Date: Mon, 19 Apr 1999 20:33:26 PDT
From: Jeffy <jeffs71@hotmail.com>
Subject: Y Boy Part 7

"Y" Boy Part 7

By Jeffy


All of the usual disclaimers apply.  This story is entirely fictional.  No
house pets, rain forests or lab animals were harmed in the writing of this
story.  It is intended for adults only.  You can send comments or
constructive criticism to Jeffs71@Hotmail.com.  Flames will be ignored so
don't bother.

Otherwise, enjoy!

I'd like to thank everyone who responded to me about the previous parts of
this story, and everyone who urged me to keep it a sweet love story.  I
hope that you all enjoy this one just as much.  This story depicts gay
characters having unsafe, unprotected sex.  Obviously, this is not reality
and should be taken as such.  Be safe!


"I don't know.  I'm makin' this up as I go." - - Dr. I. Jones


Chapter 14 - Cruisin'

Cory and I both had a great time on the camping trip.  The more I was
around Michael and Sean the closer I felt to both of them, and I know Cory
felt the same way.  By now it was late September and Cory had started
school again, so I didn't see him every night anymore.  I knew that he had
homework and things to do, so I tried not to feel sorry for myself (after
all, we still spent every weekend together).  However, on this night I had
something to discuss with both Cory and Catherine.  I rang their bell, and
Cory answered the door.

"Jeff!" Cory exclaimed, gesturing me to come inside.  I did and he was in
my arms in a flash.  God, how I love the feel of him in my arms, his clean
boy smell filling my nose with his scent.

"Hiya kiddo!  Mom home?  I need to talk to you both about something."

"Yeah, she's home, but first things first!"  Then he put both hands behind
my head and pulled me down for a long, wet, deep, passionate kiss.  Lately
he'd become even more passionate and active in our lovemaking (if that was
possible) and seemed to be totally insatiable.  And I loved every minute of
it.

Catherine walked in and leaned against the wall, watching us with a gentle
smile on her face.  As we broke the kiss I felt my face heating.  Damn, I'm
37 years old!  Too old to blush like a kid, but there I was, red as a
tomato.  Catherine, laughing, came over and kissed me on the cheek.  I was
so lucky that she understood about our relationship!  We all went into the
den to talk.  We sat on the couch and Cory, the little devil, sat in my lap
and wiggled his butt.  He knew just how to get me hot and bothered, but
tonight I had something to discuss with Catherine.

"Cory, could you leave us alone to talk for a few minutes, please?" I asked
him.

"Do I have to?  I wanna stay."

"Yes, you have to, and I promise I'll tell you what your mom and I talk
about later.  Now scoot!"  I gave him a swat on his ass to get him moving.
He made a face and stuck out his tongue, but he went.

"What is it?  Is something wrong?" Catherine asked me with concern.

"No, nothing like that at all," I laughed.  "Exactly the opposite, in
fact."  I had to smile at her concern for me.  "I'm going on a cruise the
last week in October.  I'd made the reservation months ago, before Cory and
I met.  I know he's in school and all now, but..."

"You want to take him with you."  She said not as a question but as a
statement of fact.

"Yes, I'd love to, but I don't want him to fall behind at school.  Do you
think there's any way I could?"

She grinned at me, and I again found myself thinking how attractive she
was.  "Possibly, but he'd have to be a week ahead in school at the time.
Homework and all, too.  He'd have a lot of hard work to do.  Think he's be
willing?"

I grinned right back at her.  "Let's find out, why don't we?  Cory, you can
come in now." I called in a slightly louder voice.  He was in the room in a
flash, again in my arms.  Catherine and I explained the deal to him, and
the conditions.  His mouth fell open in astonishment as he listened.

"Well, what do you say?  It'll be a lot of very hard work to get that far
ahead in school.  Are you willing to do that?"

He just grinned.  "Yes, yes, yes, I'll work harder than anyone!  I'll set a
new world record in homework!  I'll win the gold medal for paying attention
in class!  Anything!"

We all cracked up at his quips.  For all his fun, I knew that he'd have the
time of his life.  If, that is, he was able to go.

