At 0715 on the 3 March 1980 we docked at Cueta. A freeport in North Africa on the opposite side of the straits to the Rock of Gibraltar. Re refuelled the boat, watered and washed down decks. Lawrie the engineer and I went ashore to discover how cheap the free port is. The sun shone warmly as we took a lazy stroll about the town. The narrow streets of the town were teeming with people from many different cultures. There were both Arab's and Caucasian's in business suits, some but mainly tourists it seemed in jeans and many in djelhabas. The women wore veils and were mostly dressed in dark flowing robes. It seemed odd to me with my puritanical Scottish background that they should feel they have to cover their faces and legs yet some women exposed their belly buttons. We were approached by several young boys in the streets selling a variety of wares. From one of these boys we paid £3.40 for a large piece of hash and went for a walk up the huge hill called Monte Visto.

After leaving the ship we found a Disco 'La Cuave' from where we heard some super sounds emanating. We entered and found the dim lighting enticing. There was a long bar down one side of the first room we entered and that led through to a large cavernous dance hall with fairy lights twinkling in the domed ceiling. We bought a beer each and Lawrie said "Let's wander round see what is about. Should be some crumpet somewhere here." "Talk sense" I answered "this may be a free port but it is still an Arab country so women have no sex before marriage." "You know you could be right" Lawrie spoke as we moved away from the bar. "But we'll check anyway. Right?" "Sure. Just continue leading on" we were entering the large dancing space that had room for as many people again as there were dancing. The DJ was in a corner surrounded by his decks and music. Round the dance floor there was wooden tables with chairs on the open side and bench type seating against the walls. The music was loud and the atmosphere heavy with heat and tobacco smoke.

There were some girls and Lawrie chatted then up but discovered they were more interested in his money for drinks than in anything else. We chatted and danced with some of the girls. I give him 10/10 for persistence in trying to pull one of these beauties. While I was sitting waiting for Lawrie to finish a dance I watched him. Wearing blue denim Jeans and a white t shirt his 5'8" lithe body gyrated in rhythm to the dance beat. He had a good figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He moved his hips in enticing circular motions, his hands spread out and a big smile lit his eyes, all for the benefit of his partner. He had black curly hair, brown eyes under heavy brows. His round face with generous mouth and full lips was squared at the jaw line. I had enjoyed the first day I'd spent in his company when we were in Portsmouth and we had gone to victual the minesweeper. During the 5 day passage from Portsmouth we were each on different shifts, his being in the engine room and mine in the wheel house. We had seldom met during the rough passage through the bay of Biscay.

This afternoon had been an adventure that we had shared and I knew we would both be likely to file it in permanent memory. This was his first trip abroad in the twenty-six years he'd lived on this planet. He had always been in home waters on the boats before and I'd learned that he was very excited in this new venture to Corfu. The music finished and he came back to sit opposite me after getting yet another blank from the latest chick he'd chatted "You must be right about these Arabs" he said as he slumped into a chair. "I'm pissed off here" he added "lets move on somewhere else." "OK if you want we'll go see what else is available and open at this hour" I agreed. "What time is it then?" he asked. "Half past two now" I told him looking at my watch. "No! I'm on duty at eight in the morning. We have to fix the port engine." He took a mouthful of beer before continuing. "It's bed for me now." he finished. "That's OK with me too. Do you have enough energy to make it back to the boat?" I only asked as a joke but he took it seriously. "No. Damn it I have not. Let's go find a hotel. No, I definitely cannot walk all that way tonight." He rose a little unsteadily as he finished.

I followed him to the street door and we emerged into brilliant moonlight, a star laden sky and dim narrow streets. Getting our bearings we walked in what we thought was the direction of the Port. Shortly we came to a narrow fronted building with a sign in the window saying vacancies in French and English. We went inside and asked the man the price of his rooms. We looked at each other in surprise at how inexpensive it was and said we would like to have one for the night. The man said "OK write your name here and let me have your passports please." I now remembered that in order to book a room in a foreign land one requires a passport. "Shit. We don't have our Passports with us they are on board ship." "No passport no room" was the reply. This was an opportunity that might never again present itself. "I'll take a cab and get them if you want to rest up here that's OK" I offered. "Yea do that. Will you be able to get them?" "Sure I can." I told him. I explained as best I could to the man at the desk and left.

