end of my uncut cock. I thought that I would die as he got down to serious sucking, cuddling my balls, and fingering my expectant ass. I could not last for long; I was so fired up. And before the ship had cleared the southern tip of the island of Ithaca I shot jet after jet of scalding hot cum into his mouth.

I was totally relaxed now, and happy to be bent over a pile of life rafts and lubed up by his eager fingers. My shirt was open, and my jeans and briefs were around my ankles as I felt his large cock move between my ass cheeks. Then a slow, gentle push and he was in as far as my rosebud. He asked me if I was all right and when I cried yes, yes the cock pushed upwards and onwards, until I was impaled up to the hilt.

He started fucking me with long, slow strokes, and although my ass was stretched, I was not in any pain. Then he picked up speed and power, but all the time keeping in complete control. When he got near to cumming he simply slowed down, even stopped, in order to prolong our mutual pleasure. I was bent over those life rafts, being ass-fucked by a master for about forty minutes, before he shot his load into my bowels.

We then went to the bar to get a well-earned drink and I thought that was the end of it, but no. After a rest and a beer, there I was bent over again, for another marathon shagging session. In all, he fucked me three times before the port of Zakinthos appeared on the horizon.

As he drove me to my friend’s hotel at Kalamaki, I felt like my bottom was sorer than it had ever been, even when I first lost my cherry. I would dearly love to experience another night crossing with Marinos again, being shagged endlessly under a gentle Greek moon.