The weeks fairly flew by after that and I saw even less of Cory than usual.
I really have to hand it to him, he buckled down and got to work since he
knew I was serious about taking him only if he could get approval from
Catherine.  We still saw each other on the weekends, and we had a memorable
sleep over with James and Matt (but that's another story), but all Cory
thought (and talked) about was our upcoming vacation.

Now, I had never been on a real vacation as an adult.  Since I had my own
business, it always seemed that I was to busy, or it was too expensive, or
I had too many jobs going on at the time.  I booked a cruise since I felt
that it was the only way I could really get away from everything for a
while.  It proved easy to book another airline ticket, and the cruise line
really didn't care too much (though they did up the fee, just a little.  On
principle, I guess.) since it was still only one cabin.  Now I only had to
let Cory do his stuff, if he could.

I needn't have worried.  Cory got all A's on every quiz in September and
October after that, and was ahead of his class by the time it came to go.
I was on another planet with joy!  I mean, an exotic Caribbean cruise with
my angel, what could be better?  Cory was also beside himself with joy,
almost driving me to distraction (like he doesn't do that anyway) in the
week before the trip.  He must have looked through the cruise brochure a
thousand times, memorizing every feature and amenity that the ship had to
offer.  Finally, the day came (and none too soon, believe me).

Cory stayed over my house that Sunday so that we could pack and get an
early start to the airport (if you've ever flown out of Newark
International, you'll know what I mean about getting there early).  As a
treat I'd booked a full stretch limo to the airport since the price was
pretty reasonable and I was NOT leaving my car there for a solid week.  I
had gone out and purchased a big 32" upright suitcase for me and a somewhat
smaller one for Cory at Macy*s on sale.  I just can't resist a good sale!
We both probably overpacked, but I knew that it was better to have too much
underwear than not enough.

"You're taking your clubs?  On vacation with us?"  Cory asked me.

"Of course, they'd be lonely here all alone!"  Cory just giggled at me.
"Besides," I said, "you're taking yours too.  And we'll get a change to
play on a real course, in paradise.  No way I'm passing that up!"  I'd been
teaching my little angel to play, and he'd been doing very well.  I had
also bought him a nice set of youth clubs, complete with a carry bag.  I
judged that he was ready for a "real" round of golf, even though he was a
bit nervous.  I was also bringing my old scuba things, even though I was no
longer open water certified (as I said earlier, no time to go, so it had
long ago expired); I figured I could at least use the mask and snorkel, as
well as my pro-quality jet fins.

Well, Cory was bouncing off the walls Sunday night, so I finally resorted
to fucking him long and hard (well, firmly anyway since I would never
knowingly hurt him) so that we could both get some rest.  It worked, too.
We both slept like logs, with Cory wrapped up in my arms.  I drifted off
with his slightly sweaty scent in my nostrils and had one of the wildest
dreams I ever had!  I woke up in the morning with Cory underneath me,
moaning as I gently humped him.  Needless to say, it was startling to wake
up, well, in the midst so to speak.

"OH, that's so good, yes, oh yes!"  My little angel gasped at me as he came
and his velvety rectum clamped down on my hard cock, which promptly
erupted.  Jeez, was I sore!  We both lay sweating and gasping.

"Wow, what a night!  You were fantastic!  How did you manage to come three
times last night?  Pretty good for an old fart." Cory gushed as he caught
his breath.

"Three times?  We only made love once last night and again this morning.
Didn't we?"  I said, looking at Cory's smiling face.

"Yeah, once before bed and then again, twice, during the night.  It was
great!"  Sure enough, there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

I looked at him in disbelief.  I'd had very randy dreams, yeah, but could
we have done it while I was dreaming?  It didn't seem possible, yet I'd
woken up with a sore dick and a well-fucked boy.  The sexual performance of
my entire life, and I slept through it!

"Oh, poor baby!  Were you really asleep?"  Cory laughed at me.