Arriving back at the ship I asked the taxi driver to wait. On board I found everyone sleeping save Kostas who was keeping watch. I told him what had happened and he indicated that the Captain had gone to bed an hour ago in a foul mood and a sore head. He said it would not be a good idea to wake him. Accordingly I went to the bridge and withdrew the two passports from the locker where they were kept and bidding Kostas good night I left. The taxi driver took me back to the hotel. I paid him and went inside. Lawrie was sitting where I'd left him but now he had what he told me was a cup of coffee, but it looked terrible, in his hand. We registered and the man handing us a key indicated we should go up one flight of stairs and take the room at the end of the corridor facing us. The stairs were steep and narrow as we climbed up. The passageway at the top had a threadbare green carpet runner and beige painted walls. Entering the doorway at the end as instructed we came across a large room containing two beds without headboards, a battered wardrobe and a mirror that could use a polish. Between the two beds there was a cabinet with a lace mat on which stood a lamp. I entered and switched this bedside lamp on. It was fitted with a very weak bulb. Lawrie came in behind me and laid right down on the nearest bed on his back. "Yes this will do for a few hours." He wriggled to feel the mattress as he spoke seeming satisfied with his lot. "It has been a great day. Let's make a joint and get to bed." "That sounds good to me, you make it and I will go find the heads."

I left him to organise that while I searched in the corridor for the toilet. I found one and when I came back into the bedroom he was sitting cross legged on the bad wearing only blue and white checked tight fitting shorts with a button at the waist. He had the makings of the joint littered on the bed before him. "If you need the head it's the last door on the left before the staircase" I informed him as I went to stand between the beds to take my shirt and jeans off. Stripping my clothes to my shorts I moved some of the items he'd finished with to the cabinet so making a space for me to sit on the feet of his bed. Seeing what I was doing he moved toward the pillow to give me more room. I watched his stocky fingers that, even after scrubbing, still showed traces of the black engine grease he worked with, under the short broad nails. Clearly the hands of a working man. His chest had a layer of dark brown hair sweeping up and out from the breast bone across each side and up over the nipples to fade to nothing at each shoulder. From the navel the hair was thick in the hollows between the stomach and lower chest muscles spreading upwards and outwards like the branches of a very symmetrical tree. Below the navel I could only see the bulge that was his dick.

While finishing the joint he asked how the trip for the passport had gone and I told him I'd had to take them without permission. "Then you are in big trouble." he said. "Why is that?" I asked. "Because George doesn't like you" he looked into my eyes as he raised his head and licked the gum on the cigarette paper "He's looking for any reason to get rid of you. Something must have happened between you and him? What did you do to him?" "Nothing important he just did not get what he wanted and he thinks it was my fault." I offered him a light for the joint he'd now finished. "He spent a lot of time trying to persuade Petros that it would be better if I flew to Corfu. But Petros told him to take me on the boat. He explained that I would be happy to do that and was well able to crew thereby effectively saving Petros money and making myself useful." "So what was it that you fucked up for him?" Lawrie asked as he passed me the roll-up. "He wanted to fuck with Rita on the weekend he came to London. Rita told me he'd asked her and while she was happy to oblige for Petros' sake she wanted me to be there also and make it a threesome." No big deal really. "She just had a feeling she did not trust him on his own.

Rita has been going twice a year to Corfu for the last ten years, so she knows a thing or two about Greek men. I too had a feeling that he was a nasty piece of work. As you know, and he certainly knows he has good looks going for him. He's a real handsome man but as it turns out," I grinned, "he has a very small and useless dick." I passed the joint back and continued. "Later in the bar he suggested I could not be serious about the threesome. I told him that if that is what Rita wants then that is how it will be. But, I also gave him the option to back out completely, but his brain was in his cock and his cock ruled. He wanted fanny so he decided to pay the price." I ended hoping that we could now change the subject.

