Date: Mon, 28 May 2012 07:43:34 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Cruise Control. Part Eight.
This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All
comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.
Part Eight
They were all up early in the morning and after having their showers
had got dressed and Alfredo, their ubiquitous cabin steward had knocked on
each cabin to see if the cruise had been a pleasant one, and got the
expected tips from them all. This was in spite of them all having signed
over to the cruise company, sixty five Euros per cabin to cover tipping,
which would be pooled and shared out amongst all crew members. That's
because the backroom boys, engine room staff, kitchen hands and all those
who did not have direct contact with the passengers, got a fair share to
supplement the low wages that they were paid in spite of the huge profit
the company made from each cruise.
Having tipped Alfredo, Adam and Paul were surprised when opening the
cabin door at the next knock to find Carol and Fiona standing outside.
`Oh, er, come in,' Adam stuttered at this sudden showing up of the two
women. `We were just about to go up to the Lido for breakfast.'
`So were we, but stopped off here first,' Carol said.
`Adam,' said Fiona moving up close to him and surprised him by giving
him a kiss on the cheek. `Look after Paul for me.'
`I...I most certainly will,' he stammered, his face flushing.
`And you look after Adam,' Carol said to Paul as she too moved in
close and kissed him on the cheek, making him blush also.
`I will, and both of you really take care of each other,' he said and
there was then a sudden silence with each not really knowing what else to
say at this parting of the ways.
`You'll be taking Paul back to the villa?' Carol asked. She always
called it the villa in Spain whenever she was talking to somebody about it.
`Er, yes. Will you and Fiona be, er, living together?' Adam asked in
return.
`Yes, in Knightsbridge. Fiona will be selling her flat, er, hers and
Paul's, and will see that Paul gets his half share when all is settled,'
she said. The question both wanted to ask but were afraid to bring up the
subject of them getting a divorce, was not mentioned. Let sleeping tigers
lay said Adam to himself.
`Well let's go and have our last breakfast on the ship,' Paul said
with a half laugh, somewhat embarrassed at what had just been spoken
about. Which seem to be a good idea and so they left the cabin that Fiona
and Paul had started off the cruise in but finished up with it being Adam
and Paul as the occupants.
They met up with Gary and Frank and during the meal, the ship was
nosing its way into the harbour and docking place in Valencia. They also
exchanged full names and addresses as well as telephone numbers, promising,
as people always do, to keep in touch.
Now each deck had been issued with luggage labels with different
colours and this was how the baggage was sorted down below during the night
so that those passengers on the upper deck were to be the first off along
with their baggage to be collected from a carousel like at an airport. Then
the next deck down and so on, so that those who had the cheapest cabins
were the last off.
With their meal over, they waited for the tannoy announcement to say
that it was time for disembarkation and they got up and went down to the
deck where the gangway was. Here, they handed over their plastic cards and
walked through a covered walkway to where their baggage would be delivered
for collection.
The time getting off the ship was slightly later than advertised but
Carol then found out that she had the same flight booked as Fiona from
Valencia airport to London. So their bags were hauled off the carousel and
Gary and Frank offered to carry them out to the taxi rank.
Fiona gave Adam another kiss and told him again to look after her
brother and Carol surprised Adam by kissing him on the cheek too before he
kissed Fiona goodbye. Gary and Frank got their cheeks kissed too as the men
returned into the building to collect their bags.
`How were you thinking of getting home?' Adam asked Gary as they began
to take their bags off as they came round.
`We'll get the train,' he replied.
`Why don't you come in my car? It's no problem for me to drive down to
Torrevieja. It's not far off my route to home. I've got the car parked here
and I'm sure we could all squeeze in. What do you say? We can then stop and
have a drink and maybe a plate of tapas,' Adam said. Frank and Gary both
agreed that it was a good idea and so they carried their bags out to the
parking compound where Adam collected his car, having paid the seventy euro
parking fee on his arrival there.
It was a squash of getting the bags in the boot but it was managed and
it wasn't long before they were driving off towards where Gary and Frank
had their bar and lived. It took them nearly thirty minutes to get out of
the city and onto the motorway south which was relatively clear and were
soon turning off for Torrevieja where Gary had to start giving Adam
directions.
Carol and Fiona had just taken off in the aeroplane for Gatwick as the
car pulled up outside the Flamingo Bar. The sign being a big pink flamingo
that showed up quite clearly against the black background. Gary and Frank
got their cases out of the boot and invited Adam and Paul inside. Paul
laughed at the small sign above the door that read, "Come inside".
