Below Dick

Goodness knows what went on onboard The Maiden that last night of the women's charter. The young men were so frisky and the women so cum-hungry, I can't imagine everyone just went to bed. Their own beds, I mean. But that's for them to know and for me to fantasise about. What I do know is that over their last breakfast, the women were giggly to the point of delirious, whispering details to each other and putting on shocked faces as they no doubt shared war stories of an evening of unbridled passion with my lads.

By the time I'd lined the crew up for their farewells, the women were looking more downcast at the idea that their couple of days of sexual discovery were over. Sylvie came down the line first, thanking each of the crew and having one final grope of the bulges in their shorts as she spoke to them and hugged them, which set a trend for the rest of the women, who followed her lead in feeling the young men up as they went in for their goodbyes. The effect of this was a line of handsome young men all with obvious erections in their T-shirt-thin shorts.

'Marianne, we can't thank you enough,' said Sylvie for the whole crew to hear. 'It's been a spectacular trip for us -- just what we needed! -- and these young men have gone above and beyond the call of duty in...' Here she laughed. 'In providing for our every desire. We really can't thank you enough. It's been literally life-changing. And here is a little token of our esteem to share between the crew,' at which she handed over a brick of an envelope of money.

With that, the ladies all made their way to the gangplank and down to the dock, waving over their shoulders at me, Shirley and the young men as they went. Then it was back to work to flip the boat before the first night off for the young men. The deck crew got to mopping and polishing the outside of the boat, while Kevin and his team started making the cabins fit for the next charter, which would be tomorrow.

Part-way through this buzz of activity, I called everyone to the Sky Lounge for a tips meeting. The young men all sat in front of me on sofas, while Shirley sat by my side, clearly just so she could stare at these fine specimens during the meeting.

'So, I think that was an excellent start to our season,' I said to the group, who all smiled at appreciation of a job well done. 'The ladies were extremely -- and I mean really extremely -- happy with your, erm, performance...' They laughed. 'And that has been reflected in a huge tip, the sort of tip I don't think I've ever seen the likes of before, which comes to 2,000 Euros each.'

There was some whooping and general excited chatter. 'And I think you more than earned it. You were fun and friendly and...' I couldn't help but smile, 'more than amenable. You gave them the time of their life and I'm sure word of mouth is going to be whipping up interest even as we speak. But one thing I want to make absolutely clear, that there is no compulsion to do anything the guests ask. Obviously, you have your jobs and you need to do those but when it comes to entertaining -- shall we say -- then that is entirely at your discretion. Is everyone clear on that?'

They nodded and looked at each other with naughtiness in their faces at which I dismissed them all and told them they could get ready for their night out but to remember that it was basically a school night and it probably wasn't the best idea to get blind drunk. They laughed, agreed and drifted off to their cabins to get into their glad rags before convening in the kitchen for beers before they set off.

And what a sight they were in their tight jeans and T-shirts, hair done nicely, smelling of cologne. The ladies of Palma were in for a nice surprise when they hit the streets, I thought to myself as I told them that their mini-van was waiting on the dock and to remember not to get into any trouble as I wasn't coming to bail anyone out of jail.

But as they all poured up the stairs to get off the boat for their big night out, I noticed that Steve hadn't been among them. Shy little Steve. Beautiful shy little Steve. I went to check on him in his cabin and found him on his bed reading a magazine.

'Are you not going for your night out then, Steve?' I said, my head around the door of his cabin, which was small and tidy but with that young man smell of sweat and sperm and used underwear, a smell I love, by the way.

'No, I'm not really in the mood,' he said. 'I thought I'd save myself up for the next charter.'

'Very sensible,' I said. 'But a bit boring. Shirley and I are having a glass of wine if that's not too crazy for you. You're very welcome to join.'

'OK,' he said, jumping up off his top bunk and following me down the corridor to the crew mess, where Shirley was taking the cork out of a bottle of white wine.

'Steve would rather have a glass of wine with the oldies than go out with his friends,' I said to Shirley as we squeezed in the bench around the table and she stood to get a third glass.

