Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2007 04:58:58 -0600
From: FD Campbell <peterbilt222@hotmail.com>
Subject: Travelers, Part I, (Revised)
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TRAVELERS
(The Groom)
(Revised)
Day One (Monday) -- St. Thomas Island
Sunday was a grueling day with the long flight to San Juan and
getting settled into the ship. This wasn't my first time in the islands but
it was one that I needed the most, for reasons that serve no purpose in
this story. I grabbed a bite to eat in the Windjammer Café and explored
part of the ship then went back to my cabin to unpack my bags. Tired as I
was, I couldn't go to bed till after the lifeboat drill that I thought they
always held too late in the evening.
Fortunately, it was done very efficiently and I returned to my
cabin to retire early and get rested up for the adventure that lay ahead.
Little did I know what an adventure it would be. I stood out on the
balcony for a long time, gazing at the gently rolling black sea swirling
away from the side of the ship. I vowed that I would have a good time on
this trip and go back with a new and refreshed outlook on my life. I could
not know how much my life would change.
I saw him for the first time the next morning on
St. Thomas, walking along the dock away from the ship as I was returning
after checking out the jewelry shops at dock-side. The first thing that
attracted my attention was his legs. He had beautiful legs. Big, thick,
powerful thighs that stuck out of his jeans shorts that strained against
the bulging muscles. I eyed the way his muscles flexed and leapt with each
step. He walked with determination, with great, long strides, much
resembling a strong, young stallion. The rest of him not to be ignored,
from there I quickly took in his upper body before he passed by me. He was
wearing a thin, white T-shirt that stretched over the heavy musculature of
his wide shoulders and his thick chest. I could only imagine what he
looked like out of his shirt with his big, steak-sized pecs standing naked
and proud.
I resisted the temptation to turn and follow him, or even
to turn around and look after we had passed each other by. I only prayed
that we would run into each other again. I looked around to see if
Carnival's ship was docked. It wasn't. Ours was the only ship in the
harbor, which meant the big stud was on it. Still, with over twenty-five
hundred passengers aboard, chances were slim that I would see him
again. But my luck was with me, as I found out later in the evening. We
both had the early seating in the same dining room.
I saw him come in, looking stunning in his tux. He looked like a
model. I was surprised that he came in alone but he went to a table for
eight and I thought he might be meeting someone. I watched to see if he
joined anyone in particular at the table, or if anyone else came in to join
him. No one did that I could tell. I was at a table for four so it was
difficult to stray away from the conversation without being rude, but I did
manage to get some glimpses of the young man, too handsome for his own
good. I was good-looking and well-built myself but this guy's looks were
almost criminal.
I thought it curious that such a stud didn't appear to be with
anyone but he seemed very personable and was having a good time with the
other guests at his table. Better than I was, with the older couple and
their young grand daughter. She was about sixteen, gorgeous and sexy, and
obvious to the trained eye, hot to trot. She kept looking at me and by the
time dinner was over I decided I could have thrown her across the table and
fucked her eyeballs out.
We made casual if strained conversation and I was careful not to
mention my cabin number or even the deck I was on. I made mental note to
keep all distance between us. After dinner I kept in as close proximity as
I could as the handsome, young stud as he walked down the promenade,
without appearing to be following him. I hoped to have cause to speak to
him, if only to make eye contact. I did, but it wasn't successful beyond
that. All I got was a smile that left me weak in the knees. That night,
though, I was able to pull him into my dreams.
Day Two (Tuesday) -- St. Maartens Island
The next morning I showered and put on a pair of khaki hiking
shorts that I'd had shortened to reveal more thigh, and a dark blue T-shirt
and hiking boots. I was traveling alone too, but I wanted to look as studly
as possible. I checked myself in the mirror before I left, satisfied that
I looked studly enough to draw my share of attention, although I didn't
know from who, or to what end for that matter. My cabin attendant, Paco,
was in the hallway when I came out.
"You're looking sharp this morning, Mr. Covington," he said with
his bright smile. He was drop-dead cute, maybe in his early twenties, with
dark olive skin and snappy black eyes.
"Thanks, I just hope its good enough," I joked.
Paco laughed and I went on down the corridor in search of my
improbable dream. Despite my dreams of the young stud I certainly wouldn't
fight Paco off if he tried to force himself on me. But there were strict
rules against the ship's staff or crew socializing with the passengers.
I checked out the Windjammer where I thought my dream stud would
probably be having breakfast but I never saw him. After breakfast I went
on an island tour that I had scheduled, then took the Atlantis submarine
dive. It was an awesome experience but I kept wishing that The Stud were
there with me. I would wish that everywhere I went, everywhere I looked.
And why not, since fate had thrown us together on the sane ship, both
alone?
I took in the market shops to pick up some things for my
parents and nieces and nephews and friends. I wanted to get that out of
the way early on. I got brave and against all advice, ate at a small local
cafe on the island, both food and drink, and I prayed I wouldn't come down
with some terrible disease.
I saw him again as I was returning to the ship late in the
afternoon. He was getting off of a scuba boat tour. He didn't see me but
I watched him at a safe distance behind, as both of us were walking back to
the ship. He had an awesome butt packed into his shorts and his heavily
muscled shoulders looked even broader in his damp tank-top, and his thighs
thicker, if that were possible. His hamstring muscles bulged with each
step. I lost track of him in the crowd of passengers re-boarding but I saw
him again in the Windjammer....he hadn't changed clothes....and we made eye
contact again for a brief second. Every little bit helps, I thought. I
felt that fate must be with me when I saw him later in the health club. He
was in the free-weights section and I took a treadmill where I could watch
him in the ceiling-to-floor mirrors.
He had changed into a pair of dark blue athletic shorts and a
yellow tank top, both designed to reveal a lot of muscle. He worked out
with the solitary intensity of a body-builder. His muscles were soon
glistening with sweat, even in the air-conditioned room. The sight of him
left me so weak, I couldn't muster the courage to approach him.
Later, I went to a show and had a drink at the Schooner Bar, every
moment searching for the young stud. As I lay out on my balcony later I
wondered what cabin he was in, on what deck...and what a shame it was that
we were both alone and yet so apart.
Day Three (Wednesday) -- Antiqua Island
I thought I should try to prevent the handsome stud from becoming
an obsession with me but my first waking thoughts were of him, wishing that
he were waking up beside me. I imagined all sorts of other things, and it
was driving me nuts. It could even ruin my cruise.
I had no particular plans for the day in Antiqua except to see the
downtown and maybe take a taxi tour of the island. I wasn't on any
schedule and was in no rush so I walked around the ship first. I found him
on the basketball court. He was the only one on the court. His athletic
prowess, his graceful, yet quick, powerful moves were a thing if beauty. I
stood and watched him for a moment, the muscles in his thighs bulging and
leaping with his quick movements, his calves bulging as he powered himself
up for the shot. His bare upper body glistened in the sunlight. He was an
absolutely beautiful young man, slim-hipped with a taper upward and outward
to his wide back and powerful shoulders. I loved the way his lats spread
out like bat wings as he raised his arms to take the shot and the
well-defined, finger-like muscles that wrapped half way around his rib
cage. His thick pecs bounced solidly as he landed like a cat on the balls
of his feet, and his tight abs pulled and flexed as he took the next shot.
When he came down he noticed me watching him.
"Hey, do you wanta play some one-on-one?" he asked, standing with
his feet set wide apart and the ball held on one hip.
I always admired guys with that courage to invite
competitiveness. I took a moment, I think for the words to reach my ears,
for me to realize that he was talking to me.
"Sure," I said, without wondering how I might stack up against the
guy's athletic ability. I already wore shorts and I skinned off my T-shirt
because I figured he expected me to. I didn't quite match the guy's
muscularity but I had nothing to be ashamed of in baring my muscles.
He gave me what I took to be an appreciative look; it was nothing
more. The sport forced us together in muscle-against-muscle closeness; I
not only felt his warm, hard, sweaty muscles against my own, I got to smell
him. It was a heady smell of fresh sweat and overall maleness. He beat me
but it wasn't a hands-down defeat. I was pleased with my performance
against him, even more pleased for the opportunity to finally meet him, and
flattered that he counted me his competition.
"You're good," he said casually as we came off the court. It
wasn't a compliment as much as a simple statement of fact.
"But not good enough to beat you," I said.
