Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2000 14:14:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Orrin Rush <orrinrush@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lifeguard Chapter 9

Disclaimer:  The folling story is a work of fiction.  If you are
offended by descriptions of homosexual acts or man/man
relations, please exit this page.

                             THE LIFEGUARD

Copyright c 1999 by Orrin C. Rush.  All rights reserved.

Neither this story nor any parts of it may be distributed
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FIRST ADVENTURE TOGETHER

During breakfast, I asked "When are we leaving?"

"Thursday morning," Dave answered.  "I'm glad you brought it
up because I think you'll have more fun if you know what to
expect and have everything you need."

"What do you mean?"  I asked.

"We're going on a Cruise, and you'll probably be more
comfortable if you take the right clothes and stuff," he said.

"Wow, really?" I asked.  This was exciting.  "I've never been on
anything bigger than a ski boat."

He chuckled, "I think this one's a lot bigger.  At least I sure
hope so!  Let me get the literature and we can plan the whole
thing.  I've never been on a cruise, either, so we'll learn
together."

When he came back, he had an armload of stuff.  He passed
me a full color brochure about the cruise line.  I glanced
through it while he dug through the rest of the stuff he'd brought.

"Here's the itinerary," he said.  "We leave from Fort
Lauderdale and end up in Costa Rica by way of the Panama
Canal.  That'll take 9 days.  The cruise is actually a 14 day
affair, but I thought we'd skip the trip up the West Coast of
Mexico.  We can do that one later if we decide we like
'cruising'."

"This sounds unbelievable," I gushed, really getting excited
about it.  I wanted to stop everything and read all about the
boat and everything, but Dave wanted to make plans.

"We sail in the late afternoon," he said, "so we'll have to leave
here early.  The first day out, we'll be on the ship all day.  The
second day we're in Cozumel.  Are you a skin diver?"

"Nope," I said, "never tried it."

"Ever try snorkeling?" he asied.

"Never tried that either," I said.

"The reason I'm asking," he continued, "is because there are
supposed to be some fabulous reefs off Cozumel that are
reported to be great for either diving or snorkeling.  By the way,
I've never snorkeled before either."

"That sounds like fun," I said.

"Ok," he said, "I'll have Dan arrange it."

"Who's Dan?" I asked.

"My travel agent for the last 20 years," he said.  "He's anxious
to meet you, by the way."

We continued to go over the itinerary, day by day, planning
what we would do on all the shore excursions, but mostly
following the suggestions that Dan had included.  When we
had covered every day, the subject turned to what we'd need
to take with us.

"Dinner every night is a formal affair," he said.  "Not like here,
we'll have to dress up.  How many suits do you have?"

"Just the one you saw the other day," I answered.

"Then, you'll need at least three more, shirts, ties, all that stuff,"
he said.  "Better get a couple of sport jackets, too."

"Guess I need to go shopping," I said.

"I'll give you a credit card for that," he said.

That took me by surprise.  "You really DON'T know, do you," I
said.

"About what?" he asked.

"The financial arrangements Charles, 'not Chuck, not Charlie,'
made for me," I said.

"No, and I don't want to know," he said.  "Use it, and don't
worry, there's more where that came from."

"That's taken care of, too," I told him.

"Good,"  he said, smiling.  "Now, shop til you drop!"

"I hate it, but I will," I told him.  "Should I get some new
Speedos, too?"

"If you're real brave, go for it," he said, laughing.  "You'll cause
everybody to have coronaries, but go for it if you want."

"We'll see," I teased.  "By the way, what am I going to carry all
this stuff in?  All I've ever needed before was a backpack or a
gym bag.  That's all I have."

"Then, you're going to allow me to buy you some luggage," he
said.  "We'll go shopping this afternoon."

Monday, I girded my loins and headed for the Mall.  I don't
"shop", I buy.  I know what I want, get it and get the hell out.

I went back to the shop where I'd gotten my last suit.  They
were pretty pricey, but Dave liked the last one, and I wanted to
look my best for him.  Money wasn't a problem anyway.
Damn, I was getting USED to this!

After trying on about 50 suits, I settled on three of them - two
dark and one light.  I picked out shirts and ties to go with them,
slacks and two sports jackets,  and sox too.  White crews just
wouldn't cut it.  The amount I put on the plastic was about as
much as I'd made in three or four months as a lifeguard.  This
was just too damned easy.  It made me feel a little giddy, but it
also gave me a feeling of power and freedom.

What the hell, I went next door and got a couple pair of
outrageously expensive shoes too.  Blow the wad!

On the way home, I stopped at a Sports store and picked up
two of their best face masks with snorkels.  We'd have plenty
of room to take them.  Dave had insisted on buying me not one
suitcase but one of every size they had of the best they had
when we went shopping the day before.

I barely beat Dave home, and was laying out my "haul" on the
bed when he came in.

After a kiss, I told him "This is better than Christmas!"

"Necessities," he answered, but he was beaming at the
pleasure I was getting out of this.  "You'll need a lot more as
time goes on.  Did you get some suits?"

"They're being rebuilt," I said.  "When the coats fit, the pants
are way too big, but they'll be ready Wednesday."

"Next time we're in London, we'll have about a dozen tailored
for you," he said.

"You say that so casually," I said, "like going to London is an
everyday thing.  Remember, this is my first trip anyplace out of
the States."

He came over and took me in his arms.  "Stick with me,
sonny," he said, chuckling, "and you'll discover a lot of new
things."

"You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not, and I'll say this,
I sure like it," I said.

I got out the snorkels and we decided to "practice" in the pool
so we'd be ready for the Ocean in Mexico.

It was hilarious.  Laughing and choking, I swallowed half the
pool.  Dave got the hang of it first, and I, the big jock, had a hell
of a time making it work.  I wouldn't drown, but I'd have to
concentrate until I got used to it.

