"How many cocks have you sucked?"I hesitated even longer with this question. I wasn't sure how to answer it. I saw Kevin getting impatient and I blurt...d out, "I never sucked a cock sir. I kissed one a few times but I hated it. It was so demeaning. I just couldn't do it. It is so nasty."He laughed again and said, "I didn't think so. I'm not even going to ask you if anyone has every fucked your tight ass. I know that's a cherry."He stood there, close enough to touch, and he said, "Take my cock. When I was utterly spent he pulled the fingers out of my ass and sat back. As I stood over him, trying to catch my breath, he began rapidly pumping his cock. His mouth fell open, his eyes rolled back in his head, and with a groan, he came.The first shot arced two feet in the air and landed on my stomach. The second and third landed on my thighs, and the fourth on my feet, but he still wasn’t done; several more small shots followed, coating his hand with semen. It seemed he would never stop.But. We sat on deck and ate and drank and revelled in the beauty that was around us. Then, too soon, it was ten o’clock and I walked to the lead boat for the briefing. Tony and Fred washed up quickly and then followed the other three into the village to see the shops (one supermarket, one bakery, one butcher, three bars, two restaurants – we used the other one for the last meal apparently – and a cafe. The orthodox church was perched on the hill above, and nobody wanted to walk up the hill). They. " I can't tell you how much hearing him say that turned me on. It was better than, "Oh fuck, yes!" or anything like that (though hearing that was a turn-on, too), for reasons I don't quite grasp. I think perhaps it was because I knew he was getting close then, and that what I was doing was about to put him over the edge. He'd get harder then, and, impossibly, get bigger; the first third or so of his cock would swell and expand, and then he'd give a shuddering gasp - if I was sucking him, his.