There were squeals from the bar tenders at the sight of Gary and Frank
who dropped their bags on the floor to be welcomed with open arms and a few
kisses. Adam noted that there were at least twenty or more people already
sitting at various tables in what was quite a large space considering the
false impression one got from the outside.
Adam and Paul were introduced and given a large beer each straight
away and they went and sat down at a table, many greetings being shouted
out to Gary and Frank by the other patrons of the bar. Frank got one of the
other barmen to take Gary's case and they disappeared through the door at
the rear of the bar.
The cold beers went down a treat and the glasses were soon refilled
and Adam and Paul went and selected some tapas that were on display which
they both enjoyed with fresh bread to help mop up the delicious
sauces. Frank and the barman had been missing for nearly half an hour
before they returned.
`Rupert has just been given his bonus for looking after the bar,' Gary
chuckled and Adam noticed the flushed faces of the pair of them as Frank
then began showing Paul's drawing to some of the other customers. After
about fifteen minutes, Frank came over to where they were sitting, his face
still flushed.
`They all really loved your drawing Paul.' he gushed. `So much so,
that several of them want you to do a drawing of them.'
`I haven't got my pad or crayons with me, besides,' he gave a quick
glance at Adam, `we can't stay here all day.'
`Couldn't you do the drawing from a photograph?' Adam asked, thinking
of the photos already in the camera of them having sex in both forms.
`Yes, I suppose I could,' he replied.
`How much will they cost?' Frank asked. Paul looked at Adam.
`What do you think Adam?' he asked.
`That ball's in your court but I don't think it should be less than
thirty Euros, but it's your call.'
`Thirty sounds okay to me,' Frank said. `Let me go and see,' and off
he went and spoke to four of the other men and was soon back at the table,
sitting down. `They all said yes. If you've got your camera, we could go
upstairs and you can take the pictures and send along the drawings when
you've done them.'
Adam passed over the camera to Paul who sighed and got up as Frank
scurried off again and told them to follow him upstairs and Paul followed.
*
`They didn't mind stripping their clothes off as soon as we got into
Frank's room,' Paul said later. `They all seemed to want to have their
pictures taken in different poses though, of them with their erections
fully up. Here Frank helped out by going down on them and giving them a
suck until they were up and hard. So I've got them all in the camera and
they're prepared to wait for a week or two till I've posted them back.'
`Well, you haven't moved in yet and you've already started working and
bringing in some money,' Adam laughed and Paul blushed because he knew he
would be living off of Adam until he did start getting some revenue in for
his keep.
Adam had only accepted a small beer for he still had a couple of hours
driving yet to do and it wasn't long before they said their goodbyes to
Gary and Frank, giving and receiving kisses, oblivious to the other males
in the bar.
So Gary and Frank were the first pair from the cruise to get home.
*
Carol and Fiona had got to the airport in time for checking in and had
an argument at the desk about getting a refund on the return ticket of her
brother that wouldn't be used.
`Then that seat next to me had better stay empty, or else,' she
exploded. `For I've paid for that seat and if anyone tries to sit there
because you've sold it twice, I'll sue unless I get a refund.'
A supervisor had been called over and a compromise was reached and
Fiona got back half of the fare paid.
The plane took off at twelve noon and after two and half hours, landed
at Gatwick, though the time there in England was now only one thirty
because of the time difference. After collecting their suitcases, they got
to the station platform with tickets through to Victoria Station. Carol
said that they would take a taxi from there and so they arrived at Carol's
flat in Knightsbridge half an hour after Adam and Paul had left the
Flamingo bar.
`This is now your new home,' Carol said as she opened the door to
their second floor apartment. They walked in and dropped the cases in the
hall as Carol showed her over the place.
`It's magnificent,' Fiona said. `It's much bigger that it looks, going
by the outside. Oh Carol, I'm so pleased you asked me to move in,' and went
into her arms and they kissed.
`Let me show you the bedroom,' Carol said huskily and they broke apart
and went in and Fiona was delighted to see the large bed that was there
with its pink cover that Carol quickly pulled off, as well as the blanket
and sheet.
`Can we christen it?' Fiona asked, licking the partly opened lips of
her mouth. Carol gave her a smile instead of speaking as she began to
undress. Fiona too began to take her clothes off and with them both running
their hands over the others body, sank down onto the soft mattress and
began to make love.