"Yep, sound asleep.  I hope you had a good enough time for both of us!  I
guess my subconscious loves you too.  Can't say I blame it."  I just
grinned at him.  I"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Nope, just made me feel REAL good."  He snuggled close to me.  He was a
great snuggler, but we had to get up and shower if we wanted to make our
flight.  I pulled the covers off, prompting Cory to tell me that I was
subjecting him to cruel and inhuman punishment.  He rolled over onto his
belly, but I snapped his butt with a towel to get him moving.  It did that!
He got revenge by snapping mine as we got out of the shower.  I made him
stop at that point or else we never would have gotten dressed.

We had a quick breakfast, then got a call from the limo service that the
car would be here in 5 minutes.  I have to say that we were both bouncing
off the walls with excitement.  We went outside to wait, and within a
couple of minutes a big, sleek stretch Lincoln Continental stretch pulled
up.  I could tell that Cory was impressed, even though he was trying to be
cool about it.  The driver put our bags in the trunk and off we went!  Cory
kept remarking how nice the limo was, and how much he was looking forward
to the trip all the way to the airport.  We got to the airport and checked
in, checking our bags all the way through to the ship.  I had to speak to
Cory sharply to get him to give a straight answer to the guy at the baggage
check-in (they have no sense of humor and I could only imagine what Cory
wanted to say.  I had no desire to spend the rest of the day in lock-up,
thank you).  (Note: for those of you not in the US, they ask if you packed
your bags yourself and if anyone else has given you anything to carry on
for them.  Like a terrorist wouldn't lie, duh!)

We were travelling first class, courtesy of all the miles I had racked up
in business travel.  I thought Cory's head would fall off he was swiveling
it around so much to look at everything.  We got on the plane, and my
little tart flirted outrageously with the stewardesses in first class.  I
honestly think that if I wasn't there he might have become a member of the
'mile high club'!  Well, the flight was nice and smooth and the lunch they
served us was very good.  I did notice that the pilot was a bit of a
hotdog, really accelerating on takeoff and wasting no time in climbing to
altitude.  Cory had his nose pressed up against the window in rapt
fascination, and I could only grin at his happiness.  As usual, I had my
nose in a new book as soon as the plane had leveled off and Cory did the
same.  He was reading "Ender's Game" by Orson Scott Card, one of the finest
SF books ever (in my humble opinion) and I knew Cory would like it since
the protagonist was a kid.

Touchdown was a little on the rough side due to crosswinds in Miami and
Cory grabbed my hand as we touched down.  The pilot then came on the
intercom to apologize for the rough landing, tell us the weather in Miami,
and wish us a nice day.  We were both wearing shorts which we'd changed
into during the flight (I knew it would be hot in Miami, and I was right).
We were met at the gate by a cruise line representative and with a few of
our fellow passengers put on a bus for the ride to the ship.  It was kind
of funny, less than a dozen people on a full-sized bus.  Of course we
chatted with our fellow passengers and we did meet a very nice couple, Dave
and Linda, who would be on the cruise with us.  They were in their early
twenties, and he had just run in the Marine Corps marathon the day before.
We chatted back and forth amiably until Linda became motion sick on the bus
to the ship, if you can believe that.  I remember thinking that this did
not bode well for her vacation spending a week on a boat!  It was easy to
tell when we got close to our destination since the ships were all lined up
at the dock.

God!  The thing was huge!  The cruise rep told us that she was 808 feet
long and 102 feet in beam, and when built was the largest cruise ship in
the world, massing 74,000 tons.  To me it looked like an endless white
steel wall, and I heard Cory utter a reverent "Jeez!" as he saw it.  I
nudged him and whispered "Our love boat!" in his ear, which caused him to
lose it completely.

Getting on the ship was like leaving the country, what with going through
customs and all.  I was glad that I'd had Cory get a passport and brought
mine with me (you don't technically need one, but it makes things easier).
We walked into the ship, and it was like walking into the fancy lobby of a
fancy four-star hotel!  There was a large atomic clock sculpture and a
four-story open-air mall with glass elevators.  Wow!  Both of us only
stared in open-mouthed shock until a waiter bearing a tray of free drinks
came around.  Hmmm, I could get to like it here!  I took a sip and I could
feel my eyes bug out!  Talk about strong!  Cory wanted a sip, but we got a
non-alcoholic one for him, much to his disappointment.

