Date: Thu, 24 May 2012 07:49:36 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Cruise Control. Part Two.

           This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All
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       Part Two

     While Paul and Fiona, brother and sister, were getting their end away,
fucking like there was no tomorrow, the two men, Gary and Frank, presented
themselves at the reception tables that had been set up in the boarding
terminal.

     A very pretty female ship's officer with a shoulder board carrying two
gold bars asked in English for their passports to be checked against a list
that was on a board that she held. With their names being checked off, they
were given their plastic cards and they boarded the bus to wait until it
had enough passengers to ferry them to the ship to board. As with the other
pair preceding them, they were told that their baggage would follow
shortly.

     Now both men had, in the past had had the odd fling with another of
the same sex and it appeared, that to men of their persuasion, they were
always on the lookout for any others that might be of the same bent as they
were. On not seeing any on this coach, they just held hands and smiled at
each other until they had to let go to leave the coach after the short trip
to the quay and get off to go aboard their cruise liner, having duly posed
for the ship's photographer.

     As if following the same pattern as the two Denison's, they went into
a clinch as soon as they were left alone in their cabin on the promenade
deck and quickly divested themselves of their clothes and fell into a sixty
nine position and sucked and tongued for all they were worth on the
opposite erect prick in front of them. Sucking and handling each other
until they came to a mutual understanding and both let themselves erupt
their sperm into the waiting orifice that was covering the heads of their
respective cocks.

     Gary and Frank had travelled up from Torrevieja by train to Valencia
and this had been the intention of Adam Wright too, though his original
station would have been that of Totana, with a change halfway along at
Murcia. But the time taken to get to Valencia and the ship would take six
hours and because of the time schedules, would take ten for the return
journey. So he opted to drive, it only being a four hour run and he could
park right on the quay.

     He collected his pass and paused for his picture being taken and went
and boarded the ship to be escorted to his cabin. It was a shock to him to
find that his wife, Carol was already inside and in the process of getting
changed.

     `What the hell are you doing here?' he exclaimed as soon as the door
was closed by the steward.

     `I might as well say the same to you. But seeing as I paid for this
cruise in the first place, I have more right to be here than you,' she
retorted.

     `Ten bloody months nearly without a word and now you are suddenly
here, why?' he countered.

     `As I said. I paid for the cruise, why shouldn't I enjoy it. The
question is really as to why are you here?' she retaliated.

     `Well it won't be for long,' he said, as he stormed out of the cabin
to seek out the reception desk to ask if there were any other cabins vacant
on the ship for him to occupy. The answer was in the negative as the ship
was full. Fuming, he went back up to his, their allocated cabin and went
inside.

     `Oh dear,' she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. `No other port
in a storm?' Adam just grunted and saw that in his absence his bags as well
as his wife's, Carol's suitcases had been delivered. He pushed his aside
and left the cabin and was the first person to find the only open bar on
the ship even though it was still a couple of hours before sailing time.

     He ordered a double brandy and soon ordered another and with this
second one, slowly came to his senses. He admitted to himself that it was a
shock on seeing Carol in the cabin, having thought that she would have
forgotten about the booking a year ago. Then cursed himself at his
involuntary outburst which could have been at best, a chance to salvage
what was left of his marriage to Carol. But he'd blown it with those few
words as well as trying to find alternative accommodation on the ship.

     When the travel agent had reminded him of the cruise, he'd thought
that he would find it a relaxing excursion and now he'd found that he'd
loaded himself with an albatross. It was in silence that he re-entered the
cabin to have a shower and change for dinner for he had felt the ship's
engines start and knew that the cruise had started and he was here lumbered
with a wife he no longer needed. She in all respect had been just as
dismayed as he when he'd walked into the cabin that was in their joint
names.

     He showered and changed and when suitably dressed, said he was going
up to the bar for a pre dinner drink. He didn't ask if she wanted one but
she followed him all the same and they got to the bar and both ordered
their drinks and went and sat down near one of the fixed windows that
looked out onto the out flowing cream of the wake that the ship was making,
on its forward passage to Rome, that being their first stop.

     `Hello,' said the man in the next seat to where they were
sitting. `Fellow Brits on a Spanish ship of the line. They wouldn't have
had that in Nelson's time,' the man chuckled which made Adam wince. `May we
join you?' He'd got up and started to move round to the other empty seats
and it would have been churlish to have refused him. Another man had also
risen and followed the first man round and sat down next to the first one.

     `My name's Gary Wiseman and this is my business partner, Frank
Delaney. We're from Torrevieja. Where are you from?'

