Date: Sun, 5 Apr 2015 18:18:57 -0700
From: Chad <azcumslut404@gmail.com>
Subject: THE SHIP - DAY 3

THE SHIP – DAY 3
By Chad
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Something woke Craig from his dreams of cocks but it took him a few beats
to realize that it was the silence of this ship's engines.  He sat up
slowly and looked out of the sliding door to his balcony, the ship had
docked at their first port of call, Cabo San Lucas.  He pulled on a pair of
shorts that were laying on his small couch and went out on his balcony.
Passengers were already leaving the ship and walking down the pier on their
way to the beaches, shops and excursions.  He leaned against the railing
watching the crowd until his cabin phone rang.  It was his mother saying
that they were all going to into the city to shop.  Craig groaned to
himself but said he would meet them on the deck from which they could
disembark in an hour.  Craig took a quick shower, put on some sunscreen,
put on a pair of shorts with a dark, tight tank and a pair of flip flops,
grabbed his sunglasses and went to grab some coffee and something quick to
eat.

As he left his cabin, he ran into Jim, the porter, who greeted him warmly
and asked if he was going to go ashore.  Craig told him that he was and Jim
said that he hoped he had a good day and looked forward to seeing him when
he returned.

As Craig made his way to the stairs up to the Lido deck he passed the
jilted boyfriend, Mark's, cabin but the door was closed.  Craig wouldn't
have minded seeing the hot man again like he had the day before.  He hoped
that Mark would be back at their table that night for dinner, he would like
to get to know him better and maybe even try flirting with him.

Craig grabbed some coffee and fruit and sat down and watched the passengers
move around him as they filled their plates.  It looked like most of the
passengers were making sure they got every dollar's worth of food.  Among
the throngs of families and older couples there were a few good looking men
that Craig focused on.  He sat there wondering what they would look like
out of their clothes.

After finishing his coffee, Craig went down to meet his parents and sister.
As they left the ship his mother was talking about all the sites and
shopping they had to do before they had to be back on the ship at 6 pm.
Craig looked at his sister and they both rolled their eyes.  While Craig
loved his family, he had no desire to spend the day with them shopping.

When they were halfway down the pier, Craig told his mother a lie, he told
her he forgot his wallet and needed to go back to the ship.  He told them
he would look for them but that they shouldn't wait for him.  His mother
grumbled but finally agreed.  Craig turned and walked back toward the
gangway onto the ship but actually just watched until he was sure that they
had entered the port entrance into the city and blended in with the rest of
the crowd.  Craig made his way back up the pier and tried to blend in with
the other passengers so that he wouldn't be noticeable if his family saw
him.

Leaving the pier and entering the city Craig wandered by the multiple shops
and hotels that were near the port.  He took the Boulevard Marina toward
the shopping areas.  He saw a lot of the passengers grabbing taxis to take
them to one of the many beaches nearby.  Since Craig had gotten so much sun
the day before he wasn't interested in laying out again.  Instead, he
wanted to see some of the city, especially some of the local men.  Craig
had always been attracted to Latino men, especially those with bronze skin
and dark smoldering looks.

The shops along the Boulevard were a mix of touristy crap mixed in to
stores with jewelry and Mexican art.  While he stopped in several of those
stores he was more interested in the men who were working in them than what
the store offered.  Most of the men he saw where simply dressed in black
trousers and shirts.  The shirts were unbuttoned enough so that Craig got a
glimpse of the men's chest.  Some were smooth, others dusted with hair and
yet others thick with chest hair.  He also noticed that the men would focus
on the women who entered the stores.  They would blatantly flirt with the
middle aged women making them spend more than they had intended.  It made
Craig laugh to himself but it also made him wish that some of these men
would flirt with him and take him into a back room and either breed or feed
him.  The scene repeated itself in almost every store that Craig entered.
He had yet to see a salesman who wasn't handsome and in great shape.  The
owners of the stores obviously knew how to maximize business.

As he continued to walk along the Boulevard and stop in some of the shops
he noticed that at almost every corner there would be a group of taxis.
Some of the men were asking the tourists if they needed rides and would say
that they had the best price.  Others merely leaned against their cars or
against the walls smoking and just watching the crowds wander past.