"Wow, this isn't what I expected!" Cory exclaimed.

"Me either, kiddo." I told him, tousling his hair fondly.  "Well, let's
pick out our activities for the week, over there."  I pointed to a big
table they had set up with a sign telling everyone that they had to select
all of their activities by the time we undocked at 5:00.  After a bit of
back and forth with my angel, we selected golf on Tuesday, snorkeling on
Wednesday (at the cruise line's own private island, no less), and a
catamaran trip on Thursday.  Cory would also spend some time in the Kids
Club when we weren't doing any of these activities.  Cory's face was
glowing with excitement as we set out to find our cabin and explore the
ship.

We did find our cabin, which was, well, small.  I'd expected no less, but
hey, we were really only going to sleep there.

"It's kinda little, isn't it?"  Cory asked, a little hesitantly.

"Yeah love, but we won't spend much time here.  Just to sleep, and ahem,
maybe other things too!"  This got a giggle from my angel as we looked
around the cabin.  I checked off the "double bed" box on the room card,
hoping that they wouldn't really notice.  I'd be dammed if I was sleeping
in single beds!

Cory, ever subtle, grabbed my dick through my shorts and grinned at me.
"Wanna?" was all he said.

I rolled my eyes at him.  "Maybe later, you little hornball!  Right now, we
gotta report with our life vests for lifeboat drill.  Didn't you hear the
announcement?  Or do you want to go down with the ship?"  I pinched his
lovely ass several times to get him moving.  Damn. He even looked cute in
his life vest!

Well, judging from the drill if the ship did go down we were all gonna die.
It was an exercise in controlled chaos, having 2,100 people speaking every
language under the sun doing ANYTHING at the same time.  I was a bit
surprised that there was a large number of people from Europe and a group
of 400 Koreans all travelling together (they were the most organized by
far, I had to admire that).  A kind crewmember noticed Cory and replaced
his adult life vest with a child-sized one.  I had to grab Cory and put my
hand over his mouth to stop his case of the giggles at the drill.  Of
course he started licking my hand as I did this so I retaliated with a "wet
willie".  I could tell he was going to be a handful!

After our bags were delivered and we unpacked, we set out to explore the
ship.  We found 2 piano bars, theatres, a bowling alley (really!), karioke
bar, you name it!  It was amazing!  We basically explored until it was time
for dinner and we found our seats in the main dining room at a large table
with about a dozen other people, all very nice.  Some were newlyweds, some
celebrating a special anniversary, and a couple of guys travelling alone.
Conversation was lively and the food was incredible!  I couldn't decide
between Key Lime pie and Chocolate Blackout cake for dessert so the waiter
brought me both.  I could definitely get to like it here!  After dinner it
was time for the show, which was also excellent, almost as good as
something on Broadway.

The show over, we went on desk to sit and watch the stars around the pool.
There was a hurricane in the western Caribbean so the sea was a little
rough and we were really rockin' and rollin' that night.  Cory and I were
both bemused at the sight of the swimming pools actually sloshing from side
to side.  The feeling of holding Cory close, with the sea and the stars was
beginning to get me hot so we went back to our cabin for a little while
before the midnight buffet.  I was gratified to note that the two single
beds had been converted to one double bed.  I grabbed Cory and slung him
onto the bed.

"Now I have you right where I want you!" I told him with a sinister laugh.
"You can't get away, I'll have my way with you!"

"Oh, goodie, just what I was hoping for!" was his rejoinder.

I couldn't wait, so I just pinned him to the bed and took off his shorts,
exposing his firm, white butt cheeks.  We almost always got completely
nekkid for sex, but this time I found the sight of my angel wearing only
his socks and shirt to be incredibly sexy.  Even though we hadn't showered
or had enemas before, I just had to taste his boyhole.  I spread his cheeks
and just looked at his slightly puffy hole.  What a glorious sight!  I
teased him for a while, licking down his crack and around (but not
touching) his hole.  He was going wild, squirming and moaning and begging
me to stick my tongue in as I held him down on the bed.  Finally I took
pity on him and began to lick and nibble on his special spot right below
his balls since I knew it drove him absolutely nuts.  He began panting and
yelling at me.

