Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 19:13:51 -0500 (CDT)
From: Stewart Granneman <sdgrannd@usfamily.net>
Subject: Jon Parker takes a cruise - Part 3 ( Passenger Ken Docker )

Gunner woke me up with a kiss to my lips and I stretched my sore achy body.
A loud yawn escaped from my dry mouth. Gunner hugged me and began to
initiate casual foreplay. He kissed my neck, then his hand started to
massage my cock and balls.

Eventually, the foreplay transformed into the sixty nine position and we
were savoring the taste of each other's cocks.  We are both fully erect and
moaning in ecstasy from the constant oral stimulation.  Gunner is playing
with my back hole, pushing his finger in and out of my ass canal, and soon I
shoot my load deep into his throat. After Gunner consumes my milky
excrement, he positions his body over mine, and starts to fuck my mouth with
his broad seven inch dick. Gunner is holding my head with his hands and
pounding his hard flesh into my esophagus. He starts calling to god, then
deposits his man chowder onto the roof of my mouth and down my windpipe. I
swallow his load like a chocolate milk shake, and lick my lips with
satisfaction. Afterwards, we showered, dressed and headed up to the upper
deck.

"When is my dinner with Captain Jackson, Gunner?" I asked while we were
having breakfast.

"You make it sound like a candle lit dinner for two. The Captain's table
seats ten people, and all of those people will be buying for the Captains
attention. Formal wear, so dress up okay. Don't make me regret inviting
you." Gunner corrects me.

"Is there anything else I need to know?" I inquired, after gulping down the
last piece of toast.

"It's this Friday night at 7:00, in the Pacific restaurant. I'll be there as
well, so I'll stop by and pick you up at 6:30 sharp. There will be a four
course dinner, then a song and dance production.  Whole thing lasts about
three hours. Afterwards, the Captain will sometimes choose one or two of his
guests to join him for a tour of the bridge. I've heard from the bridge
staff that sometimes a guest will get a private tour of the Captain's
personal quarters, and usually those guests harbor the male anatomy." Gunner
concluded, then finished his meal.

"Are you saying the Captain is gay?"  I asked, then finished drinking my
orange juice.

"The rumors cannot be verified, everything is pure speculation, but hey,
who's to say. The ship is docking in Cozumel in about four hours, you should
sign up for one of the tour buses! I've got to get going.  See you later
tonight? Gunner suggested.  I nodded in agreement.

Since I had some free time, I decided to take off my shoes and stroll around
the ship. I wanted to get familiar with some of the different establishments
located throughout the liner, before I went ashore.

I slowly walked around the inner perimeter of the ship and ended up on the
observation deck, allowing the cool breeze to flow across my body, while I
watched the ship dock into Cozumel.  I felt very relaxed and I was finally
getting some me time.

At noon, I walked into town, along with many other quests from the boat and
boarded one of the tour buses, which would take us to a white sandy beach.
The bus ride took about forty five minutes, and the seats were on the side,
like a subway car. Sitting across from me was a very good looking thirty
something guy, with short dirty blonde hair, parted in the middle of his
forehead. The attractive man had a small perky nose, a trimmed Fu Manchu
mustache and a slim body.

As we traveled down the road, the uniquely delicious stranger stared at me
with bright brown eyes, which twinkled and glazed in hopeful wonder. I
winked at the stranger to let him know that I was definitely interested in
the merchandize.

While on the Caribbean beach, I found out his name was Ken and he was
single. He had followed me into a small cantina and sat at the table next to
mine.

'Hi! I'm Ken Docker from Seattle. I hope you don't mind me saying, but you
have incredible green eyes." He says with truthful intent.

Nothing turns me on more than another guy who is honest and forth right.
This behavior indicates a powerful sexual encounter, with someone who is
truly comfortable with their sexual urges and desires and is not afraid to
take a chance.

"Well, thank you! I'm Jon Parker from Baltimore, and may I say that I am
also impressed with the stunning panoramic view in front of me."  I
answered, with a big smile.

Ken went on to talk about his job as a house inspector and his efforts to
maintain and manage several properties, which he owns. Ken had taken many
cruise ship vacations and suggested I try snorkeling, and he would be my
swimming buddy. How could I say no to this deeply tanned mature buck?

Further up the beach, away from the crowds, a playful attraction developed
between Ken and I  as we discreetly touched and kissed each other under the
sky blue water.

During that time, Ken asked me if I wanted to come back to his suite, after
we returned to the ship.