"So don't stop there tell me what happened." Lawrie passed the draw over to me as he spoke. I put out my hand and took it from him. His eyes lit up. He leaned forward in anticipation. "I'm broadminded hold nothing back." I wondered how broadminded he was. I hoped he might be broadminded enough to let me inside his pants, if I worked it right. This tale might be just what I need to open that door I thought and launched into a brief description. It was not my idea to spend what was left of the night story telling. I would rather be doing things that would make a new story so I said "We had the threesome and he was being very selfish over Rita and tried to edge me out. I knew Rita, we had had sex together before, and we'd had one threesome before also. So here was a handsome stranger. I started exploring the new territory and doing things to play with him but he was less than happy to have to put up with it. The more he tried evasive tactics the more dominant I got. He tried to prevent me touching his little thing so I forced his legs apart and pushed him onto his back. Rita stuck her boobs in his face and the sheer weight of her body held him." I took a lung full of smoke and passed the small piece of joint over to Lawrie.

I watched him closely as I related what had happened. I wanted to find out if he was going to get aroused at all by this. "His wee cock was rock hard and standing proud but it was not where he wanted to be." I continued. "Anyway she looked after his top half kissing him and keeping him interested in her breasts while I took advantage of the lower half. It could not have worked the other way round. I find as a generalisation that straight men can be terrific sex but they don't kiss. Rita enjoyed it for the sex as eventually I allowed him to fuck her in peace. I just stood by while he did so. I enjoyed it because he was the reluctant skipper and he would have to justify his actions to himself every time he looked at me from then on. He had made the agreement and then tried to cop out by default. He lost his bottle and I think he lost something of his perceived manhood by this encounter. He has the power and he will win. Me I don't give a shit. What can he do? Sending me home is really his bottom line. It is done now I can't change the past." "Wow! I'd not have thought he would be anything like that." said Lawrie. "But it's odd what people will do sometimes" He put the butt in the ashtray and screwed it against the base to extinguish it and laid back on the pillows. I shifted my weight on to my left hip, leaned forward and putting my left arm out placed my hand flat on the bed near his waist. In this position I was leaning over his lower body and could feel the warmth rising up toward me.

I wondered what to say to fill the silence that now lay over the room and the best I could come up with was "Move over a bit. Let me lie beside you." Lawrie raised his hips and moved his body to his left and stretching his legs out he straightened himself leaving enough space to his right for me. "But you have to tell me the details of your night with George" he lay watching me as I adjusted my position. There clearly was not enough space for me to lie on my back as he was doing. Making myself comfortable on my left side alongside this exciting body was a real turn on for me. Situations like this make my sex urge race and my adrenaline flow. "I see. Knowledge is power eh?" I asked. He said nothing. As I lay there I started to tell him about the details of my night with Rita and the Skipper. Lawrie listened as I talked. I put my right arm over his belly and let it lie there feeling the ribbing and the button on his underpants. Now that he was laid out his underpants had filled out and I could clearly see the definition of his cock. It appeared to be neither hard nor soft. Whatever it was there was no shortage of it. He was breathing easily and listening to my voice. I took the weight of my arm of his stomach ever so slowly as I spoke. Very slowly indeed I let my arm move down over his lower belly till it was alongside his dick. There whilst still continuing my dialogue I let my arm rest on his body. For a minute or two I remained still and quietly related the details he wanted to hear. "I took my fingers out of Rita's fanny and let them slide over the rippling muscles of George's midriff." I told him.

That visualisation was what started his cock to take on a mind of it's own and to become excited. It started to stiffen alongside my arm. Stretching at the taught checked cotton that contained it. "Feeling his pubic hair entangle my wet fingers while his tongue was deep in Rita's throat he used his free hand to try to move mine away." I shifted my position beside Lawrie just a little to get more comfortable. "I let him push my hand but I controlled the direction and just wrapped my fingers and thumb round his cock," I could feel Lawrie's cock harden as I continued "so preventing him from exerting further pressure." l knew Lawrie's cock was hard now as it pressed against my forearm. "His cock though not large was as hard as steel inside my grip. Just like this" I gripped his cock inside his pants as I had gripped George's on that fateful night. "And you do have a strong grip" Lawrie spoke but made no move to release himself from it. Pressed against his right hip my own cock had been hard for some time now.

