The bunk

The bunk room was a rental above a chandlery, not a working boat, and nobody I dive with had a key. I had paid for the night because I wanted a narrow bed and a porthole and a man who did not know my compressor. Eamon was thirty-six, from the harbor bar, a scar through one eyebrow and the sense to ask what I wanted before he touched the door. I told him anal if I said so, with my lube, at my pace, then my cunt, and he could cum in the cunt if he lasted. The stop word was surface. He said it back. I let him in.

I sat on the bunk first in the black zip jacket, short hair, boots off, the porthole a black coin behind my shoulder. He stood between the wall and the bed and looked at me dressed. I liked that minute. Then I unzipped. The jacket came open, finally, off one shoulder and then both, and I was bare under it down to the leggings. I told him to take his cock out. He did. I leaned forward on the thin mattress and sucked him, hand around the base, mouth wet, his cock heavy on my tongue. He swore quietly, a good guest. I sucked until my jaw warmed and his thighs shook, then I pulled off and reached into the jacket pocket for the bottle I had brought.

I said I want your cock in my ass. I want the lube. I want you to wait until I push back. He nodded. I got on my knees, leggings off, cheek on the wool blanket. I coated his cock and my hole, two fingers first, the stretch bright and wanted. Then I reached back, set the head of his cock there, and pushed. He held still. I took him inch by inch, easing through the burn I had asked for, until my ass had his cock and I could fuck myself on it. I told him to move. He fucked my ass in short strokes, then longer when I said so. My hand was on my clit. I did not cum yet. I wanted the cunt for that.

I said switch. He pulled out slow. I wiped us with a towel, added more lube because I like the slide, and rolled onto my back. He pushed his cock into my cunt and the difference made me gasp in the good way. He fucked me there, deeper, the bunk knocking the wall. I rubbed my clit and came hard, cunt grabbing his cock, one heel on his shoulder. I said cum in me. He fucked through it and came in my cunt, heat, a groan into the mattress beside my ear. Surface never got said.

He asked if he should stay until morning. I said no. I walked him down the outside stair, kissed his mouth once, and locked the bunk. I slept alone under the porthole with the jacket open on the chair and his cum cooling out of me onto the towel I had planned for. The boat horns at dawn were somebody else's shift.