From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: One Night In Lisbon (gay)
Date: 9 Jul 1996 02:27:43 GMT

			 One Night In Lisbon

	Having left Bremen Germany on a Monday night, we headed out to
the English Channel. Once in the English Channel our trusty Second
Mate Danna set our course for Land's End (now this is not the clothing
company that sends out catalog every month, but a mythical point at
the south tip of England where courses are set to various parts of the
world) then down the coast of France south for our destination of
Lisbon. This trip should take something short of forty-eight hours,
after all we were a freighter only capable of twelve knots an hour
(that's about ten mph). Our arrival was early morning, sunrise to be
exact, and was a sight to be hold.

	As we approached the channel to the Lisbon Harbor we could see
the multicolored homes on the East side of the city. They appeared to
be something like stucco type structures and with the morning sunlight
glistened and sparkled. We moved up the channel, under the guidance of
a Portuguese pilot, slowly until reaching the piers.

	We cleared customs in short order and docked. The stevedore
gangs were waiting on the pier and swarmed aboard as soon as the
gangplank was rigged. We sailed from Bremen with one AB short on the 8
to 12 watch and I stood his watch for the last two days on overtime.
The chief mate knocked me off because the hours I had on O.T., leaving
the day left to sight seeing or just plain loafing (or cruising). My
choice was the sight seeing and cruising. After lunch changed into
clean Levis and a tight fitting T shirt and headed shore. Walking to
the head of the pier I was stopped by a military policeman.

	It is customary to be checked by the local police on going
ashore, they are looking for drugs, weapons, or US $ (they usually buy
those from you, you can get fucked if your not careful). I asked him
where a restaurant was where I could get a good Portuguese meal. In
the conversation I mentioned that my father came from Lisbon and I
always wanted to see the city.

	I found out in our talk that his name was Antonio, married
with two children, lives in the suburban part of Lisbon and his
younger brother lived with them. (A short conversation, I don't
believe in wasting time). Antonio told me where the sights were and
where not to go, the whore house district, as he said: "You loose all
your money and don't get fucked." I was surprised at his way of
putting it, but also was amused.

	I followed Antonio's advice and headed to the Grand Boulevard
(the center of the city). Here they have a boulevard up a hill from
the customs house to the Grand Military Plaza some ten to fifteen
blocks away. The side walks were mosaic of various colors and design,
flowers lined both sides of the sidewalks. I shopped for a while and
couldn't find the restaurant Antonio told me about, decided to return
to the ship.

	Approaching the gate Antonio was still there. We talked, I
told him about not finding the restaurant, he invited me to dinner at
his home. He was due to be relieved in a half hour. I returned to the
ship, got a carton of cigarettes (worth more than money in foreign
ports at the time).

	Returning to the gate Antonio confiscated the cigarettes, put
them in his duffel bag and we left for his home.

	The ride took about forty-five minutes or so to his home, a
very unique place, in pastel blue, nicely trimmed lawn (what there was
of it), he left his car in the driveway. He introduced his wife,
Marie, as we entered. Marie had red Portuguese wine ready and we had
several drinks before sitting down to dinner.

	The meal was delicious and very different, I enjoyed it very
much. After finishing, Antonio and I returned to the living room for
more wine. I hadn't really sized Antonio up (after all it was only
two days before having had sex in Bremen - ahhhh what memories). But
with the wine and a good meal he was beginning to look interesting. He
was in his early thirties, average height, dark hair, dancing hazel
eyes and a light tan completion. He was built very well, muscular
(from military training), carried himself erect. I glanced at his
crotch, but couldn't get a hint as to how much meat was tucked between
those legs. I think I got a little to much wine as I remember Antonio
telling me I had better stay there for the night and he had to be on
duty at 7 AM, well before I had to be aboard. He took me to a bed room
and told me it was his brothers room and he helped me undress, all the
way.

	I crawled into bed and promptly fell asleep. I would say
somewhere around one AM I awoke, someone lay at my left side, arm over
my chest, head alongside of mine. I was on my back, half hard or more,
his breathing was easy, at a steady slow pace, indicating to me he was
sound asleep. I lay there calculating what to do, he was balls ass,
warm and hard.

	I would say he was my height, weighing a little more, in the
dark room it was hard to tell anything about his features, but he felt
real good, I wanted him, my half hard grew harder, it throbbed. As if
he was aware of what I wanted he too was beginning to get hard. I
moved my thigh a little, pushing against him, he responded by pushing
back. I gently kissed him on his cheek, he sighed and put his leg over
mine. I pulled his arm slightly over my chest, he started to fuck
gently. My cock was rock hard and I shifted slightly to face him, our
cocks almost meet. It felt good, he stirred slightly and hugged
closer.

	My hand drifted to his back and I pressed him closer to me, I
moved my leg under his, he moved more on top of me, our cocks met. I
ran my hand over his shoulders, they were solid, hard as someone who
would be doing hard labor, moving my hand down his back I explored his
waist, it was splendor, again muscular, his back tightened, he pushed
closer and fucked a little faster.

