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Boating Fun
by Sailorman (shyguy52444@yahoo.com)

***

Hypnotism aboard a sailboat leads to sexual 
exploration. (MF, mc)

***

I had only met Phil earlier that week, in a local bar 
and grill. I was alone, and so was he. We began to talk 
as we ate and drank, and learned we had many common 
interests. For one, he had a sailboat and I loved to 
sail but had no boat. 

As we continued to talk, the TV over the bar showed a 
short segment on hypnotism. I said I was trying to 
learn hypnotism, while Phil expressed skepticism that 
it was even real. One thing led to another. We moved to 
a booth in the far corner and I was able to hypnotize 
him and leave a post-hypnotic suggestion in his mind. I 
woke him, said it was no use, that I couldn't hypnotize 
him, and we finished our drinks while arranging to go 
sailing on the coming weekend.

Saturday morning was clear and warm, but nearly 
windless. Still, I convinced Phil that we should go 
out. Perhaps the wind would pick up later in the 
morning. We motored out miles from land and other boat 
traffic. Perfect for privacy, I thought to myself.

Phil was standing by the tiller, steering with his 
right hand and talking. He was wearing a T-shirt, 
shorts, and boating shoes. He had a good slim physique, 
and the bulge in his shorts held my interest. Here 
goes, I thought. Then, aloud: "Phil-boy, Phil-boy, the 
sailorman." 

Instantly, Phil stopped talking and he stared straight 
ahead with a blank expression on his face. Man, this 
just might work! I continued: "Get yourself naked as 
fast as you can." Phil immediately stripped off his 
clothing and shoes, and resumed steering. From my seat 
across the cockpit, I could see he was well hung, 
uncircumcised, and quite hairy.

I went below, stripped myself naked, and brought out my 
digital camera, tripod, toiletry kit, and a pail of 
warm water. First, the camera: "Phil, smile until I 
tell you to stop." He adopted a warm smile and I took a 
few pictures of him standing there. "Put your left foot 
up on the cockpit seat, with your left hand on that 
knee." This opened up his crotch nicely, and the 
morning light was perfect for several more shots. 

I moved his clothing and shoes and sat directly in 
front of him, shooting several close-ups of his soft 
cock and hairy balls. Due to the warm weather, his 
scrotum was hanging loose and his balls were plainly 
visible in the sac. Shooting with my right hand, I took 
photos of my left hand fondling his balls, gripping the 
top of his bag, and holding his cock, including 
stripping his foreskin back off the head, which I found 
fascinating. 

I put the camera on the tripod and used the self-timer 
to take a few shots of me fondling his genitals with 
both hands, both close-up and showing the whole 
situation from a more distant viewpoint. My own body is 
nothing to be ashamed of, and I enjoyed having photos 
of myself naked.

With my camera hand-held again, I ordered: "Get a full 
erection, but slowly." As Phil's cock grew longer and 
thicker and began to rise, I took a series of close-up 
shots in sequence. The last shot was of his full 
erection, with the foreskin pulled back off the head by 
the length of the shaft. What a marvelous cock he had! 
With the camera again tripod-mounted, I took a series 
of shots with me fondling his balls while stroking his 
long cock, and ended with a shot of me taking the head 
into my mouth. My mind was swimming with ideas.

I moved to the other cockpit seat where the light would 
be better for what I had in mind. "Phil, engage the 
self-steering and come stand over here, right in front 
of me." He complied, and his erection and ball-sac were 
just a foot in front of me. 

I admired the intricate pattern of veins while 
preparing my toiletry items. First, I used small 
scissors to cut most of the hair from his genitals, 
throwing the hair overboard. Then, using warm water, I 
soaped his genitals, taking pleasure in the feel of 
everything as they slipped through my fingers. "Put one 
foot up on the seat beside me." This opened up his 
crotch, and I soaped back to his asshole. 

I wiped off most of the soap and added shaving cream, 
working it into the hairiest spots. Then, using a 
safety razor, I proceeded to carefully shave the base 
of his cock and the front and sides of his scrotum. 
Then I noticed his scrotum was contracting and there 
was a drop of pre-cum glistening on his cockhead. Oh, 
oh. "Phil, you cannot cum except on my command." Still 
smiling, he nodded. "You can stop smiling for now," I 
added.

"Move here beside me. Lean your elbows and left knee on 
the seat cushion, with your right leg and foot braced 
on the cockpit sole." This gave me a full view of his 
ass and the back of his scrotum, which I proceeded to 
lather up and shave, including the area right around 
his asshole. I noticed his asshole contracted whenever 
my fingers moved across it, which gave me more ideas. 

I finished my shaving and wiped all remnants of lather 
from his crotch, then dried him. I took a rearview 
picture of the completed job, with his balls hanging 
way down.