I got braver, going under, without taking in water, and pulled
Daves suit down and took his cock in my mouth.  It worked for
a minute, but I also sucked in water along with his cock, so
gave up.  I replaced my mouth with my hand, and soon had
him good and hard.

Back in the bedroom, on my knees, I finished him off.  He
wanted a turn, but I talked him out of it, promising anything he
wanted later.

Wednesday afternoon, we packed.  I was getting more excited
by the minute.  This trip was a BIG thing for me.  Between us,
we had five big suitcases full, and Dave insisted we each take
an empty for the "treasures" we'd no doubt collect.

We got up really early and headed for the airport.  Ron and
Jason had gotten up earlier because the plane was on the
apron, ready to go.  Once loaded, we settled in for takeoff.

We snuggled.  "Are you a 'morning person' today?" he asked.

"As soon as I wake up, you're gonna have to fight me off," I
said.  His big grin told me that that's what he wanted to hear.  "I
assume you've warned the guys to leave us alone."

"Of course," he said.  "They won't bother us, and they'll keep
the pressure up so we don't pass out.  Do you want some
coffee?"

Sitting across the small table with our coffee, he looked into my
eyes and said "I know that you're excited, and it's contagious.
This'll be our first adventure together, and I'm getting excited
too."

"Just being with you is an adventure," I told him.

"I love you so much, Eric," he said.  Since he rarely used my
name, this emphasized what he said.  I didn't have to answer.  I
think the love in my eyes said it all.

I helped Dave pull out the couch so it became a bed.  This
filled the aisle, but we climbed over it.  We undressed like we
were in a hurry, and when we were down to our socks, it was
obvious why we were hurrying.  Dave's cock was standing at
attention and so was mine.

For me, at least, making love in the morning isn't as romantic
as doing it at night.  The soft light, if there is any at all, makes
you want to linger, to take your time and enjoy.  In daylight,
there's usually more urgency, more of a need to  "get on with
it."  I think we both felt that way.

We eased down on the bed, and with my cock in his hand,
Dave said "I want your 'initiation' to be a good one.  How do you
want it?"

I started to move so I could get his cock in my mouth, but he
stopped me.  "You're first," he said.

With that, he started licking me, then dropped his mouth down
my full length.  As always, it felt incredible.  While playing gently
with my balls, he moved up and down.  Before I got totally lost
in the sensations, the thought of what was happening flashed
through my mind.  Here was the man I loved with my cock
down his throat, and we were moving along at almost the
speed of sound!  That realization made the experience all that
more exciting and I lost control almost immediately.

Dave held me while I returned to earth.  Well, not earth exactly,
because we were way up there, but to some semblance of
reality.

As soon as I was capable of it, I gave him the same treatment.
It was a real rush, thinking about what I was doing and where.

When he could talk again, he asked "How was it?"

"Tasty," I grinned. "But a lot more.  Thinking about where we
are and how fast we're moving made it a real trip."

"My first time was kind of like that, too," he said.  "But this was
even better. Special.  Had something to do with who I'm with."

We snuggled for a while, then got up, got dressed and put the
place back together.  It was hard not to miss the smell of sex in
such close surroundings.  It smelled good!

"Is it OK if I go up to the cockpit?" I asked.

"Sure," he said, "I'm just going to kick back and relax."

Jason took one look at me and leered "From the look on your
face, I think congratulations are in order."

I think I actually blushed.  "Wild," was all I could say.

"Yeah, sure is," he said.  "We do it every chance we get."

"You do?" I asked, getting curious.

"That's how Ron and I got started," he said.  "We're on
autopilot most of the time, just sitting here watching all the
gauges and stuff.  One day we were flying home without any
passengers, I was horny as hell, and it looked like Ron was
sportin' a woodie, so I made a grab and the rest is history."

"We don't play around when we have passengers, though,"
Ron added.

"You guys'll have a good time on the way home," I said.

"Even better when we come to get you guys in Costa Rica,"
Ron said, laughing.  "That's a long trip!"

"Can you make it non-stop?" I asked.

"We've got extra fuel tanks and can make it clear across the
Pacific if we need to," Jason said.  "Dave makes sure we have
everything we need, and only the best."

After we landed in Ft. Lauderdale and came to a stop, a big
stretch limo pulled up next to the plane.  "You think of
everything, don't you," I said to Dave.

"I'm afraid the credit goes to Dan.  He handles every little
detail," he said.

In the limo while the driver and Ron and Jason were loading
our luggage, Dave got into the little refrigerator and took out a
botttle of Champagne.  Two glasses were already out.  "Since
we're not driving, I think a toast is in order." he said, popping
the cork and pouring two glasses.

"I know it sounds corny, but here's to our first adventure
together," he said clicking our glasses together.  "May it be the
first of many."

My corny reply of "I'll drink to that," was all I could think of, but I
fully agreed, and gave him a quick kiss between sips.

The curb in front of the Cruise Ship Terminal was total chaos.
When our driver let us out, he said, "Don't worry, I'll take care
of everything.  Your bags will be taken directly to your cabin."

We went through check-in, VIP, of course, and went on board.
The only words I can use to describe it are "fucking awesome."
 We came into an area that was three stories tall INSIDE, for
chrissakes, and even a bank of elevators!  It was unbelievable,
and I'm sure I was obviously gaping as I took in the
surroundings.

"I sure wasn't expecting THIS!" I told Dave.

"Me either," he said.  "It's pretty impressive.  Let's look around."

We started exploring.  Each area we found was more
impressive than the last.  It was getting close to sailing time,
and we came out on one of the decks.  A lot of people were
clustered by the rail on the side next to the dock and we joined
them.

Uniformed crew members were handing out rolls of paper
streamers that a lot of people were unfurling off the side of the
ship.  We joined the fun.

As the Florida coastline faded, we decided to look for our
cabin.  I was in for several more surprises.  As we entered the
elevators, Dave checked our ticket and pressed the Penthouse
Deck button.  We went up!  I thought the cabins were down
below!  When we found our "cabin" I got more surprises.  It
was as big as most apartments!  Instead of portholes like I
expected, there were floor to ceiling sliding glass doors leading
out to a private veranda with a jacuzzi!  It was unbelievable!