     `Were from a small place outside of Mazarron,' Adam replied.

     `That's gotta be Camposol,' he chuckled.

     `I'm from London,' Carol said, quite haughtily.

     `Oh! I do apologise Mrs...?'

     `Wright,' she said from between tight lips. `The present Mrs Wright.'
Gary's eyebrows shot up and so did that of Adam's and they both looked at
each other, but neither would make any comment to this remark she had
uttered.

     `May we join you?' came the voice of Paul, diffusing what was an
awkward moment. `We heard you speaking English, the first I might add since
we came aboard. This is Fiona.' He didn't elaborate any further because the
people who were responsible for the boarding passes had wrongly assumed
that because they both had the same surname, that they were man and wife,
and they didn't disabuse them of their mistake, neither did they tell those
that they had just met.

     `Please,' said Frank, moving his chair to make room for the two
newcomers to join their circle.

     `Yes,' Fiona gushed. `Everybody seems to be speaking Greek to my
ears.'

     `Spanish dear,' said Paul. `This is a Spanish ship of the line.'

     `Then thank God we're sailing in the opposite direction to Cape
Trafalgar,' she said with a small laugh. The others dutifully tittered at
her remark. `Do you think many of the crew speak English?' she asked.

     `Well the barman does,' Paul interjected. `I ordered our drinks in
English and he knew what I'd said, so I should think that at least some of
the waiters will know what we will order.'

     `Gary and I speak some Spanish,' Frank piped up. `Well enough to get
by as it were, so if you run into any difficulty, call on us.' Nobody
noticed the stern look he got from Gary at this forthrightness.

     A short time was passed as they talked to and about each other, asking
what their occupations were and where did they live. Along with another
round of drinks that Gary laughed and said that he would get them, all
knowing that it was an all inclusive trip and you didn't have to pay a
thing at the bar. They learned that Gary and Frank ran a bar, successfully,
it was added, in Torrevieja and it was their first holiday away from the
bar for years.

     Adam admitted to be a writer, in a small way, and lived most of the
time in his villa just outside of Mazarron.

     `And I spend most of my time, alone, in London where I'm the editor of
a fashion magazine,' Carol said, casting a furious look at Adam as she
announced this.

     `What magazine is this?' Fiona burst out. `I work as a model and quite
often walk the catwalk wearing the latest fashions.'

     This perked up Carol and they, sitting next to each other began
speaking at the same time of who they both knew in their line of business.

     `I used to be a model too,' remarked Paul, `but that seems to have
dropped off a bit now and I spend most of my time drawing. You know,
pictures and the like.' This piqued Adam's curiosity.

     `What do you mean by drawings? Would that be sketches by any chance?'

     `Yes, why?'

     `Well I write books and have often wondered if they would be enhanced
by having some drawings inserted. To make a point, to illustrate exactly
what I'm trying to convey, if you get what I'm saying,' he finished
somewhat lamely.

     `Yes, I do,' said Paul, at which point Gary interrupted the
conversation by saying that it was time for the first sitting at
dinner. The others also perked up at the word dinner and they had all
booked for the first, most of the Spaniards preferring the later meal as
was their normal habit of eating late.

     They had been drinking in the Pacific bar which was one deck below
from where their cabins were. They all trooped off and down two decks to
pass reception and go one further deck down to where the Coral restaurant
was.

     It was a surprise to them but not to the staff for they knew that the
English would rather be seated together and so that was where they were all
guided, a table for six in the smoking section of this small yet seemingly
large, compact dining room.

     `Well they certainly know their stuff,' Gary spouted as they were
seated at this table and given menu's that were in English. Though they
were ostensibly three sets of couples, Carol upset this by placing herself
between Paul and Fiona leaving Adam to sit down between Paul and Gary and
leaving Frank on the other side next to Fiona. A couple of eyebrows were
raised at this but nothing was said.

     The meal was a delight and they had three bottles of wine to share and
it went down a treat and complimented the fine meal that they had been
given. It had been noted up in the bar that Gary, Paul and Adam were
smokers and as they were in a smoking section, there weren't any objections
as they lit up a cigarette after the meal. Paul asked for some coffee and
was told that coffee was to be obtained up in one of the bars as they had
to reset the tables for the second sitting.

     So they left the dining room, Carol and Fiona leading the way back up
to the same bar they had been in earlier before their dinner. They sat down
in the same order as they had at dinner and Frank gave their order for
coffee to a young woman dressed in what was the ship's uniform for the
staff. He also asked her where she came from and it surprised them all to
learn that most of the crew were Brazilian with a mixture of fourteen
different nationalities.