Many of the men were wearing short sleeved linen or cotton shirts and
slacks due to the sun and warm weather.  While many of the men were older
with slight beer bellies, some of the men were young and obviously cared
about their bodies, even if they were smoking.  In many cases the thin
material of their slacks did nothing to hide what was lying beneath, in
fact in some cases it accented it.  Craig couldn't help but stare.  Some of
the men ignored him, others looked at him with scowls but some smiled back.

When the shops started to thin out, Craig took a side street up to Lazaro
Cardenas, another street filled with shops plus restaurants and bars.  One
of those bars was Senor Frog's that had a second floor balcony.  Even
though it wasn't even Noon, Craig went in, went up to the balcony at a
table against the rail and ordered a Margarita.  As he sat and enjoyed his
drink, he watched the throng of tourists walking along the street but his
eyes always seem to go back to the taxi drivers that were on the corner.

Some of the passengers that he had seen on the ship stopped by his table to
say hello but some sat with him while they enjoyed a cocktail.  Most of the
conversations were boring but Craig smiled and participated as much as he
could, especially since some of them bought more rounds of Margaritas.

After four Margaritas, Craig left the bar and continued to stroll down the
street back toward the port.  As he did, he realized that he may have had
one too many cocktails and thought it might be a good idea to take a cab
back to the ship.  The next side street was the same as the others.  A
group of taxis with their drivers leaning against their cars or talking
with each other.  Craig walked over to them intending to get a cab but
instead he found himself checking the men out.  He heard some of the men
talking among themselves.  The word "marica" was repeated several times
which caused some of the men to laugh.  A couple of the men even grabbed
their crotches as Craig watched.  One man in particular caught Craig's eye.
He must have been about 6'1" weighing about 200 pounds, mostly muscle, with
dark hair and eyes.  His white linen shirt was sheer revealing his tight
abs and hard pecs.  The top couple of buttons where undone like many of the
other men.  Unlike some of his comrades, this man must have shaved his
chest because he could see dark stubble on his chest just as there was dark
stubble on his face.

The man looked directly into Craig's eyes and then turned and walked into
the small alley that was behind the shops on the street.  As if being
pulled by a magnet, Craig followed.  The man was leaning in the back
doorway of one of the shops.  Craig was mesmerized by the macho man and
stepped closer.

With just a slight Mexican accent the man said "suck my dick, marica".

Looking around, Craig stepped forward and felt the outline of the Mexican's
cock through the thin material of the man's slacks.  The man put his hand
on Craig's shoulder and pushed him down onto his knees.  The man leaned
back against the back door of the store and pulled his zipper down and
pulled out his bronze dick.  He started to stroke it in front of Craig's
face.

Craig looked around again and realized that anyone that was walking down
the side street and looked into the alley would see what he was doing.
Whether it was the four Margaritas or the appeal of the hot man, Craig
couldn't resist the cock that was in front of him.  He wrapped his fingers
around the base of the man's cock, pushed it up, and leaned in to lick the
Mexican's balls.  As he bathed the man's balls with his tongue he could
feel the dick get harder in his hand.  When Craig pulled back he saw just
how hard the man's cock had gotten.  It curved up, it's head a deep, brown
reddish color.  Craig slowly licked from the base to the head causing the
man to quiver and squirm.  Impatiently the Mexican told Craig to open his
mouth.  When Craig did the man shoved his cock into his waiting mouth.  The
Mexican took control by putting a hand on either side of Craig's head and
holding him still while he slowly slid his cock back and forth over Craig's
lips and tongue.

It was at this point that Craig realized that several of the other taxi
drivers were standing at the entrance of the alley watching their friend
feed his dick to Craig.  While he couldn't understand what the men were
saying he assumed they were encouraging their friend.  As a result, the
Mexican held Craig's head more firmly and increased the speed at which he
was feeding Craig, Craig tightened up his lips causing the Mexican to work
harder.  Out of the corner of his eye, Craig could see that some of the
other taxi drivers were getting excited.  Their linen slacks left nothing
to the imagination.  The result was getting Craig even hotter.  He raised
his eyes and looked into the Mexican's eyes trying to let him know how much
he enjoyed eating the man's impressive cock.