I'm sure my eyes were wide as saucers as I stood there taking
all this in.  Dave hugged me and said, "Let's check it out."

The main room had two entertainment centers with every
electronic device known to man.  The bedroom had a king-size
bed, and a bathroom almost as big as the one at home.  There
was even a guest "powder room" and what I was later to learn,
the "Butler's Pantry."

All of our clothes were neatly hanging in a huge walk-in closet,
and there wasn't any sign of our luggage.  "We have a Butler,
too," Dave said.  "I guess he unpacked for us."

"This is just TOO fucking fabulous," I said, gathering Dave in
my arms.  "We're going to have a wonderful time.  Thank you!"
I remembered, saying it only once.

We were looking at the cards on the baskets of fruit and all
sorts of other stuff that seemed to be everyplace when there
was a light tap on the door.  I answered it.

"I'm your butler, Jacques," he announced.  I asked him in and
Dave and I introduced ourselves.

He explained that he was "at our service 24 hours a day" and
emphasized that he could take care of our "every need."
When he said that, I winked at Dave who raised an eyebrow
and smiled.

We admitted that we were first timers on a Cruise Ship, and
Jacques explained how everything worked and where
everything was.  It seemed like this was damn near a floating
city with every convenience and service available.

Dinner the first night would be informal, for which I was thankful.

Our table seated four, and we were the first to arrive.  We sat
next to each other, our knees touching under the table cloth.

Our table companions arrived.  Charles, a gynecologist from
Philadelphia and his wife Beth.

The fact that we were two men traveling together didn't seem
to faze them, and the conversation was wide ranging and
lively.  They were fun people.

When it came out that we were "first timers", they, as
veterans, gave us all sorts of tips on everything.  It sounded like
they took advantage of every convenience aboard.

Back at our "cabin", which I later learned was the Penthouse
Suite, the biggest on the ship, Jacques had been busy.  All of
our bathroom stuff was neatly laid out or discreetly put away in
drawers.  I checked the bedroom.  Sure enough, there was a
bottle of lube and a supply of towels in each night stand.  Even
a handful of condoms. That guy thought of everything!

Dave puttered and I checked out the entertainment center.
There was a VCR and a library of first run movies.  I hoped
we'd be too busy to watch them.  A first rate stereo and tons of
CD's too.  Neither Dave nor I were that much "into" music, just
background.  I found some jazz and light rock and loaded it.

Dave came wandering in, stark naked, with a towel over his
shoulder.  "I'm checking out the Jacuzzi," he said.  "Join me if
you dare!" he leered.

I dared, and then some, but I waited a few minutes.

When I got there, the water was only up to his navel.

"Did they forget to pay the water bill?" I asked.

"No, I actually read the instructions over there," he said,
laughing.  "You have to give it a few minutes to fill up, then
drain it when you get out."

"This'd be a lot of fun in a storm," I giggled, getting in beside
him.

The seas were pretty calm, but there was still movement.  You
could tell by the way the water sloshed around.  There was
also a slight vibration from either the engines or the friction of
the water.

"I feel like celebrating," Dave said.  "Let's get some
champagne."

"Do we have some?" I asked.  "I'll get it if we do."

"No, reach behind you and push that button," he said.  "We
might as well take advantage of everything."

I looked, and there was a button with a discreet label saying
"Summon Butler".  I pushed it, and we waited.

In what seemed like only seconds, Jacques was there to take
our order.

With glasses in hand, we looked into each other's eyes.  No
words were spoken, none needed to be.  The kisses were soft,
loving, lingering, sensual beyond belief.

Unconsciously, my hand found his dick.  I stroked him gently,
softly, barely touching him.  He writhed and moaned, and I
slowed down, not wanting him to cum fast.  There was a long
night ahead of us.

He mimiced these motions on my dick.  I could see what a
turnon this was.  It was so gentle, arousing me slowly.

The water was getting real hot, so we eased up to sit on the
edge, never stopping our fondling.  It was a tiny bit awkward,
but we were able to hold each other, kiss and continue the
feathery stroking.  Rather soon, the water stopped working as
a lubricant.

"I'll get the lube," I said, knowing that this was the way we both
wanted to continue.

"Just buzz Jacques," he said, laughing.

"That's going TOO far," I answered, laughing.  "I don't care if he
sees me naked, but not in this state!  I'll get it."

With generous helpings of lube, we continued the soft stroking,
holding and kissing.  I would start running up to the edge, but
Dave would sense it and move his attention to my balls for a
few seconds, allowing me to back off.  I could sense when he
was getting close, and would change my strokes to cool him
down.  We did this many, many times, even stopping to have a
sip of champagne.  Finally, he either missed my signals or
ignored them, and ever so gently eased me up and over the
edge.  It was a gut wrenching orgasm, and I must've spasmed
and jumped around for quite a while.  Evidently, while I was
going through this wonderful experience, I had triggered Dave,
because when I came to, he had shot a big load all over me
too.

We opened the drain and hit the showers.

"Wow, two firsts in one day," I said.  "In a plane and on a boat."

Dave chuckled and gave me a kiss.

We had breakfast in bed.  How decadent, particularly the
dessert that didn't come on the tray!

There were all sorts of organized activities, and things you
could do by yourself.  We decided to explore some more, and
just look in on the organized stuff.  We wandered around, but
didn't find anything that looked particularly interesting.  That's
the first time I paid any attention to the photographers who
seemed to be everywhere, discreetly snapping pictures of us
and everybody else.  Dave didn't know about them either, so
we went over to one and asked.

We learned that they were Ship's Photographers, taking candid
shots that we could buy later.  We could pick out the ones we
liked, and so could anyone else.

"Still want to wear your speedos?" Dave asked.

