“You’re not taking any of this in, are you?” Jack growled in my ear.
“Sorry... I was somewhere else.”
“Yeah, and I can guess where... Look Scott, it’s no big deal. Plenty of young lads
have a thing for their dad. I’m sure Freud would tell you that it’s perfectly natural for
anyone who’s gay. The ‘Oedipus Complex’ in reverse: you want to sleep with your father and
kill your mother. A bit simplistic if you ask me, but whatever.”
I perked up enormously on hearing Jack say this. Even if it was bullshit, he didn’t
appear to be disgusted – it was my denial and lack of attention that was more annoying for
him.
“So you don’t think I’m some sort of weirdo?” I asked, needing confirmation. I still
felt ashamed, but it was a relief in a way to admit to my feelings – confession being good
for the soul and all that.
“No!” replied Jack, his lips so close to my ear. “I think you’re young and
inexperienced, and your dad’s the most important man in your life. He’s a good looking
bloke packing plenty of meat – it’s no surprise you’ve got the hots for him. But once
you’ve spread your wings and get a few notches on your bedpost then it’ll pass.”
It was like a weight being lifted. My guilty secret was out in the open and it didn’t
look so vile any more. Held in Jack’s arms, snug between his legs, hearing this educated
man’s words of assurance – it didn’t feel like such a hideous problem at all. Then he
wiped my shame away with a simple lick – his tongue trailing seductively up my neck to my
ear where the lobe was gently nibbled before he spoke again.
“I reckon all you need is a good shagging - maybe two or three. Perhaps a pounding
every day for the rest of your holiday, just to be on the safe side – then I’m sure this
little problem will go away.”
“Do you think?” I asked, melting in his arms, thrilled by the promise of his words.
“Trust me! I’m a doctor. I know about these things,” Jack said, holding me tighter.
Seizing the chance, pleased at my courage, desperate for this sexy big man, I replied,
“And if I remember correctly, you’re also hot and horny, and looking for a peachy young
ass like mine to fuck... so it sounds like we could do each other a favour.”
He licked my neck again and caressed it with his lips. God it felt so wonderful. My
whole body tingled. I was swept away by his gentle seduction; soaring like Icarus on new
found wings, heading towards the melting sun. Then like that ill-fated lad from ancient
times, I was brought crashing back down to the sea.
“Well there’s no denying, I wouldn’t be averse to sorting you out. But to rid you of
this paternal obsession, it would take dedication – hours of riding you... and we don’t
have the time.”
“What!” I exclaimed, horrified that the teasing bastard was turning me down. “We’ve
got three hours,” I protested. “Surely that’s more than enough time!”
Continuing the tease, Jack’s left hand came to rest on my leg. He stroked the inner
thigh, softly rubbing the flesh, moving upwards till his thumb made contact with the bulge
in my shorts – a straining erection of rock hard meat.
“Well, yes,” crooned Jack as he fondled my crotch, feeling my dick through the
material of the Bermudas. “A couple of hours of shagging each day would undoubtedly do the
trick... but I’m supposed to teach you to sail.”
“I don’t give a toss about learning to sail,” I objected.
“Well I do!” snapped Jack – his hand suddenly withdrawn. “I’m being paid to teach you
to sail, not to fuck you – what sort of man do you think I am?”
“But...”
“But what?”
“But now I’m even more messed up! Can’t we just do it? I want to do it... I’ve
never... You know... I’m a...”
He licked my neck again and stroked my thigh. Fingers dabbed the swell of my balls
then along the bulge of my shaft. I groaned at his physical seduction, and rued his verbal
refusal. He was driving me crazy with the teasing play.
“A virgin... yeah I guessed that,” Jack purred into my ear. “And that’s why we can’t
just do it. I’m not going to pop you with a quick fuck in the boat. When you lose your
cherry, it should be a special moment in a special place.”
His hand was still there fondling my crotch. His tongue went to work again on my neck.
I had no idea what he was up to, if he was seducing me or not, if it was a teasing game,
or actually leading somewhere. All I knew for certain was that I wanted this man.
“Please Jack. Isn’t there some way?” I groaned, thrilled to the core by his sensuous
play. I knew I was sounding desperate, but what the hell – I was eighteen and horny, awash
with raging hormones, and Jack was so hunky, oozing sex appeal – it was an explosive
combination and it made me plead all the more, “I know we’ve just met, but... well, I’m
sure it would be special anywhere if it was you who did it. Please Jack – I want you to
fuck me. I want you to be my first.”
“Humph!” he mused, his hand drifting downwards to rub my balls. “I must admit, I do
have the hots for you, and I definitely would like to be the first to fuck your tight
virginal ass. But I want to take my time and ride you well – cure you of that silly
obsession with some serious shagging. Unfortunately I also need to teach you to sail, and
I’m told by your dad that it won’t be easy... I promised him I would do it though, and I’m
a man of my word.”
“Then do both,” I pleaded. “Come to me later.”
“I’m too busy,” Jack objected. “The three lessons I’m booked for is all the time I can
spare this week. But...”
“What?”
“Well, perhaps if the time was used effectively... we could manage to do both. It
certainly would make the lessons more interesting whilst sorting out your little problem.
Would you be prepared to give it a go?”
“Definitely!”
“It means doing what I say.”
“I’ll do whatever!”
“All right then. Make yourself comfortable and enjoy the trip. I’m going to teach you
to sail and I’m going to rid you of an obsession. An incentive is what’s needed. Let’s go
create one.”
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