As I started to bring the story to a climax I loosened the fingers of the hand now holding his cock. and very slowly and very gently let my palm run along the length of the shaft. On reaching the tip I closed my hand over the head and gently squeezed and released a few times. Continuing the narrative I was interrupted by "Boy this is sexy. He did that?" Lawrie said his voice rising with surprise "My shorts are too tight." he continued. As he said that I slipped my right hand under the ribbing at his waist and pushing it down between his legs I cupped his balls in my hand. At the same time I used my forearm to test the amount of tension in the elasticated ribbing. The human brain can do so many things at the same time it is quite amazing. Having calculated that there was enough give in the waist I raised my elbow and angled my arm. Using Lawrie's superb balls for leverage I forced the underpants to be pulled down with his cock and balls naked for my perusal. My hand came back up to his dick. He had some six to seven inches of manhood with the vein showing blue and standing proud along its length. He had not been circumcised so I eased the foreskin back over the head and gently massaged his member for him as my tale was drawing to a close.

After a few sentences from my mouth and a few strokes from my hand Lawrie raised his hips and said "They're still to tight." I assumed he was referring to his pants so I took them right of for him and kept his attention with the words I spoke. I was thinking ahead here to get the story in an order that would allow me to be in the right place at the right time. Dropping his garment to the floor on the other side of the bed I said "So as Rita had my cock down her throat and George had a mouthful of tit, I bent over and took George's cock into my mouth. He groaned and opened his legs involuntarily at the unexpected pleasure this gave him so I went right down on it and took the whole lot inside my mouth just like this." I repeated what I had just described and heard a very satisfactory groan. I could not take Lawrie so easily as he was much larger than George had been. I was almost creaming myself with excitement at having got this far without any objections. I sucked on his cock as I withdrew the shaft from my mouth and I retained the acorn and savoured it with my lips and tongue. It was like an act of worship and adoration. I slipped my wet lips down the shaft again, then up, and down then again up once more. This time I took his cock right out of my mouth and wrapping my hand around it I continued from where I had interrupted my story.

I sat up and then straddled his body with a leg on either side and my bum on his thighs. Smiling as I spoke I saw that he was quite relaxed and enjoying himself. The Moroccan hash had us both laid back and hopefully an 'anything goes' mood. Playing with his cock as I spoke I watched him and enjoyed seeing the happy abandon come over his eyes as he imagined the scenes I painted with words. I finished talking but continued to play with him and he stretched his hands downward and took my erect cock in his right hand holding it rather awkwardly. I shuffled up toward him thinking I was too far away for him to reach properly. I was now sitting with my balls on his cock but his touch was still more like a girls' than a boys'. It was as though he did not really want to hold it. Moving his hand up the stem he started to masturbate my dick. "Hold it a little tighter." I told him in a soft voice just above a whisper. He did and that felt better. I shifted both my knees back on his right side slowly while he still retained his interest in wanking me. I sidled up so that my knees were now by his shoulder and my cock over his chest. Letting my body swing forward and down I again took his hot throbbing weapon and gave him a terrific blow job but making sure he did not ejaculate early in his excitement. "Do you want to suck mine?" I asked at one point when my mouth was empty. "Not really." came the almost inaudible reply. I turned my head to look at him. "But I can try." He moved his right shoulder and turned toward my knees. He put my cock against his lips and just held it there for some time. Next he wet his lips and held them against it again. "Just do what I am doing." I instructed him. He opened his mouth and put my dick into it. He took it out again quite quickly and said "You wont come in my mouth or anything will you?" I reassured him immediately, "No Lawrie, I wont come in your mouth."