"Why?" I asked.

"They get a few good shots of you, and they'll sell hundreds of
copies," he said.

Realizing what he'd just said, I blushed.  "I'm not THAT hot," I
told him.

"You are to me," he said, "and I've got good taste!" he smirked.

I cuffed him and put my arm around his waist, not caring about
who would notice.  He was MY man, and I hoped a dozen
photographers got the shot.

That night was the Captain's reception.  Formal.  Jacques
informed us that we were to go early, so that we could actually
meet the Captain, and not just get a handshake in a receiving
line.

After deciding on what we would wear, Jacques pressed our
suits and re-ironed our shirts.  We took a leisurely shower,
together, of course, with Jacques trying to get an eyeful.

The Captain had done his homework.  He knew who we were,
even that I had been a life guard, and asked the right questions
to get conversation going.  It didn't last long, then he had to go
to the receiving line.

People poured in.  Attractive, well dressed, happy.  There were
all sorts, some very goodlooking men, too, I noticed, but all with
wife in tow.

We talked to a few people.  Everyone seemed friendly.
Charles and Beth found us.  "How'd you get here ahead of us?"
she asked, "didn't see you in line."

"We snuck in through a side door," Dave told her.

"Aha, the VIP treatment," she said.  "I thought so."

There had been buffets all over the ship all day, and we had
been sampling here and there, but dinner was really something
special.  The courses seemed never-ending, and each was
better than the one before.  I didn't want to think about the
pounds I'd have to worry about later.

The conversation turned to the next day's activities.  Having
been there a couple of times before, they highly recommended
the reef excursion for snorkeling or diving.  They were planning
to do that, but Charles was a bit pissed because the best guide
who had the best boat had already been reserved.

"I know we have a boat reserved," Dave said, "it could be the
same one.  If it is, you're welcome to join us.  Come on up to
the room after dinner and we'll check it out"

Dave and Charles went up to see while Beth and I headed for
the entertainment.  They found out that we did have the best
boat, and happily agreed to join us.

The show was good, with name entertainers, and lavish
production numbers.

After that, we looked for one of the entertainment lounges.
They all seemed to be full, so we just picked one and tried to
get in.  No tables available, we were told.  Then, almost against
our will, we were dragged to a booth filled with women.  Once
they'd squeezed us in, they introduced themselves as the
"Texas Widows", out for a good time, "huntin' men", and
"looked like they'd corraled a couple of cute ones."  There was
nothing subtle about this bunch.

I looked at Dave, he smiled, and we settled in for a good time.
These ladies ranged from their 30's to 50's, most were
attractive if not downright gorgeous, and they were determined
to have fun.  If you cut through the exaggerated drawls, it was
obvious that these were well educated, cultured, prosperous
ladies.  Their clothes and jewelry made that part clear.  I
smelled oil.

Later in the evening, Claire, sitting next to me said, "Honey, I
know you're taken.  We're just a bunch of old married broads
out having a good time.  We spotted you guys on deck today,
so you didn't have a chance.  We're pretty harmless, really."

"We're just a couple of married guys, too," I smiled at her.

"To each other," she said.

"You betcha," I answered.

"We knew that!" she said.  "Watching you on deck, it was
pretty obvious.  We think it's really wonderful for you guys, but
we want ya for this cruise."

"Sounds like fun to me," I said.

"You goin' divin' tomorrow?" she asked.

"Yes, are you?" I asked back.

"Nah, wouldn't want the makeup to get washed off or the hair
messed up," she said.  "We'll just sit around and watch the
cute men.  You be wearing one of them skimpy little bikinis?"

"Probably," I said.

"Hey girls," she almost shouted, "they're goin' divin' tomorrow,
and Eric's wearin' one of them little bitty swimsuits!"

They roared, and I turned scarlet.  Dave was laughing and
enjoying it immensely.

"Got yourself into that one," he snickered.

Deciding to not stop there, I said "You can all help me dress in
the morning."

"Aw damn," one said "I don't get up that early."

"For that, we will," the others chimed in.

Fully committed, all I could say was "Be there at six!"

"We'll be waitin'," they said.

What had I gotten myself into?  This was NOT what I had in
mind at all when the conversation started.

Dave was laughing really hard.  Not at me but with me and the
bewildered look I probably had on my face.  "You dug the hole,"
he said, still laughing.

"And, I'll crawl out of it," I smiled back at him.

We stayed until they closed the place.  On the way back to our
room, I asked Dave if he thought they'd really show up in the
morning.

"Never can tell," he giggled.  "Do you want me to protect you?"

Now, I was laughing too, "Please, Please!"

"If they do show up, I'll give them a show to remember," I
added.

"You were wonderful," he said.  "They ambushed you, and it
really didn't faze you.  You've made a bunch of women real
happy."

"Wait until tomorrow morning," I groaned.

Jacques was serving our breakfast when there was a tap on
the door.

"Oh shit," I said, "it's them."

Instead, it was a steward with a long box, addressed to me.  In
it was a single, long stemmed red rose.  The card read "We
love you Eric, you're a good sport, and we love Dave too."  It
was signed "The Texas Widows."

I handed it to Dave.  "I didn't think they'd go through with it," he
said, "but you never can tell."

"They're a nice bunch, and a lot of fun, too," I said.

The reefs lived up to their advance billing, and more.  The coral
formations were awesome, and the fish were incredible.  I
couldn't believe how many there were, schools and schools of
them in every color imaginable.  You'd think you'd seen them
all, and along would come a new one.  Charles and Beth were
good companions, adventurous, interesting and knowledgable.
The day just evaporated.

Back in our room, there was a note from the "widows" inviting
us to meet them in the Casino after the show.  They had a
table reserved at another of the entertainment lounges.

Dave and I agreed that it would be fun, but didn't want to make
it another "all nighter".  He wrote a note accepting, and
Jacques delivered it.

