Who Was I Fooling?

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Who Was I Fooling? - Part 4

The year was 2009

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Garreth, Belle, Micah, and I drove to the airport together in Garreth's Explorer. None of us could believe our fortune at being able to make this trip on such short notice.

Garreth's uncle owns a marina in Oriental, which is a half hour east of New Bern on the Neuse River. Garreth's whole family were serious sailers and they all grew up on the water. In summers, Garreth ran light tackle and fishing charters for his Uncle on the Neuse River. He also worked as captain or crew transporting boats up and down the inter-coastal waterway.

We were heading into a three day weekend when Garreth's uncle called him because he was in a bind. He needed someone to transport a boat he'd just acquired. It was in a marina in near Newport News, Virginia. Garreth's Uncle asked him to bring it down to his marina in Oriental via the Intracostal Waterway. All of his Uncle's normal guys were busy and he needed the boat there within the week. He asked Garreth if he wanted to do it.

The boat was a pretty sizeable luxury power catamaran-- a motorboat with two parallel hulls. Garreth had captained a boat that big on several occasions, but never in the ICW. He told his Uncle he would do it if he could bring a few friends to act as hands. His Uncle said that would be acceptable as long as he would give him his word that there would be no alcohol or weed. None of us were into that anyway, so that was not an issue.

Garreth asked Belle, Micah, and I to join him. By some miracle, we were all free and the weather was going to be gorgeous all weekend. After school on a Thursday afternoon, we drove to the airport. A client of Garreth's uncle offered to fly us on his twin engine private plane up to the Newport News - Williamsburg airport. From there, we took a cab to the marina, and then boarded the boat. The boat was basically a luxury vessel.

We cast off and were underway before 4:30 PM. After traveling an hour or so, we managed to tie up for the night at the free docks just outside of Portsmouth.

While the guys did the navigation and handled the boat, Belle and I cooked dinner from supplies we bought in Newport News. Belle said quietly, "Garreth and I have made a pact. We're going to use this trip to explore some things we've both been curious about. We're both ready to try some of the stuff we'd be afraid of getting caught doing back at home."

This intrigued me. Belle knew my entire relationship with Micah was built around exploration, but she never really talked about what her relationship with Garreth was like. Belle could be like an onion that way.

"I know you two explore all the time, so I'm sure you'll get it. This trip, however, will be big ticket exploration for us." I was now doubly intrigued. "Can I have your word-- your absolute best word of honor, that you won't tell anyone what happens on the boat? That what happens with Garreth and I will stay on the boat?"

"Of course," I replied.

"What are you going to try?" I asked.

From the way I asked it, she knew she had me hooked.

"I'll let you know tomorrow. Would that be acceptable?" she asked.

"Absolutely."

***

That night, Micah was unusually frisky, even for his normal frisky self. We'd been slowly creeping our way up the "butt stuff" ladder. As was my policy anything we did, we did to him first. He'd been wearing plugs for a couple of weeks. Last week, I pegged him for the first time. We used the position where he was on his back with a pillow under his butt. I used a strap-on that was a six inches and slightly thicker than him. I knelt before him, put his legs into the air, and slipped my strap-on into him. I lubed his cock to be extra slippery, and while I thrust into him, I gave him a light handjob.

It was actually quite heavy work for me. Thrusting with a device that is strapped on takes rock solid abdominals. There was nothing intuitive about it at all and it used motions that didn't come naturally to women. Nevertheless, I persisted and after a rapid build up, he came so hard his first shot splashed his own face. After that first shot, his orgasm intensified and his body thrashed around the bed. A huge amount of ejaculate shot over his belly, chest, and neck. I'd never seen him ejaculate so much.

It was very erotic and I rewarded myself for my effort by sitting on his come-covered face and forcing him to eat me out. In our pillow talk afterwards, he confided that he'd really liked the pegging. He had that twinkle in his eye that he did when we found a keeper. I was certain he'd put the full-court press on me to reciprocate in the next week or two. I had started using plugs on myself as preparation and I prayed that my poor virgin asshole would survive it.

That Thursday night on the boat, he'd insisted that we both wear anal plugs. He'd given me first choice, so I took a small one that was easy to leave in for hours. When he went to select, to my surprise, he chose one of the bigger ones. When I gave him an inquisitive look, he said, "I want to feel it in my prostate. That's the pleasure part for me. It feels amazing."

We did the Amazon position with us both wearing our plugs. Micah came harder than I've ever seen him orgasm before. Even harder than during the pegging and during that first night when I gave him his first ever lover-provided orgasm by blowing him in his truck.

As we wound down and we cleaned up, he was extraordinarily loving. "Ellie, I want to say this before I lose the courage. I have loved every minute of our exploration. I couldn't have found a better partner to explore with. I cannot believe that I get to do this sort of thing with the most beautiful and incredible woman in school. Especially now that I know what a giving, generous, and sexually adventurous spirit that you have. I've lived a charmed life, but my time with you has been the very best part of it."