Allowing him to take his own time and explore my cock and balls in what I was sure must be a first experience for him, I continued my ministrations of worship to the well formed thick phallus. I licked around the base of his penis, let my tongue titillate his balls and then licked around the shaft travelling with my mouth ever upwards until on reaching the head I engulfed it in my mouth. Straightway I slipped down till the tip of his dick came against the back of my mouth and pressed against my tonsils. Back and forth I moved on it. Giving and receiving heightened physical pleasure. His cock was wet with precum as well as my saliva. The sweetness of it flavour was wonderfully exciting. Carefully so that Lawrie could control my cock in his mouth I moved my left leg and put it on the pillow to the left of his head. This put me as top man in a superb 69 position with Lawrie now flat on his back again. His balls hung loosely in the hot air between his parted legs and I took them one by one into my mouth giving each a little suck before releasing it. I wet my fingers and slid them over his taint, where, exerting a little pressure caused him to tense the muscles in his dick and raise his hips toward my face. Meanwhile he hung on in there and his technique improved with practice. My fingers explored around his anus as my mouth continued to give him the pleasure that all men should experience at least once in a lifetime. His body language allowed me to know he was now enjoying this. The hands became more confident, the lips and tongue more exploratory and my friend lay there beneath me receiving and giving pleasure. He pushed my hand away when I tried to enter his bum hole. "Uh Uh" he said taking my cock from his mouth "don't do that. It's not nice." Well the last thing I wanted to do was anything he considered not nice. "OK I wont" I told him but continued to play my finger around that area anyway. Suddenly and without any warning my mouth filled with hot sweet semen. "Sorry mate. Oh fuck I'm sorry" he moaned and tried to withdraw his cock. I moved with his actions to prevent the withdrawal. Swallowing what was there I continued to suck it and ride my lips up and down the shaft. He continued to ejaculate and I was drawing more spunk at each up stroke until he was empty. I raised my head and looked at him while holding his still hard cock in my hand. "I did not mean to do that to you" he lamented. "Your spunk tastes as sweet as nectar and I loved it."

I re-assured him and set his mind as rest. I turned around and sat on his thighs again. His cock was still standing erect before me as though he was just beginning the session. I did not want to come off yet but I was not sure if he wanted to continue. I took a nipple in each hand and gently tweaked them. There was little response from that. I eased backward toward his feet and went down on his cock again with my mouth. Lawrie was just as randy as ever it seemed. I spat into my hand and wet around my arse hole with it. Releasing his cock from my mouth I left it drenched in saliva. Quickly before he could say anything I moved up the bed, knees each side of his ribs and taking his wet cock in my right hand I opened my cheeks with the left and guided his hard randy dick inside my body. I felt the sensation start at my sphincter and travel up through my gut, belly, lower chest and on through my whole body. Having a man inside me like this is more than a physical feeling. I experience an orgasm in my brain also from the emotional content of the experience. This was like repeated ejaculations without shooting my load. Rising up and down on my knees I rode that steel hard pinnacle. Opening the cheeks of my arse from time to time as I backed down onto it to take it all inside me and to feel the terrific sensation of total and full penetration. Just as suddenly as the last time I felt Lawrie cum again. He placed a hand on each of my thighs at the first sign and held me down on him while he thrust up with each sensational spasm. I felt so good now. Here I was filled with the precious life-giving fluid from his body. Given freely and distributed to both ends. What more can a man give than that? I ejaculated as he made the third thrust.

Lawrie raised his hand just in time to prevent some striking his face. Some went on the pillow and some on his shoulder but mostly it landed on his belly. I sat back on his cock which was still hard inside my body. "Lets have a smoke now." Lawrie suggested. "OK a joint or a fag?" I asked. "Oh just a fag. Shame we have no more beer." He reached to the cabinet as he was speaking and picked up the pack of Camel cigarettes he'd purchased in the afternoon. I started to rise and withdraw his cock but he put his right hand on my thigh and pressed me back down on his erection. "If your comfortable I'd like you to stay there?" "Oh Yes it's quite comfortable but I don't know for how long." I replied. He lit a cigarette and offered it to me. I accepted while he lit another for himself. "You are one randy fellow." I told him with big smile. "Not normally I'm not but it is so different here." he explained. "So what is so different apart from this humid heat?" I enquired. taking a long slow pull on my cigarette before speaking. "Well you're not a girl for a start" he said "and that sure is different." he added. "No I'm surely not a girl. Have you only made it with girls before then?" "Yes. I once had a wank with a school mate but we just watched each other in the toilets as we wanked ourselves." he told me. "You didn't touch each other's at all then?" I asked. "Hell no. We didn't touch each other." He pulled on the fag and then said through a cloud of exhaled smoke, "What I've done here is something else. But what the fuck this is Africa and my first trip abroad too." He smiled with a look of surprised satisfaction. "But fucking you is different. You are so tight compared to a girl. That's why I shot again so quickly inside you. Very different feeling to a girls' pussy." "Well mate you are one terrific stud anyway and you are still as hard as a broomstick." I remarked. "Perhaps I should get off now." I suggested. "Sure if you're not comfortable but slowly."