On our way out to dinner, Dave pressed a wad of bills into my
hand.  "Just pretend it's monopoly money and blow it," he said.

I took it and gave him a big kiss, right in front of Jacques.

The "Widows" were in the Casino when we got there.  They
were at the Craps table throwing around hundred-dollar bills
like there was a time limit, and from the piles of money in front
of them, they were winning too.

I went to the Blackjack table, and following Dave's advice,
thought of it as play money.  I couldn't lose.  Finally, the group
got together and we headed for the lounge.  It was a piano bar
type of place, and was jumping when we got there.

Around midnight, we said our good nights and went back to our
room.  I wasn't really tired.  Spending the day in the water had
had more of an exhilirating effect on me.  Lying in each other's
arms, we discussed the day and all the wonderful experiences
we'd had.  It didn't take long before we were doing more than
just lying there.  I was hard and Dave was really hard, like a
steel rod when I touched him.

Pushing me on my back, he said "Let me make love to you
tonight."

"Ummmmm," I mumbled.

After kissing my mouth, my cheeks, my eyes, my ears, and my
neck, he worked his way down my body, not missing any of my
hotspots.  He detoured around my dick, and continued down to
my knees.  I just lay there and groaned.  On the way back up,
he licked and sucked on my balls.  I opened my legs to give
him better access.

With a spit slickened finger, he stroked under my balls, and
then moved downward.  This was something he'd never done
before.  I spread my legs wider, wondering if the time had
finally come.  Just thinking that it might be almost made me
start shooting.  Control, control, I told myself, trying to enjoy
what was happening and not go off prematurely.

His finger reached my pucker and massaged it.  This was it, I
realized, oh my God.

"Don't go 'way," he said as he reached into the night stand for
lube.

"Never," I mumbled, too excited to move.

He lubed his fingers, I think.  I wasn't watching, just lying back
in anticipation.  While he was rubbing my pucker with his
finger, his tongue was back working my balls, then traveled up
the length of my dick which made me gasp and arch my back.

His finger massaged in circles, then gently pressed on the
button.  The tip slipped in, and I groaned.  It felt so good!  He
held it still, then pushed a little further in, and stopped again.
Now, circular motions, stretching the muscles.  It was feeling
even better.

When he felt me relax, he added another finger, continuing the
circular motions and moving in and out slowly.  I wanted to
impale myself on his fingers, to feel them against my prostate,
but I knew he wanted his dick to do that.  More, larger circles,
then another finger.  I wanted his dick there so bad I was in
agony.

"Please," I begged.

His fingers slipped out, and he lubed up his dick, then mine.  I
pulled my knees up to my chest and he moved into position.
He fingered my hole again, and I was ready to scream for his
dick.  Then, his dick replaced his finger and I could feel a slight
pressure.  It was quite a bit bigger than his fingers had been,
but I wanted it so bad, I could've taken a baseball bat.

Another push and he was in.  It felt hot and hard, and the
stinging sensation went away quickly while he held still waiting
for my signal to continue.

I nodded and he moved forward.  I could feel him sliding in.  He
would pause, back up a half inch or so, then go forward.  He
continued this until I could feel his balls resting against my butt.

When he paused, I let my legs slide down from his shoulders
and wrapped them around him.  He leaned forward and kissed
me.  I almost lost it right there.

With our lips locked, he started withdrawal.  The rim of his
corona raked my prostate, and I felt it in every fiber of my
being.  He continued back until only the head was in.  On the
downstroke, he gauged the depth of my prostate and moved
back and forth on it a few times before burying himself.  Never
in my life had I ever felt anything like this, the sensations were
indescribable.  It was like a continuous orgasm.

The strokes continued, with him stopping to give my prostate a
few extra rubs on the way out and again on the way back in.  I
wanted him to speed up to end this exquisite agony, and then, I
didn't want it to ever end.

I didn't think it could get any better, but it did.  A wave of
sensation and emotion swept over me, I pulled him into me
with my arms and my legs, and with a feeling of total oneness,
my body took on a mind of its own.  I twitched, I spasmed, I
jerked and thrashed around totally out of control.

It felt like this continued for hours, and the intensity never
waned.  I never wanted it to end.  I felt Dave throbbing inside of
me, and that seemed to prolong what I was feeling.

We were a sweaty, sticky pile of flesh, feeling little spasms run
through our bodies as we slowly came down from the most
memorable experience of my life.

I never wanted Dave's dick to come out of me.  It made me feel
full, but so wonderfully content, like he had become a part of
me.  Gradually, he softened, and eventually slid out.  It was
gradual, so my need wasn't suddenly left empty.

He slid off of me but never let his arms leave me or the rain of
tender kisses to stop.  I was one with him, and the feelings of
belonging had never been stronger.

"We need clean sheets," Dave mumbled.

The spell was broken.  I started to laugh, so did he.  "I'll call
Jacques," he said.  "We'll leave him a big tip."

"At least let me spill some wine so it isn't so obvious," I giggled.

"Why not?" he said, giggling too.  "We won't fool him, but we
can act innocent and watch his face."

We called, then went to take a shower.  The bed was changed
when we returned, and nobody ever said a word.

We would be spending the next two days at sea, so we slept
late.  I felt like I was still glowing from the previous night's
experience, and could't stop thinking about it.  I wanted this to
happen a lot more, in fact daily wouldn't be bad!  My love for
Dave had taken on a new dimension.  It was both physical and
emotional.

Every time I thought about him inside me, my sphincter would
clench, wanting his cock back there, filling me.  Never had
anyone made me feel like this.  My mind-bending orgasm had
occurred without any stimulation to my dick at all.  In fact, I
didn't even remember my dick, the stimulation that drove me
had come from all directions, giving me pleasure that I had no
idea I was capable of experiencing.

>From an emotional standpoint, we had reached another level of
equality.  He had made me his, taking total control of my being
for those few minutes, but in such a loving way.  I basked in
this, the ultimate coupling of two men, me and the man I loved
so desperately.  It's hard to describe the feelings of oneness
with him that I felt.  I had been thoroughly fucked, but it was so
much more.

