5 comments/ 44886 views/ 5 favorites Anchoring Out By: Arabsemen Chapter One I had just completed a three day offshore passage and, while I needed to hit a marina and 'clean up my act' with their laundry and shower facilities, I also needed to wind down from the rigors of 72 hours of singlehanded ocean sailing. I'm still in pretty darn good shape but at fifty-five I'm starting to feel the effects of time. As I past an anchorage that I had heard others talk about as having a nice beach, I noticed that even though it was the middle of summer, only one small – about 36' – trawler was anchored and a few small runabouts were pulled to the beach. The runabouts would probably be out of there by night fall as it was mid-week and I didn't mind being on the hook with one other boat overnight, if they were planning to stay. The hailing port on the stern of LORRY'S OK was about 30 miles away so there was a good chance that they were out for more than the day. At 6 knots, an average cruising speed for a trawler, they would need to pull anchor soon if not intending a night passage. The inhabitants of LORRY'S OK looked to be a fairly young couple so, not wanting to offend when I showered in the cockpit, I anchored with my bow facing LORRY'S stern. I paid little attention to the runabouts or their inhabitants but, realizing that at some point I may go the trawler route, I'm always checking them out. It's not unusual for sailors to switch to trawlers when they get older and while that is hopefully a ways off, it will probably come someday. What is somewhat unusual is to see 'younger' owners of trawlers. With a cruise speed of less than 10 knots and closer to 6, trawlers seem pretty fast to ex-sailors but 'paint drying' slow to most 30 something's. LORRY'S OK was what is known as a sundeck trawler, which means she – yes, I'm enough of a traditionalist to believe that all boats are she's - has an aft cabin that is full width and amazingly roomy for the boat's length. She had a RIB tied-up to the stern and two kayaks which were currently in use by her occupants. So much for LORRY'S OK. Having set the hook, shut down the engine and activated the anchor alarm on the chart plotter, I proceeded to tidy up ALWAYS, my 31' rather traditional – I did say that I was a traditionalist – cutter. I'm the second owner of ALWAYS. The previous owner had her designed as traditional above the waterline and anything but below. While being light weight she's anything but lightly built with scantlings twice ABYC's standards. She was built to always take anything that could be thrown at her and 'ALWAYS' take on any go fast racing boat close to her length. One true joy for any sailor is to watch the look on the crew of another boat when you beat them to a point. And, for those of you claiming 'not to race' I say baloney. With her tanbark sails, cutter rig and carbon fiber mast, painted to look wood, ALWAYS' crew gets to see that look often. But enough about sailing; this tale is about tail, not tale tails. Perhaps I'll tell of how I came to acquire ALWAYS in another tale but for now let it be known that I'm far from a 1% and could never have afforded to have her built. ALWASYS has splash cloths around the cockpit that also provide some privacy. So, having tidied her up, I decided to take a nap in the cockpit, au-natural, until the day boaters departed so I could shower without offending. One by one I heard engines start and felt the gentle wake of the runabouts. After a lull of about 10 minutes I was about to get up to see if the last one had departed when I heard, "ahoy there, oh my gosh, I'm sorry". I looked up to see the embarrassed face of Robert. "I'm sorry; let me put my shorts on." "No, no, it's just that, well, Lorry suggested that we invite you for dinner and we were just waiting for the last of the others to leave. Please, it's ok; I'll just leave." "Well, if you are offended, I'll get something on. Come aboard for a drink; it sounds like a great offer and I'll not let you rescind it." "Really, I'm not offended and dinner won't be an hour yet." "In that case, come aboard for that drink anyway." Being that the law of the sea requires all sailboats of any capability to carry rum and gin, I offered Robert either and he went with a rum and coke while I had a gin and tonic. I went back to my lounging position while Robert sat rather upright and we talk of the anchorage – he and Lorry came there whenever they could get away for a few days. As I suspected, their port was about a 5 hour cruise, each way. What I did not suspect was that they were liveaboards, but I would find out more about that later. After about 10 minutes I observed that Robert was still sitting quite upright but that he seemed to be fixated on my penis. I asked if he was embarrassed by my lack of clothing and if so, I would gladly put something on. His reply was not quite what I was expecting, "No, it's fine. It's just, are you gay?" Not having the slightest idea where he was coming from and getting the feeling that he was perhaps just somewhat naive, I replied, "No, but I can be AC/DC in threesomes". Robert repeated the opening exclamation that he had made upon seeing me in the all together, "Oh my gosh", but he was already too far into my hospitality to offer to leave. The truth be known, at 55, while various women and I had shared a bedroom with other couples, I had never even so much as touched another man's penis. I had only said it a as quick come back. More truth: lately I had been having a fantasy of engaging in a threesome with a younger couple; specifically, she