A first course of food, a second of Nils' ass!

Selim watched his wives Bess and Faraway settle down from the dose of aphrodisiac he had given them. The bitter taste would be melting away now, and the warmth would be spreading across their bodies. He stirred up the cup of wine he had prepared for young Nils, in whose honor tonight's gathering was. Well, for Nils and himself, the master of the house returned from sea.

"Cow," Faraway muttered. She pulled up her chin. With her height, the ivory-skinned woman could look down on everyone in the room.

"Bitch," Bess retorted under her breath and set her broad shoulders.

"Peace, my ladies," Selim said. "Take the banquet to the roof garden, and I will fetch young master Nils from the bath. Then you will have a stake to contend for."

Nils looked up from the bath to see his host, Selim the steersman, standing in the doorway.

"Our feast is prepared," Selim said. He extended a hand. "My wives and I beg to offer the full hospitality of our house. I trust that you will share in all its pleasures."

"All its pleasures?" Nils asked.

Selim nodded. "Food, drink, conversation, and my lovely wives. Tonight all that is mine is yours."

Nils nodded, not quite understanding.

Selim helped Nils from the bath, looking him over. The young man had filled out and taken some color on his head and arms from his first full voyage, but the skin of his body still had the softness of youth and he had few of the calluses and scars that would mark a long-working sailor. Bess and Faraway would like that. And he had trimmed his fingernails. Someone had taught him well. His slim prick drooped, the foreskin covering the head.

Selim handed Nils a towel of unaccustomed softness and took another to dry the young man's back and buttocks. Nils's rear port seemed healthy. Selim smiled. Though Nils had been used by the older sailors, he had not been ill-used. Tonight Selim would school Nils to use other sailors with care, by mutual example.

Selim draped Nils in a loose dressing gown, as he himself was dressed, and led him to the roof garden to join Bess and Faraway. He wondered for a moment where his third, Rania, might find herself, but that would have to stay a mystery tonight.

Selim seated Nils opposite himself, between buxom dark-skinned Bess and tall, ivory-skinned Faraway. The two women wore sheer shifts leaving little to the imagination, whether the puckered domes of Bess's thick, erect nipples or the precise contours of Faraway's slim hips and long, long legs. Selim chose delicacies for Nils's plate, while the two women served him, laughing and giving him knowing looks -- direct in his eye from Bess, and with a hooded, sidelong glance from Faraway. The two women breathed quickly and deeply, their breasts rising and falling under Nils's gaze, and their nostrils flared as they breathed in.

"Ah," Selim said. "We have done good justice to our first course. Let us not stuff ourselves now, but leave an edge." He cleared his throat. "I have other diversions in mind, and we will refresh ourselves again in good time. He took a puff from a water pipe, and offered it to Nils. Nils took in a puff, and held his breath briefly as Selim directed. Things seemed a trifle softer-edged and hazy, and the glints of light on metal showed little rainbows as they flashed.

Selim continued, "And now, a toast to a loyal shipmate, and honored guest. Your cup, Nils," he indicated, proffering a goblet.

Nils took the cup and Selim took a matching one.

"To your health, your comfort, and your pleasure, I pledge the hospitality of the house. For we have eaten bread and salt together, tonight, what is mine is yours. My home, my goods, and my wives," Selim toasted.

Nils nodded, reaching for words for a reply.

Faraway rolled her eyes up and to the side while Selim was looking at Nils. Bess frowned at her.

"Drink, Nils," Selim directed.

Nils's host drank, and Nils followed suit. It was a strong, rich red wine, with a tang of resinous bitterness. His face flushed pink, and he felt a wave of warmth spread through his body. He fanned himself with his hand.

Bess laughed. "Silly boy," she said. "If you are hot, take off your gown, and let us fan you."

Nils let the two women remove his loose gown. A half-erection bobbed under his navel.

Bess and Faraway blotted the sheen of bitter aphrodisiac sweat from the young man's body with soft towels and fanned him gently with woven palm-leaf fans.

"I am feeling warm myself," Selim said. He doffed his gown, revealing his taut, work-hardened limbs and trunk. His half-erect penis was a match for Nils. "My honored guest, your limbs must be tight from your working journey," he told Nils. "Lie down here and my wives will knead out your pains."

Nils lay down in a soft pile of towels and cushions that Selim indicated. Bess and Faraway fetched sweet oil, warming it in their hands before they smoothed it across his skin. Bess massaged his temples as Faraway traced his arms and fingers. Bess kneaded his chest and sides as Faraway tickled his thighs, laughing at but avoiding his three-quarter erection. Bess worked the muscles of his thighs and along his shins as Faraway delicately threaded her fingertip touches through his toes and the sensitive bits between the calluses on his feet.