"It was just a game," he said. "Well, I gotta take a shower," he
said with a friendly smile as he looked at his watch.
He had a smile that melted my defenses, if I had any left at all.
"Are you going to take a tour today?" I asked quickly before he got away.
"Yeah, I'm taking a Jeep safari. How about you?"
"Nothing planned," I said. "I saw you coming back from
scuba diving yesterday."
"It was great. Hey, do you want to come along today?" he
asked eagerly.
I was too suddenly excited at first to answer. Was this
fate working in my favor, or playing tricks on me?
"If I can still get a ticket, sure, I'd like to come," I
said.
"You don't need a ticket. It's not a ship-sponsored thing.
You just rent a Jeep, they give you a map and you go. I've got a Jeep
reserved all to myself."
"Maybe you would rather go alone," I said, remembering that
he was traveling by himself, and maybe for a reason.
"No, I would like the company," he said. "My name's Tuck
Stoner by the way," he added, putting out his hand.
"Brad Covington," I said. He had a good grip, big hands
"Tuck...is that your real name?" I asked.
"Yep. I've spent my life trying to live it down," he said,
laughing, his rock-hard abs dancing and rippling with his laughter.
"It's nothing to live down. It's more a name you have to
live up to. I like it," I said.
"Do you want to meet at the Windjammer, then we can take off from
there," he said.
We met at the Windjammer for lunch. The only table was for
two. It was a little cramped under the table for two men our size but I
didn't mind. Tuck didn't seem to get upset either when our bare legs
touched. He simply drew his legs away, as if it was no big deal. We talked
the usual small talk; where we were from, what we did, what deck we were
on, what land tours we had taken. He was from Nebraska, a second-year
student at the university, in sociology and physical education and studying
sports medicine. It followed that he must be nineteen or twenty years old.
"It sounds like you're covering all bases," I said.
"It doesn't hurt to have a day job," he said. "Most high
schools don't have just a Phys Ed teacher anymore. You have to specialize
in something else. I'm not a big fan of the classroom atmosphere so I hope
to become a coach or sports trainer, but I'll have sociology to fall back
on."
After lunch we headed out to pick up our Jeep. The safari was
exciting, as was Tuck himself. He drove up the mountain, giving me the
opportunity to watch his tanned, muscular legs sticking most of the way out
of his shorts, bulging and leaping when he shifted gears or braked and his
calves bulging out of the tops of his socks. At the top of the mountain we
went for a short hike then stopped off at a tiny cafe and had something
cold to drink before we headed back.
At his insistence I drove back and we laughed like a couple of high
school kids going back down the mountain. I enjoyed his company and I
think he enjoyed mine.
Back at the ship, Tuck suggested we meet at the Schooner Bar for a
drink after dinner, after we changed out of our dinner clothes. I was more
than happy to accept, his second invitation. I skipped dessert and
after-dinner conversation and went to my room to change. I put on a pair
of white shorts that contrasted sharply with my tan, and a dark blue knit
shirt. He arrived at the Schooner just as I was walking up. We took a
table in the curve of a corner overlooking the sea. We ordered and Tuck
was the first to get his ship card out to pay. I reached for mine but he
told me firmly to put it back.
"I still owe you for half the Jeep rental," I reminded him.
"You don't owe me anything," he said flatly. "I was glad to have
your company."
"Fine, but you don't have to pay for my company," I said. But he
still wouldn't let me pay. He asked about my table companions.
"Well, I'm with a rather naive, middle-aged couple with a young
daughter who would like to throw me across the table and rape me," I
said. "I'm keeping my distance."
He laughed. "We've got a couple of babes like that at our table.
They're not excessively bold, I think out of respect for the two older
couples, but they're sure sending out the vibes."
"I noticed you seem to be traveling alone," I said.
"Yeah." His answer was short, almost curt, and I was afraid I had
said something out of line. Then he went on. "Actually, this was supposed
to be my honeymoon but my fiancé backed out at the last minute. I got
dumped at the altar."
"Wow! That's got to be tough!" I said.
"I would rather it be this way than to find out later that she
regretted getting married," he said.
"I won't even ask what happened."
"It wouldn't do any good. I don't know myself," he said.
"She just changed her mind, no explanation or anything?" I
asked.
"She said she would explain sometime. Not that I give a
damn now, except that I am curious why she practically ran to one of my
best friends for solace. My dad urged me to go ahead and take the cruise
since it was already paid for. I tried to get him and mom to go but they
insisted that I needed to be away by myself."
"Well parents are usually right. I hope its working."
"I am enjoying the cruise," he said. "More since you and I
sort of teamed up."
I hadn't realized that we had teamed up but I was glad
that's the way he saw it and happy to go along with it. Our legs kept
touching under the small cocktail table. Tuck drew one leg up and laid it
across the other. His tanned leg was a beautiful sight by itself. But
then our knees touched. He would move his then I would move mine again,
till he laughed and said, "What do you say we don't worry about it."
So we didn't and I wondered if anyone took notice of two very
masculine men rubbing knees under the table.
"You seem to be traveling alone, too," Tuck said.
"Yes, but it's nothing like your situation," I said.
"I hope you're having a good time."
"It's more enjoyable going on the land tours with someone I
don't know," I said.
"I've got a jungle trek planned for tomorrow morning, then
I'm spending the afternoon at the beach," he said. "It's a trip out to some
island on a catamaran." The way he said it was like he was inviting me,
even expecting me to come along.
"The beach sounds relaxing but the jungle trek sounds a bit
rugged," I said. My response was made to sound like I was accepting his
invitation, if he was inviting me.
"They said it's for the young and athletic. You could handle it,"
he said.
"I saw you working out the other morning. It doesn't look
like you miss too many workouts," I said.
"Thanks. You either," he said, giving me an admiring look
up and down. From anyone else it might have had some hidden meaning but
that's all it was from him, an admiring look.
"I try," I said.
There was a short lull in the conversation and I was
looking at Tuck. He cocked his head with a smiling frown, like "what?"
"I was just thinking what a stupid woman your fiancé is, or
was," I said.
Tuck laughed, embarrassed.
"You're certainly not going to have any trouble finding a
woman to be your wife," I said.
"Thanks, but I have to go through all the courtship again."
"Like that would be such a chore," I scoffed.
"I'm not going to be in any rush to find another woman," he
said. "Actually, we were both too young. I'm giving myself plenty of time
this time."
It was Tuck who said he needed to go to his cabin. I hated to part
company. I wanted to invite him to my cabin but I was afraid it would
appear too obvious, especially since we had just spent the evening
together."
"Hey, you never said for sure; is the jungle trek on for tomorrow,"
he asked as he was getting up from the table.
"Sure."
In my mind I began to make plans for the remaining days and nights
of the cruise. I could not let this opportunity go by without at least
trying.
"I'm going to make the rounds of the night clubs this evening, do
you want to come along," he asked.
"Yeah, sounds like fun," I said, but I was instantly uneasy. Tuck
would, by his nature, be on the lookout for women, and he would have no
trouble finding them. I didn't know how I would handle a situation with a
woman; it'd been so long. But I went, just to be with Tuck.
He was fun to be with, laughing and joking with everyone around
him. Maybe he was overcompensating for his situation, but he made everyone
around him happy.
Paco, the cabin attendant, was still working when I returned to my
cabin.
"Don't you ever get any time off?" I asked.
"I'm off just as soon as I stow all of this stuff," he
said.
"What do you do with your time off?" I asked. "Do the crew
members ever go to the shows, or off on the islands?" I figured he had
already seen everything there was to see on the islands; that he was
probably from one of them.
"Oh, sure, but I've seen the show so many times and they
don't want us taking up seats all the time."
Suddenly it dawned on me. I didn't know this boy and he
didn't know me except as a crew and passenger. I would never see him again
after the cruise was over, nor anyone else on the ship. And he was
incredibly cute and sexy. I was surprised how easily I asked him if he
wanted to come to my cabin for a drink when he was off duty. He gave me a
surprised, curious smile.
"I don't want to get you into trouble. I know you're not supposed
to socialize with the passengers"
"No, I'm not. But, it is my job to make my passengers happy,
so..." He laughed softly and his tone was one of acceptance.
"I can sneak you in and out when no one is in the hallway," I said.
"Okay, I would be happy to. Give me twenty minutes. I need to
stow this stuff then shower and change out of my uniform."
