My first time on an organised solo, gay sail holiday; I joined a large 65ft charter yacht berthed in a marina in Plymouth, for a two week holiday sailing to France and back via the Isles of Scilly. It was the first time that I had done this type of holiday, but I did have some offshore sailing experience.
On arrival in Plymouth I met the skipper of the yacht; he looked the Captain Birds Eye character, complete with white beard. He introduced me to his full time crew. A Sailing Master who looked like the old man of the sea, with a heavy Cornish accent, that he was very proud off, a Mate and a Cook, from his round shape must have enjoyed the food he prepared. We were to refer to them as Skipper, Master, Mate and Cook, a sailing tradition; so they claimed.
I was then introduced to my sailing companion's that had already arrived on board. I was also introduced to Jim, whom I had never met before, but was to share a small cabin with for the next two weeks. We were both about the same age and build, I was from the North he was a local from Devon. Jim showed me the cabin and where to store my gear; the cabin was small but comfortable. Given the confined space within the cabin, it was clear Jim and I were going to get to know each other, well, during the next two weeks. I had the top bunk, Jim the bottom bunk.
After lunch the Skipper outlined where we would be going, what we would all be doing on board during the next two weeks and gave us a safety briefing. There were sixteen guests, on board, all male, most were couples or knew each other as friends before this holiday. Essentially we were paired off to crew the yacht. Two on sails, two helming, two as deck hands, under the supervision of the Skipper, the Sailing Master or the Mate at any one time. Two were assigned as galley slaves under the supervision of the Cook. We would all take turns on each of these duties. We spent the afternoon getting to know how the yacht worked and where things were stowed. By late afternoon we seemed to get the grasp of what was expected of us.
We spent the evening getting to know each other over an excellent meal prepared by the Cook and his two slaves, with drinks to follow. We all seemed to get along well with each other, although this would be put to the test over the next few weeks. As we were to leave early next morning to catch the tide out the river Tamar; we all turned in early.
Due to the confines of the cabin Jim and I had a challenge to get ready for bed; we kept bumping and rubbing each other as we maneuvered to get undressed. In many ways it was fun and a bit erotic.
We were both finally down to short close fitting bikini type underwear. Do we stop there or go for the full display. I was starting to feel, well a bit over aroused and would show if we undressed further. I think Jim was thinking this too. As we were about to climb into our bunks we were hit with the wash from something either travelling too fast or large or both leaving the marina.
We both collided and ended up face to face, bodily pressing on each other, intimately; I could feel Jim was aroused, as was I by this time. Also; I could see it in Jim's eyes, like me, he was enjoying the moment. Jim then ran his finger down my arm, slowly and seductively, while nibbling my ear lobe, I mimicked his gesture. Both our hands reach each other's underwear in unison, slipping our fingers inside exploring each other's arousal. We both then slid each other's underwear off in unison. Both being fully aroused by this time rubbed each other intimately, we felt a response building.
As we embraced each other we both decided to go to the next stage, it wasn't long before we had positioned ourselves on Jim's bunk. The close confines of the bunks bulkheads, gave us good positioning. Jim engaged with me, slowly penetrating to start with, and then he started to ungulate slowly. As he started to cum his rhythm increased until he unloaded. We changed position and I started to engage with Jim, after what seemed a long time I unloaded too.
We disengaged and started spooning each other. The bunks were not that wide to share all night. Not sure what to do next. We went to our respective bunks but with our underwear on this time. Next morning we got dressed one at a time. Although I did feel Jim's wandering fingers from time to time, as he did mine.
Our holiday started proper the next day, as it was a very hot summer day we were all got dressed down to swimwear, tops and trainers.
Leaving the marina the Skipper took charge, before long Jim and I were on the sails as we both had done some sailing before. Took a while before we were both working together, initially we were almost literally getting tangled up with each other as we set the sails. Again as we bumped and rubbed against each other, we were both starting to enjoy the experience, again. Not as erotic as last night but comfortable with each other's close presence; as we set the sails and cleared away the sheets and lines. The Master was a perfectionist regarding the tiding of his sails and lines. All ship shape and Bristol fashion he kept quoting in his Cornish accent. He was one of those really likable guys, even if he was telling you for the third time to do it again.