Craig could feel the man's cock start to leak.  A thin layer of precum
covered Craig's tongue and lips as the Mexican continued to force his dick
into Craig's mouth.  One of the other taxi drivers put a hand on the back
of Craig's head and started to push Craig as far as possible onto his
friend's cock.  That got more comments from the men that were watching.  He
watched in fascination as the man pushing his head used his free hand to
release his dick from his slacks.  The man started to rub his cock against
Craig's face while he continued to push his head onto his friend's dick.

The Mexican who's cock was in Craig's mouth increased the pressure of
Craig's head holding it steady as he tried to push his cock even farther
into his hungry mouth.  Craig felt the Mexican begin to fill his mouth with
his seed.  The first several shots hit the back of Craig's throat but then
the man pulled back just enough so that the next couple of loads slid over
Craig's tongue, letting him taste the warm, thick and creamy cum.  The
Mexican must have been sensitive because after his last string of cum he
pushed Craig off his cock but turned his head toward his friend's cock.
The second Mexican wasted no time as he rammed his cock into Craig's mouth.
This man was so excited that it only took a few thrusts of his cock before
he left his seed in Craig's waiting mouth.  The second piece of meat was
quickly followed by a third.  There was more talking among the men that
Craig didn't understand but it was apparent that they were enjoying the
service and the show.

After a fourth dick was in Craig's mouth the back door to the store opened
and a tall man in a black shirt and slacks stood watching as Craig fed on
another piece of Mexican meat. When the fourth man had dropped his load,
the man in black told the drivers to get back to work and stood over Craig
looking down.  Craig looked up into the man's eyes, which were so dark they
almost looked black, and gave him a questioning look.

The man let the door close and he leaned back against it.  He took out a
cigarette and lit it.  As he took his first few drags he just kept looking
down at Craig.  Realizing what the man wanted, Craig raised his fingers to
the zipper of the black slacks.  After pulling the zipper down, Craig undid
the black belt around the man's waist and opened the button at the top of
the slacks.  As he did, Craig saw that the man was also wearing a pair of
black boxer briefs.  As if he was opening a present, Craig pulled the waist
band of the boxer briefs down until it was below the man's balls.  Craig
stared at the semi-hard dick that faced him.  It was probably one of the
best looking dicks that Craig had ever seen.  The girth and the length were
in proportion.  It had to about 8" long and had a girth he couldn't fit his
fingers around.  The crown was thick without being more than he could
easily take between his lips, which he promptly did.  As he used his lips
and tongue to enjoy the head of the man's dick he glanced up again.  Now
the man wasn't looking at him, just smoking his cigarette as if this was an
everyday occurrence.  The way that the man looked made Craig feel that he
probably could get any man or woman to please him.  He made Craig do all
the work.  The man in black didn't even move his hips, he just relied on
Craig to bring more of his cock into his mouth.  Craig wasn't sure how long
he worshipped the man in black's dick but he enjoyed every minute of it.
Out of the corner of his eyes he could see that some of the taxi drivers
had returned to watch the show.  When he realized that he had an audience,
Craig worked his mouth with more gusto.  The man in black crushed his
cigarette butt but not before using it to light another cigarette.  The
smoke swirled around Craig, but he didn't care, all of his focus was on the
beautiful cock in his mouth.

When the man in black crushed his second cigarette butt, he told Craig to
open his mouth, the first words he had spoken to Craig.  The man pulled his
cock back so the head was just touching the tip of Craig's tongue.  The man
in black started shooting several loads of cum onto Craig's tongue.  Craig
tried to swallow but the amount of cum and with the head just inside of his
lips made it difficult.  The man in black grabbed his cock and squeezed the
last few drops of cum from his dick and watched them land on Craig's
tongue.  Finally Craig could close his lips and savor the cum that had
filled his mouth.  The man in black pulled his underwear up, zipped up his
slacks and refastened his belt.  Without a word the man turned and went
back into the store.  Craig stayed on his knees for a moment but then
finally stood up, brushing off the dirt on his knees and wiping his hand
across his lips.  When he looked down he saw that some of the cum from the
loads he had taken had dripped onto his tank top.  When he rubbed his hand
on the wet spots it only made it worse.

The taxi drivers looked disappointed as he walked by them to get back to
the Lazaro Cardenas.  The way that some of the men and women looked at him,
he was sure they had either seen him servicing the men or recognized that
the stains on his tank were cum.  Before reaching the next side street,
Craig went into one of the tourist stores and bought himself a Cabo
t-shirt.  As usual he bought it one size too small so that it fit him like
a second skin.  As he changed shirts in the store he could tell that both
men and women were checking him out which made his cock twitch.  He stuffed
his own shirt into the souvenir shop's bag and left the store.