At Bess's touch on his hip, Nils turned to face down. Selim joined his two wives to massage Nils's naked body. Bess's strong arms kneaded his shoulders. Selim worked his feet and legs. Faraway's teasing fingertips worked their way around his smooth, pale buttocks, his upper thighs, and the folds between them. Faraway chuckled as she saw the root of Nils's penis swelling and his pink ball sac tightening at her touch.

After a patch of tracing and tickling and teasing, Faraway winked at Selim.

"Ah, it is time," Selim said. He touched Nils's tightening balls. "Nils, would you grant me, your shipmate, the favor of entering your back port?"

"Yes sir," Nils said. His body been demanded before, but never so politely. Nils got shakily up on all fours, expecting Selim to enter him in the sailors' most preferred position, square from behind. He had feared that Selim would take him this way as compensation for his hospitality.

"No, Nils," Selim said. "Lie back, be at ease." He helped Nils to recline on the soft pile of towels and rugs, arranging a small, firm pillow under his tailbone. Selim slid under Nils's knees, his wiry, tight-muscled body crossing the T under the younger man. "You need not brace for an ****."

Faraway offered Nils a puff from the water pipe. He took a pull, holding the smoke in as before. His body felt heavy and soft. Nils breathed out and in. He felt the steersman's prick probing under his balls. To Nils's surprise, when Selim found the mark, his prick head slipped right in.

Faraway smirked when she saw Nils flinch slightly. She moved around to get a better view of Selim's brown shaft impaling the young sailor two inches beneath his pink balls. Bess rested to the side, watching Selim's face.

"You see, Nils?" Selim said. "It is not always about mastery, about one man taking from the other. And even when it is, the taking need not be cruel. You will take from me thus, tonight."

The steersman's hand found Nils's half-erect prick. With a couple of strokes, it swelled to full stiffness. Carefully gauging his hand-strokes and his prick-thrusts, Selim masturbated Nils toward climax as he pleasured himself in the young man's ass. Selim felt his own prick start twitching and swelling, and eased off on his thrusts as he redoubled his hand-strokes on the young sailor's penis. Selim smiled as he felt twitches in Nils's penis echoed by his ass clutching Selim's penis.

"A-ah-aaa-a-AAAH!" Nils groaned as his cock swelled in Selim's hand, shooting seed up into the air and spattering Nils's chest and belly. Each double heartbeat brought another groan and another spurt. The powerful sensations dimmed Nils's sight and rocked his body like mighty waves.

Selim released Nils's cock and let loose, thrusting into the young sailor's clenching ass. Selim's hips bucked and his own primed cock fired, shooting gouts of hot seed deep into his shipmate's body. Selim's breath hissed through gritted teeth as he came, keeping his climax quiet, as was his habit.

Selim excused himself to cleanse his penis as Bess and Faraway attended to Nils, gently kissing his cheeks and stroking his body, blotting up the sticky trails of seed on his skin.

Nils lay back, his body humming with electric warmth. The lamps cast little rainbow trails around their flames. His mouth was dry. Bess held a cup of water for him to drink. He had felt so spent, so close to the edge of dreams, but the simple cup of sweet water restored him. His vision cleared to see Bess's gentle smile and Faraway's knowing smirk. Selim had returned and was sitting to one side, puffing slowly at the water pipe.

"You are back with us, Nils," Selim said, smiling at the younger sailor.

Faraway squeezed Nils's prick, which swelled instantly at her touch. "Ah ha, back indeed, young man," she said. "How shall we continue your education?"

"It's time he felt a woman's touch," Bess said. "And learned to touch a woman."

"Who would like to take the lead in guiding this young man?" Selim asked, looking to Bess and Faraway. "And as Bess says, to be sure he learns how to give pleasure as well as take?"

"Heh," Faraway said, "Master, is it not your turn to part cheeks for the lad? You would school him in gentleness to the next young cabin boy or new-shipped sailor he covers, as Nils as been covered himself."

"Perhaps so," Selim pondered. He looked to their guest, who was looking from Selim to Bess to Faraway with bright, slightly glassy eyes. "What would you say, Nils? Would you honor one of my wives next, or would you learn on me how to put your prick to a man for your pleasure without the clumsiness and cruelty you have endured?"

Nils looked at the near-bare bodies of dark, buxom Bess, tall, ivory-skinned Faraway, and his host, the wiry, sun-touched steersman Selim. His cock swelled to full erection and his mouth felt dry again.