"Don't tease me!  Please, please please, I need it!"

How could I refuse an offer like that?  I flipped him over onto his back,
quickly lubed up my dick, and firmly inserted it in his waiting boyhole.  I
heard him gasp since I usually took care to insert it gently, but I was
caught up in an incredible haze of lust as I began to fuck my lover.  Over
and over I pounded it into him as he thrust his ass back and drooled on the
sheets, unable to do more than squeak.  After a few minutes of this, I just
had to cum!  I thrust my dick deep into him as I shot a huge load in his
tender rectum; I could feel him having his own junior orgasm at the same
time and that increased pressure on my cock sent me into another level of
heaven.  For a long time we just lay on the bed and panted, recovering our
strength.

What had I done?  It was the first time I was anything but gentle and
loving with my angel.  We'd just fucked our brains out, as opposed to
making love, and believe me I was very aware of the difference at that
moment.

"Cory, baby, I'm so sorry!  Tell me I didn't hurt you, please!"

"Huh?"  He rolled over and looked up at me.  "That was great!  You'd never
hurt me, Jeff.  Besides, I loved it.  Sometimes I like it kinda hard.  Sean
fucks me like that, too."

Thank God!  "You're not upset?"

He smiled sweetly at me.  "Do I look upset?  You always seem to think
you'll break me or something.  I'm not made of glass."

I smiled down at him, loving him more than ever.  "No, you nudnik, you're a
rough tough cream puff!"  With that I began tickling him as he shouted with
laughter and begged me to let him up.

"Hehehe, please, no, hehe, let me up!"  He panted breathlessly.

"What's the magic word?" I asked him.

"I'm gonna pee on the bed!!"  He managed to squeal.

"Oops, close enough!"  I let him up so he could scamper into the bathroom
and relieve himself.  He was in there for a while so I kind of rolled over
onto my stomach and relaxed.

THWACK!  The wet end of a towel snapped me perfectly on my right butt
cheek.  "YEOW!"  I yelled and jumped while my little angel (devil?)
collapsed with laughter.

"Pretty good reflexes for an old guy!" he told me.

"Why you little..."  I began stalking him around the small cabin, growling
menacingly.  He dodged right, left, and then surprised me by jumping into
my arms and kissing me passionately.  The kid was in rare form tonight!  I
glanced at my travel alarm clock as we broke the kiss.

"Shit!  We've gotta get going if we want to make the buffet!"

We hurriedly got into our clothes and made it to the famous Midnight Buffet
with about two seconds to spare.  I looked at it and felt faint.  Shit,
there was an incredible amount of food there!  When we got to the dessert
table, they had four varieties of cheesecakes and no less than three
different chocolate cakes there!  Hmmm, I was beginning to REALLY like it
on the ship.  Of course, Cory and I felt it was our sacred obligation to
try all of the desserts and we headed back to our cabin moaning and
groaning.  We collapsed on the bed with a bad case of 'stuffed puppy
syndrome'.  Rousing myself, I got up and got the pepto from the bathroom (I
make it a point to plan ahead) and dosed Cory before downing some myself.
I quickly stripped my angel and just lay there lightly stroking his skin
from his face down to his distended little tummy.  He just relaxed into a
deep sleep, trusting me completely.  How I loved him!

The next morning, after a great breakfast (I figured that I'd have to do a
zillion floors on the Stairmaster when I got back just to work off the food
I'd eaten so far) we hit the Paradise Island Golf Club.  Cory was a little
nervous about playing on a real course for the first time, but we were
paired with a very nice older British couple who made him feel at ease.  I
volunteered to hit first and ripped it up the right side with a nice little
power draw on the shot.  Our playing partners hit, and then Cory did
(hitting from the reds; we all agreed to call them 'youth tees' for the
round) hitting it right down the center about 150 yards.  Cries of "Well
done!" and "Nicely struck!" could be heard and Cory gave me the most
radiant smile I'd ever seen.

