Chapter 03: Paul's Story
This is a true story submitted to me by Paul. He sent it to me after reading Boating 2. He declined to name his country of origin. These are mostly Paul’s words, but English is not his first language. I have edited as necessary, but tried to keep as much original prose as possible.
Everything started when I was 12 years old. A 16-year-old guy convinced me to let him put his prick in my anus. He said that it was a common practice among boys. Innocently I agreed. It was a very painful experience. He used no lubrication and he was very rough and brutal inserting his large penis into my tight virgin asshole. For several days afterward I could barely sit. Defecating was like putting a blazing iron up my ass. I felt I had been raped.
When I was seventeen I had my first sexual experience with a woman. She was middle-aged and worked in a grocery store in my neighborhood. She was ugly and stinking and was furious when she asked me to lick her pussy and I refused. I can still remember her dirty skirt pulled above her waist in the backroom of the store. She had a huge triangle of black hair covering her protruding belly, and her cunt stank. It was disgusting.
After that I decided to give my sexual life a break. It was funny because during a period in life when boys are thinking of pussy twenty-five hours a day, I had locked my sexuality in the darkest slot of my brain.
After graduating from school, I decided to move to a larger city, and look for better opportunities. By the age of 23 I was living in a small apartment and working for a pharmaceutical company as assistant product manager.
My area director was a retired Navy officer in his early fifties. He was tall and had a good appearance. Once I was in his office waiting for him and I saw a boating magazine on his coffee table. I was browsing the magazine when he showed up. He asked me if I liked boats. I explained that I used to sail Snipes in my hometown. From that day on whenever we met, boats became part of our conversation. He told me he was remodeling an old 35-foot wooden hull sailboat. On another occasion he invited me to visit a boat store with him during the lunch break. He was looking for a new compass and a radio.
One day he invited me to visit his boat in the shipyard the following Saturday. He picked me up at my place and his wife accompanied him. I had seen her in some photos he had on his desk. She was much younger than he, in her late thirties, tall, black hair in a very short cut. I found later she was his second wife. She was wearing jeans and an old loose male style shirt. Without being beautiful she was very attractive. She was the kind of woman who is not a first time eye-catcher but whom you slowly learn to value. Her name was Rosy.
The shipyard was almost two hours drive, south of where we lived. It was a very enjoyable day. The boat was beautiful. It was restored to perfection. The plank deck gleamed with varnish. The white hull glowed in the morning sun. All the brass fittings had been polished.
A hatch and ladder located by the helm lead below. The interior was nice. There was a main cabin with two fair size bunks, a galley area, and a small but very practical head with a commode, shower and foldable sink. There was also a master cabin in the bow, separated from the main cabin by a wooden bulkhead and door. The master cabin was mostly one large bed fitted to the V-shape of the bow.
After the lunch we returned home and they invited me to sail with them on another day, after they had the boat fully ready. That time came during an extended holiday weekend.
They picked me up very early in the morning. The area we were going to sail was a 250-mile long inlet, averaging about 30 miles wide, with more than 200 islands. Some of the islands were just a few feet square. Some were large enough to have a city of 25,000 people. A poet once called this tropical paradise ‘precious stones set in a silver sea.
The boat was moored in a marina and after filling it with food, beverage and fuel we set sail. It was one of those perfect mid-fall days. The sun was shinning and a light breeze blowing. As an experienced sea wolf my friend was testing the changes he had made in the boat and the sail gear.
As soon as we left the marina his wife emerged from the cabin wearing a small bikini and stretched out on a towel near the stem. She was a lovely woman with shapely legs and a nice ass. I tried not to think about her. Besides she was the wife of my director. I was sitting with him on the helm deck. He and I talked about boats for a long time.
At one point he changed the subject and began to ask questions about me. He asked about my family, if I had a girlfriend, my plans for the future etc. Then he asked me to get him a beer. When I stood up I looked toward the stern. His wife had removed her bikini top and was lying on her back bare breasted, showing firm tits and erect pink nipples. I turned quickly and stepped below to get the beers.
The rest of the day we spent maneuvering the boat. We sailed close reaches, tacking upwind, and we ran down wind with full sails to see how she handled. It was work raising and lowering the sails so when we sailed back to the marina we all were pretty tired.
After a quick dinner at a restaurant nearby, we returned to the boat. I took one of the bunks outside the master-cabin. I was so tired that I was asleep within minutes of lying down.
I don’t know how long I slept but I woke up and in the darkness. Over the sound of the water mildly slapping the hull, I heard a woman’s voice panting. It came from the master cabin. In the beginning it was like she was trying to restrain herself, choking the sighs. But the panting grew quickly in intensity.
“Yes, yes, more…” she said.
They were having a lot of fun. For the first time in many years, I had an erection. Suddenly, the sounds ceased. I fell asleep again in an aroused state, somewhat frustrated.
I woke up with her tapping my shoulder. I rose and helped her fix breakfast. I could not help thinking about her being fucked by her husband. I could visualize his dick sliding in and out of her pussy. She looked and smelled good. Although I tried to hide my movements, I think she noticed that I kept glancing at her body -- ass, tits, and crotch. I was afraid to look her in the face, although I wanted to study her lips and imagine. At one point, she caught me looking at her, and looked into my eyes. As I looked away, I could see from the corner of my eye that she stared at my crotch for a moment and curled a smile as she noted the slight bulge of my semi-hard cock.
We set sail again and headed to a small island. It had a lovely small beach, no more than one hundred yards long. Golden sand framed luxurious green vegetation. The place was deserted. We dropped anchor a safe distance off shore and I loaded towels into a small inflatable boat. I was preparing to jump in the water to swim and tow the inflatable to the beach when he called to me.
“Do you mind if we talk a while before we land?” He asked with a serious tone in his voice.
I was astonished and couldn’t figure out what I might have done wrong. I hoped his wife had not told him that I had been looking at her. I mumbled that I did not mind. He tapped a spot on the bench beside him indicating I should sit down. I sat. His wife emerged from the cabin and sat on the bench in front of us.
“My wife and I want to know if we can fully trust you,” he said.
I was relieved that they were not upset with me. At the same time, however, I was curious about the direction the conversation had turned.
”You are my boss,” I said,” and I think of you both as good friends. You have all my respect, friendship and loyalty.”
”Thank you Paul, we appreciate your comments. We have been observing you and we know that you are a good guy. The reason for my question is simple. My wife likes to sunbathe nude and well, I don’t believe it would be good for my career if it became common knowledge at the company.”
“We are happy to know we can trust you,” my boss said as he gave me a friendly pat on the back.
His wife looked at me with a pleasant smile and went down into the cabin. We were just finishing with our preparations to go ashore when she emerged from the cabin fully naked.