I didn't know if anything would develop but there seemed to
be that understanding between us and I prepared the room for any
eventuality. I took the chocolates off the pillow and turned the bed down
the rest of the way as a subtle invitation, then pulled the drapes back and
opened the door to the balcony. I tried several lighting combinations till
I finally settled on the vanity lights only, at least to start out. If it
turned out that I needed mood, then I would use the bathroom light with the
door partially opened. Then I put on a pair of yellow shorts and sprayed
on a few shots of body splash.
Paco showed up at my door wearing white shorts and a dark blue
T-shirt that hugged his tight, muscular torso like a gentle second skin.
His shorts hugged his muscular thighs and bulged nicely in front with his
manhood. He looked up and down the hall before he slipped into my room.
"I don't think anybody saw me," he said.
"If they did, tell them I sent for you," I said. "Go
ahead, get comfortable," I added as I turned to fill the glasses with ice.
He sat on the sofa, leaning back with his legs splayed wide apart,
as if to display his wares.
"You can take off your shirt if you want to," I told him.
"Uh-oh, I think I know where this is headed," he said.
"Where?" I asked with a twinkling smile.
"Can I use your bathroom for a minute," he asked with a
twinkle in his eye.
After a few minutes I heard the toilette flush and then the door
opened and Paco stepped out of the bathroom wearing only his briefs! Very
brief, tiny briefs. "Is this heading in the right direction?" he asked with
a mischievous grin.
I was amazed at his boldness, but also delighted. "You are
DEFINITELY heading in the right direction, "I said emphatically as I drank
in the sight of his young manly beauty.
He laughed.
"Damn, you're beautiful when you laugh," I said.
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yes, the way your stomach muscles dance."
He laughed again for me. The kid was beauty in motion as
he walked around the small glass coffee table to the bed. His lean,
muscular legs rippled and his abs twisted and danced with each step. His
pecs were like slabs of dark marble.
"I didn't know how comfortable you wanted me, so I left these on,"
he said, standing beside the bed in his briefs.
"How did you know what direction I was headed?" I asked as
I ran my hand up his thigh. It was like a warm, marble column.
"Radar," he said. "When someone invites me for a drink then
to get more comfortable, it usually means that."
I ran my hand on around to his butt and he tightened the
muscles for me. They felt like a pair of bowing balls inside his shorts.
His shorts were very tiny briefs. The sewn-in pouch bulged with his young
manhood, which I imagined might be out of proportion to the rest of his
body. I ran my hand over the warm bulge then squeezed it and I knew he was
going to be a lot out of proportion.
"Go ahead, take them off if you want to," he said.
I leaned up and tugged at the sides and pulled his briefs down off
his hips. His abs flowed right down to the hair around his cock; the root
nestled in the dark bush. I pulled them half way down his thighs before
his cock fell out and swung free like a sleeping anaconda.
"Wow!" I exclaimed softly. He was beautifully out of proportion.
His cock was something that belonged on a man twice his size. He laughed
with modest appreciation and put his hand on his hips as if to offer
himself fully for my inspection and adoration.
"How the hell did you get so big?" I asked
He shrugged. "It just keeps growing," he said.
"I thought the men down here were built smaller."
He laughed again, tossing his head back cockily. "That's a myth, I
think, just because we're smaller in stature. Sometimes I think people get
us mixed up with the Orientals."
"Well, what you lack in physical stature, which isn't much,
you certainly make up for here," I said, taking his cock in my hand. "My
God, I can barely get my hand around it.'
"Just wait. It's not completely hard yet," he warned with
obvious pride.
I ran my hand up his hard abs and squeezed his solid
pecs. "Actually, you aren't lacking anything in physical stature. You are
beautiful," I said, looking up into his eyes.
His eyes danced and his smile lit up that little part of the room.
"Thank you."
"No, thank you, for coming in," I said. "Do you do this
often with your passengers? You had me pegged."
"No. Very seldom," he said. "There aren't that many guys
that are worth taking the risk."
"I'm glad I'm one of them who is," I said. "I just hope I
don't get you into trouble."
"You are definitely worth the risk, otherwise I wouldn't be
here," he said, trailing his fingers across my chest. "You're a
good-looking man, and very well built." His hand trailed down over the
front of my briefs where my own cock was straining against the stretchy
cotton material. "Why don't you show me just how good you're built."
"Why don't you find out for yourself?" I said.
"I only go one way, but I don't mind finding out for
myself," he said as he reached down to tug at my shorts. I raised my butt
up off the bed so he could take them off of me. My cock lolled thick and
heavy over my balls then began to slowly swing around across my hip as it
took on more firmness, and finally up over my stomach as it throbbed
hard. Paco wrapped his hand around it. He had small hands and it was
dwarfed by the size of my cock. "Very nice!" he exclaimed with a grin.
"Almost makes me want to go the other way."
"If you feel the urge, go ahead, no one will know," I said.
"Meanwhile...." I let my words trail off as I reached for his cock again.
It stuck out from his loins at an upward angle now, throbbing and quivering
and bobbing up and down, it was so hard. I was about to lean up and take
him but Pcao lifted his right leg and straddled me on the bed. His muscular
legs pressed into my rib cage as his big cock arched upward toward my face.
"If you feel the urge, go ahead," he said.
I felt the urge. I wrapped my hands around the boy's
tight, smooth butt and pulled him to me. He pushed his cock down with his
thumb to aim it at my open mouth and as I took him in my mouth I wondered
for the first time how old he really was. Not that it mattered. He had
come into my cabin willingly, and he wasn't an American citizen so I
doubted if there were any laws against it except that he wasn't supposed to
be in a passenger's cabin. Well, he couldn't be underage and hold down a
job on the cruise ship. His cock felt good in my mouth and he tasted
wonderful. The young ones always do, and he was about the youngest I'd
had. I cupped his balls, wondering how much of a load he would give me and
how it would taste. Usually, it was fresh and wild and tangy-sweet from a
boy his age.
"Ohhhhhh," he moaned softly as he moved his cock back and forth
over my tongue. "Wow! That feels so good!"
He pressed his cock harder and harder against the back of
my throat, wanting desperately for me to take his entire cock. I vowed
that I would but I needed time to get used to it and let it stretch the
entrance of my throat, and the position and angle weren't right. Paco was
eager and anxious and he knew the ropes. He urged me to lie flat on the
bed then turned and leaned across my face in a push-up position. I tilted
my head back to take his cock and it went easily into my throat.
"AAwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried softly.
The position was always a risk with young guys who are in good
shape; they can usually do pushups all night. I ran my hands over his
body, my left hand over his chest and arms, my right hand up and down his
legs and around to his flexed butt.
After awhile he asked, "Do you like to get fucked?"
"Yeah," I said around his cock.
"Can I fuck you?"
"Oh, yeah," I said.
"You got a condom?" he asked as he raised up, pulling his
cock out of my mouth, and stood down on the floor.
"Yes, in there," I said, opening the small drawer beside
the bed.
"You were prepared for somebody," he said as he found the
condom and the lube, as well as ball straps, cock rings and other
equipment.
"I'm always prepared," I said.
"Extra large, I see. That's good," he said as he tore open
the condom with his teeth.
"I was hoping to get extra lucky," I said.
He rolled the condom down over his cock and let the rubber
ring snap around the root. Then he leaned over to get a studded cockstrap.
"Do you mind?" he asked.
"No, I don't mind." He was already pulling the leather strap up
under his balls. He tugged it tight and snapped it at the base of his
cock. "I love wearing these things," he said.
I uncapped the lube and applied it to my ass, then to his gloved
cock. He grabbed my legs and pulled me crossways on the bed and lifted my
legs out wide.
"You've got a great ass," he said as he guided his big cock toward
it.
"You've got a great cock," I said. The strap caused it to swell
even bigger.
"Don't worry, I'll take it easy going in," he said. Then
he added with a smile, "But once I get it in, you're in for the ride of
your life," he warned.
I loved his young, arrogant confidence. It became quickly obvious
that the boy knew his way around a man's body, the way he nudged and played
my asshole till it was stretched and relaxed. I wasn't quite prepared, and
I let out a gasped moan when the head of his cock popped through my hole.
"Ooohhhhhhh!"
When he entered me he didn't give me time to get used to the thick
girth of his cock, he simply shoved it in, all the way, till his loins were
smashed against my spread butt. His cock went straight in, lifting my guts
up from where they were nestled comfortably inside my abdomen.