I nudged the arm of the older British gentleman and grinned at him.  "No
johnson rule today!" I told him, causing him to sputter with laughter.  I
guess that one is universal to all golfers.  (Note for non-golfers: the
johnson rule is as follows - if you don't hit it past the women's tee, you
have to pull your dick out and play the rest of the hole like that to prove
you're a man.)  The scenery was spectacular, the day warm and beautiful,
and the shots mostly good.  Whenever Cory got too intense I'd tickle him or
make a joke to help him relax.

On one hole, Cory cried, "Jeff, quick. Come look!"

I did, and was astounded to see dozens of little heads sticking up out of
the water of a small pond.  I could only laugh in delight along with my
lover as the turtles in the pond shamelessly begged for a handout.  Cory
fed them some saltines that he had in his pocket and they seemed most
appreciative for the snack.

By mid afternoon it was quite hot and we were done with our round.  In case
you're interested, I shot an 84 (picture me patting myself on the back) and
Cory had a 101 (good for his age and size, not to mention his first time on
a real course).  We went back to the ship, found some lunch, and took a nap
before dinner.  Cory wanted to do some activities in the Kids Club that
night, so I went to the show with the young couple we'd met on the bus (and
yes, she was STILL motion sick).  I did see my angel that night as the kids
were on a scavenger hunt and wanted to know what we had to trade for a pair
of boxers with the cruise line's logo on them (nothing, as it turned out).
We both rolled into bed after the buffet totally bushed.  We didn't even
make love, just held each other close.

The next day the ship pulled into CocoKay, the cruise line's private
island.  Snorkeling was on the schedule, and I couldn't wait.  It had been
over ten years since I was in the water, but I was sure it would come back
to me.  Cory wanted to go play on the beach so I just laughed and turned
him loose as I found a convenient hammock and kicked back.  CocoKay is the
most beautiful place I've ever seen, with the pristine white sand and the
deep blue ocean.  Speaking of beautiful, I noticed a young German lad
playing nearby about Cory's age.  He was tall and slim, white-blond and
totally gorgeous!  He also had an incredible layer of fine down covering
his chest and back.  It looked so soft I longed to run my hands over him
but managed to hide it as he notice me smiling at him and returned it with
an impudent grin of his own.

Just then Cory wanted to go into the water, so I made sure he knew how to
use his flotation jacket (he did) and off we went.  He wanted to go out to
the fish feeding station, so we swam out and rested for a minute on the
buoy before feeding the fish.  The currents were strong and I was concerned
about the long swim back to the beach, even though there were lots of
lifeguards around.  Well, we fed lots of rays, some parrot fish, a big
grouper who begged shamelessly (even letting me touch him) and saw numerous
other fish including a HUGE flounder (dinner! I thought).  Then it was time
to start back and I discovered that my earlier concern about the current
was well founded.  We huffed and puffed, kicking furiously but seemed to go
nowhere.  I could hear Cory's labored breathing through the water and swam
beside him, putting my arm around him and kicking for both of us.  Thank
God I brought my professional quality fins!  As my leg muscles started to
burn I gritted my teeth and kept kicking.  Finally, we found ourselves on
the beach.  I carried Cory up above the waterline and collapsed unashamedly
beside him, panting.

"That's enough snorkeling for today, eh kiddo?" I asked a waterlogged Cory.

"Yeah, but I still wanna go on the banana boat ride." Cory replied.

The banana boat ride consisted of a big yellow (hence the name) inflatable
boat towed behind a big powerboat with a powerful engine.  It was great
fun, especially when it capsized and we all went flying!  Cory also played
on the beach, became friends with the German kid, Hans (how he managed that
in two seconds flat without having a language in common I'll never know),
had about 27 hamburgers for lunch, and found a secluded spot to nap in.  As
I lay there, listening to Cory breathe I couldn't resist kissing him, which
turned into a furious 69 as we sucked and slurped on each other's tool
while simultaneously fingering each other's hole.  We had just orgasmed
when we heard a footstep nearby and struggled to compose ourselves.