I raised myself off his erect cock and checked that all was clean and OK down there. It was. I moved to his side and put my cigarette but in the ashtray. " I want to fuck you again now but I want to do it a different way. That OK?" he asked. "Sure" I gave him permission "what do you have in mind?" I asked. "If you lie on your back with your legs open I can screw you like a girl. I don't know if that would work though." I couldn't help but smile at his innocence. "Yeh. Sure that'll work." I said. He got up off the bed and put his fag end into the ashtray. I took one of the pillows and folding it double I placed it in the centre of the bed. Next I lay on my back with my buttocks raised on these pillows and my legs slightly parted. One mustn't forget one's modesty. Lawrie stood betwixt the two beds and looked on. "OK. Whenever you're ready to give it to me." I relaxed and watched him.

He ran his hands through his curly locks, then cupped his hard on and balls in his hand and squeezed them. Moving my legs apart a to give him the space he needed he kneeled between them. Taking his cock in his hand he guided it to my arse hole and tried to enter but it was too dry. "Wet you dick first" I told him and then I wet my hole with saliva. Taking a mouthful of spit he spread it over his cock and it slipped right inside me. I put my legs up and hooked my knees over his shoulder to maintain a better angle of entry and to support my weight. Lawrie was a little awkward for the first few stokes until we were able to adjust to each others tempo. This is a good position and he was able to give me deep penetration and stimulate my prostrate gland thus heightening my pleasure. The force of his thrusts and the speed at which he was plunging and withdrawing led me to believe he would come within seconds. If this was the case I wanted to know as I wanted us to come together. "Are you near to coming again?" I asked. "Ooo yes I sure am." he answered. Adding "I reckon if I come another two times I'll be satisfied" He increased the speed of his action and I can say that I have rarely been fucked by anyone else at such high speed. He had me in a state of ecstasy as he thrust inside and pushed my legs back toward my head and shoulders. His body was by this time in a straight line. His only support was his toes at one end and his hands on the pillow beside my head. This allowed the penetrations to take place from the vertical as I was completely doubled over. "Ah yes yes yes" a deep thrust and an ejaculatory spasm with each yes let me know that he was emptying himself again. On the third thrust he remained deep inside and I used my internal muscles top pump him. I could feel his cock empty itself and almost straight away he picked up the rhythm again.

This time he was not so fast and took more time to savour and enjoy what he was doing. He would withdraw his cock slowly right to the rim. Then he would pause and let it pop just outside my body. He then pushed it in slowly and I spread my cheeks to give him my all and allow the roughness of the pubic hairs round the base of his cock to come against the tender skin just inside the edge of my bum hole. "Let me know when you are about to come for the last time as I want to come with you." I said between his pushes. "I'm nearly ready now then." he told me. I took my cock in hand which was not easy in my doubled over position and wanked it. I had been on the point of shooting for so long during this fuck that I knew it would happen at exactly the right moment. "Get ready I'm coming now." "Go on then, Come. Come. Give me all your spunk ." I encouraged him. He did. And so did I shooting the hot liquid up in the air between my legs and over my chest and belly. We cleaned up and went to sleep, each in our own bed.

Epilogue. Next day, after much ado I was given my plane ticket and left Ceuta for Spain where yet another adventure awaited on my route back to England.