After getting all the loads he had taken, he needed to get off himself.  He
didn't know if he was going to be able to hold off until he got back to the
ship.  As he passed Senor Frog's on the way back to the ship, he stopped in
to get another Margarita.  After knocking it back, he went into the men's
room, entered a stall and beat off while he heard other men come and go, he
dumped his own load into his cum stained shirt, wiped off his cock and
stuck the shirt back into the bag.  As he stepped out of the stall a man
that was standing a sink smiled at him.  Craig washed his hands and headed
back to the ship.

Between the Margaritas and the cocks, time had slipped away.  Craig made it
back to his cabin and took a long, hot shower, rubbing his hands over his
body.  As he stepped out of the shower he felt the engines of the ship
engage and felt the gentle movement of the ship moving away from the dock.
Instead of putting on any underwear, he just pulled on a pair of chinos
with a Polo hoping it would be good enough for dinner.  He called his
parent's cabin and told them he would meet them at the Ice Bar that was on
the deck that also had the casino for a drink before going to dinner.

While waiting for his family, Craig ordered a vodka and cranberry.  As he
stood at the bar, one of the officers stepped up next to him.  In a
European accent the officer said, "You must be the young man that the First
Officer told me about."

Craig let his eyes move up the man's body.  The white uniform fit the man
to a T.  "Why would you think that?"

"He told me that he had spent some time with one of the passengers the
other night.  When I saw you in the alley today, I figured out it must be
you.  Am I mistaken?"

Craig looked into the man's eyes, instead of denying it, he was taken in by
the man's broad shoulders and narrow waist and the way that his uniform
shirt pulled against his chest and biceps.  "No."

"Good.  I think I'll join your table for dinner tonight."  The officer then
walked away.

Craig's parents arrived a few moments later.  Craig ordered another drink
while his family each ordered their first.  Craig's mother couldn't stop
talking about all that she, her father and sister had done.  When his
mother asked what he had done, Craig said that he had just walked around
taking in the sights.  Little did she know that he was taking the sights
into his mouth.

As they entered the dining room at their appointed time, Craig saw the
officer standing by their table.  The officer introduced himself to all of
them as if he and Craig had not already spoken.  As they sat down, the
officer made sure to sit on the right of Craig, even though his mother had
tried to get the officer to sit next to his sister.  Craig also noticed
that Mark, the jilted boyfriend, hadn't joined them.

As their usual waiter took their drink orders, Craig felt the officer's leg
press against his own.  Lowering his arm below the table, Craig placed his
hand on the officer's thigh which resulted in stronger pressure of the
officer's leg against his own.  Craig brought his hand back up to the table
as their drinks arrived.  Craig looked at the menu but couldn't focus, his
mind was on what the officer's dick might look and taste like.

After their waiter had taken their food orders and removed the menus, Craig
returned his hand to the officer's thigh giving it a squeeze and moving it
closer to the officer's crotch.  The officer put his hand on Craig's and
moved it so it was on top of the mound in the officer's pants.  Craig was
not only amazed by the heat that was radiating from the man's crotch but by
how big the man's dick felt.

As the officer engaged each person on the table with facts about the ship
and the ports that it had visited, the man was slowly opening his zipper
with one hand.  Craig tried to help as much as he could.  When it was
accomplished, the officer struggled to release his cock.  When he had,
Craig wrapped his fingers around the officer's shaft.  The man's dick was
thick, really thick.  While sipping his cocktail and talking to his family,
he fingered the exposed cock as much as he could without drawing any
attention to himself or the officer.  The officer continued to act like
everything was normal, listening intently to what Craig was saying and
joining the conversation when appropriate.

When their food came, Craig had to raise his hand back to the table so that
he could use both his knife and fork.  The officer had to do the same but
obviously hadn't returned his cock to his pants.  As they finished their
entrees their waiter lowered his head between the officer and Craig,
whispering "Was everything satisfactory sir?"  Craig knew immediately that
the waiter knew what was going on under the table.

"Yes, thank you.  Be sure to do what we discussed."