We didn't talk much about it, but looked at each other often,
smiled and grinned.  I knew I wanted more, but I didn't want to
put any pressure on Dave.  I knew he had a lot of performance
anxiety, and I didn't want to add to it.  Just let it happen
whenever he felt like it.

There were a lot of activities available, but none looked too
exciting.  We wandered around, and found the photographer's
shop.  The walls were covered with the photos that had been
taken so far on the trip.  The place was mobbed and we had a
hard time even getting up to view the "gallery".  The line at the
window to buy pictures was long and growing.  We looked
around, when we got close enough, and saw several of me,
Dave, and us together that I would like to have.

"This is bullshit," Dave said.  "I don't want to spend all day in
line, do you?"

"Don't think so," I said. "Maybe Jacques can help us."

"That's a good idea!" he said.

We had a drink, wandered, nibbled at the food that seemed to
be everywhere, and repeated the process all the way around
the ship.

We ran into the "Widows", and Dave and I agreed that it would
be fun to invite them up for drinks before dinner that night.  Of
course, they accepted.

We posed for pictures with them, the ever-present
photographers snapping away.

We didn't give Jacques much warning that we were having
guests, but it didn't seem to phase him.  He also said he could
get all of the photos taken of us and we could choose at our
leisure.

By the time we were out of the shower and dressed, Jacques
had accomplished wonders.  A bar was set up, with a
bartender, and he told us that he would be serving canapes
from his pantry.  Good music was playing.

"We need somebody like this guy at home," Dave said.

"Mary'd kill him off in no time," I said, and we both laughed.

The "Texas Widows" arrived, all six of them.  They seemed
very comfortable in these elegant surroundings, reinforcing my
belief that they came from major money.  They were wearing
enough diamonds, which I was pretty sure were real, that they
should have had bodyguards.

Conversation flowed, and the drawls were pretty much
nonexistant.  They insisted that we join them, when we
reached Cartagena, in the fleet of taxis that they had reserved.
"Those bus tours they take you on are boring as hell," they
said.  "We'll show you everything, including a lot of stuff that
the busses miss."  It sounded good to both Dave and I.

We followed the routine that was rapidly being established:
Dinner, show, casino, night club, with our harem in tow, then
bed.

In bed, I snuggled up and asked "Can we talk about last night?"

He nodded.  I continued "I've been thinking about it all day.  I've
never had an orgasm like that in my life.  You were wonderful,
you know."

"You were pretty wonderful yourself," he said.  "That's the first
time since I was a teenager that I've been able to cum in that
situation."

"Really?" I asked.

"Sure was," he said, "and felt almost as good as when you're
inside of me, but not quite."

"For all intents and purposes, it was a first for me," I said.

"How so?" he asked.

I told him about my one prior experience of getting fucked.  My
pleasure had certainly not been the primary objective, as it had
been the night before, and I had endured it rather than enjoyed
it.  "But, last night was totally different," I said.  "You made me
feel so loved.  It was an incredible experience that I'll never
forget."

"Wanna do it again?" he asked.

My begging lips on his gave him his answer.

His preparation was as careful as before.  I never realized that I
could experience such unbelievable sensations in my ass.
Long before he even got into position, I was on fire, wanting
him inside of me so badly that I did everything but beg.

His entry was smooth, stopping short of my prostate, making
me want more NOW.  I pushed onto him, and got the rest in.

I was able to pay better attention to my feelings this time.  He
felt so good in me, and I felt like I had become one with him.
Long slow strokes made me gasp and twist at the excruciating
pleasure.  His eyes were on mine, watching my reactions and
sharing them, moving around in me when he sensed that
something had felt good.  I wanted to cum, but I also wanted it
to last forever, so I just let nature take its course.

He kissed me, and that did it.  I flew over the edge, my dick
spurting like a fire hose, and fireworks going off in my brain.  It
was unbelievably intense and seemed to go on and on.

This time, Dave waited for me to finish, then with a couple of
deep strokes, writhed on top of me, our lips still locked.  I could
feel his dick swelling and spasming inside me.  I shared his
pleasure as I felt him pump me full.

"You'll never get rid of me now," I teased as we lay holding
each other.

"After that, I wouldn't let you go!" he shot back.

Cartagena was interesting.  We climbed all over the 15th
Century fort that had been built to deflect cannon balls.  I also
saw "Dave the explorer".  We climbed all over the castle, not
missing a thing.  I marveled at his enthusiasm and interest in
every detail, and it was soon contagious.

Surreptitiously, I tried to buy one of the big penis flutes that the
hawkers were selling, but one of the "Widows" caught me.
Instead of embarassing me, like I expected, she told me to
"buy one of each size.  Every different size causes different
noises," she said, "but, I imagine you already know that!"  She
winked at me, then broke up laughing at my red face.  I took
her advice and bought one of every size they had - from tiny to
enormous.

In a small shop, Dave found some native weavings that
interested him, and bought an armload.

We bought a few statuettes that hawkers were selling as
"genuine" Pre Columbian.

"I know they're not real," Dave said, "But, if I like them, it really
doesn't matter.  Some of these are actually pretty good
replicas."  We bought a few more.

During a walk on the beach, we were offered the sexual favors
of girls and boys, ranging from mere children to some real
Latin hunks.  We did a little window shopping, and grinned at
each other a lot.  The "Widows" got their share of attention and
proposals, too, but they checked out the merchandise a little
more thoroughly than we did, feeling crotches and pinching
pecs and biceps, squealing and laughing, but not making any
purchases.

The next day we would be transiting the canal and we wanted
to be up early, so we made an early night of it.  Of course, I
wanted Dave to make love to me again, but it was my turn to
return the pleasure he had given me the last two nights.  He
didn't ask, but we both knew what he wanted, and I wasn't
against the idea myself.

