Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2016 11:05:40 -0400
From: jon white <jonwhite808@yahoo.com>
Subject: Clothing Optional Cruise

			CLOTHING OPTIONAL CRUISE I


 This story is set in the mid 1970's when a small computer would almost fit
in your bathroom and personal computers were unheard of.

 I was continually wondering if I were gay. I never cared much for girls
and wondered what it would be like to see another guy's erection and jack
him off. No opportunity. I lived in a very small town in Georgia, my
parents were both school teachers, and I was about to graduate from a small
Methodist college in my hometown. Everybody knew everybody else and
experimenting with another boy was impossible.


 I sang in the college choir and was on a bus tour to another college to
sing there when I stumbled on a discarded gay newspaper in the bus station
at our destination. I stuffed it in my raincoat and that night read every
word. What really caught my attention was an ad for a Caribbean cruise on a
sailing ship: men only and clothing optional. The price was nominal for a
week long cruise but not too surprising since there was not near as big a
demand for Caribbean cruising in the summer compared to the winter. The
perfect solution for my parents who kept asking what I'd like for a
graduation present. I copied down the address of the cruise line, date of
the cruise and name of the ship. The parents thought it was a perfect
graduation present.

    It was an easy bus trip to Ft. Lauderdale and a short cab ride to the
embarkation dock. The ship was sold out, eighty four passengers, and I was
given a document with the layout of the craft with my stateroom marked
off. On it was a notice that clothing was mandatory until cleared of the
harbors and return to same. I just had time to get to my wee cabin and
unpack before the "Welcome Aboard" complimentary cocktail hour and lecture
on safety instructions. Interesting: on each of the three decks was a table
on which were leaflets on safe sex, packets of lube and condoms of three
sizes: Junior, Standard and Magnum. I'm 6'2", 200# and 9" erect and picked
up one each of the two larger sizes. Never having worn one I had no idea
which size would fit.

  Cocktail hour was more like an hour and a half. Nice bunch of guys,
mostly under forty but a few older. We set sail and cruised out of the
harbor. The loudspeaker announced that dinner was being served and clothing
was now optional. On the way to the restaurant one guy with a wide grin was
having his cock sucked on the stairwell landing between my deck #3 and the
restaurant on deck #2.

  It was quite a sight. Dinner was buffet style. About ninety % of the
diners were naked and more than half of the men dishing up were sporting
erections! This was going to be quite a trip. I sat down next to a nice
looking guy, looked about thirty, and introduced myself. He said his name
was Tim Booker. "Hey Dan, that's quite a heroic organ! How big is it?" He
said. I told him nine inches but I hadn't measured it in a few years. "I
love the taste of an uncut cock, maybe you'll let me try it after dinner,"
he said.  In a couple of minutes into our dinner he picked up my hand and
put it in his boner. Shortly thereafter he said, "I can't stand it another
minute." And he leaned over and took my stiffy into his mouth, then he
retracted my foreskin and gave my cockhead a tongue bath. Wow, what a
feeling! I almost came in the less than a minute of his sucking.

     We finished dinner and he took me to his cabin. It was an outside one
and far bigger than mine. We were both leaking precum by then and he
dropped to his knees to lick me clean. I told him I'd never been sucked
before and warned him I would probably have a hair trigger so he'd have to
go easy or the party would be over almost before it started. He didn't
retract my foreskin this time and that helped. He took as much of my stone
hard tool into his mouth as he could and swirled his tongue around it as he
slowly lifted his head. "Man you have a blinkin' faucet! I can't keep up
with your precum delivery," he said. He stopped sucking and just gently
licked me from balls to pecker tip. I held out for about five minutes
before the pressure in my groin began to escalate and I warned him I was
getting close to cumming. He pulled his head back and just gently tickled
the underside of my hooded glans with his forefinger. Ahh, the agony of
backed up jizz fighting for release was awesome. Closer, closer, oh so
close and then my cock jumped off his finger and began to squirt. My poor
dick had waited a decade for this moment and boy did I shoot! I came so
hard it felt like I was shooting peanuts rather than cumwads.The splooge
squirted about two feet and I didn't count but there had to be close to a
dozen spurts before my organ was empty. "Wow, that was a record breaker. If
I didn't know better I'd say you really enjoyed your first gay experience,"
Tim said.

        I asked him how I could pay him back and he said, "I'd really like
to get fucked with that big cock of yours but I guess that'll have to wait
'till morning." I told him I'd like to feel his dick up my ass too. "I
think you'd be 'way too tight for that but I can check." He lubed a finger,
slid it up my pooper and said, "Yep, I can't even get two fingers in. I'll
settle for a good sucking for now, my balls are aching for relief.
Afterwards I'll go up to the bar and get you a suitable wine bottle and
show you how to get ready for a fucking."

       I sat on the edge of the bed and he stood in front of me, his cock
seeping precum. I leaned forward and licked it off. My first taste of
precum was a delicious surprise. I'd never even tasted my own and I was
immediately aware of the fact that I would never again waste the
opportunity to enjoy it from any source. I took him into my mouth and tried
to reproduce the tongue movement and the mouth movement that I had felt him
deliver. I gently fondled his balls too and his smile told me he was
enjoying it. He asked me to roll my head around and I did. Hie weenie was
banging around in my mouth and he kept saying, "Oh yeah, that feels
terrific!" His boner throbbed, a warm gush of cum bathed my tongue and I
jerked my head back. But not soon enough to escape a spurt of jizz
splashing on my face. The next half dozen squirts missed me to land on the
bed.

      He laughed and said, "You look ridiculous with all that spunk
dripping off your kisser! I'm amazed with your first time sucking cock you
did such a fine job. I thank you for starting the cruise so very well. I
can hardly wait to feel that big wiener up my can, but I guess I'll have to
wait for tomorrow morning."

			      TO BE CONTINUED