What Didn't Happen Today Pt. 05A

Note: I ended Part 5 of What Didn't Happen Today with the statement that in my best fantasy, my friend John would have joined relative stranger Jeff and I in the sexual fun going on in our three-bed sleeping room on the boat we were all taking from Italy to Greece. A reader pointed out that I easily could have added John to the festivities, since it's all what didn't happen. I don't know why I didn't include it. So, here is a continuation of Part 5.

I heard John turning over in his bunk (the top one), and heard him ask, "What the hell are you guys doing?"

"Fucking," Jeff replied, matter-of-factly. "Wanna join in? This here's a really nice ass!"

I withdrew from my bunk, sitting on the floor with cum starting to flow out of my ass. I looked up at John, with a skeptical look on his face, despite the beautiful moustache.

"I don't mess around with guys," he said, an edge of disapproval in his voice.

"Aw, c'mon, we won't tell anybody," Jeff replied. "You wanna get your rocks off, don't you?"

I thought to myself, or at least I believed that it was internal dialogue, "John, I want to feel that moustache up against my asshole. I want to lick Jeff's cum off of it once you're done." Apparently, I was using my outside-of-my-head voice and had blurted all of that out.

John's eyes widened, then narrowed as he considered what I'd said. Jeff was chuckling and gave me a high-five. I just cowered on the floor at Jeff's feet, his cum-soaked cock just inches away from my face. Again.

John rustled around, apparently pulling off his boxers. He leaned over the edge again and said, "Well, okay, but this goes no further than this room. I don't want my girlfriend to hear about this. Ever."

I was kind of startled, because I didn't know John had a girlfriend. Turns out she lived in his hometown. I met her a year-and-a-half later when John invited me to his wedding.

"Yeah, okay," Jeff said, seemingly unconcerned.

"I promise, John", I said. "Not a word to anyone, ever."

John climbed down from the upper bunk, and I started to understand why he was so reluctant to be naked around other men. While he had a prodigious amount of hair on his body, and a nice thick auburn bush, his cock was smaller than average. It wasn't a micro-penis by any stretch of the imagination, but definitely at the lower end of the bell curve. Frankly, it didn't matter much to me because it was his dick. I'm not a size queen. And his personality and his beautiful hairy body (led by his moustache) was a total turn-on for me.

John reached the floor, and I turned from Jeff to look at my old friend up close. Fully erect, John's penis was about four-inches long. His balls were "normal" sized, making his dick look smaller simply by comparison. Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth, gratefully licking and sucking him. Apparently, this was good because he groaned so loud I feared waking the girls in the next sleeping room.

Jeff was running his fingers through John's chest hair and gently tweaking his nipples. I could tell when he did because John's cock jumped when it happened. He was breathing heavily and letting out little groans in an irregular pattern.

John reached over and took Jeff's stiffening cock into his hands. "Jeezus, that's a big one," he said, a touch of envy in his voice.

"About eight inches," Jeff replied proudly.

I was happily sucking on John's dick, listening to this exchange, when I felt the urge to reach between his legs and touch his asshole. It was a bit confusing, since I didn't have direct sight and there was so much hair in the area. I knew I'd found it when he let out a yelp and his cock jumped in my mouth. "No," John said firmly. "No butt stuff. I'm not gay."

I released his cock from my mouth and said, "Don't worry. Nobody is going to do anything to you that you don't want us to do. Especially something like fucking you." He seemed cautiously relieved. "However," I said, "Your asshole has lots of nerve endings that are very responsive to tactile stimulation." I knew that John was an engineer and a science nerd. "Can I show you, just a little bit? I promise no penetration. I think you'll like it."

"Well, okay," John consented.

Jeff seemed a little disappointed, but his strengthening erection told me that he was still game. He came off as someone who never considered being a bottom, except maybe sucking a dick now and again. Usually, he's just be waving his endowment around, picking up admirers left and right. I later learned from some of my female friends on the trip that he hit on everyone, and was very persistent. He was very much about getting himself off, and not really caring whether his big dick had any effect on female partners.

I turned John around and had him lean forward onto my bunk. I pulled his cheeks apart and was treated to the sight of his beautiful anus, with lots of hair around it and filling his taint. "Remember," I told him, "You can ask me to stop at any time." He grunted his consent.

I wet my index finger with spit and gently touched his hole, which reacted by pulsing. Keeping my finger wet, I rubbed all around the periphery very gently. Occasionally, I would press a little hard against the middle of the pucker, gaining a minuscule amount of penetration. His yelps told me that while he liked the feeling, he didn't want it to go any further.

I substituted my tongue for my finger, relishing the warmth and texture of his skin. I was persistent, and his moans told me that he was learning about the pleasure that assplay can create. I reached between his legs and took his stiff dick into my hand, and without warning, he came, soaking my sheets with his own variety of cum. I continued licking him until he finally asked me to stop. His whole body was trembling.

I was surprised when a glob of cum landed on my shoulder. I'd kind of forgotten that Jeff was still there, but apparently he was entertained enough by our performance to serve up another load.

I stood up and gave John a bro-hug, even though our dicks were touching each other. I ran my fingers over his moustache while looking into his eyes, but I resisted the temptation to kiss him. We had pushed enough of his limits, and wanted to respect the ones that remained.

"Okay, I think I should go to bed now," Jeff said, realizing that the sex was over for the evening. He gave each of us a perfunctory hug and climbed into his bunk, giving me another close view of his ass. I thought about how much I would like to get inside it. My fingers. My tongue. My cock.

John mouthed the words "Thank you" and climbed up to his bunk. I got my last glimpse of his cock and ass, now permanently emblazoned in my memory.

I got into by soiled bunk, contemplating all the cum I was about to sleep in. That was the first--but not the last--time I would sleep in cum that wasn't just my own.