"Sounds like fun" I answered, as I raised my left eyebrow, meaning that we
were going to have a lot of naked hardcore fun.

An hour before dinner, we were transported back to the liner and even though
Ken and I were energized and anxious to be alone, we first went to the Lido
deck, where a seafood buffet was set up. Full of shrimp and crab meat, we
staggered our way to Ken's cabin.

Ken's lodging looked exactly like mine, down to the small white iron railing
which surrounded the balcony and the pure white comforter on the bed.

Ken suddenly grabbed my crotch and began to massage my bulging mound. I
kissed his neck and soon we were all over each other.  I ripped his shirt
open and began to lick and chew on his nipples. Ken grabbed my head and ran
his fingers through my thick silky hair, while I made my way down to the
kneeling position.

I looked up at Ken, who was staring down at me with anticipation and
excitement, then I reached up and touched his swollen member.

"Oh Jon!" Ken exclaimed, after I yanked his swim suit to the floor and
devoured his dripping erect cock. I sucked his juicy seven inch shaft and
explored his body with my hands.  Ken continued to softy moan as he began to
pump his hips, plunging his swelling member deeper into my mouth. In time,
Ken was raping my throat with forceful thrusts of his mature staff.

Suddenly Ken grunted and exploded into my mouth. The warm juices of Ken's
discharge flowed down my gullet like a tasty treat, which I readily
swallowed. Nothing gives me more strength and confidence than the
consumption of another male's inner essence.

Ken and I got naked and retreated to the bed, where our flesh melded
together into a twisting mass of arms and legs, then I leaned back on my
elbows and offered Ken my titanic man cock.  I was facing Ken, who was
staring at my massive rod with an unhinged jaw.

"That's a beauty Jon!" Ken announced before he leaned over and ingested my
cock, then he grabbed my huge ball sac and gently pulled. Ken feasted on my
candy pole like a kid with a double decker ice cream cone. In short order, I
was sporting a raging boner and Ken was begging me to fuck his hole.

Ken reached into the end table and pulled out a small bottle of baby oil.

After lubricating my throbbing log, I quickly mounted Ken and gored his anus
with my inflated piece of meat.  Like all the others, Ken moaned loudly in
extreme ecstasy as my abundant organ slid deep into his ass. I fucked Ken
slowly at first, allowing him to feel every inch of my hard slab, then I
started to rapidly pound his rectum.  I leaned backwards, grabbed Ken's legs
and spread them wide.

I was reaching my breaking point, when two things happened simultaneously.
A sudden clap of thunder instigated an orgasm unlike any I have ever
experienced before. My body reacted to the noise and caused a violently
passionate depletion of my man juice.

While a light rain poured outside, we sexually exploited several other
positions and utilized much of the furniture, as we tried to satisfy our
endless desires to engage in hardcore intercourse.

Ken was infatuated with my love tool and I was more than willing to let him
suck on it for long periods of time. Soon I was on my back and Ken was
plugging my crack with his thick dripping cock.  I jerked my slippery spire
and groaned with delight as Ken repeatedly stimulated my prostrate with his
hot poker.  Eventually Ken discharged his molten man seed into my ass, while
I fired my load onto my stomach.  Ken urgently licked the baby gravy from my
torso, then kissed me passionately on the mouth.

We showered and reluctantly put our clothes back on. Before I departed, I
invited Ken to my room to repay his hospitality. He readily agreed to that
idea.

Shortly after I arrived back in my room, Gunner was knocking on my door. We
were both exhausted, but still found the energy to fool around. After I
helped Gunner remove his uniform, he grabbed my hand and walked me out onto
the balcony on a dark moonless night. He pressed my upper body forward and I
grabbed on to the railing.  Slowly he fucked me in the ass, as I watched the
bright sparkling stars twinkle against a black canvas.

The location of our late night fuck session was publically visible,
therefore, Gunner muffled his orgasmic eruption with heavy breathing and
softly spoken whimpers, as he filled my ass with his hot military semen.
Together we cuddled naked under the sheets and eventually fell asleep.

During breakfast, Gunner verbally listed a few of the activities, going on
today throughout the ship. Including the free drinks at the casino, the rock
massage at the spa, the fully equipped fitness center, and the multiplex
theatre.

"Another day of work." Gunner stated as he finished his food and stood to
leave,

"Hey, when you stop over tonight, there's no need to knock, just come on
in." I advised Gunner before he turned and walked away.