     They all spoke Spanish, Portuguese and some were quite good with their
English, and another thing that was strange was that the ship itself was
registered in Nassau, in the Bahamas and yet was run by a Spanish shipping
company.

     With the coffee ordered and a couple of other drinks as well, the
three smokers lit up and it was seen that they all smoked different brands
which made it easier for them to identify their own on the low coffee table
in front of them. The conversations were picked up where they had left off
in the dining room, though the two women had stopped talking all together.

     `So you run a bar in Torrevieja?' Adam asked Gary.

     `Yes. We not only run it but own it,' he replied.

     `Why there? I didn't really like the look of the place when I was
looking for a place to live. Too cramped the houses were. Close together,
not enough space and rather noisy.'

     `You're right,' Gary laughed. `Noisy and crowded but there's plenty of
money to be made there.'

     `What kind of bar? Just for drinks or do you do meals and the like,
you know, disco and quizzes?'

     `It's a gay bar,' Gary said flatly.

     `Oh,' was all Adam could say to that. `Er, are you and Frank, er, you
know, gay?' he stammered.

     `Yes,' he replied, giving Frank's knee a gentle slap, `and not ashamed
of it.'

     `Sorry. I didn't mean to appear rude and possibly offend you,' Adam
said in a trite voice.

     `No offence taken Adam. You being a writer should know all about the
gay scene.'

     `Well a little. I did some research when I was out a Thailand a few
years ago,' going slightly red in the face, not admitting that he'd
actually had had sex with another man. Gary noticed the flush and thought
to tease him a little.

     `So you've not dallied in the pink world then?' he asked with a smile
on his face. He noted the guilty look as Adam cast a glance over at the two
men who hadn't heard the question. Gary moved his head closer to Adam's.

     `Tell me later,' he whispered. `So what were you actually researching
in Thailand then,' he asked in his normal voice.

     `Well,' Adam began, still a bit flustered. `It sometimes can take me
up to four years to research and write a novel, but found that I can knock
out a soft porn story in a couple of weeks. It helps to keep some money
coming in though I write them using a pseudonym. That's why I was
interested that Paul here can draw, so that it's possible that he may be
able to help me with some illustrations.'

     `You mean erotic drawings,' Paul put in, having been listening to what
Adam was saying.

     `Er, yes, sort of,' he stammered again.

     `With maybe a few more explicit than just erotic?' Paul asked.

     `Er, yes,' Adam said, his face more than a touch pink now.

     `You wouldn't happen to have someone in mind to be the models?' Paul
asked with a wicked grin on his face as he looked at both Gary and Frank.

     `Good heavens no!' he cried out. `I wasn't thinking along those lines,
honest,' he said to the two gay men. Both had chuckled at the question and
the stricken look on Adam's face

     `Well I've, as Gary put it, dabbled in the pink world myself, being
bi-sexual,' Paul said, `though it's difficult to be doing it and drawing it
at the same time.' Gary and Frank laughed at this except Adam who had a
mortified look on his face.

     `Oh Paul. You've put me into an awkward position now...oh!' he
exclaimed at the faux pas he'd just uttered which made the others laugh
again. `No please, let me finish. What I had wanted to ask you was, well,
would it be too embarrassing to tell me exactly what it's like
when... when, well you know what I mean. I write about what goes on but
don't know exactly how to write of...of the er, participants feelings and
emotions.' Adam's face was now really flushed at stammering out the
question as Gary and Frank looked at each other.

     `Frank and I will talk this over,' Gary said, giving Adam's knee a
pat, `and let you know in the morning. For it's time for bed now for us,'
and he leaned forward to whisper to Adam, `to do what you only write
about.' Adam flushed again as Gary and Frank stood up and said their
goodnight's to them all.

     `Yes,' Paul said, giving out a yawn. `I think it's time for me to hit
the sack too. You coming Fiona?'

     `Yes,' she said and gave Carol a peck on the cheek. `See you tomorrow
at breakfast,' and they went off out of the lounge. Adam picked up his
cigarettes and lighter and stood up and waited for Carol to get her bag and
stand up before they left the lounge without a word being spoken. Nothing
was said until they were in their cabin.

     `I didn't think you were going to come on this cruise,' Adam said.

     `And why shouldn't I? I paid for the damn thing,' she retorted.

     `It's a double bed,' he said and realised what a foolish thing to say
considering that it was so obvious. `We haven't slept together for nearly a
year now,' he finished as he started to get undressed.

