Some older gay friends of mine have a beautiful thirty-five-foot power boat parked in Sydney Harbour. I have been on the boat three times with them, and each time I had to 'contribute' to the running of the boat with sexual favours. I suppose I didn't really 'have' to, but I was more than happy to show my appreciation.

With the weather warming up, the guys were taking the boat out and invited me along.  I was at the boat nice and early and it was great catching up with the guys. The boat looked ready to roll, and it seemed like they were killing time. Turns out, we were waiting for some friends of theirs. My first thought was, this is going to be a very naughty day with five of us on board. However, my heart sank (and cock softened) when the couple that joined us were a guy and girl in their late thirties. Seemed like any naughty business would have to wait until the end of the day. I shouldn't be mean; Mel and Andrew were really nice people, and we all got along great.

It was a gorgeous day, and we parked the boat in this quiet little cove with nobody else around.  Once we dropped anchor, we didn't waste any time getting in the water, and the four of us guys all stripped down to speedos, Mel stripped down to a bikini, and we jumped in.

I think it is an unofficial rule that the boat has a 'speedo only' dress code. It was nice to see the token straight guy had no qualms dropping the board shorts. The water was refreshing.

For the next few hours, the five of us were drinking, eating some snacks and just working on our tans in the Australian sun. Everyone was scantly dressed, to say the least. A few times, the gay couple would be sneaky and pinch my bum or give me a wink.

Just another Australian Sunday afternoon, four speedo guys and a girl.... hahaha.

The drinks flowed, and everyone seemed pretty comfortable. I was asked how I knew the gay couple, and I wasn't sure how I was going to answer that question. One of the older guys got in before me and explained. He was just straight-up honest: He said that I run gay websites, and they were big fans of mine. That isn't something I usually tell strangers, but we were all friends by now. I returned the question and asked how the four of them knew each other. I think Andrew had the same hesitancy that I had when asked the question, but Mel got in there first and said that Andrew used to date one of the older guys.

Wow, I did not see that coming at all.

There was a bit of joking and laughter while I recovered from the shock of that news. The discussion was then about sexuality and I was asked if I like girls at all. I explained that I'm not really into dating guys, prefer to date girls but am happy to have sex with either, or both. It was pretty hot talking about sexuality with four people and all of us wearing barely any clothing (I think the gay couple wore a t-shirt, but Andrew and I were shirtless and just in our speedos). My cock was stirring, so I jumped back into the water to cool down a little bit.

Just after midday, we pulled up the anchor and shot back to the harbour to drop Mel off. She had something going on that arvo and all of a sudden, my naughty radar went up.

Hugs all around - always weird hugging a chick wearing nothing but a speedo. Her last comment to Andrew as she left was, "Wear protection, honey." If I had known Andrew better, I would have inquired as to the meaning of that farewell. Instead, I played it cool as the boat got up on plane, and we headed to our next little cove.

Unlike our morning anchorage, our afternoon spot was a little bit busier; it was the famous Obelisk Beach. This is THE Sydney gay/nude/sex beach.

It was a party on the water with around twenty boats anchored, and the beach was full of guys wearing speedos at most, yes, lots of nudity. Music was pumping from the boats and it was a real party atmosphere. My cock was coming to life, who could blame me, I could see three guys fucking up on the rocks, a guy sucking off another guy on the beach and at least three gay couples making out.

After finishing anchor duties on the bow of the boat, I returned to the main area and received applause for my rather obvious erection.

I offered the Captain first dibs, but he said that he wanted to see a show before fucking me. That was Andrew's invitation to get on his knees between my thighs.

Andrew was rubbing my erection through the lycra of my speedos and mumbling something about it being a while since his last cock. I pulled my rock-hard cock out of the leg of my speedo, presenting it to him and he got to work. I believe that blowjobs are ten per cent technique and ninety per cent enthusiasm, and after a minute or so, Andrew was demonstrating both. It was pretty hot getting blown in public like that. If anyone on shore was watching, they would know what was going on.

Andrew's mouth was really working the head of my cock and it wasn't long until I was approaching orgasm. The Captain gave us two instructions. Andrew: don't spill any cum on my boat. Dave: make it as loud as you like.

I grabbed the back of Andrew's head with both hands, threw my head back and moaned very loudly. I think people on shore knew what we were up to by now. Andrew got a warning before my cock exploded in his mouth, and as per his instructions, he kept the suction up until my cock stopped twitching. Wow, I had been horny leading up to this day, and I felt so much more relaxed after my orgasm. I thanked Andrew and complimented him on his blowjob skills.

Andrew got to his feet and washed my cum load down with a swig of his beer; I tucked myself back into my speedo.

The Captain had more orders for us: I want you two to fuck up on the bow for everyone to see.

Wow, this was getting really hot, really quickly.

I asked permission to change quickly, and the Captain reluctantly agreed. Inside the cabin, I changed my speedo for an AussieBum jockstrap (better access for being fucked right?) and fetched condom, lube and two wide-brimmed hats (Akubra's). My thought on the hats is that guys might have cameras, and this might offer me a little bit of discretion.

Andrew was standing up on the bow in all his glory, stroking his cock slowly. The two older guys had gone up to the fly deck and were looking down at the show we were just about to give them.

I'm going to keep the rest of this experience a little bit private considering I have since found photos of what Andrew and I did on the fore deck, for both his discretion and for mine.  If I decide to write more, you know where to find it.