Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2016 14:50:36 -0400
From: jon white <jonwhite808@yahoo.com>
Subject: Clothing Optional Cruise V

			CLOTHING OPTIONAL CRUISE V

 His belly muscles were twitching and I began to just tickle the tip of his
enormously swollen dickhead with the tip of my tongue.

 "Oh God, this is torture! Let me cum, I gotta cum! Oh....o, oooOOO..YEAH
I'M GONNA CUM!" he yelled. His first squirt splashed my tongue and I pulled
back to watch his cock bounce and gush his cream. He didn't squirt per se,
the jizz just poured out, and it poured plenty. "Woof! That was awesome!
Let me catch my breath and I'll pay you back."

 I wanted to try his butt plug so he rolled a rubber on it and slowly
worked it into my pooper. It was a little uncomfortable at first but in a
minute the discomfort was replaced by very distinct pleasure. His mouth and
tongue were busy but the way he was playing with my balls was a treat. He
lifted his head to ask, "So are you a shooter or a gusher?" I told him the
former and he made me promise I'd announce my cumming. With experience I
was getting better at delaying my climax. At least I was able to last about
five minutes before the tightness in my pelvis began to build. Maybe a
minute later my boner began to get increasingly sensitive and I became
aware of my ragged breathing.

 Again he lifted off his head, continued fondling my 'nads and replaced his
mouth with his thumb on one side of my shaft and his forefinger on the
other side. Then he began to slowly stroke my impossibly engorged organ. By
staying away from my cockhead he was able to limit the stimulus and I was
treated to a long, slow, delicious preejaculatory trip. The tension in my
groin built to be almost painful before POW! The first spurt rose a good
two and a half feet straight up in the air and was so intense it felt more
like a stringbean zzzziiiippping up my cock than jizz. The next half dozen
jets were almost as intense and my belly was awash with dripping
splooge. The relief was like a dam breaking to release a flood.

  I took a long shower and was exhausted so a long nap felt great. The rest
of the day was spent prowling Martinique and some welcome exercise swimming
off the beach. At dinner I was joined by an unusual fellow. He was a
brute. Looked like an NFL lineman: maybe close to 300 hundred pounds,
rugged not very handsome features and a dick totally out of proportion to
the rest of his physique. It was short and stubby resting on top of a very
large pair of balls. Not a football player, he was a preacher in a strict
ecumenical church, quiet and shy, again quite out of proportion to his
appearance. But bright and interesting to talk to. After dessert he
finally, haltingly, asked if I enjoyed oral sex. I replied in the
affirmative of course and he asked if I would suck his penis. Again, no
surprise, I replied in the affirmative. With that his tool began to
harden. And the little guy turned into a thick perfectly proportioned five
incher.

    Of course my dick boned up too and off to his stateroom we went. His
bed wasn't any bigger than mine and we had to be in a 69 position to both
get on the thing. He was already secreting precum and guess what? It was
luscious. He was obviously a rookie cocksucker and his technique was
halting and clumsy. I didn't get much past the early phase of licking from
his nutsack to the tip of his cock. Maybe I sucked his tool for twenty
seconds when he yelled, "Oh shit! Shit shit SHIT!" And my mouth became
flooded with his cum. I pulled away and watched his boner twitch and
spurt. He didn't squirt more than six inches in the air but his stream was
clothesline thick and voluminous. I know ball size has virtually no
relationship to ejaculation volume but those big 'nads of his produced many
many tens of million spermies.

   He was pretty excited about his experience and wanted to tell me how it
felt. He did and my guess that he had not had more than minimal experience
strengthened. Then he want back to sucking me. He wasn't very good at it
and I'd unloaded that morning so I never got close to cumming. He felt bad
about that but I lied a little bit and told him he did a fine job but that
It had been only two hours since my last orgasm and he did well to even get
me hard.

    Tomorrow was our last day and I had been considering the ultimate
experience. I decided I would like to be fucked while being sucked while I
sucked my sucker. I found Richard who was eager to have a 69 suck and I
looked forward to having his whole dickie in my mouth and besides I sort of
felt sorry for him. I chose my fucker whose boner I had admired earlier. It
was a long one that was curved with about a 45 degree upward bend. His name
was Hal. He was game and offered his stateroom with its double bed for the
tryst. I thought morning would be best. First because I was eager and
second because I didn't want any of us to get drained before the party.

      The vote was unanimous, we all wanted to watch everybody cum. I
greased up Hal after I had rolled a rubber on that pretty cock. I lay on my
side and Richard had me in his mouth before Hal made his entry. Jeez, Hal's
woody felt better than I could have hoped for. He really filled me up and I
didn't know it but that upward bend of his dick caused it to rub my
prostate with every stroke. He came all the way out so my sphincter popped
off his glans, then all the way in balls to the wall. All done slowly so I
could savor every moment. What a sensory overload! Loving the feel of a
whole cock in my mouth, sucking every drop of precum I could harvest and
feeiing the eager sucking my boner was receiving. The only problem was that
the surfeit of sensation had me too quickly in my second most favorite
state, that of ejaculatory inevitability. I lifted off The little cock in
my mouth to warn Richard I was getting close and he stopped sucking. I took
Rich's tool back in my mouth, Hal kept fucking me and the result was that I
teetered on the edge for a long minute before I said, "OK, any second
now. Oh man, I'm so close, so close, so...AAARRRGGGHHHH!" My cock jumped
and the first wad flew a good two feet to splash Rich's face. And I kept
erupting. Spurt after spurt raced down my dancing boner and I don't think
I'd ever delivered such a load before.

      I reached back to Hal's greasy cock and got some lube on my
finger. That allowed me to slide said digit up Rich's butt to massage his
prostate and I used my thumb to fondle his balls. He couldn't have lasted
more than a minute before he whined, "Umm, I don't want to but I'm afraid
I'm about to pop." I pulled back and used my other hand to tickle his piss
slit and his face was screwed up as though in agony. When I felt his
prostate swell and harden I got my face out of the way just in time to
watch that little boner spurt. His squirts were more gushes than squirts
but for a little guy that prostate must have been storing up cum for awhile
because it certainly delivered.

       By this time my asshole was getting a bit tender so I tightened my
sphincter on Hal's boner and that did the job: "Ready or not, here I cum,"
he said, and he pulled out. He got the rubber off just in time and his
pecker began to dance and spurt. Because of the upward bend of his organ
his cum arced up and travelled about three feet before splashing all over
me.

       We were all pretty much exhausted and just lay there silent for a
couple of minutes. Then Hal said, "I don't know about you guys but if this
cruise goes next year, I'm gonna be on it!"

				  THE END

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