*
Adam had opted to take the longer route home going on down and through
Cartagena and not taking the new motorway to Mazarron. He wanted to go over
the mountain where halfway down on the other side, was a lay-by where he
pulled off the twisting road so that Paul could have a good look at the
view of the bay outside of the Port of Mazarron, a small town of its
own. The view was spectacular being surrounded on three sides by the
mountain and this panorama spread out before them.
They got back into the car and carried on and took the by-pass of the
port but stopped at a large supermarket at the other end of town and did
some shopping before carrying on past Mazarron and just the few more miles
on to Camposol.
It was an urbanisation that was still not quite finished even though it
had been started twelve years earlier and Adam drove on past the golf
course up through some small hills to the last sector where his house was
and soon pulled up outside this gleaming white Spanish style villa.
He parked on the side road for the place was situated on a corner with
the house surrounded on three sides with walls of about seven foot in
height. They carried the shopping in first and while Adam was putting the
supplies away, Paul went back out to the car and returned with their cases.
The inside of the house was compact and more than enough for two
persons and Adam quite proudly showed him the main bedroom on the ground
floor with its own bathroom. The next downstairs room which was originally
a second bedroom but he'd turned it into an office with two computers and
four bookcases and artifacts up on the walls. The dining room off the
lounge which was open plan had a table to sit six next to a nice size
kitchen.
He led him upstairs to where there was another bedroom with its own
separate bathroom and a big sliding door that led out onto the sun terrace,
giving them a wide view over what was designated as a green area, small
mountains being seen in the distance.
Back downstairs and through the kitchen led to the steps down into the
rear garden that had a sparkling blue pool that looked so inviting. Small
shrubs and trees were scattered about with the ground being covered in a
red and white gravel.
`What a marvellous place to live,' Paul said, giving Adam's arm a
hug. `I'm surprised that you even left here, just for a cruise.'
`Well the cruise was booked over a year ago and it seemed a pity to
waste the money. If it hadn't been all paid up, I wouldn't have gone. I
like the peace and quiet and it helps when I get down to some serious
writing.' From the kitchen door, you could just see over walls to other
pools in some adjoining properties but as Adam took Paul's hand and took
him down to the poolside patio, Paul noticed that they now couldn't be seen
except for the most immediate villa next door.
`Let's have a swim before dinner,' Adam said. `Let's get the sweat off
of us from the drive,' as he began to take his clothes off and drop them
onto a plastic patio chair.
`I've no costume,' Paul said, hesitant about stripping off.
`Skinny dipping here. There's only next door's house that can see the
pool, besides, they only use the place for the odd holiday and they're not
here now,' Adam said as he was now naked and standing before Paul and
helping him to undress. He couldn't help but run his hands over the solid
shoulder muscles and marvelled at how firm his body was and ran his hands
down Paul's back and caressed the tight firm cheeks of his bum.
`Come and swim,' he said and dived into the deep end of the pool,
surfacing and shaking his head to clear the water from his eyes. `Lovely
and refreshing.' Paul went and jumped in.
They swam up and down the ten metre pool for several minutes before
Adam stopped and stood up at the shallow end, the water level just coming
up to his waist. Paul stopped and stood next to him and Adam could see that
in spite of the coolness of the water, Paul had an erection the same as he
had. Adam took Paul into his arms and gave him a kiss, rubbing his front
against Paul's.
`Fuck me Paul,' he whispered. `Here, now, in the water,' grasping
Paul's erection and giving it a rub before releasing him and turning round
and half bending over and held the side of the pool.
This is so erotic, Paul thought as he could see the tanned cheeks of
Adam's bum shimmering beneath the surface of the water as he moved behind
him. With one hand guiding himself, he place the head of his cock between
the cheeks of that tanned bum and pushed forward. They both gasped. Adam
from the widening of his arsehole and Paul from the sudden change from cold
water to the internal body heat of Adam. His cock slid right in till his
thighs were up against those of Adam.
`That's lovely,' sighed Adam, flexing his sphincter muscle, tightening
around Paul's throbbing cock up inside him. Paul held the hips firmly as he
began to fuck Adam, feeling the water swirl round his balls as he moved
himself in and out of Adam, loving the change of heat and coolness along
his shaft as he fucked him.
`Too soon!' Adam cried as his hips were held tighter and the ramming
into his arse increased in pace.
`I can't help it,' Paul groaned as he held on tight as his hips really
began pumping away as he came inside Adam, sending his seed straight up to
be killed off by being sent into the wrong place.