'Well, he's very welcome,' said Shirley, taking in the sight of Steve, probably the most beautiful of all of the crew with his model features and perfect-looking body. 'Maybe we should get him drunk and loosen him up a bit.' We all laughed. But it put the idea out there. And as the wine kept being poured, the shy Steve did start to open up. He told us he used to be really bug-ugly as a kid and it was only in the last few years that he'd blossomed, which is why he wasn't quite used to the attention, despite having been a fairly successful model.

'I feel like I let the other guys down a bit with this first charter,' he said. We asked why. 'Well, they're so open and up for it and, because of my shyness, I felt that they earned that tip, not me. I felt like a bit of a fraud for taking an equal share when they had done so much more for it than me.'

We reassured him that he was a great team player and that, as I'd said in the meeting, anything above and beyond the actual details of work to be done was entirely optional. But that even having said that, he should maybe allow himself to have a little more fun and not worry about joining in.

'It's just that...' he was clearly shy and finding this difficult to say, 'when it comes to, you know, sex and that, I'm just not as extrovert as them. The idea of doing what Sven did, you know, naked on the table...' He blushed just thinking about it.

'But you're a model,' I said. 'You must have to get your top off and run around in revealing outfits and get changed in front of other people.'

'Oh, yeah,' he said, 'I do but that's different somehow. It's not sexual I suppose.'

'Well, I think you have a beautiful body,' said Shirley, 'from what I've seen. You are every bit as hot as any of the other guys on this boat. More hot, in fact. Hotter. Oh, this wine is going to my head...'

'That's nice of you to say,' said Steve, not looking very convinced.

'Well, why don't you try out on us a bit,' I said. 'Stand up and take your shirt off and we'll act like charter guests and say suggestive things and see how that feels for you.'

He didn't look that convinced, seemed to suspect we were making fun of him but eventually stood up and started to unbutton his shirt.

'Do it with a bit more sauciness,' I said. 'Give us looks and go slowly. Tease us...'

He did but was so bad at it I almost felt sorry for the lad as he blushed and tried to look suggestive but there was absolutely nothing wrong with the body he revealed. I'd seen it at his interview, when I got him to take his shirt off but for Shirley, who by this time had admitted to me she'd had a few dry years romance-wise, it was almost too much.

'Oh, my goodness,' she said, looking between me and the shirtless Steve. 'That's actually amazing... You have a beautiful body.' She wasn't wrong. Almost perfect with exactly the right pecs, strong shoulders, and lean abdomen with the perfect Vs on the hips and an enticing 'treasure trail' disappearing into his trousers.

'How about a little sexy dance?' I suggested. Steve blushed even more furiously and started lumbering from foot to foot.

'That's good,' I said, trying to be encouraging, 'but sway your hips a bit...' He couldn't quite figure it out so I stood behind him and, placing my hands on his hips, started to rotate them for him, moving his beautiful buttocks against my stomach as I did it. He actually started to get it and by the time I moved away, it was actually looking quite sexy.

'Now, Shirley, come and sit in this chair...' She did. 'And Steve, give Shirley a lap dance, any move you think of is OK.' Steve hadn't been on deck when the crew had given the first charter ladies their lap dance, so he didn't know how they had done it but he went over to Shirley and put his legs astride her and started to dance over her, running his hands over his body.

'Take Shirley's hands and run them over you,' I instructed. He complied, taking the cook's pudgy little hands and, starting at his chest, ran them up and down his torso, while she stared at him -- from his face to his body and back again.

'Good, now turn round...' He did. And Shirley didn't need him to take her hands this time but just reached round and started stroking his body, paying attention to his nipples, which he clearly liked, and putting her fingers inside the waistband of the young man's trousers.

'OK, good,' I said, indicating that he could move away now. 'How did that feel?'

'It actually felt quite sexy,' said Steve. 'I liked the attention and...' He looked at Shirley. 'You have nice soft hands.'

'Thanks,' said Shirley, looking flushed.

'Now, take your trousers off for us,' I said, 'but make it sexy, don't just take them off.'

More blushes as Steve, still moving his hips and looking between Shirley and me, started to unfasten the top button of his trousers then slowly unzip. And it was actually working. I found myself excited to see what was waiting for us under the trousers as he turned around to give us a back view and let them slip down his legs so he was standing back to us in just small white briefs, which showed off his muscular buttocks to perfection.