would be sitting on my face and I would be sucking and tonguing her clitoris while he was taking her from behind. Somehow, a fat old (read that my age) thing and her fat old partner did not work into my fantasy. I have always had an oral fixation and often, while being ridden a St. George, my mouth feels jealous of my dick. It's not unusual for me to finish a partner with my face. Of course, poor Robert knew none of this. Once again he surprised me though with, "I'm not either" "No Robert, I didn't think so, given that, from what I can see, Lorry looks pretty darn good in her two piece." That was all it took for Robert to open up. "Josh and I would check out the porn sites on the internet and talk about what it would be like to have sex with a girl or eat her, or get a blow job. We would play with ourselves while checking out the sites and one day Josh suggested that we could do those things to each other. I told him that I was not a queer. Josh said that he was not either but that we could practice for when we got dates." For the next 10 or so minutes Robert described his sex life as a young teenager. While I was right about Robert being naïve, it seemed that as a geeky, teenage boy, he had engaged in most of the sex acts that two males can with each other. In his case it was with only one close friend – Josh. Without realizing it, I was absently playing with myself while Robert was describing his teenage years and was about half way hard. When Robert stopped talking in mid-sentence I looked up to see him, once again, focusing on my dick. "I'm sorry Robert; I guess your story about being a teenager got me carried away." With his eyes still bearing on my dick he said. "I'm not gay and Lorry knows all about Josh and I've not touched another man since Josh died in our senior year of high school. So, I have nothing to hide" "No Robert, as I said, I'm not either. Would you like to touch it?" I'm not sure what made me say that but it just seemed to come out. Without another word from either of us, he reached over and ever so lightly stroked me. This had gone on for less than 60 seconds when we heard Lorry yell that dinner would be ready in 15 minutes. Robert froze with his hand still around my dick and a look that said he had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Hey fella, that felt wonderful and I can understand how you and Josh could have fantasized that it was a girl doing it. Get over and help Lorry finish up while I shower. What's for dinner?" Still in a bit of a daze, Robert told me and proceeded to get into his dingy. His parting words were. "Thank you". I showered and shaved, pulled on pair of gym shorts and shirt, grabbed a bottle of wine to go with the pasta and headed over to Lorry's OK. My big surprise was when I arrived aboard Lorry's OK. You see, Lorry greeted me with this wonderful sweet look and a big hug, as though she had known me for years. Was this Lorry's ok? Anchoring Out Ch. 02 "Robert, other that the fact that she's a babe, I can see why you married her. This pasta is absolutely fantastic and the antipasto was to die for; I can't wait to see what's for desert." I like to hear about people and throughout dinner I encouraged the young couple – comes out, they were both twenty-eight – talk about themselves. While far from a 'church mouse', Lorry had been rather quite throughout the meal while Robert told me about how they had met at college; two shy students with roommates who were anything but. The roommates had set them up with each other in an attempt to get them out of one of the dorm rooms and it worked, at least for Robert and Lorry. Each being so shy, they took to each other and became friends and that friendship had blossomed into passion. And yes, a software engineer and an accountant can be passionate. After graduation Robert had worked the numbers and convinced Lorry that if they were ever to own a house in the expensive market in which they had found employment, they would have to live very frugally for a few years to save up enough for a down payment. Lorry had a friend from college whose parents lived on a boat and suggested they talk with them about living on boat to save money. That is how they came to be liveaboards, as people in the boating world refer to them. They had as much room on their 37' trawler as a small apartment and the total cost was a $1,000 less than the apartment would have been. The bonus was that they could take their 'apartment' with them to the beach. "Well Bert, I bet Robert could go for something creamy for desert and I could go for a show, what were you thinking would be good?" My turn to be naïve, "Actually I'm quite full so why don't I do the clean-up; on ALWAYS I do the cooking and the rule is that whoever cooks doesn't do the clean-up, so what's good for the goose is good for the gander." Her expression made it clear that I had missed something but she said that we could all do the clean-up and see what's next. Lorry might have been shy but she was not a shrinking violet and it was clear that she had something in mind. I was pretty sure that, Robert's, caught with his hand in the cookie jar, look when Lorry had called us to dinner meant that he hadn't said anything to her about what had happened onboard ALWAYS. Pretty sure I was, wrong I was too. I was soon to learn that Robert couldn't keep his mouth shut, in more ways than one. I guess not being able to talk about his work – a big mouth CPA doesn't get very far – made him spill his guts to Lorry about everything else. Well, we finished the clean-up