"AAAwwwhhhh, Goddddd!" I cried softly.
"That okay?" he asked.
"Wow!" I gasped.
"Was that a yes or no?" he asked, laughing
"Awww, fuck, yeah, it's okay," I assured him.
Everything inside me came alive with the intrusion of his huge
cock. All the nerves came alive and my asshole squeezed tightly around the
thick root. My insides undulated with the excitement of having the heat of
his manhood buried inside me and my prostate trembled with appreciation for
the massage it was getting simply by the throbbing of his meat.
"Hang on," he said as he slowly drew his cock back till only the
head was locked behind my tight sphincter muscle.
"Ohhh, My Goddddd!" I cried softly as he shoved his cock back
inside me.
"Yeah, it's fuckin' good, isn't it?" Paco said with a slack smile.
"Yeah, fuckin' good," I agreed.
"You let me know any way I can make it better," he said.
Paco didn't need any help or suggestions from me. He knew
every move in the book. I was amazed at his sexual athletic prowess at
such a young age. Of course, maybe he did this on a regular basis, meeting
new passengers every week, and he had a lot of experience. And, I didn't
really know how old he was. The more I looked at him in the face, the
younger he looked; he would be an obvious and natural target for guys on
the hunt for young meat.
"Ohhhh...OHhhhhh...Ohhhhhh...Awww," I cried, in cadence with his
thrusts.
"Am I doing okay?" he asked with a proud smile.
"Ohhhh...Awwww, Paco...you know how to fuck," I moaned. "You don't
need any suggestions from me."
"Hell yes, Paco knows how to fuck. Paco knows how to treat
his people right."
"Do you treat them all this good?" I asked.
"Those who want it," he said, confirming my suspicions.
"But I gotta admit, it's more fun with somebody like you....somebody who's
good-looking, with muscles."
"Thanks...Awwwhhhhh, Geezusss, what're you doing to me!" I
cried as I reached up to wrap my arms around his shoulders to hold on. He
was twisting his slim hips around, cork-screwing his big cock in and out of
me....skewering my ass with it.
"You like that, huh?"
"Oohhh...Awwwwwhhh, Yessssss, do it! Like that! Fuck me
you little stud....fuck meeeee...!"
He gave me a few more strokes then suddenly pulled out.
"Ohh, Nooooooooo, no, don't stop!" I moaned. "Give it to me!"
"Don't worry," he said, laughing. "I'm just changing positions.
Turn over."
I turned over on my stomach and Paco grabbed my hips and pulled me
up on my knees. He knelt down between my legs and plugged my ass
again. The new position sent a whole new set of thrills through me. The
way his cock drove in at an upward angle made me shake with pleasure. Then
he raised up on his haunches and drove it straight down
"AAAAaawwwwwwwhhhhhhh!!" I cried out.
He kept fucking me that way, causing me to cry out with each
thrust, alternating between shoving upward, and raising up and drop-kicking
his cock straight down. After awhile he turned me over on my back and did
the same thing. I was starting to have trouble breathing; he didn't give
me time to take in a deep breath before he had me yelling again.
"Turn over on your side," he told me.
He lay on his side behind me and raised my left leg up out of the
way. I held my leg up and he drove his cock into me again, and again. It
was the perfect position for the curvature of his big cock. Not many guys
are big enough to use that position. He went back to the other two
positions, too, and when he was fucking me on my side once more he pulled
out again and told me to lay on my back, he was going to show me something
else. He stood between my legs and lifted my legs up over my body, bending
me in half. Then he straddled me, facing the other way and drove his cock
down into my ass again.
"Awwwwhhhhhh...Ohhhhhhh...Godddd...Goddd, Paco...I never had anyone
do that before."
"Then you'll never forget who did it to you first," he
said.
"Fuck, man, I'm never gonna forget you anyway," I gasped.
After he'd fucked me upside down and backwards for a while
he turned around to face me without taking his cock out and without letting
my legs down. He was fucking me from the front, now, doubled in half, with
my legs stretched out over my upper body. I'd never felt so completely
helpless or submissive or vulnerable in my life.
"I'm gonna take you over the top now," he said. "Gonna make you
come."
"How do you know you can do that? How do you know I'm even
close?"
"Maybe you're not but you will be," he said. "You ever eat
your own come?"
"I've tasted it," I said.
"Open wide. I don't want you to miss any of it," he said.
With that he started fucking me again, raising his hips up and
down, driving his cock straight down into me like a pile driver. The bed
lurched and I grunted with each powerful thrust. He knew what he was
talking about when he said he was going to make me come. I couldn't have
held back if I wanted to. He shoved me closer to the target with each
thrust, forced me closer to insanity, till finally I felt my insides going
wild with tingling excitement. It lasted for a full minute or so without
letup before my trigger was finally tripped and I was coming.
"Oh! Ohhh, I'm gonna come!" I gasped.
"Yeah, do it. I wanta see you come. I told you I was gonna make
you shoot. Open your mouth." He tilted me further back so I was bent so in
half that my cock was thrust right down at my face. "Open up and see if
you suck your own cock," he said, pressing down on the back of my thighs.
I was awed by what he was doing to me. I'd never sucked my own
cock before...never even imagined that I could....but he was making me do
it. My muscles and joints ached like hell but the pleasure was too much to
complain. Paco shoved about half of my cock into my mouth. I sucked and
lavered my tongue all around the head of my own cock. At the same time he
was twisting his hips all around, making his big cock lob around inside me
like he wanted to make sure that no part was left untouched.
Suddenly I half grunted and half screamed and then I was coming.
The stuff coursed through my cock and spurted into my mouth like a powerful
fire hose. I was startled by the heat and the volume of my load. It was
like Paco was draining the innermost depths of the reservoir of come. I
lapped my tongue around the head of my cock, washing the hot come down with
my spit, which only caused me to shoot more.
"Don't swallow it," Paco said. After a few more strokes he raised
up, pulling his cock free of my ass and let my legs down. Then he pulled
the condom off and arched over my upper body and offered me his cock. "Now
me," he said. "I want you to make me come. It won't take long, I'm pretty
close. But keep your load in your mouth, and don't swallow mine either."
I sucked him eagerly, trying not to swallow my own come,
although I didn't know why he didn't want me to. I thought it would be
sort of neat, too, to have both of our loads in my mouth and see if our
semen tasted different. He gave my throat a couple dozen strokes then
pulled back so the head of his cock was in my mouth before he started
shooting his load. It was a hellacious come. Powerful and intense, and in
great volume. And I could taste his youthful zest in his thick, hot semen.
"Don't swallow," he told me again.
He stayed in my mouth till I had sucked out every last drop from
the long, pulsating tube then he pulled it out. Now I would find out why
he didn't want me to swallow. It came as a total shock when Paco stretched
out on top of me and began kissing me! It was he, Paco, the younger, who
pried my lips apart and drove his tongue into my mouth. Eagerly, almost
hungrily, he lashed it all around in side my mouth, swirling our come
together. His tongue found mine and lashed together, mixing our come into
a delicious batter. He sucked some of it out of my mouth and drove his
tongue in for more. I squealed and whimpered with the extreme pleasure he
was giving me with his tongue. After he sucked the second batch of come out
of my mouth, he swallowed.
"Now you can swallow, too," he said and quickly locked his mouth
over mine and drove his tongue inside again, this time, deep into my
throat. I didn't know if he was trying to force my come down my throat or
trying to get more of it for himself.
I squealed again from the sheer pleasure of his tongue as I gulped
and swallowed the mixture of our warm, sweet semen. He left me breathless
by the time he raised up from me.
"I'll bet you never did that before," he said proudly.
"You would win that bet," I said, breathlessly. "Damn, Paco, you
are so full of surprises. Where'd you learn to do that?"
"An older deckhand showed me when I first came aboard," he
said. "He showed me what come tastes like, my own first, then his. Then
he did this to me and we mixed it. He taught me to swallow it and over time
I developed a taste for it."
"I gotta admit, it was pretty good," I said. "The sex and
the kissing. Of course, you young guys always taste good. It was
wonderful, mixed with my own."
"That's because it's always fresh stuff," Paco said. "We
don't let it set. When it builds up, we get rid of it and make fresh."
Having kissed me and exchanged tongues and come, I had to wonder
what he meant when he said he only went one way. Maybe he was straight and
had simply developed that little trick for the pleasure of his passengers;
I had to bet it increased his tips considerably. And it followed that he
would eventually develop a taste for come.