Then, I applied a lubricant generously to his asshole, 
rubbing it in and gently inserting a fingertip, then 
two. His sphincter was fighting me. "Phil, relax your 
asshole." Immediately, I could insert three fingers 
completely into him. Reaching forward between his legs, 
my left hand found his cock, still erect and pointing 
away from me. I attempted to bend it downward and 
backward, but it was too rigid. "Relax your erection 
half way -- still long, but not so stiff or thick." His 
cock relaxed in my hand and I pulled it back beside his 
ball sac and up into his ass crack. The length was 
good; the head extended nearly three inches past the 
anus. 

With my left hand, I held the shaft against his crotch. 
With the fingers of my right hand, I pressed the 
cockhead against his lubricated asshole. Slowly, it 
disappeared into that brown wrinkled hole until all of 
the extra length was inside him. "Phil, tighten your 
ass to hold in your cock." I could see the sphincter 
grip his cock shaft. 

"Get erect again, but not enough to pull your cock 
out." His cock quickly became thicker, straining to 
open up his asshole. I cleaned my hands and took a few 
pictures from various angles. Then, with some sympathy 
for Phil, I said, "Phil, you can cum four spurts now." 
His cock moved and his ass gripped, and he moaned four 
times, then rested his head on his forearms, breathing 
hard. His nuts had risen part way, but now resumed 
hanging low from the heat and the exertion.

I played with his balls with both hands, pulling them 
down gently, pulling them apart sideways, and feeling 
the internal cords between my fingers. With the camera 
in my right hand, I shot a few photos of my left hand 
holding his balls loosely and with my entire hand 
gripping his ball sac above the balls -- it was hanging 
that low. And that gave me another idea.

"Soften your erection and loosen your asshole." Phil's 
cock began to pull out of his ass. With a pop, it came 
out, then swung forward. I pulled it back down to 
vertical and washed it well with soap and water. Then, 
my attention returned to his balls. I noticed the right 
one hung slightly lower. I gripped it and gently pulled 
it back and up, and it reached an inch beyond the 
asshole. The left nut reached the ass, but just barely. 

I returned to gently pulling down on the scrotum. Then, 
before they could retract automatically, I pulled the 
right one to the asshole and pushed it in! "Tighten 
your ass," I commanded, and the right ball remained 
trapped. The left one was a small problem, requiring 
some effort on my part to get it into position. 
Finally: "Loosen your ass," and I held the left nut 
just inside the anus. "Tighten your ass," and the 
sphincter slid over the ball and around my finger, 
which I removed. 

Phil was moaning and panting. I quickly cleaned my 
hands and took some pictures. I noticed how, with his 
scrotum pulled back out of the way, his cock hung down 
like one large teat on a cow. So, I lubricated it and 
began to "milk" it with both hands. Phil was panting 
more heavily now. "Get fully erect now," and his cock 
swelled in my grip. I had to have pity on him. "Phil, 
you can cum now, all you want, but don't let those 
balls out of your ass." 

Although his body wanted to contract his scrotum as he 
came, his ass held it tight. I wiped my hands and 
photographed his cock spurting a growing pool of cum on 
the seat cushion. Finally, he was done. "Loosen your 
ass," and his balls came sliding out to hang by his 
spent cock. I washed his scrotum, cock, ass, and entire 
crotch area, and dried it, while Phil recovered from 
the experience. Then I cleaned up the pool of cum. "Lie 
down and rest a while," I commanded, and he complied. I 
think he even fell asleep for a short time.

While Phil was resting, I searched through some lockers 
on the boat and found a supply of quarter-inch rope, 
which I brought to the cockpit. "Phil, wake up now. 
Stand here in front of me and get a full erection." He 
complied. His scrotum was still low, and I began 
winding the rope around it, pushing his nuts tightly to 
the bottom. Then I wound the rope around his big cock 
in a close spiral, until only the head remained 
showing. 

The result was that both his cock and his balls 
extended forward from his crotch. I tied off the ends 
of the rope and took some pictures closeup and of Phil 
standing at the tiller with his genitals neatly wrapped 
and protruding. Although this took only a few minutes, 
both his cockhead and his balls were turning reddish-
purple, so I removed the rope right away to restore 
blood circulation.

"Phil, we've been out here for hours. You need to take 
a piss, and I'm going to hold your cock while you do 
it." I placed my camera on its tripod in the cockpit, 
aiming it forward along the well-lighted side deck. I 
placed Phil into position, told him to get an erection 
and smile at the camera and start pissing when I 
ordered him to. 