For me, it was different from any other time that I had made
love to him.  When I was fully inside him, I knew what he was
feeling, from experience, for the first time.  It felt better to me
than it ever had, knowing firsthand the pleasure I was giving
him, stimulating me both physically and mentally to new
heights.  Another experience that I will never forget.  It was over
far too soon, even though we had been coupled for almost an
hour, savoring each other.  I fell asleep in his arms.

When we woke up, the ship was just drifting, waiting to get in
line for the locks.

Lookind down from our veranda, crowds were already forming
at the rails on the decks below.  We decided to stay where we
were.  We had a perfect view and no crowds.  It was clear that
we had a perfect vantage point, and we decided to share it.  I
called Beth and Charles and the "Widows" to invite them to join
us.  They all accepted.

Jacques was alerted, the bar was open, and he would serve
lunch to us there.  He told us that the ship provided expert
commentary on the canal as we went through, and he set it up
so that we could hear everything through the stereo.

We started moving, very slowly forward.  We entered a long
"corridor" that, we were told by the commentary, was the
entrance to the locks.  We saw the "cut" where the French had
unsuccessfully attempted to build a canal, then the channel
narrowed, and soon we could see the locks up ahead.  They
looked enormous, and, as we got closer, lines were thrown
from shore and cables winched aboard.  These were anchored
on the ship, and the other ends were attached to little
locomotives running on tracks parallel to the locks.  The ship
glided through the huge doors of the locks with the little
locomotives on either side, front and back, controlling the
ship's movement.

When we were in position, the gates behind us closed, and the
lock started to fill with water.  The whole ship rose a lot faster
than I expected, the little locomotives taking up slack on the
cables that kept us in position.  The locomotive operators sure
knew what they were doing because there was only a few feet
clearance between the ship and the side of the lock.  We never
touched or bumped the side. When the lock was full, we were
gently pulled forward into the next lock and the process was
repeated.

Sailing through Gatun Lake, the commentary from the stereo
pointed out the cuts that had been made to allow ships to
pass.  The tropical vegetation on the shoreline and islands in
the lake was lush and beautiful.  We saw parrots and other
beautiful birds flying overhead.  Dave didn't miss a thing.
Standing at the rail with his arm around my waist, he pointed
out things that I would've missed, and we shared the beauty
around us.

Our guests were equally enraptured, but Dave and I were in
our own little world.

A comment by Beth to one of the "Widows" brought us out of
our reverie.  "Have you ever seen such a stunning couple?"
she asked.

"Ain't love wonderful," was the "Widow's" reply.  We beamed at
each other.  No response was needed.

Jacques had put together a buffet for lunch which we all
enjoyed, then spent the rest of the afternoon sitting on the
verandah sipping tall cold drinks and taking in the scenery.
The locks on the western end of the canal weren't as
spectacular as the first ones on the eastern end.  By dusk, with
a beautiful sunset, we were sailing under the Friendship Bridge
and into the Pacific.

Jacques mentioned that the Ship's Masquerade was that
evening.  Holy shit!  We weren't prepared.  We'd been so busy
having fun that we'd ignored the Ship's newspaper.  Not to
worry, Jacques came to our rescue.   He didn't give us a
choice, just said he'd take care of everything, and dress us
before dinner.

When he came in with an armful of white cloth over his arm,
he asked Dave to put on white shorts.  He didn't have any, so
Jacques suggested white briefs or boxers.  He asked if I had
white speedos, which I did have, and put on. "You're going to
be Romans," he said.

He started with Dave, draping a beautiful toga over his
shoulder, and fastening the folds around his waist.  The edges
had a purple band that really set off the costume, and Dave's
tanned body looked regal, and HOT to me.  He was gorgeous.
Jacques finished up with a "laurel" wreath that went around
Dave's head.  He looked every inch an Emperor.

This wasn't so bad, I thought.  I wouldn't look so bad in a toga
either.  Jacques, however, had different ideas.  My costume
was quite a bit briefer.  It consisted of a draped loincloth that
barely covered the essentials.  When I complained, Jacques
told us that it would be a crime to cover up my torso.  Dave
agreed, which didn't help, and said he was going to slip on a
jock strap to "contain" himself, which got both of us "rising" to
the occasion.  Jacques, copping a few "feels" while he was
adjusting my scanty loincloth made my speedos fill up to
capacity.  I felt a little insecure, like the damned thing would fall
off at any minute, but Jacques assured me that it would stay in
place, and, patting my dick, said that it was loose enough to
cover anything that might "come up".

Dave looked spectacular!  I felt like I looked like a spectacle!

We didn't have sandals, so decided to go barefoot.  Hell, the
whole place was carpeted anyway.

Jacques left.  It was time to go.  I know I have a decent body,
but I'd never flaunted it like this before.  Sensing my trepidation,
Dave reassured me.  "Anybody with a body as gorgeous as
yours doesn't need to be modest," he said.  "I know I love
looking at you, and," he chuckled, "having everybody drooling
over you makes me so proud to know that you belong to me.
Relax and enjoy it, and know that you're making me very
happy."

When we emerged from the elevators, me timidly, Dave
proudly, our entrance was more than noticed.  What the hell, I
thought, just go with the flow.  Let 'em look.  The damned
photographers were all over us, and we posed with the
"Widows", who were all in "Harem" getup, looking very
seductive.  If we'd been "into" women, we could have had our
choice.  That was more than obvious.

Costumes worn by others ranged from totally elaborate to less
than skimpy.  I wasn't the only guy wearing a skimpy outfit, so I
felt a little more relaxed.  Some nice bods, too, but, I had to
admit, with a lot of conceit, that I looked better than any of them.
 Dave noticed me checking them out.  "No competition," he
chuckled, "I've got the winner."