I wanted Paco to come back later, after Tuck and I were finished
making the rounds at the night clubs, and spend the night but he said there
would be questions about why he wasn't in his cabin. He said maybe we
could get together again before the cruise was over. I gave him a
twenty-dollar bill and he was delighted to receive it. I stopped him just
as he was about to open the door.
"I wanta know....how old are you?"
"Truth, or what's on my papers?" he asked jokingly with a sly grin.
"Truth. Hell, I'm not an agent or anything," I said.
"Eighteen. And even if I weren't, I would tell you I was
eighteen. Americans like us young," he said.
I didn't know if he was telling me the truth, but it didn't
matter. I figured he had to be at least eighteen to be working on the ship.
Paco was a great relief for me but he didn't quell the awful desire
that had built up in me for Tuck.
Tuck came by my cabin about eight. I hoped I didn't show it but he
took my breath away. He wore a pale yellow knit shirt with sleeves that
rode high on his arms, exposing his bulging biceps and open at the collar
to reveal the inner slopes of his thick pecs. A heavy gold chain fit
snugly around his thick neck. His slacks looked like Dockers; pleated,
with plenty of room but that didn't hide his bubble butt or his thick
thighs, or even his bulging crotch if you looked closely enough when he
moved.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yep."
I was ready, butterflies and all. Godd, how I wished it was just
me and him!
"Let's go see if we can get lucky," he said.
We made the rounds to all three nightclubs, had a drink at each
one, and settled on the one with a band and a dance floor. After a few
drinks, Tuck wasn't at all shy about asking women to dance. He was a good
dancer. Not in the sense that he was good; he was a typical athlete, a
little awkward but still with all the right moves to make him look sexy.
Tuck had most of the women in the room breathless, I could tell by the way
everyone looked at him every time he walked out on the dance floor with a
different woman. I didn't try to keep up with him but I didn't sit at the
table like a wallflower either. There was no shortage of women, and I had
no choice but to ask someone to dance.
She was sitting alone at a table, a striking brunette, a
schoolteacher from Denver, traveling with a fellow teacher. Cruise ships
seemed to be a haven for schoolteachers wanting to let loose.
"You don't look like any teacher I ever had," I said.
"They didn't give us a mold we were supposed to fit into," she
said.
"Well, you wouldn't fit," I said. "Is that your friend dancing
with my friend?" I asked.
"Yes." She smiled. "You know, everyone was thinking you guys were
gay when you walked in," she said with a smile.
"Why would they make that assumption?"
"Two guys alone...two very good-looking guys."
"What about two very good-looking girls traveling together?" I
chided her.
"Touché."
"Besides, being gay doesn't mean you don't like beautiful women," I
said.
She tilted her head with a mischievous smile. "Am I supposed to
read something into that?"
I shrugged and smiled.
"You're playing with my head, right?" she said.
I shrugged and smiled again.
At the end of the dance Tuck and his woman, and me and Diane met at
the table. It was obvious that as far as Tuck was concerned, we had our
catch for the night. We talked and told jokes and laughed and I got the
feeling Tuck was trying to bury some feelings. More power to him. He
deserved some happiness on this cruise. After the next dance Tuck
announced that he and Lynette were going for a walk up on deck. We all
knew it was a polite way of saying he was taking her to his cabin. Which
left me alone with Diane, who was no doubt expecting a similar invitation.
We lingered over another drink.
"Are you and Tuck traveling together, sharing a cabin?" she asked.
"Uh...yeah," I lied, with great relief that she'd given me the out
I needed.
"Well, then, we can to go my cabin," she offered.
She had me backed in a corner. I was nervous as hell as I followed
her out of the club. I couldn't believe she was being so
bold...practically coming right out and asking me to fuck her. I didn't
know whether I could do it; it'd been a long time, but I was happy that the
desire was still there. I needn't have worried.
Back at her cabin she said she was going to freshen up, which meant
a shower. She came out wearing a transparent negligee with nothing under
it, and the old feelings of intimacy with a woman quickly came to the
surface. She was bold and anxious. I let her undress me and enjoyed her
compliments about my body and her wide-eyed expression when she revealed my
cock. She stayed on her knees when she took my shorts off of me and began
sucking my cock. I was hard in nothing flat. She was fingering her pussy
at the same time and within a few minutes, she was panting ready. I was
pleasantly surprised to see that she was shaved smooth as a baby's butt.
I urged her to her feet and pulled her tight against me, leaning
down to suck her tits. I figured it was something she expected me to do,
but she was so hot she seemed to want to get on with it. I eased her back
across the bed. I languished in the exquisite feeling that I had long
forgotten when I shoved my cock in her, satisfied that she was completely
happy with her catch. No brag; I fucked her masterfully, and for that time
I could've forgotten that I was gay, except that I kept thinking about Tuck
and Lynette, and wishing it were just me and him. I performed like a stud,
much to her satisfaction. She was awed by my staying power, and I was a
little surprised at my own performance. I kept going even after she had
her orgasm. In the middle of the second time, thinking of her shaved pussy,
I had the sudden, inexplicable desire to go down on her. She had her face
buried in the pillow all the way through to her second climax and I left
her gasping for air.
"My Godd! I haven't had a man like you in....well, never," she
said when she was finally able to speak.
"I'm trying to remember when I had a woman like you," I said.
"And I thought you were gay!" she exclaimed.
"I didn't say I wasn't," I joked.
"Well, if you are, he's a damned lucky man," she said. "I never had
any man bring me off like that, and it was the first time I ever had two
orgasms."
"Glad I could oblige," I said.
I half expected Tuck to drop by my cabin so we could trade notes
but he didn't.
Day Four (Thursday) -- St. Lucia Island
Tuck was at my door bright and early the next morning.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Last time you asked me that I ended up getting laid," I joked.
"Yeah...me too...big time. Goddamn, she was one hot teacher! How
was yours?"
"Unbelievable. Where were the teachers like that when I was in
school? Hell, she was even shaved."
"Yeah, so was mine," he said.
It pained me somewhat to hear him confirm that he'd fucked her but
what else did I expect? And I had fucked her friend. Actually, that made
the bond I felt between us even stronger.
It was quickly obvious why they advertised the jungle trek
for the young and athletic, adults only. We were taken deep into the
mountainous rain forest, on foot, where we would be given the challenge of
making our way back out on our own. On the way in, the tour guide
explained the trees and plants and various fruits that grew all around us,
and about the wild life, including the various species of snakes. That
gave me the willies.
"The routes back out of the jungle are marked, each with different
colored flags that you will find attached to the trees," the guide told us.
"We do not tell you which route is longer or shorter or which one is more
difficult than the other. It's up to you which route you want to take, but
once you choose, please stay on your own route or you will get lost. If
you take a route that you determine to be too rugged you may come back to
the starting point and choose another route."
"At what point do you send in a search party?" someone
asked.
"Oh, as soon as we get you started, we go home for the
day," the guide said. There was laughter then the guide assured us that
they would get us out. "We don't send you off entirely defenseless. My
assistant will be passing out knives to cut your way through the
brush....or if you encounter one of our species of snakes. Even though you
will be on a worn path, the foliage grows very quickly here and your path
may be partially grown over in places. Please, do not kill the snakes
unless one attacks you." He sounded very sincere but the way he rolled his
eyes around with a wry grin, we knew/hoped he was joking about the snakes.
"One of the routes leads you to a river where you have to swing
across. If you cannot swim I advise you to go back and take another route.
If you can swim, don't worry if you don't make it across on the ropes, its
okay to drop into the water. The stream is about six feet deep and there
is very little undercurrent, and there's nothing in the water but small
fish. Of course, you have to be able to swim faster than the piranhas. If
you are not a swimmer do not attempt the swing across. Do NOT, under any
circumstances, stray off the paths. Those are the routes we take to come
in and find you, should that become necessary."
I had to trust that he was joking again about the fish. Then with
a mischievous grin he opened a pack that he carried on his back.
"Now...for those who have the courage, we also provide you with the
proper attire for your jungle adventure," he said. He pulled out a soft
leather garment that I recognized was a loincloth! "If you want to get the
true feel of the jungle, guys, this is a must. We also have a two-piece
for the ladies."
"If we did have the nerve to wear it, where would we
change?" a girl asked.