I turned him so his cock would be in profile, sticking 
out over the safety lines, then set the self-timer. As 
I tripped the release, I sprinted onto the cabin top, 
said, "Piss now!" and was on the far side of Phil, 
gripping his cock and grinning at the camera, when the 
camera took our picture. "Stop pissing!" Well, this is 
not easily done, but Phil obeyed me. I reset the camera 
and repeated the events necessary for another shot. In 
review, both shots turned out well -- sharp and clear, 
with a stream of piss arcing far overboard and my hand 
encircling his hard shaft. This time, I let Phil finish 
his job. We both returned to the cockpit.

"Phil, you can stop smiling now. Tell me of any sexual 
fantasies you have." He thought for a few moments, then 
said, "Most of my fantasies have come true today, but 
there is one more I can think of. Sometimes, I wonder 
what it would feel like to do anal intercourse on 
someone." For at least ten seconds, I considered the 
formidable thickness of Phil's cock, which was still 
erect. I stroked it, gauging its circumference. 

"Phil, lose half of your erection -- still stiff, but 
not so large." The result was not quite as stiff as a 
full erection, but would do the job. I took a tube of 
lubricant out of my kit and applied it generously to 
his cock and to my asshole and the area around it. "Lie 
down on the cockpit seat, cock up." 

He did, and I straddled him, supporting my weight with 
one knee and the other leg extended. Here goes, I 
thought to myself. I had Phil hold his cock in place, 
because both of my hands were busy holding my ass 
cheeks apart. I settled onto his cockhead and slowly 
kept increasing my pressure onto it. I could feel my 
asshole opening very gradually, and wished I could 
self-hypnotize myself to relax my sphincter! Very 
slowly, I lowered myself further, then stopped, raised 
myself slightly, then resumed my descent. 

I repeated this each time the pressure seemed 
unbearable, but my ass was slowly stretching to 
accommodate Phil's half-erect cock. Then, due to my 
awkward position and the length of time that was 
passing, I suddenly got a terrible cramp in one leg! 
Without a thought, I took my weight off that leg -- and 
down I went! My ass was burning, but Phil's cock was 
entirely inside me. I massaged my cramped leg for a few 
minutes as I sat there, impaled. As the cramp eased, so 
did my ass pain. 

Experimentally, I put weight back onto the leg and 
raised myself six inches. This left a good three inches 
of cock still inside me. I settled back down. Phil's 
eyes were closed and there was a slight smile on his 
lips. I reached for my camera and hand held it for 
several shots, hoping I was aiming it back at us well 
enough to get some decent photos. I began raising and 
lowering myself rhythmically, slow at first, then 
speeding up. "Does that feel good, Phil?" 

"Oh, yesssss." 

"Do you want to cum, Phil?" 

Eyes still closed, he nodded vigorously. 

I settled at the base of his shaft, reached behind my 
ass, and gripped his balls. "Phil, I want you to get a 
full erection and cum until you are done." This may 
have been a mistake on my part! His cock got thicker 
and longer and thicker and longer, until I thought I 
might be damaging myself permanently. But the pleasure 
on Phil's face, combined with the feel of his pumping, 
throbbing cock inside me, made it worthwhile. I could 
feel his hot cum filling my guts. Finally, he seemed to 
collapse, and his erection began to shrink slightly. I 
took advantage of that opportunity to raise myself up 
and off him. There was a popping sound as his cockhead 
passed out of my poor, sore ass. Surprisingly, I 
noticed no trace of blood. My sphincter had stood the 
test! I cleaned Phil's cock and caught most of the cum 
that was draining from my ass as I sat down gingerly, 
first on one cheek, then the other.

By now, it was late afternoon. "Phil, turn the boat 
around and head for home." Our trip back to port was 
uneventful. As we neared the shore and other boat 
traffic, I ordered Phil to get dressed. I got dressed, 
"Phil, you will have no memory of what has happened 
today. As far as you can remember, we had a nice day 
sailing, and you will want to do it again next weekend. 
When you see your shaved crotch, you will not be 
surprised, because you will remember that you have been 
shaving yourself for years. By the middle of next week, 
it may start to itch, but this will not bother you. I 
will shave you again next Saturday." 

Phil nodded in understanding. 

"Now, close your eyes. On the count of three, you will 
be wide awake and excited by the great sailing we've 
had today. One, two, three." 

Phil opened his eyes and began talking excitedly about 
the sailing. It had been a great day for me, that's for 
sure, and I was looking forward to next weekend! I was 
already compiling a mental list of toys to bring along. 
Maybe I'd even bring along another person; whether a 
man or a woman, it opened up many possibilities...

THE READER may wonder why I didn't fuck Phil's ass. 
Well, I'm not equipped to do that. Didn't I mention 
that I am a woman? I suppose I just forgot.

END

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