`Oh Paul, that was great,' Adam said after having the hard cock pulled
out of him. He'd turned round and was now washing Paul's cock in the pool
water, pushing the foreskin right back to clean him properly.
`My turn now,' Paul said, assuming the same stance that Adam had done
and he too gasped at the rough entry but welcomed it just the same and
crooned as Adam then fucked him who got the same pleasure that Paul had got
from fucking this backside in the cool water.
After washing himself, Adam got out of the pool and opened a locker by
the house wall and pulled out some towels and they dried themselves. Paul
went to start to get dressed again but Adam stopped him and just collected
up their clothes and led the way back into the house naked. They stayed
that way as they prepared and ate dinner before going to bed to make love
again.
*
To Gary and Frank, the cruise had been a welcome break from the seven
day a week chore of running a bar. The added bonus being of getting their
hands on a heterosexual man and taking him into the delights of male sex
and virtually turning him almost instantly into a homosexual.
As soon as they had got in the bar, Frank had taken Rupert upstairs to
give him his bonus by letting him fuck him and then after pulling off the
used condom, going down to suck and clean him up. Both pleased, Rupert in
fucking Frank and him pleased at having Rupert being the one to fuck him.
When dressed, Frank got out the drawing of Paul's and showed to all in
the bar on his return downstairs and got orders for Paul to do drawings of
those that wanted one done. It was an added pleasure of getting to suck on
four different cocks to bring up to a full erection so that Paul could take
the pictures he wanted for the drawings he would be doing later.
Frank later took Justin, the other barman upstairs and let him fuck
him too. Gary saw to the two evening barmen later and they too enjoyed the
extra bonus they got.
Life for them carried on as before without much change and were
delighted when the drawings arrived and got even more commissions for Paul.
*
The cruise had been the cause of a dramatic change of life-style for
Carol now that she was sure that she was a confirmed lesbian. She now knew
what she had been missing and in some strange way, now forgave Adam for
having sex with Paul but at least it had solved the problem of their
marriage. There would not now be a messy divorce for she was content enough
to let sleeping dogs lie for she had the flat in Knightsbridge and he had
the villa in Spain. She was earning good money and Adam made enough from
his books to survive.
She was glad to get back to her desk at the magazine and being the
editor, could hire and fire people and so put Fiona on the payroll to write
up a beauty column. Her writing wasn't up to scratch but with someone else
taking the draft, put it together that was acceptable for printing.
Fiona carried on with whatever commissions she could to appear in
adverts though she was shot down when she started to try and promote any
specific products by saying they were the best. Carol said that their
magazine was not like Which magazine, for they couldn't come out and say
that one product was better than another. That would upset the other firms
that advertised through the magazine.
Though with Fiona's contacts with the people who used her for showing
off their products, mainly beauty items, she brought them round to using
Carol's magazine to advertise them.
Their love grew slowly as time went on and found that their sex life
also increased to a most satisfying degree as they got on most harmoniously
whether at work or at home.
*
Adam also had found a new lease of life with Paul and was glad that he
had taken that cruise and had found the courage to ask Gary to help him in
his quest for the understanding of the male side of sex. It was a sudden
and traumatic change of lifestyle and habits that he wouldn't have dreamed
of before.
He could now write his pornographic stories with this insight and
really describe the feelings of a homosexual in the throes of being fucked
or of the one doing the fucking. Paul with his input which was basically
heterosexual in respect of his sister Fiona, incestuous as it was, it was
his knowledge of the lesbian way of having sex that helped.
He had more than once made up a threesome with his sister getting to
fuck both of them and then watching two women make love. Fiona had also
related to him exactly how she had felt in doing this with another woman,
and at night in bed with Adam, he would relate this while a cassette
recorder was on for Adam to later transcribe and it added to the knowledge
for his books.
But the crowning part was that his books were now being illustrated by
Paul, and it was without a doubt that this increased the sales and though
it took well over six months, orders started to come in for copies of the
drawings that had appeared in the books published.
Paul had done those for the Flamingo bar and other orders slowly began
to follow, and was now drawing at least ten sketches per book that Adam
wrote. The lowest number for any one book where they got orders for copies
of the sketches, was two hundred. So at forty Euros a pop, Paul was making
more money than when modelling.
Adam had always been an early riser and would work at his computer
during the morning and knock off around mid-day, Paul doing his drawings in
this time also. Then it would be a light lunch and down to the pool for the
afternoon. Swimming and lounging in the sun. Paul keeping fit by his
swimming, Adam by having Paul fuck him as and when he could get it.
* * *
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