The guide rolled his eyes again, causing us to laugh. "Look around
you," he said dryly. "You're in the middle of nowhere." He laughed. "Of
course you can change in the van."
I saw how Tuck was eyeing one of the girls, obviously hoping that
she would take one of the outfits. If she did, I thought, he would
probably want her as his partner instead of me.
The guide went on, more seriously. "If you wish to wear a loin
cloth, please don't be afraid to leave your belongings with us. There has
never been an incident where anything was missing. It stands to reason
that we could not continue these tours and make our living if it was
reported back to your ship that we stole from you."
I believed him and trusted him. I looked at Tuck and he
looked at me. I don't know whether it was a dare or a challenge that
passed between us but we both took a loincloth. I mean, if one did, how
could the other not? Neither of the other two guys took a loincloth. I was
disappointed and a bit surprised; one of them would've looked great in
it. The girls tittered but none of them took a jungle outfit. Tuck was
visibly disappointed.
"Damn, I was hoping that one girl would wear one of the outfits,"
he said as we went into the bush to change.
"Yeah, everybody could tell you were," I said.
"Can you imagine being off in the jungle with her? Damm!" he swore
as we shed our clothes.
"Sorry you got stuck with me," I said. "The way she was looking at
you, I think you could still team up with her if you want to," I suggested.
"Yeah, I'm sure her boyfriend would go for that," he scoffed.
I was nervous as a gay boy in a straight men's locker room,
watching Tuck undress. Godd, he was beautiful! Seeing him naked...well, I
prayed I could keep my composure when he took off his shorts. If I didn't,
he didn't seem to notice. I had to stifle a gasp when he straightened from
taking off his shorts. His cock was the most beautiful thing I'd ever
seen. He was huge; long and thick and meaty, shit, mouth-watering; all
six-plus inches of it. I watched him struggle to get it, along with his
hefty balls, stuffed into the pouch. He hefted the pouch and stretched it
down till it looked reasonably decent.
"Well, that's the best I can do; these things are sure snug
and small," he said.
"Don't blame it on the loin cloth," I said jokingly. At
least I hoped I sounded like I was joking. The loincloths were very short,
but made with a built-in pouch so everything was safely covered. Covered,
but not well concealed. The way the pouches were made they made everything
bunch up and out and the frontal piece barely covered the bulges.
"Okay?" Tuck asked when he had his on.
"It's okay so long as you don't bust out of it," I joked. "If you
do, somebody's liable to mistake it for a snake, and we are going to be
carrying knives." He looked incredible standing there in the thick green
of the jungle in nothing but the loincloth and his boots. We brought our
clothes back to the tour guide.
"Whew!" one of the girls whistled.
"Hey, Tarzan!"
We were both a little embarrassed at the attention and the catcalls
but secretly I was proud and I think Tuck was too. The way the one girl
was looking at Tuck, you could tell she was wishing she could team up with
him instead of the guy she was with. We weren't given knives.
We had two hours to find our way back to the assembly point before
they would send people in to find us. Neither Tuck nor I wanted the
humiliation of having somebody sent into find us. It was a very exciting
and even sensuous adventure, made more so by watching the muscular Tuck
move through the thick growth. I purposely let him lead the way so I could
stay behind him and watch his butt, which was barley covered by the loin
cloth and the cloth was so snug that I could see every muscle in his butt
flex when he moved. I had secret fantasies of Tuck and me living in the
jungle together and wearing nothing but a loin cloth, or nothing at all.
Well along the path we came to stopping point where they had placed
snacks and water, which they hadn't told us about.
"Do you suppose there really are snakes?" Tuck asked as he wolfed
down a bar and washed it down with cool water.
"Look around you," I said. "If you were a snake, wouldn't you be
here?"
"I didn't need to hear that," he said.
An hour into the trek, Tuck paused on the path. "Do you hear what
I hear?"
I stopped and listened. "Water."
"We sure know how to pick a route," he said, "We got the one
crossing the river."
Down the path we encountered the newly-wed couple coming back. I
thought they would've looked great in loincloths.
"Unless you really are Tarzan, don't bother going any farther," the
man said.
Of course we considered that a challenge and I was a little
embarrassed for the guy, turning around like that with his bride at his
side. But they hadn't taken the jungle gear so they were fully clothed in
hiking shorts. Looking at the guy, I think he could have gotten across,
but I think he was thinking of his wife.
A hundred yards forward we came to the river. It was more the size
of a creek back home, about a dozen yards across, clear as crystal and
running swiftly over the rugged, rocky creek bed. Tuck didn't hesitate to
grab the rope that was tied to a tree.
"If I swing across, do you think you can catch the rope?" he asked.
"I don't know, we can try. If not, well....."
"Are you a good swimmer?" he asked.
"I'm an excellent swimmer," I said.
He thought for a moment. "On second thought, if I don't make it,
I'll have to drop in the water, and the rope won't be any good to you. Do
you think this rope will hold us both?"
I tugged on it and we both put our weight on it. It seemed
pretty secure.
"Wanta try it together?' he asked.
"If you're game."
"That water looks awfully cold," he said.
Tuck grabbed the rope high up and I wrapped my hands around
it just below his.
"Okay, we get a running jump and you wrap your legs around me," he
said.
I shivered at the thought of wrapping myself around his muscular
body. We moved back a few yards and took a running jump off the riverbank.
As we became airborne I wrapped my legs around Tuck's body. I felt
wonderfully safe clinging to his hard muscles. We landed without fault on
the other side.
"We did it!" Tuck exclaimed excitedly.
"Yeah, we sure did." I was pretty proud of us, too.
Watching Tuck in the tiny loincloth gave me the chills every time
he moved. He was so damned sexy. I wanted to take him right there on the
jungle path, or have him take me.
Another thing the guide didn't tell us was that there was more than
one river and the second one was wider than the first. To get across we
would have to swing out to another rope hanging from a tree over the middle
of the water and swing the rest of the way to the other bank.
"What do you think, can we make it together again?" Tuck asked.
"Depends on how coordinated we are," I said.
"Well, you seemed pretty coordinated on the basketball court," he
said.
"I'm game to try it," I told him. "What's the worst that can
happen?"
"They'll be sending our bones back after the piranhas get done with
us," he said.
"Face it, you'll make a wonderful feast, "I joked. Maybe it was the
wrong thing to say, but it just came out.
We used the rope together, as before, and we managed to grab the
second rope mid-stream but hard as we tried we couldn't get enough momentum
to swing all the way to the other side. We clung hopelessly to the rope as
we swung back and forth over the water several times, narrowing more and
more over the center of the river.
"You said you're a good swimmer, right?" Tuck said.
"Yeah."
Finally, we let go of the rope and went plunging into the
cold stream. Tuck and I both let out a yowl that told the rest of the
troupe that we had dunked. We swam hard against the current to the other
side. I reached the creek bank first. Tuck looked even more incredibly
sexy as he came out of the stream, water streaking down his tanned muscles,
and his loincloth soaked and clinging to the bulge of his manhood and his
tight butt.
"Damn, that was cold," he said.
"It wouldn't be so bad if the sun could get through with a
little warmth," I said.
"You are a good swimmer," he remarked.
"Thanks. Captain of the swim team."
"I would've thought you're too big and muscular to be a swimmer,"
he said.
I was glad he'd noticed.
There were few obstacles in our way for the rest of the journey; it
was just a matter of making our way along the narrow path that led around
and back to the end. With the rough trek and our setback over the second
river, we came out of the jungle last, to the applause of our cohorts and
the driver and the tour guide.
"Hey, you guys made it!" the new groom exclaimed as he
shook our hands. "You got wet, I see, but you made it."
"You were smart to turn around," Tuck said. "There was another
river, wider than the first, and that's where we dunked."
Our loincloths were still dripping wet, water running down our
legs. The guide gave us each a towel to dry off and told us we could get
dressed and that we could keep the loincloths since we had taken the most
difficult route and came out on our own.
"And because you had the nerve to wear those things in the first
place," she said. "Now, if anyone wants pictures, I have my camera. They
cost five dollars for three photos and they will be delivered to your
cabin."
Tuck and I readily posed for pictures, as did some of the others.
"I want a picture of those guys," the new bride said.
I swear, I think Tuck could have taken her away from the
guy if he half tried. We posed again for pictures for her and then the
group posed together. Tuck and I, being gentlemen, moved behind the others
but they insisted that we be in front.