'Slowly turn round...' I said and he did, his hands hiding his bulge but not in a shy way, more in a teasing way, not letting us see what he had in there straight away. He was getting it.

'Oh that's good,' I said at which he moved his hand a little to show us the end of his penis in his briefs, which were plain and a little stretchy with no seams or fly at the front. I noticed there was precum.

'That looks gorgeous,' purred Shirley, her eyes wide at the sight of this beautiful young man dancing in his underwear for us. 'Take your hands away.'

He did but almost like a dance of the seven veils, he teased us, taking a bit of a hand away and putting a bit of a hand over another part of the bulge until we were both quite worked up to see the full bulge.

'OK,' I said, 'now let us see...'

He did a bit more teasing then put his arms in the air in a bit of a 'ta-da' moment leaving us staring at what looked like a beautiful penis quite clearly outlined in the briefs. Shirley whooped.

'If someone whoops, it means they want more,' I said. He nodded and danced towards Shirley, took her hands and rubbed them down over his torso and then over the bulge in his briefs. Then without any prompting from me, he took the back of her head and pulled it into his bulge so her nose was right up against his balls and the underside of his shaft, what little lipstick she wore getting all over the front of the briefs. Her eyes were closed almost in devotion while she breathed in the scent of this beautiful young man.

'You see, you're a natural,' I said, as he continued to grind his bulge into Shirley's ecstatic face before turning around, sitting on her lap and taking her hands to explore the shape of his penis and balls through the thin fabric of the briefs. He then took one hand and, lifting the waistband of his underwear away from his perfect belly, put the hand inside the briefs.

Shirley's face was a picture of happiness and lust as she moved her hand around inside Steve's briefs, exploring him. He, however, was looking at me. 'OK, my turn,' I said, not able to resist touching him any longer. He got up from Shirley's lap and came over to me, pushing my face into his bulge as he had hers. The smell of the young man was delicious: party soapy, part musky. I opened my mouth and took the shaft of his penis between my teeth then reached down and, pulling the leg of the briefs to one side, took his testicles out.

Pulling my face back, I looked at the balls, which were big and smooth and brown, then licked them, then put them in my mouth, which made the lad flinch. He tasted delicious, almost sweet but with that musky flavour. Then, without me seeing her, Shirley came up behind him and pulled the briefs down so that I had his penis right there in my face. And what a beauty. On the big side and perfect, from the veins that covered the shaft, to the pinkier colour of his helmet with the perfect 'lips' with a droplet of precum there for the taking.

Shirley was feeling his back and his buttocks and sometimes sent a hand around the side of him to explore his pubic hair, the base of his shaft. Then I saw her knees go round his legs: she had crouched down and was now kissing and nipping at his buttocks, her hand now between his legs massaging his perineum, feeling his testicles as I lowered my head onto the beautiful helmet, my eyes holding his, taking in his smile, his blush and, as my tongue caressed the head of his penis, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Then, coming off of his penis, I swivelled him around so that Shirley and I were next to each other with Steve and his fully erect penis right in front of us. 'Try it,' I said to Shirley, who, I noticed, took it in her hand just to admire before kissing the tip, putting her tongue into the little slit then taking the whole head in her mouth.

Steve had the backs of both our heads in his hands and he pushed us onto him, Shirley onto his penis, which was now to the back of her throat, and me into the fragrant testicles, which I was lapping. Then Shirley pulled away and put his penis between us so we were facing and the shaft was between our mouths. Gripping our heads, Steve started sliding his penis between us so we could feel the inches of the shaft slide between our lips and then the ridge of his helmet.

I had his testicles, slick with my saliva, in my hand while Shirley was gripping his buttocks and exploring underneath him, all while his penis slid between us. I could see him looking down at the sight of his beautiful penis being devoured by two women old enough to be his mother if not his grandmother... it was clearly too much for him and we felt him starting to pant. I took his penis in my hand and putting my head next to Shirley's so we were both facing that twitching penis waited for a spurt that only took a moment to come. Long ropes of sperm that hit us directly in the face, warm on our skin, delicious when it drizzled into our mouths.