It was super sweet and it made me feel all buttery inside as he said it. I was, however, mortally certain he was going to insist on sticking that cock of his into my ass tomorrow night. I tried to be philosophical about it and piled up the justifications that I should allow it: I owed it to him, I'd found a lot of anal stuff to be pretty stimulating so far, and trying once would give me the justification I needed to refuse doing it in the future.

I vowed to myself that I would give him the effort he'd given to me. I resolved I'd take it in the ass and smile the whole time.

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We started off early on Friday morning and transited up the Elizabeth River to the Great Bridge Lock. This took a long time because we had to wait for lift bridges.

We were able to chill and relax and enjoy each other's company. At one point, I proposed to Micah that we run below and have a quickie. He smiled and gave me a steaming kiss. With a wicked grin, he said. "I'm saving myself for tonight, Ellie. You should too."

After we passed through the lock, we ended up in a canal. It wasn't terribly wide, and it eight miles long. This part of the journey was peaceful and beautiful. Garreth said we were lucky because the traffic on the canal was lighter than he'd ever seen it.

I spent a lot of time at the pilot station on the top deck chatting with Garreth. At first, I asked him about the ICW and how he was navigating, and the rules of the sea. He was delighted that I had the interest and that he could be the expert for once. He let me actually steer the boat for over an hour.

Before too long, I was asking him about his dreams and aspirations. I'd known him since we started going to school together, but I didn't really know who he was as a person. He told me he'd already been accepted to attend the Webb Institute, which was a private marine engineering University located on Long Island. He didn't have to pay any tuition at all, just his living expenses. He was going to learn boat design and boat building and would work for his Uncle when he graduated.

His uncle was his mother's brother. Garreth's father, who was a consultant specializing in maritime logistics, had been incredibly disappointed that Garreth had opted to follow his uncle rather than him. Garreth was philosophical about it. "I take after mom. My older sister Jenny takes after my dad. It is clear as day she's brighter than me at dad's sort of work and she's going to inherit the business from him. If I went into their line of work, I would be second fiddle to her for the rest of my life.

"My uncle only has daughters, and they aren't the type to go into engineering and construction. This is really best for our whole family. I'm sure dad is disappointed, but I think he'll get over it after Jenny graduates and goes to work for him."

Before long, we were on the North Landing river and headed south. At lunchtime, we stopped at a marina near the mouth of the river to take on fuel. Garreth was friends with the owners of the Marina and they invited us to lunch. Garreth chatted amiably with them while we ate. After lunch, we departed and emerged into the Currituck sound. Garreth was delighted when he saw the sea state. "Glass!" he proclaimed as he examined the horizon and the sky.

We'd been traveling very slowly all day and he was able to really open it up on the Sound. In late afternoon, we pulled into Coinjock bay. Garreth took us to a quaint seafood restaurant which had a dock where we tied up. The food was amazing. I'm not sure I ever had fresher seafood in my life.

At dinner, I'd noticed that all three of Belle, Garreth, and Micah were keyed up and nervous. It made me wonder what was going on.

After dinner, we got back on the boat, and curiously Garreth drove us back out into the Currituck sound and anchored us in Cedar Island Bay. When I asked him why, he said, "Better shelter for the weather tonight." He grinned as he said it.

When the sun finally went down. Belle said to me, "Noise? Got a few minutes?"

"Sure," I answered.

She pulled me into the cabin that Micah and I had been sharing. She sat me on the bed and sat next to me.

"Noise, you asked me yesterday what kind of big ticket exploration Garreth and I planned on this weekend. Do you want to hear about it?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Garreth wants to explore gay sex," she said carefully.

"If he wants to simulate gay sex," I said, "I have my strap-on with me, Belle. Do you want to borrow it?" I honestly thought he wanted Belle to peg him like I'd pegged Micah

Belle barked out a laugh.

"Garreth doesn't want to simulate gay sex, Noise. He wants to

have

I said to myself, "Garreth and Micah want to have gay sex."

As soon as I said it, it became real to me and I understood it.

"They're down to fuck each other?" I asked her.

Belle swallowed and nodded.

"Shut up!" I said delightedly. "That's awesome!" I stood up and said, "I want to see!"

Belle started laughing and grabbed me before I could leave the cabin and pulled me back down. "Noise! No. Leave them be. Stay here!"

"Why? Don't you want to see it?" I asked.

Belle took a moment to choose her words carefully. "Noise, what they are doing is very risky for them in terms of emotions and identity. For guys who grew up in conservative rural North Carolina, admitting you want to do anything gay is really difficult. They've got a lot of emotional barriers to overcome and they are both scared to death. Didn't you sense that earlier?"

"I did sense nervousness," I admitted.

"They're scared to death and they don't want spectators," she insisted. "Their single biggest fear is that you'll lose your shit, be disgusted, and then tell everyone in New Bern they're cocksuckers."

"I would never do that, Belle!" I protested.

"I didn't figure you would, Noise," she replied. "However, you never know. You might get disgusted over the gay sex aspect. You might get jealous-- Micah is your boyfriend after all. You might feel slighted that he wanted to spend the night with Garreth. None of us knew for sure how you would handle it."

"Wait, why are't they afraid of how you would handle it?" I asked.