and took our after-dinner drinks up to the sundeck to enjoy the warm summer evening and talk. I was no sooner settled into a lounge when Lorry proceeded to inform Robert and me that she wished she could have watched what we were doing on ALWAYS. Clearly, Robert should never play poker because he wears his thoughts on his face. He was not expecting that out of Lorry. The next thing out of her mouth was, "Robert says you're AC/DC so could I watch the two of you now?" So this was the 'show' she was talking about and I was to be Robert's "creamy desert". "Lorry, you are watching us now." "Come on Bert, you know what I mean." "No Lorry, you are going to have to tell me exactly what you want to watch." Lorry was flustered for a few seconds but only for a few. This gal was not only a great cook and a babe but I was willing to bet she was one heck of an engineer because it didn't take her long to figure it all out and reply, "I want to sit back and watch while the two of you play with each other. I want to watch Robert take you into his mouth and make you cum." Wow, were do I go from here? True, I had told him that I was AC/DC but I had also told him that I was AC/DC in threesomes. Of course, what I hadn't told him was that I was only that way in my fantasies. How do I get out of this one? Do I call her bluff and explain that Robert hadn't quoted me entirely correctly or do I just deny it. Denying would make me appear a liar because Robert had obviously been fondling me earlier in the day. "Lorry, I'm afraid that your husband slightly misquoted me. What he left out is that while I'm AC/DC, I'm only AC/DC in threesomes. What happened onboard ALWAYS was the first time another man has ever touched me outside of sexual play involving at least one woman." This was true as far as it went but I felt no need to explain further. "Well Bert, you yourself said that I was babe; that makes me a woman, so I guess you, Robert and I constitute a threesome." The whole time Lorry and I were discussing the situation at hand, Robert just sat there without saying a word. It was almost as though he was watching a play. "I'm sorry Lorry, but you watching your husband give me a blow job does not constitute a threesome anymore that you watching a play makes you an actor." She just sat there, sipping her drink while she digested my reply and formulated her rejoinder. I could tell that this gal really wanted to see Robert take me into his mouth; or, should I say that she really wanted to see him give some head to another dick and I just happened to be attached to that dick. Based upon everything they had told me about their dating in college, I wouldn't be surprised that, if it went that far, mine would be only the second hard dick she had ever seen in person. And believe me, by now I was HARD! Before this goes any further, let me be clear that this was not just about sex, at least for me. I really liked Robert and I liked Lorry and I liked them as a couple. In general, I like young people but I liked them specifically. And, as I said, Lorry was a babe even if I was probably the first person ever, to tell her that. After sipping her drink and running through the various possibilities, Lorry decided to put the ball back into my court, "What would constitute a threesomes then?" By now I had already run through the possibilities in my mine. I didn't really want to ask for anything; I wanted to offer something. Women have been socialized to think that they are 'giving something to men' when they engage in intercourse so that would not be part of my proposition. My reply was formulated even before she asked her question, even if I appeared to think about it for a minute while I sipped my drink. "Lorry, you don't want to watch your husband engage in a sex act with another man out of idle curiosity. We all know that you are going to find it very stimulating, to say the least. I'm willing to bet that right now Robert is as hard as I am, just from our conversation, and if your bikini bottoms aren't soaking wet right now, I'll eat them. Heck, I'd eat them if they were. And that gets us to where we are going. Robert and I each get a creamy desert. He gets me while you get to supply me with my creamy desert." "Would I have to get undressed?" "No, but you need to take your bottoms off because I was only kidding about eating them." "How?" "We'll take the cushions off of these lounges and put them on the deck and I'll lie down on my back. You'll take my shorts off of me and then kneel over my face while I take your bottoms down." I wanted Lorry to buy into this 100% and I was pretty sure that I would be only the second man to have his shorts removed by her. Of course, Lorry surprised me more than once tonight and I could be very wrong; heck, so what if I were. After what seemed like an eternity and for the first since we had arrived on the sundeck, Lorry looked to Robert. He just nodded his head in such a way as to indicate that he was eager to proceed. Robert wanted this all along and Lorry knew it. Of the three of us, I was probably the most nervous. Should I continue this story? As this is the first writing I've done in close to 30 years, some feedback would be appreciated. Sorry about the delay in posting this but it had to be revised. Anchoring Out Ch. 03 Arranging the cushions took place in silence but before I knew it Lorry was kneeling in front of me with her hands on my shorts. I was afraid that my penis was going to go soft and never come back -- needless to say, I hadn't popped a little blue pill before coming over -- my fear was