Ch. 51 – Seven Inch Morning

Chapter 51:

Seven Inches Comes Early

The next morning I woke up early. As I tried to push my brain fog away, I realized that my hard on was throbbing, demanding attention. With visions of last nights orgy flooding my mind, I stroked him off. Visions of having four beautiful cum buckets service my dick streamed through my mind. It was almost more than I could handle. When I spurted out my cum, it was a jet stream. Very hard and forceful. Must have been a holdover from the night before.

Leaving a large wet spot on the sheets, I made coffee and went topside to fully wake up. Within a few minutes, Steve, from the giant yacht, came striding down the dock. “Morning, Sailor. Got another cup of joe?” “Certainly. Come aboard.” He climbed into my cockpit as I got him a mug.

He started with “Wow! That was some fuckfest last night, huh?” “Yes, Jesus. By the end of the evening I was all used up. Thanks for hosting. The boat, the drinks, the coke … all very much appreciated.” “The thanks goes to you, my friend. That wouldn’t have happened without the lovely young cunt you brought along.”

We chatted aimlessly, trading stories of our conquests, our best fuck, the raunchiest skanks we had enjoyed fucking. Before long, my dick was getting aroused, all the pussy and asshole talk waking him up.

I looked over at Steve’s crotch and noticed the outline of his 7” cock pushing against his shorts. Honestly, the night before I hadn’t really taken note of his dick; I didn’t realize that it was above average. I started rubbing mine, giving quick furtive glances at his.

He noticed me rubbing my stiffy through my shorts and said “I see our talk has aroused you. Me, too.