Tuck and I went into the bush to change into our clothes
and dry off then our group headed back to the ship. Walking past the
dockside shops we passed by a tattoo parlor. Well past it, Tuck stopped
and turned around and went back. I went back too, standing beside him at
the window.
"You know what?"
"You're not going to do it," I said.
"I need something permanent to remind me of this cruise,"
he said. "How about you, are you game?"
"I don't need a tattoo to make me remember the cruise," I
said. Then I added, "But I'll do it if you will." I must have been out of
my mind!
We went inside.
"Ahh, two more brave souls," the man greeted us. He was
young, about thirty, good-looking, with a neatly trimmed beard, wearing a
denim shirt with the sleeves cut off, showing off well-developed arms. He
sounded American. "If you didn't find what you want in the window, there
are plenty more over here," he said, pointing to a wall with swinging
panels with hundreds of designs. "Or, I can customize a design for you."
I spotted the one I wanted right away. Tuck took longer.
"While you're deciding, keep in mind where you're going to
put it," the man said. He pointed to the barbed-wire design. "This one,
for example, looks better around your bicep or the upper thigh. Not good
around the waist or the chest. I make more money on the more elaborate
designs but personally, I prefer smaller ones."
Tuck kept looking. "I've found a dozen I like," he said.
"You're not the type," the man said. "You've got too good
a body to ruin it with full-body art."
"This one," Tuck said, finally, pointing to a small design
of a crawling panther.
"That's a really popular one," the man said. "Now, where
do you want me to put it? It goes well on your arm, like the panther is
crawling up your arm."
"How about my butt?" Tuck asked.
The man glanced down at him with a smile. "It would look
great on one side of your butt," he said.
"Okay. That's where I want it."
"How about you?" he asked me.
"This one."
"Just Do It! Okay, who goes first?"
Tuck volunteered to go first. I went into the back with
him. I wanted to watch if he didn't object.
"Okay, its better if you take off your shorts and pants," the man
said.
Tuck stripped his bottom half without hesitation. The man
turned back with the design template and needles and sat down on a stool.
"Ahh, this is going to be easy. You've got a great butt, good and tight
and smooth," he said squeezing Tuck's butt muscles. "Not that I'm gay or
anything, I'm just saying that it's easier to do a guy with a good solid
butt than a soft, flabby one."
Yes, Tuck had a great butt all right. I watched as the
design took shape. I just wished Tuck didn't wince so much. He was giving
me the jitters.
"How about you, where do you want yours?" the man asked me.
"On my butt," I said.
The guy blinked and smiled but didn't say anything. Tuck's
tattoo looked great. The panther was about five inches long and it looked
like it was crawling up over his butt, about to climb up his back.
"How's it look?" Tuck asked.
"Great," I said.
"It looks great," the man agreed as he held a big mirror out so
Tuck could see it. "You've got a perfect butt for it. For any design,
actually. You could wear a tattoo anywhere. Either one of you could.
Tattoos always look better on a guy with muscles." He motioned to me.
I stripped off my jeans and shorts, ready for the pain and
punishment. The man smoothed his hand around my butt and squeezed the
muscle. "Yes, very nice. This is going to be a snap," he said. "Just Do
It!...which side do you want `em to do it on?" he asked.
Tuck laughed and so did I. "Left side." I was surprised
and pleased that Tuck hung around to watch. I was glad I hadn't gotten a
large design. I wanted it to be finished. When it was done he showed me
in the mirror. "Okay. It looks good," I said.
"I like it," Tuck said.
"I think I would be careful who I walk in front of with
Just Do It! tattooed on my butt," the man joked.
We all got a good laugh. Deep down, I was hoping Tuck got
the full meaning of it.
"Are you guys brothers?" the man asked.
"No, just ship-mates," Tuck said.
I think the guy was asking, without asking, if we were gay
lovers.
"It would be great for each of you to have the same
tattoo," he remarked.
Neither of us had thought of that but I was now. I was
surprised Tuck would go for it, but he was obviously thinking about it,
too.
"Well, which one of us is going to have another one done?
It would be easier if you had mine," I said.
"Huh-uh," he said. "I'm not walking around a locker room
with a Just Do It! tattoo on my butt. Besides, you didn't endure any pain
with that one. You get the panther. I want to see you suffer."
"You would look great with a panther," the man said.
I agreed to it, reluctantly. It would be worth any amount
of pain to have a tattoo just like Tuck's, and in the same place. If I
never saw him again, we would always have that in common.
"Okay, strip the bottom half again," the man said.
I took off my shorts and briefs and stood naked. Tuck
stayed and watched again as I had done him. The panther was a challenge and
a test of my manhood.
"Why the hell would anybody do this?" I remarked between winces.
"See that big snake design?" the man said, pointing his needle to
the panel. "I put that one on a guy's butt. He wanted it crawling right
up inside his ass."
"Damn, that must have been painful," I said, wincing from
the story more than my own pain.
"He was pretty much out of it, I don't think he felt much,"
the man said. "I put this panther on a guy's dick one time."
"Shit, he must've been hung!" Tuck blurted.
"We have a smaller version," the man said. "But he was easy
to work with."
"I wish I'd thought of that," Tuck said. "That'd look mean
as hell, having a panther crawling up your cock."
"I can do it for you," the man said. "With your size, you
would be easy to work with."
"No, thanks."
"How about you?" he asked me.
"I'll be lucky to survive this," I said.
When he was done, Tuck took a closer look.
"How's it look?" I asked him.
"It looks great," he said.
"No, how does the tattoo look?" I asked.
Tuck got a laugh out of it.
"You guys are going to be sore for awhile, just like any
other abrasion," the man said.
When we started to pay him, Tuck said, "I think we ought to get a
discount since we both had such great butts that made it easier for you."
"I could offer you a discount but I would have to lock up
for awhile," he said with a knowing smile.
Tuck didn't press it. We paid him in cash and left.
We got back from the jungle trek and the tattoo parlor just
in time for a quick bite of lunch on the ship. We both sat rather
gingerly.
"Ready for the beach?" Tuck asked as we were finishing eating.
"After what we just did I could use a few hours relaxing in the
sun," I said.
"It was fun, though, wasn't it?"
"It was great. I can't believe we did it. I can hardly
wait to see the pictures from the jungle."
"Can you believe that woman asked for pictures of us with
her husband standing right there?" he said.
"The way she was looking at you, I think she would've left the guy
and went off with you in the jungle," I said.
Tuck laughed, and a grin lingered, with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Look....before you decide to come along to the beach.... well, there's
something you should know. It's a nude beach."
"Sounds like a LOT of fun," I said.
"Well, then, let's go get changed."
I wasn't completely sure about getting naked in front of a boatload
of people so I slipped on a swimsuit under my shorts, just in case I
chickened out. I went up to Tuck's cabin at the appointed time. He cracked
his door then opened it when he saw it was me. He wasn't ready to go. He
was naked, which left me breathless. I had seen him naked in the jungle
but it was different in the intimacy of his cabin with no one else around.
A lesser man would have been on his knees begging but I restrained
myself; but with the resolve that I would initiate a plan even though I
hadn't thought of one. His body deserved his manhood; he had the most
beautiful cock I'd ever seen; long and thick and veiny and meaty, with a
generous collar hugging the rim of the wide head, showing good potential.
It was beautiful! I had to tear my eyes away from it.
"Are you ready for this adventure?" he asked as he laid out the
clothes he was going to wear.
"Ready as I'll ever be. I've never been to a nude beach," I said.
"Me either."
"Well, you're going to cause a riot at the beach," I said, nodding
to his nakedness.
He laughed and gave me a suspicious look. I could tell right away
that he had guessed my secret. "Don't tell me...you're wearing a swim
suit, aren't you?"
I almost blushed. "Guilty."
"Huh-uh. Take it off," he said.
"I can take it off at the beach," I said.
"Huh-uh, take it off here. If you wear it, you'll wear it,"
With no argument, and happy that he wanted me to, I took off my
shorts and then my swimsuit. "Toss it over there, you can get it when you
get back," he said. He looked at me. "You're going to cause quite a stir
yourself."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"As did I."
"What about the tattoos?" I said.
"I don't know...maybe the sun would make them heal faster," he
said.
"Well, the guy didn't tell us to stay out of the sun," I said.
