With Steffi below decks happily ensconced cleaning up the horrendous mess in the cabin, the men readied themselves for the end of the first half of the race, as they rounded the Farallons to race back in to San Francisco Bay. This involved photographing one of them holding up the morning’s paper with the far side of the island in the background as proof of life that they’d been there. But, that over, they settled into the long run back into the bay. Leaning against the cabin wall, staring back behind them, Jeff sat up suddenly. Approaching them with surprising speed was another racing yacht, about the same length but considerably wider. It had a large Australian flag sewn into the mainsail, and the side of the boat said Spirit of Oz, with many sponsorship decals all over it.

“My God, it’s Rod Barson!” Jeff shouted. And indeed it was, Rod Barson, the daredevil explorer who was attempting a solo circumnavigation of the globe in his sailboat. His adventures had been in the news and posted on his web site for weeks, and it had been known for sometime that his landfall in California might be the same day as the race. They’d hoped they might catch a glimpse of him from afar, but were really pumped they’d seem him up close.

As he drew alongside, Greg – ever the fratboy – yelled, “Hey, Barson! Wanna beer?!?” “Sure, mate!” exclaimed Barson. He was easily 6’4” and 240# of ripped Aussie muscle, wearing only a very skimpy, torn and faded pair of levi cutoffs. His skin was tanned golden brown, and he was covered absolutely everywhere with a dense underbrush of thick red fur. He expertly maneuvered his boat alongside and they passed him an ice cold can of Heineken. He popped it open and drained it in one swallow, reared his head back and let out a war whoop. “Now THAT’S what I’m talking ‘bout!” he roared. “Haven’t had one of those since I left Hawaii 10 days ago!”

“We’ve also got a hooker aboard,” confided Greg. “REALLY! A hot piece of tail would be a whole LOT better than a cold beer,” yelled Barson. “Permission to come aboard?” With a jaunty wave, Greg brought him in. Barson tossed a dockline to Greg, who cleated it up and pulled Spirit of Oz up against the stern of Equus. Barson jumped aboard, and Greg let the line free, and Spirit of Oz fell into tow about 20 feet behind them. Standing amongst the four others in the cockpit, Rod was like a man among men – so much bigger and hairier and more virile than any of them.

But that wasn’t slowing Greg down a bit. “Oh, STEPH-a-NIE! You’ve got a VIS-i-TOR!” he yelled. Standing in the cabin, Steffi popped her head up through the hatch and was face to face with Rod Barson’s monstrously bulging crotch. “My God, it’s Barson!” she chirped and hopped up into the now crowded cockpit. “You know who he is?” gaped Greg. “Of COURSE, silly! He was on the cover of People two weeks ago when he landed in Hawaii. I read he might be along the course today and took a chance he might be along. Do you think I wanted to spend 10 hours on this tub? Not that it hasn’t been fun!” she smiled sweetly at him. “C’mon big guy, let’s go inside.” With that, Steffi and Rod jumped downstairs into the cabin.

One glance into the cabin and Rod shook his head. No way would he fit in that cramped space. Looking around, he disconnected the leg of the dinette and put the table down in between the seats, moving the cushions around to make a double bed. Steffi was already naked and he dropped his cutoffs to the floor. The five of them gaped in shock at the enormous penis dangling between his legs. For a guy has big as he was, Rod wasn’t just built ‘in proportion’ he was almost ludicrously out of proportion, dangling heavily between his hairy legs almost halfway down to his knees.

Steffi fell to the floor, picked up his gigantic phallus, rolled his prodigious foreskin back and attempted to suck his cock. She could barely get the head into her mouth, much less any of the shaft. Yet she kept trying and trying to get her jaw open wider to fit it in. “Relax, luv, most can’t even get that far,” he grinned. “Got some lube?” Still trying to take Rod’s python of a cock into her mouth, Steffi nodded vigorously. Jeff and Brett, their eyes riveted on Rod’s giant genitals, passed over a squirt bottle of lube from the counter.

“Here luv,” said Barson and he squirted a generous dollop of lube into Steffi’s palm, and guided it over the purple head of his penis, which was nearly as big as a tennis ball. “Squeeze it. More. More. More. Little more. There. Right there.” Then, he pulled his foreskin forward, up and over the first and second knuckles of her hand. Rod Barson had docked himself by pulling his foreskin up over Steffi’s hand. Everyone else but him gasped in shock, but this was obviously nothing new for him. “Move your hand around,” he commanded quietly. She did and he began groaning quietly. “So fuckin’ horny, haven’t gotten off since Hawaii,” he whispered.

After a minute or two, he hooked his big hairy paws under her armpits and hoisted her up in the air as easily as a child with a doll. She instinctively tucked her legs up over his shoulders as he lowered her onto his now-rigid cock. She could literally feel the lips of her pussy pushing his foreskin off the head of his penis as he began his monumental, relentless intrusion inside of her. Inch after inch after inch he slowly and carefully impaled her – stopping every minute or so to rotate her back and forth around his thick shaft. She whimpered and gasped and groaned alternatively trying to bury him deeper inside her, and stopping short when the pressure became too much.

“There’s no room to fuck on that little bed, and I can’t go much longer, babe,” Barson said. “Let’s change it up.” In one swift move he lifted her up off of him and set her on her feet and she immediately collapsed in shock on the floor. The sudden emptiness inside left her dizzy and wanting – craving – his mammoth cock more than ever.

“Okay, here’s the drill,” Rod instructed. “Squat on your feet, and wrap your arms real tight around your knees.” He laid back on the dinette with his feet on the floor. “You lot,” he nodded at Greg and Hank, “pick her up one hand on the elbow and one on the arse.” They did. “Hold her above me, and you lot,” nodding at Brett and Jeff, “pick up my penis and guide her inside me.” Somehow he’d figured out the dynamics – Jeff and Brett didn’t need to be asked twice. It took almost a minute of Up! Down! A little forward! Over to the left! Before THERE! – and Jeff and Brett were able to guide the Rod’s swollen phallus back inside Steffi again, as she let out a gurgling gasp of pleasure.

Without further instruction, everyone seemed to know their part. Rod lay still, as Greg and Hank hoisted her up and down off of his cock, with Jeff and Brett steadying it and maintaining everyone in position, using their one free hand each to grab his huge testicles and pull and stretch them back and forth. Looking up at Hank and Greg, Rod made a twirling motion with his big finger and – carefully – they began handing Steffi from hand to hand as they spun her in slow circles around his engorged cock. A minute of that was all it took for Rod to have an enormous, shouting, bucking orgasm. After a moment, everybody slowly relaxed and they let Steffi – still impaled on his mammoth purple member, sink down on this hairy sunburnt god.

“Pass me a towel,” she whispered. But as she lifted herself off of Rod and his cock fell out of her and slapped down onto her belly, a massive gush of his sperm fell out of her. She grabbed the towel and held it against her pussy, trying to sop up the mammoth amount of his cum that kept oozing out of her. She rolled to the side and got up. “Hate to hump and run, but I’ve got a press conference at 5 pm at Pier 39,” he stated cheerily. “Ta blokes, it’s been awesome. And Miss Steffi, I believe I’m at the Mark Hopkins all week.”

He threw his shorts back on, bounded up into the cockpit, pulled Spirit of Oz back in, jumped on her bow, untied the dockline, and jumped into the cockpit, raised the sail and quickly gained speed, passing Equus with a blast of his airhorn as he continued on into San Francisco and his next stop on his trip around the globe.