	It was without a doubt, he was now awake, I moved my leg more
under him and he slipped between my legs, lying on top of me. His hard
cock lay on my stomach, hard, some six inches long but heavy and
thick, I put my hand between us to feel his cock, it throbbed and he
was pushing harder to find his score.

	I lifted my knees so he would be more comfortable in the
saddle. He was fucking faster and looking for my asshole. He found my
ass and pushed harder, it started in, he was rough and wanted to slide
all the way in, with one push he found home. He hurt at first, but it
was a feeling of joy rather than one of pain. His breathing was
getting labored and he was tightening his muscles, it was apparent
that he was enjoying his fuck.

	I tightened my legs around his back and kissed him on the
lips, he responded and we kissed long and hard. He lay in the saddle
fucking hard and fast. Apparently when he felt he was going to cum he
would slacken off and just slowly fuck, cooling down. This fucker was
no amateur, he knew what he was doing. He spread his legs slightly
under mine, helping me to keep my legs around him and not tiring, If
only I could see this fuck in the daylight, he must be an Apollo. We
kissed long and hard, exploring each others mouths, exchanging saliva,
he tasted good.

	We continued this routine until dawn; my bed partner was
getting very heated up (and I had been for sometime). We had been
fucking now for several hours, my ass was beginning to feel fatigue,
but I didn't want it to stop. He began to increase his pace, fucking
harder, driving deeper, his face was at my cheek and his morning beard
stubble gently scratched my face.

	He moved and kissed my ear, running his tongue to the outer
edge and back into the ear, breathing hard. He had his arms around my
neck, I had mine around his shoulders holding him close and feeling
the tightened muscles, I wanted to scream for pleasure but checked
myself knowing it would wake Antonio and his wife up. My Portuguese
fuck tightened his hold around my neck, lifted himself on his elbows
and I knew he was about to cum.

	He arched his back with each driving force and came back down
close enough for the course hair of his stomach brushed with mine. He
drew a deep breath, tightened his body, made one strong push to get
home, let out a small snort and he spent his cum in my ass.

	He slackened his pace letting his cock slide gently in his own
cum in my ass. I loved every stroke of it, I loved every drop of it,
if only I knew this fucker and could come back to him, but that wasn't
possible. He moved to my side, his breathing was returning to normal,
he pushed his hand down my stomach to my cock. At the head of my cock
he gently massaged, teasing and he pressed closer. From the head of my
cock he traveled down the shaft slowly, I was rock hard and throbbing
to release my cum. He played his little game further and I could tell
he was enjoying himself.

	His stroking up and down the shaft, with massaging the head of
my cock continued on for a few minutes, I couldn't contain myself any
longer. Arching my back, taking a deep breath, tightening my stomach
muscles, I blew my load on my stomach. He immediately laid over on me
and held me tight, our stomaches covered with warm cum. I was spent
emotionally and physically, but very satisfied.

	We drifted off to sleep, and what seemed only minutes later
Antonio was shaking my arm waking me up. He whispered, "Time to get
up," the first words I had heard all night, but not the first action.

	His brother lay against my back, arm over my waist, and very
relaxed. He was sound asleep; my problem was to get up without waking
him, which was not going to be an easy job. I lay there for a few
seconds savoring the feeling of his half hard cock against my back. I
gently crept out of bed and let his arm fall gently to the bed, he
stirred, I kissed him on the lips, he responded and said something I
could not understand both in volume or language.

	I ran my hand under the sheet felt his cock and kissed him
again. Dressing quickly (for I knew if I didn't I would crawl right
back in bed and make more love), joining Marie and Antonio for
breakfast. I felt good, satisfied but certainly not rested. Antonio
remarked, "I hope my brother didn't keep you awake last night, he is a
restless sleeper." I contemplated my answer and measured it well, then
replied, "No... not at all, I guess I was a little out of it." Antonio
smiled and made no answer.

	We drove back to the piers, Antonio to his office and I to the
ship. But before parting I paid my gratitude for the dinner and the
night, one that was hard to have explain to Antonio (or would it have
been). Before parting I asked Antonio, "What is your brothers name?"
Antonio smiled and said, "Juan." (And I thought in the back of my
mind a great name for a great lover.)

	Within hours we were on our way, We left on my watch and I was
at the helm. Gliding down the channel to open seas I couldn't help
glancing at the shore and a warm glow came to my cock. It was a night
I had never experienced, or since.

	I have been back to Lisbon many times. but never ran across
Antonio and I didn't know their address. It is probably well or I'd
skip ship just to be with Juan. Our passage down the channel to open
seas didn't take to long. We left our pilot off at the Pilot boat, and
the command of "Heading 180, due south" came... we were on our way to
Genoa Italy, it would take four days if the weather held good. Ahhhh
Genoa what a city, but that is another story.