"Excuse me sir," a courteous crewmember told us, "but the last tender is
getting ready to leave for the ship.  We'll, ah, hold it for you."  Was
that a hint of a smirk I saw on his face?  Had he seen what we were doing?
We ran to the tender, laughing as we made it aboard just in time.

"Do you think he saw us?  What we were doing, I mean." Cory stage whispered
to me.

I stroked his hair and laughed.  "I'd be willing to bet that these guys see
just about everything at one time or another.  He seemed like he was pretty
discreet anyway."

That night was formal night for dinner, so I put on my tux and Cory got
into the clothes I'd bought for him for the cruise.  He wore dancing pumps,
an Armani suit with black slacks and a smooth double-breasted blazer, and a
cream silk shirt.  They fitted him superbly and he looked soooo sexy in
them.  His jaw dropped when he saw me in my tux and he smiled at me.

"You sure clean up nice!" he giggled at me.

"So do you, lover boy!  Let's go wow 'em!"

We did that, getting in line and meeting the Captain of the ship, then
sitting down to a very elegant dinner.  By the end of dinner I could tell
that Cory was very tired so we went back to our cabin where I lovingly put
him to bed.  Then I decided to go to the show and hang out until the
midnight buffet.  After the buffet I have to confess that I got a little
drunk (hey, I wanted one of the souvenir glasses), so I went up on deck to
recover.  I'd found a secluded little deck on the rear of the ship and
relaxed in a lounge chair under the stars.  After a short time I heard
someone approach and opened my eyes only to see Hans, the German kid walk
up to me.  He said something in German with Cory's name in it and I figured
that he was asking where Cory was.  I just smiled at him and mimed someone
sleeping.  He looked so sad that I opened my arms to him and, after a
startled look, he jumped into them and settled down to snuggle.

He smelled of boy, sun, and the ocean.  His clean scent was making my head
swim even more than the alcohol!  I couldn't resist unbuttoning his shirt
and running my hands down his smooth, boyish chest and tummy.  I just
barely felt the downy fuzz I'd noticed on him earlier in the day, and it
was turning me on more than I'd believed possible.  He wiggled
appreciatively as I touched him so I felt no compunction about relieving
him of his shorts; he even lifted up his butt so I could slide them off.
His boyish erection shot up to lay flat up against his lovely tummy.  He
was uncircumcised, which I also found exciting.  As I moved down to
investigate it more fully I felt him tug my shorts off (I'd changed after
our formal dinner since I wasn't about to wear my tux all night) and begin
his own explorations.  What started as curiosity was rapidly turning into a
red-hot 69!  I played with the slim cock in my mouth, sliding my tongue
under the foreskin and licking it passionately.  I found the extra skin
wonderful and inviting and I intended to make the most of our time
together.  I played with his peanut sized balls and felt him moan
appreciatively around my dick in his mouth.  Damn, he was driving me over
the edge quickly!  In a matter of minutes we both had massive orgasms, his
cocktail weenie jumping wildly in my mouth while he eagerly slurped up my
cum.

Afterward we just lay there, holding each other and looking at the stars.
A few minutes later a rumpled and cranky (not to mention sleepy) Cory
walked up to us and, without a word, plunked himself down between us and
snuggled in.

"I woke up alone." He told me in a cranky tone.

"I didn't have the heart to wake you, love.  You were sleeping so
peacefully."

He gave me a look but settled in and relaxed.  I knew he'd be asleep within
minutes and resigned myself to carrying him back to our cabin.  Hans also
appeared to be headed off to dreamland.  How would I get them both back to
our respective cabins?  Just then I heard a noise and a young couple,
newlyweds I think (I'd met them briefly earlier) entered the small deck and
sat in a lounge farthest from us.  They began kissing passionately and I
had to think fast, putting my hands over both boys' mouths to keep them
quiet.  Eyes bugging out, we all watched the scene unfold as they began to
make slow, unhurried love, totally oblivious to our presence.  They must
have gone at it for a good half-hour before they collapsed, spent, and
composed themselves.  They quickly headed downstairs while the three of us
shared a long laugh!  Bu this time I was very tired, so we headed back to
our cabin after a quick detour to Hans' so he could get his toothbrush and
some clothes.  I looked in and there were 5 of them in that little cabin!
No wonder his parents seemed happy to get rid of him for the night.  We all
went back to our cabin, collapsed on the bed and fell asleep almost
instantly.