     `I know, so don't start getting ideas,' she said as she fished out a
night dress from one of the drawers. `I also asked reception if there were
any spare cabins, but there aren't, so you keep to your side and I'll keep
to mine.' She got into bed and turned off the bedside light that was on her
side. Adam shrugged his shoulders and got into bed, naked as he usually was
at night and turned off his light and said a brief goodnight which was
returned, muffled by the pillow.

                                                            *

     `So what were you and er, Carol talking about?' Paul asked as he began
to get undressed.

     `People we both know and of others. It's surprising at how many there
were,' she replied, also taking her clothes off. Paul was now naked on the
bed as he watched his sister finishing taking the last pieces off to then
pose in front of him.

     `Just what I like to see,' he said. His eyes running over her figure
that was still on the slim side with a thin waist but having breasts that
were slightly larger than they should be compared to the rest of her
body. At thirty six years of age, she was extremely fit and her face still
held its former beauty and was always in much demand for that as well as
her shape.

     `You could do with getting something of a sun tan,' she said to Paul
as she looked down at his thirty eight year old body, slim but with
muscles. No paunch as yet and still as good looking as when he was a
teenager and was surprised that he didn't get many modelling jobs now. His
drawings and sketches didn't bring in much money and it was her that really
supported him now financially.

     `I've been wanting to use this all day,' he said to her as he lifted
up his erection that had grown up along his stomach as he'd watched her
undress. It was big and hard with the fiery red top half exposed from under
its foreskin. `Come and give it a suck.' She licked her lips and with a
smile on her face, got onto the bed and moved in between his legs that
opened for her to take hold of him and lower her head to take him in her
mouth.

     `Mmmm,' she mouthed as her tongue roved over and round the head as he
gave out a groan of pleasure at what she was doing.

     `Not too much,' he gasped as her head bobbed up and down on him.

     `No,' she said, releasing him and letting him feel the cool air that
swirled round the now fully exposed head where she had pushed the foreskin
right back. `I want it inside me but only after you had your turn of
sucking on me.' She rolled over his leg and lay back and opened her legs
for him to rise up and move in between them. His arms went up under her
thighs so that he could just reach the lips of her sex to part them with
his fingers. Her clitoris was a hard little nodule, already up in
anticipation and shuddered when he rasped it with his tongue. She loved it
when a tongue was doing this, between the darting in and out of her vagina,
making her tremble all over as the heat started to rise up deep down in her
belly.

     `Now Paul, now,' she gasped after a couple of minutes of his tonguing,
pulling at his ears which she called his love handles. `Put it in now and
fuck me,' she panted, and he moved up and over her, letting his hard
throbbing cock slide up inside her.

     She gave out a crooning sound as she felt his hardness begin to fill
her and grasped his shoulders firmly when he was fully inside and had his
weight on top. They moved in unison after many years of practice as they
sought to give as much pleasure to each other as they fucked.

     Such was their urgency, they were soon bouncing on the bed as they
reached their climax together, coming with grunts from him and groans from
her. Panting heavily as they heaved at one another, him pressing down to
her pushing up, Fiona loving the pulsations of his cock as he came in his
short, sharp bursts.

     He squashed her breasts as his chest came down onto hers, their sweat
mingling as did their juices which she could feel to begin to ooze out
round his prick still up inside her.

     `You're still the best,' he panted as he kissed her lips.

     `And you're still a good stud,' and gave out a whimper as he pulled
out to flop over onto his back. She lifted herself up and gave his cock
another suck, liking to taste her own juices as well as to pull out any
sperm left inside the tube of his penis. Then it was off to the small
bathroom to wipe away their juices that was now running down the inside of
her leg. Washed and dried, she got back into bed where they had a kiss and
a cuddle before saying goodnight to each other.

                                                            *

     `Did you see Adam's face?' Frank laughed when they were in their
cabin, taking Gary into his arms and giving him a kiss. `Stuttering and
going red?'

     `Yes,' Gary laughed with him, `and without him saying it, I think he's
had a taste of it in the past, but not enough to know exactly what to
write. Do you think we should let him know how we feel about having sex in
our fashion?'

     `That's for you to say, after all, you are my husband and have the
last word,' Frank said, going all coy as he began to undo Gary's shirt and
loosen the buckle to his trouser belt.

     `What about letting him have the full experience too?'