"Yes sir."

Before dessert and coffee arrived, Craig lowered his hand again to feel the
officer's cock that was still hot and hard.  When dessert arrived the
officer pushed Craig's hand away and focused on the piece of cake that was
in front of him.  The officer took just a few bites and lowered both of his
hands below the table as he continued speaking with Craig's family.  Craig
assumed that the man was putting his cock back into his pants.  Craig was
disappointed that he didn't have more of a chance to play with the enticing
piece of meat.  It was at that point that their waiter returned to the
table.  "Sir, your presence is requested on the bridge, nothing serious,
just a question by one of the junior officers."

The officer stood and excused himself from the table.  Before leaving he
turned to Craig and asked if he was interested in seeing the bridge.
Before Craig could respond his mother told the officer that of course Craig
would join him.  As Craig and the officer left the dining room they passed
their waiter who gave them a wink.

Just like the first night with the First Officer, the officer took Craig to
the same small bathroom.  Once the officer made sure no one was using the
head, he and Craig entered the room and he locked the door.  The officer
pulled his cock out, just as he did at the table and Craig saw that he had
been right, the officer's dick was thick.  Since the officer was no longer
sitting down, Craig could see that the man's dick was also about 7" in
length.  Craig watched the officer stroke his cock as if teasing Craig as
the man said "I hear you're a good piece of ass.  Being on this ship for a
three month tour can be rough.  I haven't gotten any pussy for a while and
I hear your hole is the second best thing."

As the officer continued to stroke, Craig heard someone at the door.  It
must have been someone who had a key since the door started to slowly open.
It was the First Officer, who stepped in and locked the door again.
Without wasting any time the First Officer pulled out his cock.  "I had his
ass two nights ago, you go ahead and fuck him and I'll just use his mouth."
Looking at Craig he added, "Take off your clothes."

Craig pulled off his Polo and then stepped out of his chinos.  When he was
done, the First Officer pulled his head down toward his cock.  "I can't
wait to see how your mouth feels."  Craig sucked the cock into his mouth.
The other officer started to feel up his ass and teased Craig's hole with
his middle finger.

"Sir, you were right, his ass feels nice and tight."

"Told you, I bet it's as good as your girl's."

Craig felt the head of the officer's dick against the entrance to his ass.
Involuntarily he pushed back which caused the head to push through his
sphincter.  At the same time the First Officer pushed more cock into
Craig's mouth.  Craig was in slut heaven, a hard cock in his mouth and an
equally hard cock in his ass.

The First Officer held Craig's head in place while the other officer
grabbed Craig's ass and shoved his whole cock into his hungry hole.  With
both men pushing at the same time, Craig felt as if he was going to break
but that didn't stop him from worshipping both pieces of meat.

The officer started to pick up the pace of his thrusts trying to drive
deeper and deeper into Craig.  The man stopped moving and Craig felt his
ass being filled with searing, hot liquid.  The man pulled his cock from
Craig's ass and moved to the side so that he could watch his superior feed
Craig.

The First Officer could really hold himself back.  It was long enough for
the other officer to stroke his cock back to full size.  "Get over here,
let's see if he can eat us both."

Craig opened his mouth as much as he could but the officer's dick was so
thick he could only get a little bit into his mouth.  The First Officer
pulled his cock back so the heads of both dicks were pushing against
Craig's lips.  In anticipation, Craig opened his mouth and stuck out his
tongue, clearly letting both officers know that he wanted both of their
loads.

The First Officer moaned and then said, "Here it comes."  A long thick rope
of cum shoot between Craig's lips and landed on his waiting tongue.  It was
followed by one, two, three more long strings of cum.  As he started to
swallow the other officer started to shoot his second load of the night.
The cum mingled on Craig's tongue as he swallowed as fast as he could.

Soon both officers pulled back, wiped their cocks on some toilet paper and
pushed them back into their uniform pants.  They both must have still been
semi-hard because they were both showing nice packages.  Without waiting
for Craig, both men left and Craig locked the door behind them.  He cleaned
himself off as best he could and put his clothes back on.  After running
his hand through his hair he unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out.

Craig went back to the Ice Bar and ordered himself another cocktail
savoring how the taste of cum and alcohol mixed in his mouth.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Be Well,

Chad
azcumslut404@gmail.com