I was awakened in the most pleasant way possible the next morning, namely
by the sensation of two lovely boys sucking on my nipples.  I just looked
at them and told them both "Morning!".  They both mumbled something as they
continued to work my titties until I just had to suck them both off, taking
5 strokes on each hard boydick and then switching as they just lay there
grinning at each other.  I was still fascinated by Hans' foreskin so I paid
special attention to it as he had his dry orgasm.  It was an intense one,
his toes curling and squeaking noises coming from his throat.  Moments
later Cory got the same treatment as he had his dry orgasm, his eyes
rolling up in his head and toes curling.  The boys then shared a wicked
look and proceeded to suck, nibble, and play with my dick until I erupted
all over their beautiful faces.  Shit, I was ready for a nap and it wasn't
even 9 AM!

We all finally got dressed and went to breakfast.  Cory and I had a
catamaran trip on the slate that day to snorkel at America's only living
coral reef.  We got on board and the 100-foot boat looked tiny compared to
the cruise ship.  It was lots of fun going out but very windy, and once we
got there we found LOTS of jellyfish in the water.  Without wetsuits there
was no way we were going in!  Cory pouted a little at this, but stopped
when he saw the boat's crew busily spraying Benadryl on the hardy few who
did go in.  He was especially quiet when he saw a huge patch of red across
another boy's bare back.  I lounged near the rail and chatted with a
British couple and their kids.  I was amused since the father kept barking
at his boys (about 12 and 14 or so) to put on sunscreen while he was the
color of a cooked lobster!  He explained it by telling me that they never
really saw the sun so they went bonkers when they did see it.  I laughed
along with him.

On the way in the crew served snacks and drinks as they ran up the
spinnaker.  The boat fairly flew, proposing through the waves.  I couldn't
help joining the kids in the bow as they hollered and whooped whenever the
boat plowed into a wave.  I loved it even though we all got soaked!

Dinner that night was great, featuring Caribbean food (each night had a
theme, in case I didn't mention it before).  I couldn't get Cory to try the
conch fritters after I explained what they were, much to my amusement.
Instead of a show that night they had a comedian (who was very funny) and a
playful takeoff on the 'Newlywed Game'.  They had several couples, mostly
newlyweds but one who were celebrating their 50th anniversary.  I looked
closely at one of the couples; they looked like...

"Hey, Jeff, aren't they the lovebirds from last night?"  Cory nudged me and
whispered.

"Yep, they are,"I answered, suppressing laughter.

We were fine until they asked each partner, separately, the most unusual
place they'd ever made love.  Would they have the nerve to admit it?  Cory
and I were, by this time, laughing so hard we could hardly sit in our
seats.  They both answered "On the back deck of the ship last night!"
causing everyone to completely lose it, especially Cory and me!  I couldn't
believe it!

The buffet that night was up on deck and combined with a huge dance party.
It was incredible, with all kinds of hot and cold food and a live steel
drum band.  I NEVER dance, but tonight I couldn't' resist.  The Kids Club
counselors dragged all of the kids and teens on deck to dance, and I just
had to join in when I saw my angel shakin' his booty in the Electric Slide.
For once I didn't feel awkward as we all danced and occasionally sang along
with the band.  Around 2 AM, totally exhausted, we slid into bed and were
instantly asleep.  Tomorrow we would be disembarking.

We woke up early, ate breakfast, and went on deck to watch the ship dock.
I was totally impressed as the giant ship stopped dead, swung around 180
degrees, and slid into its berth without any assist from the waiting tugs.
I guess it was a point of pride for the ship's pilot.  As it did, I looked
at Cory's tanned, smiling face and thought to myself that we'd just had the
vacation of a lifetime.

The End


I'll be taking a bit of a break from this series to work on other ideas,
but never fear, Jeff and Cory will be back.