While Greg had been down in the cabin giving Steffi her first serious fuck of the day, Jeff and Brett had been lounging around playing peekaboo with each other, letting their cocks and balls fall out of their shorts “accidentally.” They were both now rigidly erect, practically drooling with desire. Sipping a beer and working the rudder, Hank appeared oblivious.

“So, Costerman and Ettore,” Greg said, “Is one of you gonna go down and hit that shit, or are ya just gonna homo yourselves off all day?” He’d obviously sized up what was going on between them. Jeff shot him a look of venomous contempt but then, without a word, they got up and went down into the cabin together. They began the same ritual of stepping out of their clothes – but helping each other with the buttons and snaps, and as hairy chests and penises came free, gently touching and stroking each other. “See,” exclaimed Greg triumphantly, “What’d I tell you. What a waste of perfectly good pussy.” Hank had been paying more attention than it appeared, and he had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen. He just snorted and said nothing.

Jeff and Brett shot Greg the bird over the shoulders and then went into the small cabin where Steffi lay waiting. “Well,” she exclaimed. “If it isn’t the boys who like boys? What can I do for you? Whatever it is, it won’t be as much effort as fucking your buddy Captain Longhorn!” “I’m not so sure,” said Jeff. “We want to double you.” Steffi was a shrewd woman and it didn’t take her long to figure out. “So, gay, only not so gay with you both in me at once,” she stated. “And you figure your buddy Greg stretched me out with that big horsecock of his.” Jeff and Brett just grinned and nodded.

She examined their cocks with a professional’s judicious eye. “Brett, you’re thicker. Lie down on your back.” He did, and straddled him and impaled herself with one smooth motion that left them both gasping. She glanced over her shoulder at Jeff. “Okay, go for the prize, you know what to do. I think.” she said with a wicked grin.

Up on deck, Greg and Hank were wondering what was going to happen. There had been silence for several minutes. All of a sudden there was a loud bang, a muffled curse, and then the hatch cover on the front deck popped open and the top of Jeff’s head popped out. From the motions he was making, he was obviously fucking.

After a moment of struggle, he’d slipped his cock inside Steffi, rubbing right along the swollen length of his buddy Jeff, who was already inside her. Struggling to get a purchase and maneuver in the small cabin, he bashed his head against the ceiling, swore, and then undogged and popped open the hatch with one hand.

“’tha fuck?!?” shouted Greg, unsure of what was going on. “Double penetration! Yeah BAY-BEE, YEAH!” yelled Jeff. It was getting more than a bit hot in the cabin as the three of them contorted themselves. Two bi guys fucking a girl all at once was too much for the three of them to bear. “I don’t know how much of this I can take,” groaned Steffi. “Us either,” said Jeff and Brett almost simultaneously. The sheer eroticism of the moment swept over the three of them and they all came, noisily, within seconds of each other. “Funny, I didn’t make her do that,” thought Greg. “Funny, Greg didn’t make me do that,” thought Steffi. With almost zero room to maneuver in the cramped cabin, Jeff and Brett & Steffi managed to untangle themselves and fell back on their elbows, laughing uproariously. “God that was fun,” giggled Steffi. “Are you guys always like that?” Jeff and Brett blushed and ducked their heads.

Easing out of the tiny cabin, they found another towel and gently wiped each other off as best they could before getting dressed and coming back up on deck. Greg looked at them with a lecherous leer. “So it took the two of you fruits to get her off, maybe there’s some hope for you after all.”

Next, Hank gets off. Then an orgy.