needless. She was careful not to touch me as she yanked them down in one quick motion; still not a word out of any of any of our mouths. I suspect that each of us was afraid to break the spell. I lied back on the cushions with my legs splayed and Robert came over to kneel between them while Lorry stood over me. Lorry was wearing what she had on during dinner, her bikini top and bottoms with a white, long sleeve, button down oxford shirt that looked to be Roberts. Robert too had on his dinner attire -- his bathing suit and no shirt. Robert sat back while Lorry stood with her back to Robert as I ran my hands up the outsides of her legs to grip her bikini bottoms. My motion was as deliberately slow as hers had been quick and because of her position she needed to lift each leg individually and balance herself as the suit came down. I was about to comment that Robert probably wanted to turn the anchor light on when a string of led lights along the handrails came on along with ALWAYS' anchor light and LORRY'S OK's. Their lights were obviously set to come on automatically as was ALWAYS' anchor light. And so, in that slight second that everything came together, I lie there mesmerized by what was about to be my creamy desert. While not shaved completely, neither was it an area rug that met my eyes; more like a runner, auburn in color to contrast with wonderful, smooth, white skin that in turn contrasted beautifully with a golden tan. As I a gazed up and tried to work some moisture into a mouth that was by now dry as sand, I felt Robert's hand gently run along my left thigh and teasingly touch my penis. Lorry looked down at me as the sound of me drawing in my breath cut the silence. Softly, as if to not destroy the moment, I told her that she would have to turn around if she were to see the show. And, as she did her 180, I guided her down so that I could feast upon her. I know you may find this hard to believe but those who know just how loose my thinking can be, will not; just as my tongue was about to make contact I couldn't help but think that this was what dinner theater should be all about. It was Lorry's turn to gasp as my tongue made contact as she witnessed, for the first time, her husband stroking another man's penis. For myself I was in sensory overload. Any properly written software would have shut me down at that point. Thankfully, my software is not properly written. I heard Robert whisper something but could not quite make it out. The next day I was to learn that he was telling Lorry that he loved her. For the second time that day and for the second time in my 56 years I felt another man's touch on my penis. Now, I have never in my life been a homophobe and I have had numerous massages at the club by men but this was all so much different. If it is true that women are better at doing what I was currently doing to Lorry then the reverse may just apply. No woman ever played with me the way Robert was. Part of the problem though was that I could not pay justice to my desert. I just lied there with the essence of womanhood planted on my tongue and all I could do was let my oral fixation take over and nurse on Lorry's clitoris. The more I nursed the more I had to swallow because Lorry was providing me with more of her crème fraîche desert than I ever could have imagined. As she began to squirm around I felt another, different touch on my penis. At first I wasn't sure what I was feeling and then I knew what I knew all along but could not process, that touch was Robert's tongue flicking at my head. It was time for me to draw a deep breath for the second time that night, this time it was not into a sand filled mouth, as he took me into his mouth. I'm not sure if it was from me practically sucking her clitoris down my throat or the sight of her husband engulfing me but Lorry let out a moan that would have had any boat within range thinking that someone's fog horn had accidentally gone off. And then the rocking began, not of the boat but of Lorry's body. I could feel her shirt fall back, down her shoulders, and graze my head on its way to the deck. Her top came next as it hung up on my hand that was gripping her hip. I hung onto her as she drove herself into my face but I'm not sure that it was necessary because this girl/woman had obviously ridden at some point in her life. Lorry was posting up, and clasping my face with her thighs as she rode my face no handed. I could not see, but for sure, she was using her hands on her breast. With a funny little whimper, all went still and I could no longer feel Robert's mouth on me. I automatically stopped my nursing and listen in the quite of the night to a faint sound. Lorry and Robert were kissing and in-between kisses she was telling him she loved him. Wow. And then Lorry spoke for the first time since we had begun, "Bert, I need Robert in me. You can stay. We want you to stay, but I need my husband in me now." Lorry started to get up but I gently held her and said, "You don't need to move, Robert can just come around and enter you here." "Oh no, I don't know if I can." But Robert had already gotten up and was walking behind her. It was Robert's turn now and the only words out of Lorry's mouth as he enter her and I watched from below was, OH MY GOD; no 'my gosh' from Lorry, it was OH MY GOD! At first it was pure fascination on my part. The sight of Robert slowly and lovingly entering her, pulling so far out that I could glimpse the head of his penis; as he moved forward, his testicles so close to my face that I could touch them with my tongue; all this