Belle laughed. "I've been trying to talk them both into doing this for over a year and a half. Couldn't you feel the chemistry between them?" she asked. "They have been hot for each other from the day they met. The fact that they're both primarily interested in girls made everything so fucking difficult. You've been magnificent, by the way, in bringing Micah along. You got him into the spirit of exploration and showed him that he could try this stuff without it setting his identity into stone."

"That was mostly self serving," I confessed.

"But you didn't lose your shit when he tasted his own sperm, or when he asked for butt play, or even when he talked you into pegging him, did you?" she asked. "That got him to the point where he allowed himself to take the risk tonight."

"What about Garreth?" I asked. "Was he nervous too?"

"Yes," she said. "He's further along than Micah. He's way more experienced than Micah and he has been propositioned a couple of times by men for gay sex. He's been able to think about that and do some processing. They're both just becoming who they are. They're fighting both fear of discovery and anxiety about identity."

I thought about my relationship with Micah. So much of what had been going on between us for the last few weeks suddenly made a lot more sense. I was so provincial in my outlook, I never considered that Micah and Garreth might be interested in each other.

"So you're not freaked out?" asked Belle. "You're not jealous?"

"No," I said confidently. "I'm sad though. I would have paid big money to watch Micah and Garreth to suck their first cocks."

"Same!" giggled Belle.

I could actually picture what Micah would look like, with his cheeks glowing red with arousal, and his eyes partly closed. He'd be so fucking cute. Just thinking about it made me start to drip.

"Well, shit Belle," I said. "I'm happy that they have the guts to try it, but what are we going to do while they do that? Maybe we can watch a movie on that entertainment system in the lounge?"

Belle looked at me with trepidation. "I was

also

hoping to explore the theme of gay sex tonight, Noise."

I slowly understood what she was saying. My heart started beating faster. "Did I want to do that?" I asked myself. I loved the kiss we'd shared when we first started hanging out together. I was also honest enough with myself to know I wouldn't be satisfied until I tried it. The only question is should it be Belle or someone else.

I raised my eyebrow. "Does the prospect of having sex with me excite you?" I asked.

She shivered when I asked the question. "It does," she replied.

"Show me."

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Belle showed me by taking off her shorts and showing me that her panties were soaked. We kissed each other for some time. Eventually we stopped to catch our breath and Belle was instantly pulling my shirt over her head. She'd never been coy about the fact that she envied my tits, and I came to learn that she was positively obsessed with them. She pushed me down on my back, released the front clasp on the bra, and slowly made love to my nipples for nearly a half hour. She had found her happy place.

The position we were in made it impossible for me to do anything but just lie there while she teased my breasts relentlessly. After it started to get uncomfortable, I pulled away from her, pulled the pillow out from under my back and threw it on the floor out of the way. That changed things up so I was able to snake my finger into her panties. Her anatomy was different than mine. Her lips and vagina were tiny, but her clitoris was quite a bit bigger than mine and was more prominent.

I did the sorts of things that I liked, but it was too rough on her, causing her to suck in her breath and twitch her hips out of the way. I immediately lightened up my approach and figured out how to sneak attack her indirectly. She liked that a lot. My breakthrough moment was when I learned how to pinch her clitoris through her own lips. When I did that, she shouted out, "What the fuck!" with such a trembling and hoarse voice that I knew I'd cracked the secret formula.

I continued to pleasure her that way, modulating the strength and position of the pinch. I figured out how to rhythmically pulse the pinch and Belle was so overwhelmed she quit sucking my nipples. It was all she could do just to breathe. I got her very close. "Suck my nipples!" I demanded. She sucked on me and I just as I thought she would trip over I pulled the clitoris sandwiched by her lips away from her body and rolled it between my fingers very hard. She trembled and erupted into an epic orgasm. She sucked my nipple so hard, I thought she'd detach it. She was instantly so sensitive that even a light touch was too much for her. She collapsed on top of me laughing. "Holy shit, Noise, are you trying to kill me?"

I pulled her face up to mine and kissed her.

When she caught her breath, she popped up on to her hands and knees and sensually kissed her way down my chin, neck, chest, and belly until she got to my pussy.

Belle, who was more fearless than I, took the plunge and went down on me. Even after all the practice we had, she was way better at oral sex than Micah. She knew exactly what to do to give me pleasure and she was brutally effective at bringing me close and then backing down.

When watching porn, I'd always wondered why so many people receiving oral sex put their hands on the head of the person going down on them. I found myself doing that to Belle, partly because I didn't have anywhere else to put them, and partly because I so desperately wanted more contact as she teased me. That was the only way I could get it.

I lightly ran my fingernails over her scalp, taking care not to pull her hair or wrench her neck. I looked down at her and she had a look of total bliss on her face. She had her eyes closed, concentrating on what she was doing, and she had a slight smile to her expression. This was clearly the fulfillment of long-held fantasy for her.

She teased me mercilessly. I got so desperate, I started begging her to make me come. She laughed and said, "Hush, Noise. You just sit back and enjoy it. You told me you'd be dreaming of creaming on my tongue. Here's your chance."

After nearly half an hour of forcing me to beg, she finally gave me a huge roaring orgasm. It took me a good five minutes to come to my senses after it was over.