program at the New York headquarters. Only the best received such offers and they had graduated near the top of their class.
Key West seemed ideal–exotic, with plenty of water, easily reached from their homes in Durham by car, and with lots of action–their kind of action. Both of the guys were gay, athletic and good-looking, and ready to party. They found a B JM pumped from the side, long easy strokes which became steadily faster and deeper. David was quickly writhing in heat and pushing back into JM. Sleep was forgotten. He lofted his ass in welcome. But JM had other plans. “I want to see you, love. On your back.”
So David flipped, flopped back on the pillow, planted his feet flat on the mattress and leveraged his ass up over the mattress. JM pushed his thighs under David’s ass and positioned his long, curved dick at the entrance. He lavished Göztepe Escort lube on the hole and his pole. Then, he moved closer in and began pushing his dick head inside again. The curve was perfect in this position. It quickly found and stroked the prostate. David sucked his gut in and his cock stretched up toward it. JM bottomed, then reached behind David and drew him into his lap and chest. David squirmed with the fullness, brought his lips to JM’s ear lobe and nipped. Then his tongue came out and he traced the hollow of JM’s neck sending shivers down JM’s spine. The guys were locked in a tight embrace; David enjoying the fullness and JM feeling the depth.
JM fell forward and deepened his penetration. David wrapped his legs around JM’s waist as JM stretched out his legs, exaggerating the contact between cock and cunt. Then he started doing push ups, driving his hips forward with each downstroke. David was moaning and thrashing, really enjoying the ride when he felt the fluid rising along the tube along the back of JM’s dick. Then he felt the internal hot gush of JM’s French seeds. Once, twice, another spasm, again and again. It was too much. David exploded between them, covering both with his creamy white spunk. Oh, he loved this guy–and the way this guy turned him on. He was pleased they were going to be apartment-mates in Manhattan in a few weeks. Another shower was needed. Who knows? Maybe they were meant for each other.
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Two days later Pete called. He had arranged a two-day charter to Dry Tortugas on the same Beneteau cat. Sophia’s sister had arrived with her young daughter and he was going crazy with all the French girl talk and the kids. No Sophia this time. Escort Göztepe No kids. Were David and JM interested?
David had taken the call since JM was occupied with a young red-haired Texan (Scotty) that he had hooked the previous night at the small gay club behind the touristy Margaritaville Bar. He claimed to be a virgin, but David had wondered. After all, he was 20, obviously out, and very attractive–and he was in Key West! At any rate, JM had liked Scotty’s young, clean innocent look and decided virginity was always in the eye of the beholder. Both of the guys were now together in Scotty’s room which was conveniently only three doors down Duval from their B he was flushed; he sported a few dark hickeys on the back of his neck; and, he walked a little too carefully. He couldn’t keep his hands from JM’s shoulders and waist. In fact his fingers were hooked into JM’s waistband. Maybe Scotty was not a virgin, but he was young, inexperienced, presumably tight–and into JM. David winked at JM and told him about the call. JM was excited about the prospect of the sail and wondered if Scotty might be welcome–he was not letting this young conquest out of his grasp quite yet. JM was enjoying being the top, the teacher, who called the shots. He intended to make the most of this fresh meat before releasing him to the world. So JM introduced Scotty.
Scotty (nee, Jim MacIntosh) was about to enter his second year as a cadet at the Coast Guard Academy in New London. He was obviously an avid and accomplished sailor. He was just 20, 5-11, with curly red hair and a face full of freckles. He had a nice boyish body with light, but cut, muscles and a ruddy tan. Not a twink–but not far from it. So Göztepe David called–and the date was set for the four guys with an early morning departure the next day. This would be the capstone of David and JM’s vacation. It was then going to be time to head north and begin real life. Scotty was also due back in New London in a few days’ time. His Key West roommate had already left after a family emergency and would join him there.
The next morning, at dawn, all of the guys were actively examining all of the equipment on the Starfish II. A two day sail without an intermediary marina or provisioning depot definitely requires careful checking before departure. David examined the provisions, checked the water and fuel levels and pronounced everything to be in order. Pete had all the charts, knew the GPS system on the cat, and had weather reports. There was a tropical disturbance stalled south of Cuba, but it was not expected to impact their trip–except possibly in a positive way by providing stronger than normal winds. So Scotty double-checked the reefing lines if less sail were needed. As the sun rose, they were slowly motoring out of the marina, headed west to the National Park.
Within minutes they were outside the harbor marina, cut the engines, raised the main, and within a half hour, there were no other vessels visible on the horizon. With good winds (and no motor use), it would take five to six hours to reach the remote desert island. Pete was at the helm and immediately stripped–no thong this time. The thong had not hidden much. Pete was hung. He was broad shouldered with big tight muscles. David and JM followed. Scotty at first was surprised and maybe a bit shy, but he wasn’t going to be the “man out” so he too stripped. To cover his embarrassment, Scotty remarked that he needed 45 sunscreen since parts of his body had never before seen the sun. All the guys laughed and Pete threw the tube to Scotty. “I can tell you, it makes lousy lube.”
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