The sailors

I was returning from Tunisia by way of Genoa, by boat. The journey took place at night, on a warm night. I decided to take the air in teeshirt and shorts. I found a row of deckchairs in a quiet, deserted corner. I lie down and begin to doze. Arrives a Tunisian, fairly corpulent and hairy about forty years. He sits down at two deckchairs from me. He began a trivial discussion. Knowing that many Tunisians were attracted by men, I quickly noticed his gaze fixed on my shorts. I had forgotten to say that, small and modest, they often took me for a teenager. And that, during my holidays, I had the opportunity to appreciate a lot of Tunisian cocks in my ass.

I stretch then on my deckchair, spreading widely the thighs. The Tunisian quickly understands the message and moves on the deckchair next to mine. His hand rests on the inside of my thigh, then goes up and slips a finger under my shorts. To facilitate his work, I lightly raise my ass, and his finger ends up finding the purpose of his search: my puck, that he starts to titillate.

Just then, on the bridge, 4 young sailors in summer uniform, tee-shirt and white shorts, and lean on the parapet, facing the sea. Beautiful show of 4 young asses, molded in their white shorts . We were on our deck chairs, behind them, in a dark place and they had not noticed us. Pretty soon, one of the sailors put his hand on the shorts of his neighbor, and began to caress her buttocks, whispering in his ear. The other had to quickly accede to his request, undoing the top of his fly, because the first slid his hand in the shorts of the other, by the belt, and began to fiddle with his ass. The other two had gone back to enjoy the show, and encourage them to go farther laughing.

The young sailor quickly had the shorts at his knees, the finger of the other, inserted in his panties underneath, obviously fiddling with his puck. One of the two masters then approaches and lowers the pants to unveil a splendid little ass, beardless. In addition, he had to tan with a swimsuit because he had the buttocks of a whiteness color of milk.

I resolved to take action. I took off my shorts and confided it to my Tunisian. Below, I was wearing only a thong, my ass well in the air. And I go on deck. Seeing someone arrive, the sailor ass to air, goes up quickly made his shorts. But when they became aware of my outfit, they surrounded me very quickly, and began to fidget me. The Tunisian then advanced to subdue. Since they had not taken off my thong, I realized that it was my ass that interested them. And I was quickly leaning on the railing, ass arched, thighs apart, each young sailor taking turns fingering my ass. When it was the turn of the Tunisian, he began to slip his cock. I disengaged myself quickly enough, wanting to prolong our games.

And one of the sailors, who spoke French, told me we were going to a more tranquil place. He took us to the pool, closed at that hour, but they had a key. There, once naked, everyone in the water. Six guys attracted to each other in a pool. One felt a hand in the ass or dick, without knowing to whom it belonged, one palpated an ass or anonymous balls. At one point, a sailor came under the water to take my cock in his mouth. To thank him, I reached out and stroked his ass. A little later, a sailor began to “make the plank” on the belly, thighs wide apart, and we all parade between her thighs, to, according to preferences, licking or fingering.

The sailor then lay down on the edge of the pool, still on the belly, thighs apart. The Tunisian rushed to fuck her. With the movement of his buttocks, I judged that it was doing very well. He put it thoroughly, but gently, to withdraw it almost completely, then put it back thoroughly. The sailor soon expressed his satisfaction by moans of pleasure. I then placed myself in front of him, on the back, legs raised, offering him my puck. He chose to finger it to the rhythm where the Tunisian fucked me. And I saw quickly arrive a guy with 4 legs positioning above me to offer me his cock to suck. And, while I sucked, I saw a dick slip into the asshole of the guy I sucked. Six guys practicing all the basic sexual games between men, it offers many possibilities and there were changes of positions and partners. We parted, exhausted. For my part, I had two jets of sperm in the ass, one in my mouth and I had enjoyed in the asses of two guys!

The next morning, leaving the ship, the young sailor who spoke French waited for me. I thanked him warmly. He asked me if I stayed a few days in Genoa. I told him I could wait until the next day. He replied that we could meet again in the evening, and gave me a hotel card with his name marked on it.

I arrived at the hotel, to find a receptionist / barman, small and thin like me, but about forty years. When he saw the name on the map, he smirked at me. I realized that my sailor had not sent me anywhere.

