This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of consent. I enjoy hearing from readers that enjoy my stories. Messages and comments are welcome. This story is mostly about man on man sex, not romance, or the politics of sexuality. If this sounds like something you'd like, read on and enjoy.
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"Dre, wake up...dude it's your turn to drive...Dre?"
I was coming out of a deep sleep, still unsure of where I was.
"Dude, I am starting to nod off. How about you drive for a while?"
We were driving to the Florida Keys in the Lexus of my friend Mike. Actually the car belonged to his parents. I had been sleeping for the past 4 hours in the passenger seat. As usual I woke with a big hard-on making a tent in my athletic shorts. Knowing that I was in the car with fellow Cock Club members Mike and Josh, I made no effort to hide my arousal.
Mike, who was driving, looked over at my bulge as I stretched in the seat, "There is a rest stop up ahead, we can trade off there and I can give you a little help with that 'problem' in your pants."
"Hmmmm that sounds great," as I spoke and yawned simultaneously.
It was about 2:00 am, somewhere in Georgia, and we pulled into a dark corner of the rest area parking lot. I was still half asleep, as Mike reached over and started rubbing my hard cock with the heel of his hand. All I could do was purr, as he pulled my shorts down. My rock hard cock sprang to attention, and Mike wasted no time sucking my dick into his mouth as he bent over.
"Damn Mikey that feels good, you really are a good friend."
Mikey was now stroking and sucking my cock with zeal. I could feel my hard tool invade his throat, as he went all the way down on me. He lifted his head up and squeezing my cock shaft hard, and pumped my dick as he grinned at me.
"I think a nice load of cum would be the perfect late night snack. Can you help me out with that?" He said as he returned to sucking and stroking.
All I could manage was a groan. My entire body tingled, as Mikey worked his magic. I looked over my shoulder and Josh was sleeping like a baby, either way I didn't care I was lost in the ecstasy of Mikey's oral talents. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the feeling. My breathing became quick and erratic, and Mike picked up the pace. Like a wave, my body spasmed and I filled Mikey's mouth with a creamy load. He swallowed every drop and I shivered in delight, as he stroked my spent cock.
"You are such a hot cum slut." I said as Mikey smiled at me and licked his lips.
He leaned over and gave my a messy kiss on the mouth. "Okay bitch, it's your turn to drive, and my turn to sleep." He said with glee as he stepped out the driver's side door and walked around the car.
As we passed each other, I pulled him to me and pushed him up against the car. "You know you are going to get a nice long, hard thank you fuck for for that."
"Oh I am counting on that, now get behind the wheel you horny bastard," he said with a wink.
The next ten hours was a monotonous blur of driving, dozing off and cookie cutter rest stops. We finally arrived at our destination, Key West. The navigation system in the Lexus lead us right to the dock where we would be boarding our home for the next few days the "Gran Cazzo."
The Gran was a Hylas 54' single mast yacht. It was a beautiful vessel rigged for luxury cruising. The captain of the boat was a "C" Club member who graduated a few years earlier. His name was Chris but we just called him Captain most of the time. His job was to take the owners of the yacht, or their clients, out when ever they were in the Keys, which wasn't very often.
Captain Chris, an old friend of Mikey, invited us down for a couple of days for some fun and sun since the boat was just sitting idle.
I discovered that once a member of the "C" Club always a member of the "C" Club. This was going to be an official "C" Club outing.
Chris was in his late 20s, average height, broad shoulders, and thick shoulder length blonde hair and clear blue eyes. No surprise that he had a deep tan and that salty dog air about him that put you at ease. Mike shouted, "Ahoy," as Chris leapt off the boat onto the dock to greet us.
As we exchanged introductions, I enjoyed the view of the Captain's toned abs. He was wearing a white button down shirt that was open in the front. I also noticed that he was wearing a rather small speedo that did little to hide what appeared to be an impressive package. I had to pull my gaze away from his crotch. However , I must have stared a little too long as he smiled at me knowingly.
It was midday and the heat of the sun was sweltering. Captain said he wanted to get out of the intense heat of the harbor and underway to cooler water. He showed us aboard, and brought us into the cabin below to stow our gear.
As our eyes adjust to the light below deck, we were greeted with the a distinct Jamaican accent, "Welcome to da Gran Cazzo."