was absolutely captivating. For what seemed like an eternity but was probably less than a minute I just watched, as though watching a play from the best seat in the house. Could I bring myself to participate in this act of the play and what would I do at the climax of the third and final act because this play was surely going to climax soon? When the curtain had come down on the last act I was only seconds away from what would have been an unbelievable orgasm but now all that was forgotten. Anchoring Out Ch. 04 Lying under Lorry and Robert as he made love to her, and he was truly making love, not fucking, gave me a chance to not only take a better look at Lorry, not to mention Robert's penis, but also, to take a look at myself. As for Lorry, although upon first meeting and talking with her, it was easy to see the engineer that she was (no, I'm not saying that women engineers have a particular body type or personal style) but from where I now 'stood' engineer was the last thought that came to my mind. About 5'6 with graceful legs that just kept going until they made an ass out of themselves; an ass that was not quite bubble but far from flat, does not adequately describes her from the waist down because, clearly , the total was considerably greater than the sum of the parts. Her waist was far from small but closer to that than to thick and Lorry's perky A+ breasts that would surely grow to a solid B once she had a child or two would never sag. In that aspect she reminded me of my ex. This was a B&B – brains and bod – that one could check into for a weekend and never leave. Speaking of which, Robert didn't look as though he had any intentions of checking out of her any time soon. From where I 'stood' this fellow acted as though he was in no hurry. Lorry had now leaned over with her hands on either side of my thighs with my still hard penis only inches from her sight– this scene sure beat the hell out of the blue pill. I couldn't tell if her eyes were focused that way but I knew my 'eye' was longing to be staring down her throat. Her husband would push all the way into her, hold himself there and massage her back and sides, eventually sliding his hands under and to her breasts. His hands cuddled them gently but then he pulled Lorry's nipples with more force than I would have expected. This was something he had surely done before and knew that she like it and her moan and the bucking of her hips as he did this made it clear to me just how much she did. And then Robert would pull back with his member just at the lips of her womanhood while stroking her thighs and kneading her cheeks. I soon gave in to my oral needs and was again lathering Lorry's lips with my tongue and nipping at her clitoris. As I believe I before mentioned, I am very oral and I couldn't help wonder what it would be like to have Robert's penis in my mouth. I had already stroked it with my tongue as he pushed into her. Now, as he was at her entrance, with his mushroom head nearly available to my lips, I reached up with one hand and guided him to me. It was Robert's turn to moan and, if my mouth had not been so full, I too would have. Covered with his wife's savory juices, Robert just left himself available to me, neither pulling back nor pushing forward, and I took advantage of his gentleness to explore his manhood. Although it had been years since he had felt another man's mouth, Robert knew better than I what to do. At that moment, I wondered if he realized just how inexperienced I was. After what could not have been more than a minute but felt like forever, I felt a tongue flicking at the head of my penis and then a warm wonderful feeling as I was taken into what could only have been Lorry's mouth. Some strange sounds came from between Lorry's thighs, caused by air rushing over Robert's penis as I sucked in a deep, deep breath. It's a good thing that at 56 I still have a strong heart else they might have been calling in a Mayday at that moment. To say that things were heating up would be like saying that a hurricane is a big storm. Robert withdrew from my mouth and I helped to guide him back into Lorry. I wondered, for a second, if she was going to take her mouth from me but she did nothing of the kind. In fact, as Robert increased his pace, obviously building to his orgasm, Lorry lavished even more love upon her object at hand. No, I am not confusing unbelievable, over the top sex with love; she was making love to Robert and me, and, I to them. As I grew closer and closer to my orgasm I could feel all three of us building to a climax as one. I think Lorry let loose first, then Robert and finally me. I know Lorry went first because her motion, both on my face and with her mouth came nearly to halt, then with a slight twitching of her hips and a slow, constant suction of her mouth I could feel her release. Robert's was one hard lunge into Lorry and then a matching of her hip movement. I, well, I just died. My hands, that had been holding Lorry's hips just flopped to the deck and I lied there, fully and completely spent, in all ways. Now what? Although I have had my share of creampies, fresh from the oven, needless to say, they have always been of my making. Lorry solved that possible dilemma by lifting from me and pulling off of Robert. She turned and brought both of us into a kiss with her; a kiss that shared, all the way around, what I had left in her mouth. The kiss lasted only seconds as Lorry put her arms around us and guided Robert and to me to lie beside her, on the deck of LORRY'S OK ; each with a head on a breast.