In the afternoon, I went to visit Genoa. Considering the heat, I put my “usual uniform”, tee-shirt string and shorts. I had the vicious idea of visiting some churches. I placed myself in a rather isolated corner, kneeling, ass well obvious and well molded in his shorts. And I saw a few parishioners glance at my ass. One in particular, stood there contemplating the spectacle. I lowered my shorts to my buttocks. He slipped beside me, squeezed his hand into my shorts. I felt his hand pass between my thighs to ball my balls, then come back caress me the stripe of the ass, and finally fingering the puck. It was enough for him, and he left quickly.

I resolved to take action. I took off my shorts and confided it to my Tunisian. Below, I was wearing only a thong, my ass well in the air. And I go on deck. Seeing someone arrive, the sailor ass to air, goes up quickly made his shorts. But when they became aware of my outfit, they surrounded me very quickly, and began to fidget me. The Tunisian then advanced to subdue. Since they had not taken off my thong, I realized that it was my ass that interested them. And I was quickly leaning on the railing, ass arched, thighs apart, each young sailor taking turns fingering my ass. When it was the turn of the Tunisian, he began to slip his cock. I disengaged myself quickly enough, wanting to prolong our games.

And one of the sailors, who spoke French, told me we were going to a more tranquil place. He took us to the pool, closed at that hour, but they had a key. There, once naked, everyone in the water. Six guys attracted to each other in a pool. One felt a hand in the ass or dick, without knowing to whom it belonged, one palpated an ass or anonymous balls. At one point, a sailor came under the water to take my cock in his mouth. To thank him, I reached out and stroked his ass. A little later, a sailor began to “make the plank” on the belly, thighs wide apart, and we all parade between her thighs, to, according to preferences, licking or fingering.

The sailor then lay down on the edge of the pool, still on the belly, thighs apart. The Tunisian rushed to fuck her. With the movement of his buttocks, I judged that it was doing very well. He put it thoroughly, but gently, to withdraw it almost completely, then put it back thoroughly. The sailor soon expressed his satisfaction by moans of pleasure. I then placed myself in front of him, on the back, legs raised, offering him my puck. He chose to finger it to the rhythm where the Tunisian fucked me. And I saw quickly arrive a guy with 4 legs positioning above me to offer me his cock to suck. And, while I sucked, I saw a dick slip into the asshole of the guy I sucked. Six guys practicing all the basic sexual games between men, it offers many possibilities and there were changes of positions and partners. We parted, exhausted. For my part, I had two jets of sperm in the ass, one in my mouth and I had enjoyed in the asses of two guys!

The next morning, leaving the ship, the young sailor who spoke French waited for me. I thanked him warmly. He asked me if I stayed a few days in Genoa. I told him I could wait until the next day. He replied that we could meet again in the evening, and gave me a hotel card with his name marked on it.

I arrived at the hotel, to find a receptionist / barman, small and thin like me, but about forty years. When he saw the name on the map, he smirked at me. I realized that my sailor had not sent me anywhere.

In the afternoon, I went to visit Genoa. Considering the heat, I put my “usual uniform”, tee-shirt string and shorts. I had the vicious idea of visiting some churches. I placed myself in a rather isolated corner, kneeling, ass well obvious and well molded in his shorts. And I saw a few parishioners glance at my ass. One in particular, stood there contemplating the spectacle. I lowered my shorts to my buttocks. He slipped beside me, squeezed his hand into my shorts. I felt his hand pass between my thighs to ball my balls, then come back caress me the stripe of the ass, and finally fingering the puck. It was enough for him, and he left quickly….

The guy who was being fucked at the back of the room had refused the subsequent candidates, and the place was free. And one of the Italian sailors whispers to me to go. I had never practiced this sport before, but there is a beginning to everything. I began by fucking completely naked, entrusting my affairs to the barman, and went under a few whistles and applause to the table. And I lived there a unique experience. I sucked cocks, licked ass, and of course got fucked. In all positions: legs in the air, 4 legs, doggy style, flat stomach. I even remember that I was directed to a guy who bandaged, sitting on a chair, who caught me by the hips, to impale me on his tail.

But even with my experience, I began to feel my anus getting irritated. I asked to stop, which was accepted at once. One of my sailors took my place enthusiastically, and I was able to play the voyeurs, shaking me gently.

Once at the hotel, seeing that I was still somewhat drunk, the bartender helped me get into my room, undress, and took the opportunity to bugger me again. I let myself go, I was no longer a dick near in my ass.

The next day, by adjusting my note, I asked the barman if my little asshole had pleased him. He replied that he was ready to hand it over right away … But I had my train to take. I noticed a substantial discount on my bill (after all, he had paid in kind!). I carefully kept the hotel card. I have been there twice over the weekend, and I plan on coming back for my next vacation.