     `It's your decision darling,' Frank said as he pushed the shirt fully
open so that he could kiss Gary's nipples and give them a gentle chew. Gary
pondered on this as he pushed his trousers down to his ankles along with
his underpants for Frank to then sink to his knees and take Gary's
throbbing piece of meat into his mouth to suck and chew on.

     `Slow down,' Gary said after a couple of minutes. `Let's do it
properly on the bed,' lifting him up and kissing him as he undid the
buttons of Frank's shirt. He too was sporting an erection that was revealed
when his trousers came down and they left both pairs on the floor as they
got onto the bed and went into the sixty nine position.

     It wasn't exactly head to tail, though it would be if you called their
pricks, their tails. For lying like this on their sides, the throbbing
organ of each other was just before their eyes though it was the mouth and
tongues as well as the teeth that was used as they took each other in and
began oral sex.

     This also included taking the scrotum into the mouth and sucking
gently on the balls contained inside, moving them about with the tongue. On
release, they nibbled up the underside of the penis they were handling
until they reached the top to blow into the eye of the cock before Gary
could work his tongue down between skin and flesh to run round the head of
Frank`s cock, catching the erogenous zone where the foreskin was attached
to the flesh, known as the G string. Frank could only nibble at this place
because Gary had been circumcised.

     Such was their experience in cocksucking, that they were able to make
it last for over half an hour before, by mutual consent, they came
together, filling their mouths with the semen of the other, to hold until
they had finished coming, moving it around inside, getting the taste before
swallowing and then licking the fiery head clean of any residue.

     Where a woman can have multiple orgasms in a short period of time, it
takes a man a lot longer. So they turned round to kiss, cuddle and stroke
each other till roused again. Now it was for anal sex and Gary went first
and rolled a condom down over his cock as Frank went onto his knees leaning
forward to rest himself on his flat forearms, his arse up in the air. Gary
used one hand on Frank's hip to steady himself and the other to place his
cock at the target of the hole he was going to fuck. With it held in place
by his body, placed his other hand on the opposite hip and pushed himself
forward, still after all this time, revelling at the tightness that
surrounded his prick when inside.

     Frank had given out a groan at the expansion of his ring piece as the
head widened him enough for it to slip inside and sigh at having the hard
and solid shaft following until their thighs met and he could feel the
pulsating cock beating inside him.

     So Gary fucked his "wife" until he came for the second time that
evening and after the withdrawal and disposing of the condom, let Frank
have his turn in the fucking of his "husband".

                                                           *

     The three couples, at different times, made their way down to the
dining saloon only to find that they didn't have the same table as the
night before for dinner, but were herded into the centre of the saloon to
be seated for breakfast. This way, they all sat at different tables for
breakfast with Spanish people, and it was also in the non smoking section
which didn't help the smokers amongst them.

     So it was a quick meal and up to find another dining place called the
Lido buffet. Here, others, those already pre-warned, had gathered for their
breakfasts, unlike the Coral dining saloon where they had dinner, for here
it was self service and they could smoke as well with their coffee. This
buffet style place was on one deck above the Pacific bar and it was partly
open to the fresh air. There was also a small pool but at this time, was
empty of water and not in use.

     `Well I'll be dining up here every morning,' Gary declared and Frank
nodded.

     `So will I,' Adam said, inhaling deeply on his cigarette.

     `Well I won't,' said Carol. `I don't smoke and I came on this cruise
to be waited on, not have to help myself of half cold food. I'll continue
to use the dining room.'

     `I'll keep you company,' Fiona said.

     `Desertion! Mutiny!' cried Paul. `It looks as though I've been cast
adrift so I'll join you fella's up here in the mornings then.'

     `Are you going on the tour tomorrow?' Carol asked Fiona. Rome being
their first port of call on the cruise and that this present day was to be
the only full day at sea as they would then be in a port every day
afterwards. For Rome, it didn't exactly dock there but at the port of
Civitavecchia, a good three quarters of an hour outside of the Eternal
City. On Thursday they would call at Livorno where there was a choice of
two tours, one being to Florence and the other Pisa. Next, on Friday, they
would be calling at Villefranche for again, two choices, they being Monaco
or Monte Carlo, this being the week after the famous Formula One road
circuit.

     Saturday was to be Ajaccio, the capital of Corsica and Sunday, the
last day to call at Mahon on the island of Menorca. Monday being their day
of arrival back at their starting port of Valencia.

     `I've always wanted to visit Rome,' Carol had continued.

     `I've been here a couple of times,' Fiona admitted, `but they were for
photo shoots and so never did get to see anything for it was all rush,
rush, rush.'