Before the entertainment that night, the emcee called for
everyone to join the costume competition.  I looked at Dave
and shook my head, he nodded, but the "Widows", who were
sitting with us, literally propelled us onto the stage.  We were
no longer in control of the situation.  I glanced at Dave who
shrugged, and we got in line to parade across the stage.  Us
exhibitionists were to be judged on the basis of applause.
Individuals, pairs and groups started the parade.

What the hell, I thought, we'll have some fun.  "You're the
Emperor," I whispered to Dave.  "I'm the slave boy.  You lead,
I'll follow, then when you get out there, stop, and look regal."

He looked at me funny, shrugged again, and grinned.  "OK," he
said.

When the emcee asked who we "were", I piped up "Emperor
and Slave Boy," and that's how we were announced as we
started across the stage.  I followed Dave, looking as obedient
as I could.  He stopped at center stage, crossed his arms and
glared at me.  I slipped in front of him, dropping to my knees in
obesiance.  I writhed and flailed, flexing every muscle I could.
The crowd went wild.  Mostly women, it sounded like.

He turned, I stood and followed him off the stage.

"You're shameless," he giggled as we got off, then grabbed me
in a hug.  "And, I love every minute of it!"

We won first place, a magnum of Dom Perignon.

For the rest of the evening, we were the center of attention.
The "Widows" tried to monopolize us, but they couldn't handle
the onslaught.  Both men and women came up to us to
comment on how great we looked, introduced themselves and
became "instant friends".

In the show lounge, our group had grown to the point where we
literally took over the place.  We refused to be separated, and
sat next to each other for a change.

"Interested in a three-way?" Dave whispered in my ear,
grinning.

"Or a four, five, or six way?" I whispered back.  "I don't think so.
I've got the hottest man here, and that's all I can handle."

He smiled and we surveyed the scene.  There were some very
goodlooking guys in the group, and their looks at us made it
abundantly clear that they were available.  They seemed to be
as hot for Dave as they were for me.

The possibilities flashed through my mind.  Lots of hot cock to
suck and some pretty nice asses to fuck.  Glancing at Dave, all
those thoughts evaporated.  I wanted him and nobody else.
The earlier images, however, had given me a full boner and I
hoped that the skimpy rag around my waist hid it.  Dave grazed
it with his hand, and gave me a knowing smile.

Being our last night on board, we stayed until they closed the
place.

"A pretty heady experience," he said as he closed the cabin
door behind us.  "I should have done this when I was single!"

"Now, you're stuck with just me," I whined.

Taking me in his arms, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Me either," I said, leading him to the bedroom.

We made slow, sensuous love to each other.  During a
"cooling off" period, I said "I really don't want to go home.  This
has been so much fun."

"We'll do it again," he said.  I heartily agreed.

Deep throating me as he did so unbelievably well, and having
me on the edge for the umpteenth time, he stopped and got the
lube.  When he continued, his lubed finger massaged my
pucker, moving in slowly.  As I relaxed, he moved in to my
prostate, massaging it and increasing the tempo of his mouth.
It was too much.  I let go with a yell and spewed shot after shot
into his waiting mouth.  It was incredible.  The sensations on
my dick and the added prostate jolt made me go crazy.  It was
unbelievably intense and, even though I was semi-comatose, I
knew my orgasm lasted longer than one ever had before.

He held me while I came down.  When I was coherent, I said
"Nobody could ever make me feel as good as you do."  The
sky was getting light when we finally fell asleep in each others
arms.

The alarm went off in what seemed like only a few minutes.
We dragged our tired but happy bodies out of bed reluctantly.

Jacques had packed all our stuff except the clothes that we
would wear.  Our suitcases were standing by the door ready to
go.  "Gotta take care of the tips," Dave said, sitting down at the
desk and stuffing bills into envelopes.

Seeing a box on one of the sofas, I peeked inside.  It was the
pictures that we hadn't taken time to look at.  "Oh shit," I said.
"We forgot about these."

"There should be two of every one, including last night," he
said.  "Let's just take them all, and we can sort them out later.
Maybe they'll give us a quantity discount," he chuckled.  "We'll
ask Jacques."

Jacques came with a luggage cart and collected Dave's
envelopes for distribution.  A deal on the pictures was arranged
and Dave gave him cash for them.  The box was taped up and
added to our luggage.

"Do you guys have a butler at home?" he asked.

No, we admitted.

"If you ever decide to hire one, I'd like to apply for the job," he
said, giving Dave a business card.

We agreed to get in touch with him if we ever did.

"Not a bad idea, really," Dave said after Jacques was gone.

"He'd spoil us rotten," I said, "but he's kinda cute."

"Forget it, then," he said, half seriously.  "I don't need any
competition."

I took him in my arms and looked him straight in the eye.  "You
don't have any competition, now or ever," I told him and kissed
him passionately.  There wasn't any doubt in either of our
minds.

The ship was docked at Puerto Caldera.  We got off and got on
a little narrow-gauge train for the ride to San Jose.  Our
"groupies" from the night before were all around us, giving us
cards and notes with their addresses and phone numbers.

The ride was spectacular, if slow.  From the coast we traveled
through villages and through tropical forests, past waterfalls
and all sorts of exotic birds and vegetation.  The train was
really primitive, but it was a lot of fun.  We agreed that we both
wanted to come back and see more of Costa Rica.

In San Jose, a car was waiting for us.  We watched our
luggage being loaded while we said our good byes to all of our
new friends, promising to keep in touch and all that.  I
wondered if we would actually ever see any of them again.

At the airport, our passports were checked and stamped, and
our luggage given a perfunctory inspection, then we were
driven to the plane.

Ron and Jason were waiting.  Ron's first comment was
"Rough trip? You guys look beat!"

"Nah," Dave said, "we partied all night.  Figured we could sleep
on the way home."  He winked at me.

"And what a party!" I mumbled.  Dave knew what I meant.

When we had reached cruising altitude and the noise died
down, sitting with my arm around Dave, I wailed "I don't want to
go back to reality!"

"Neither do I," he said.  The next thing I knew, we were landing.

To be continued.