African Adventure - 4. Chapter 4 - Going, going, gone

The fast speed boat ride at night across the flat lake surface excited me. Holding onto Captain’s shoulders I watched as we rapidly approached the boat. A person had appeared at the stern of the boat, watching our approach.

Captain cut the engines and we drifted on momentum for the last few metres. Joao threw the rope to the person on board who pulled us in. Captain jumped on board, turned, offered me his hand and pulled me on board. I had arrived.

Joao jumped on board and made the inflatable fast. I was introduced, “Charlie, this is Rashid, Rashid this is Charlie,” we shook hands.

Rashid, at 25+, was about five nine and being bare-chested displayed a beautifully defined upper body. His legs protruding from his short boxer type shorts, however, were less developed and somewhat out of proportion with the rest of his body. His smile made up for any deficiency though. Captain could sure pick them.

“Charlie and I are going to shower, you can start cooking supper. Rashid nodded and cast a knowing glance in my direction, called Joao and disappeared into the saloon. Standing on the open deck at the stern of the boat I looked back at the camp site with its twinkling lights and felt a peace descending on me after the adrenaline filled speed boat ride.

Captain came and stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest. I pushed back against him and turned and looked up into his face. He kissed me.

I pushed back against him and felt a bulge hardening. He tried to slip a hand down the front of shorts but had to struggle with a button and the jip. I wanted to help him but couldn’t. He found my erect cock and liberated it.

“That’s nice Charlie,” as he ran a practiced hand over my package from the balls, up the shaft to the head. I was inexperienced, I wanted to open my hips and thrust forward to show a willingness towards his attentions but at the same time I wanted to keep pressing back against his cock.

He solved my problem, “Let’s go,” and he guided me into the saloon ahead of him.

The saloon was larger than I thought, there was seating on the port side with a galley in the open plan on the starboard side with helm position forward on the starboard side. Rashid busy in the galley turned as we entered and his glance picked up my open shorts and a knowing smile crossed his face.

Captain stepped ahead and led me down a few steps past what appeared to be cabins, a shower and heads, and into the stateroom right in the bow of the boat. He closed he door, turned and took me in his arms. “Welcome aboard Charlie.”

He pulled my T-shirt off and then his. My shorts and underpants next and then his. He was hard and he was bigger and thicker than me. We pressed our hips against each other. We kissed some more. My excitement got the better of me and I shot up against his stomach.

He grabbed a towel, gave himself a quick wipe and spread it over the bed, indicating to me to get on. He opened a drawer and took a small bottle of oil and placed it on the bedside table. He joined me on the bed.

He went straight for my cock, now half erect, and gave it a good looking over. “Joao, was right this is a very nice cock,” and he gave it a soft kiss on the head. He lay down next to me on his side and drew me to him and we hugged. “You want to play a bit?” I nodded and he rolled onto his back so I could hunch forward to get close to his cock.

I played. I touched, I squeezed, I stroked, I licked and sucked and it twitched when I touched the most sensitive parts. Laying flat against his stomach his cock was about an inch and a bit short of his navel. He was thicker than me almost twice as thick with a head, like mine, more pointed than rounded. I wondered how I was going to be able to take that into me.

Captain had reached over behind me and began to slowly work me with a finger. He applied some oil and the feeling was pleasant even when the finger was inserted little by little.

Anxiety being absent this experience was playing out like a dream. I was feeling a little light headed. I was ready for my Captain. “I’m ready,” I whispered.

Captain turned me away from him and drew my hips back until I was halfway to the foetal position. I felt his cock knock at the door as he positioned himself. “Push back Charlie.” I did and felt him slip into me. “More if you can,” and I tried and I felt myself against his body. He was right in.

“Ride the cock, Charlie, ride it,” Captain sounded a little breathless. I did and flexed my hips and explored these new movements and he lay still. Comfortable I moved gradually faster giving him a longer stroke. “On your back.” He slowly withdrew and turned me onto my back, spread my legs and lifted them up until they were near against my chest. “Hold them there.”

His moves were quick and practised; a hand under the small of my back lifted me enough to slip a pillow under. Then a quick positioning of his body and his was in. Instinctively I crossed my legs around him. He kissed me. I responded and we slowly began to rhythmically move together. I was in heaven. He was a good kisser, he was considerate, he was gentle, he was my man.

When he came I hugged him tightly to me with arms and legs. A low groan was all I heard. We looked into each others eyes. He whispered, “You were great Charlie, thank you.” I nodded, I must be in heaven.