     `We have to book the tour down at the reception,' Frank said.

     `I hope that we can get an English speaking guide on the coach,' Adam
put in, `though it'll be all right for you two speaking Spanish,' he said,
addressing Gary and Frank.

     `Hey, we're not that good,' he laughed. `We only know enough to get by
in running a bar.'

     With that and the coffee being finished, the six of them went down to
reception to book the tour. It wasn't cheap, seventy Euros a head. Here
they had to give over their credit cards for they didn't take cash, nor did
anywhere else on the ship. Drinks and food were all inclusive but not
anything from the boutique, photography shop, masseur, and cigarettes
etc. This also applied to the casino that the ship had, signing for any
chips to play the tables with.

     Carol was dismayed to learn that the coach left the ship at eight
thirty in the morning, the same time that they would begin serving
breakfast in the Coral saloon, so it would mean her and Fiona having to
have the buffet if they didn't want to go hungry all day. It turned out
that there would be ten coaches and one would have an English speaking
guide for they found out that they were the only six English people on the
ship and their coach would have eighteen Dutch who all spoke English and
would be on the tour with them.

     Of the four tours on offer, they opted for the full Rome tour which
consisted of driving round, not stopping at the Coliseum, other sights and
stopping near, a short walk away, from the Trevi Fountain, made famous from
the film of Three Coins in the Fountain which also featured briefly in
Roman Holiday. Then it was onto the Vatican to see the museum there as well
as visiting the famous Sistine Chapel.

     They took away brochures for tours of their other stops but Adam,
after looking at his, decided not to go on any others as he'd already been
to Florence, Pisa, Monaco and Monte Carlo and didn't feel inclined towards
the other two.

     Before they could get to the bar for a drink, the tannoy announced
that they would be having boat drill in fifteen minutes and all passengers
were to return to their cabins and get their lifejackets and study the
notice on the inside of their door as to where their boat station was.

     They being on the Promenade deck, found that their boat station was
one deck below and so when the bells started ringing, armed with their
lifejackets, were checked against a list and then shown how to put their
jackets on. Each with their cabin number stencilled on as well as their
station which made the identification easier. There was a general hubbub of
noise as some people made a hash of putting their belts on and the whole
thing took half an hour before they could disperse to return their jackets
to their cabins to meet up in the bar afterwards.

     The two women declined to join them as they wished to visit the ship's
boutique and stretch out on a lounger in the sunshine. So the four men sat
together with their drinks and cigarettes on the table and talked of the
forth coming tour before they got round to what Adam had asked the previous
evening.

     `Adam, as to you asking at how we feel by having male sex, I can only
say that it's really hard to convey exactly how we feel in the doing of the
act. It can be many things ranging from exotic, exciting, indescribable and
even can be rather traumatic.

     It affects different people in different ways. If it was the latter,
there wouldn't be many gays around and let's face it, homosexuality is even
older than female prostitution or lesbianism, though that comes quite close
in second place in what they call a vice.

     To Frank and myself, it's a thing of pleasure and enjoyment, well
Paul, saying that he's bi-sexual should know that.'

     `Yes,' Paul said. `You've got to really have the experience because,
as Gary has said, it...it's really indescribable.' His eyes were alight at
saying this and Adam noted this, for he could guess the way things were
being said that he was going to be asked the very question, which wasn't
long in coming.

     `I could spend hours talking about how it feels but you still would
not be able to comprehend the full depth and meaning of male sex until
you've actually experienced it. Would you be willing to try it with me?' he
asked quite softly. `I don't mind and won't take offence if you say no.'

     `I'll get you another drink,' said Frank getting up, which broke the
tension that was hanging in the air. Gary and Adam eyed each speculatively,
Gary asking himself if Adam would go for it and Adam wondering if he could
do it. It was all very well fucking another man in Thailand, but to be the
recipient? That was the question. Frank came back with another round of
drinks and sat back down to await Adam's answer. Adam looked at Paul and
got a slight nod of the head, telling him to go for it and so after a hefty
swig of his drink, spoke.

     `I'll try it Gary, and thanks,' Adam said, feeling his face go red as
he spoke.

     `It'll be me thanking you,' Gary said, placing his hand on Adam's knee
and giving it a gentle squeeze. `It would have to be in two parts because
neither of us would have the stamina or the time to do it all in one
go. Shall we start now?'

     Adam could only nod now that he'd made the decision and quickly
finished his drink, not being able to look the other two men in the eye as
he stood up, picking up his cigarettes and following Gary out of the bar.

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