The lashes seemed endless but when they did subside, I handed Steve's penis to Shirley and let her take it in her mouth and guzzle those last drops of semen. Steve looked down at me as she took him as deep into her mouth as she could, his testicles against her chin, his penis twitching its last drops, a look of sheer bliss on her face, a glaze of young man's sperm on her chin. It was quite a sight.

It was only when she'd finished and we both stood up that Steve started to blush again. I took his deflating penis in my hand and smiled at him. 'That wasn't too bad, was it?'

'Erm, no...' he said. 'I suppose it was OK.'

'Only OK?' asked Shirley, a humorous look of shock on her face.

'No, Miss, you were great,' he corrected.

'And you didn't seem that shy or embarrassed,' I said.

'Maybe not. I'll get there,' he said, bending to find his clothes to put back on. Shirley was still using her finger to feed whatever sperm she could find on her face or in her into her mouth, sucking her finger with relish. Then, with a little 'Thanks, Steve', made her way back to our cabin, leaving us alone.

'A drink?' I asked, holding up a glass. He nodded pulling his briefs back on as I sloshed wine for both of us and we sat back at the table, with Steve smiling shyly at me.

'But seriously, did you enjoy showing off for us like that?' I asked.

'It was actually really hot,' said Steve. 'I suppose I've always got off on people looking at me but it's complicated. It makes me feel so anxious...'

'That's just excitement,' I reassured him. 'You just need to learn to enjoy that feeling.'

'I suppose so,' he said, smiling at me. 'And did you really like what you saw?'

'Are you kidding me? You have the most perfect body...'

'And my...?'

'Your penis is beautiful. I could suck on that all day and all night.' We laughed at the idea of that. 'And I'm sure so could Shirley.'

'Well, that's good to hear,' he said. 'Especially from a beautiful woman like you.'

'Beautiful? Well, I'm not sure about that but thanks anyway.'

'I've always found women in their 60s especially beautiful,' he went on. 'All my favourite sex symbols are older women. There's just something so horny about a naughty older woman.' He looked down, embarrassed. 'I wonder if I could ask you for something...'

'Shoot. If I can, I will.'

'I'd really like to...' he broke off, clearly wondering if this was a good idea. 'I'd really like to... spend the night with you.'

'Spend the night? Erm... Well, you know I share a cabin with Shirley...'

'Do you think she'd mind?'

'Well...' I needed a moment to think about this. Probably not the wisest thing to sleep with one of the crew but, well, he'd cum in my face so how bad could it be to take things a little further? 'How about we sneak in and hope she's asleep?'

I took his hand and led him down the corridor towards my cabin, a little giddy with excitement at the prospect of what was about to happen. I have a lot of sex -- sure -- but it's not often I get to sleep with a young guy, especially not one as ridiculously beautiful as this one. I opened the door, quietly, and immediately heard the light snore of Shirley, meaning she was out, probably dreaming about Steve, the taste of his young sperm still in her mouth.

We did a little shushing of each other, a little giggling, then he reached forward to undo the buttons of my shirt, shrugging it off my shoulders so I was standing there in a black bra. He put his head to my cleavage and sort of inhaled me then coming back up, reached behind me and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts tumble out.

He took one in each hand then lowered his head to kiss first one nipple, then the next; to bite first one nipple, then the next, rolling them between his perfect teeth as he looked up at me. Then I felt his hands at the side of my skirt, unzipping it, then the feeling of it sliding down my legs, his hands on my buttocks as he carried on biting me.

I felt my thong being drawn down, the string coming from between my cheeks, and then his hand between my legs, the tip of his finger on my clitoris, then further down, inside me. I was biting my lips as he fingered me, trying not to moan too loud in case we woke Shirley up. We could have gone to a guest cabin, the boat being empty, but there was something sexier about this, having to be quiet. It made me feel like a teenager.

I pulled him onto the bed and we kissed. The feeling of his strong young tongue in my mouth as he lay on top of me, the bulge in his briefs pressing against me as I spread my thighs so I could feel it on me. He started grinding, pressing the underside of his shaft against my slit as his tongue worked my mouth.

Then he pulled open the covers from underneath us, manoeuvred so he was behind me and put the covers over us, his arm under my neck caressing my nipples, his other hand between my legs, pinching my clitoris and delving inside me. I could feel the bulge in his underwear against my behind as he ground into me. 'Take them off,' I said.