Tuck seemed to be coming out of his shell after the jungle and he
was downright excited about going to the beach. I was happy that I might
have had something to do with that. He was talkative and laughed a lot and
I loved watching him and listening to him.
When the catamaran set sail the first mate took the mike. "Welcome
aboard the Lucky Star. It will be an hour and twenty minutes to the
island. During that time we want you to start shedding your inhibitions so
you will enjoy yourself to the fullest when we arrive. Well, maybe not the
fullest. The island is a Dutch island and is uninhabited. It is used for
the pleasure of people like yourselves and for private parties. Going nude
is optional of course, but we encourage you to enjoy this opportunity;
after all, that's why you signed on. Picture taking is not allowed without
the person's permission." He paused, holding the mike down as if to gather
his thoughts and I saw a wry grin come across his face. "I know you're
wondering....you guys, and you gals....well, all know that it has happened
to all of you guys at one time or other, that nature will rear her erotic
head at the most inopportune moment. There are no inopportune moments on
this excursion. It invariably and quite naturally happens on the island.
We don't feel it's anything to be ashamed of. No one should be offended,
but if you feel the need, simply lie on your stomach. Please, do not
attempt to do anything about it, guys!"
There was laughter all around the boat. I thought, if Tuck got a
hardon, there really was going to be a riot.
"There are snacks, rum punch and bottled water on the trip out,"
the man continued. "Rum punch and snacks will be served on the trip back
as well. For those of you who want to get into the swing of things, you are
welcome to strip down and enjoy the ocean breeze. Please, don't be shy,
and don't anyone be offended. If you are offended or shy, then you caught
the wrong boat. Unfortunately, we can't take you back. So enjoy. But not
too much. I am required to remind you that there is no sex on the beach.
Sex-on-the-beach is a drink we will serve you on the way back so you can
say you had it. Oh, one more thing. You are advised to use sunscreen in
all the appropriate places that perhaps have not been exposed to the sun
all that much."
A couple of guys and girls started taking off their clothes
right away. The girls weren't bad, except for a couple of pounds, and the
guys were pretty average and pasty looking. The girls did have nice tits
but the guys were nothing to write home about. Still I had to admire their
courage. Tuck and I looked at each other. I was thinking if those two guys
could do it, we sure as hell could. But Tuck declined.
"I'll save it for the island, and maybe the trip back," he said.
Actually, I think he felt a little self-conscious about taking his
clothes off in front of the two guys who had already stripped. Perhaps it
was ego, but the comparison would have been devastating and I think he
didn't want to embarrass the guys by revealing his muscular body.
We both stretched out on our stomachs on the netting and
watched the ocean roll under us. Even as many gay clubs as I'd been in, I
felt a little self conscious about the prospect of stripping down on the
open beach. Maybe because I would be doing it in front of Tuck. I had it
all over the two guys who had already stripped down but with Tuck and I
being together, I knew I would be compared to him as well. But I had no
choice.
On the island Tuck showed no inhibitions at all. I watched him
taking off his clothes, revealing his magnificent body and looked around to
see if anyone else was watching. It seemed that a lot of the people had
stayed in close proximity to the spot that Tuck and I had chosen, although
I noticed that the two male exhibitionists had led their women off a good
distance. All eyes were on us and most stayed glued to Tuck as he got
completely naked.
"Are you going to do it?' he asked as he flung a towel out to lie
on.
"Yes, I was just watching everyone watching you."
"Well, I guess that's what we're here for," he said.
I stripped off my clothes under the watchful eyes of the
same audience, thinking of my swimsuit that Tuck made me take off back in
his cabin. He was right, if I'd worn it, I would've worn it. I was
surprised that Tuck watched me as intently as any of the others. When I
was naked we sat on the towels in the hot sun.
Tuck laughed. "This was supposed to be my wife doing this with me,
I can't believe I'm here on a nude beach with another guy." There was
nothing suggestive in his remark; it was simply a casual observation which
seemed wryly amusing to him at that moment.
"Well you take what you can get," I said sourly.
Tuck was nicely tanned except around his middle and as we were
advised, he put suntan lotion there. I almost gasped as he rubbed the stuff
all over his cock and balls, and wondered how he kept from getting a
hardon. Then suddenly he pulled his hands away, as if he'd touched a hot
stove. "Gotta stop doing that!" he joked, handing me the bottle. "Hey
would you think I'm weird if I asked you to put lotion on my back? I'll do
yours," he said.
I was only too happy to oblige but I was so surprised at
his request that I must have hesitated.
"Hey, it's not like I asked you to put the stuff on my
balls," he joked.
He stretched out on the towel and I fought down a hardon as I
applied the lotion to his smooth, hard muscles. His muscles felt good to
the touch. Too good. I had a difficult time keeping my hands from
trailing down over his tight, gorgeous butt where he had already put
lotion. I had to force myself to stop just at the small of his back. I put
lotion on my cock and balls. I tried to keep my mind occupied and keep
talking as I fought down the tingling between my legs. When I was finished
with Tuck I handed the bottle of lotion to him and stretched out on my
stomach. His hands felt good on my muscles, too. I was quite surprised
that he went so low on my back, his fingers trailing along the sharp upward
curvature of my butt, lower than I had gone on him, very gently as he got
close to the tattoo. I was glad I was lying on my stomach. When he was
finished he stretched out on his stomach to soak up the tropical sun. I
stretched out beside him. I couldn't recall being so happy and content.
"Damn, this feels good, especially being completely naked," he
said. "Can you imagine living down here?"
"Easy," I said. Especially with you, I thought.
"Hell, maybe I'll think about moving here," he
said. "There's nothing holding me anywhere else now."
"You're going back to college, aren't you?" I asked.
"They have colleges down here."
There was a quiet time with only the lapping of the waves
and the sea gulls, then Tuck suddenly pushed himself up and turned over on
his back. "Stupid bitch," he muttered under his breath, more to the wind
than to me.
"What?"
"I don't understand why she dumped me."
"I find that hard to understand myself," I said. "But try
not to be bitter; she said she would tell you sometime."
Tuck went into seclusion under his old baseball cap and was
quiet again. I assumed he was thinking about his almost-bride and I left
him to his solitude. A short time later, a lean-built guy, about forty,
with a leathery, all-over tan stopped in front of us with his camera. Tuck
had his cap over his face so he didn't notice people strolling by so slowly
to look at us.
"Do you mind?" he asked quietly and politely with a wave of his
hand toward us.
"I don't, but I think he's asleep," I said.
Tuck tilted his cap and lifted his head.
"Someone wants to take your picture," I told him.
"Both of you," the man said. "I need your permission."
Tuck blinked his eyes against the sun. "I don't care if you don't,"
he said. Then he propped himself up on his elbows and tightened his abs
for the man to take several pictures.
"Damn, you guys are awesome," he said. "Would it be all
right...you're so impressive...if I get some close-ups?" the man asked.
Tuck shrugged and arched his brow and said, "Knock yourself
out, man."
I was so pleased with the way Tuck was treating the guy.
The man squatted down and leaned in close to get pictures of Tuck's
manhood, then mine.
"Now could I impose on you one more time and ask you to turn over?"
he asked Tuck as he straightened. "It was impossible not to notice what a
terrific butts you have and that panther crawling around it is very
intriguing. You, stay just like that, if you will," he said to me. "Not
that you don't have a great butt, I just want that pose."
With a frowning smile, Tuck turned over and let the guy
take some more shots of him from behind. He even flexed his butt muscles
for him.
"Oh. Yes, that's good," the man said. "That's a great
tattoo. I love the way the animal moves when you flex your butt muscles."
Yeah, so did I.
"He's got one just like it, and should see his other tattoo," Tuck
said.
"You wanta turn over for me?" he said to me.
I turned onto my stomach and stuck my butt for the guy, flexing the
muscles like Tuck did.
"That is awesome; Just Do It! on one side and the panther on the
other," he said. He took us in several other poses. I half expected the guy
to ask Tuck to get a hardon for him but he didn't. He thanked us profusely
as he left.
Tuck laughed as the man walked off. "It must be the salt-sea air,"
he said. "If anybody tried that back home I would punch his lights out."
Another guy and a couple of girls saw it all and came over
to ask if they could take pictures, too.
"Your fans approach," I said quietly as I saw them coming
toward us with their cameras.
When the two girls had taken our pictures from the front they asked
us to turn over so they could take pictures of our butts. Again, we obliged
and flexed our butt muscles hard for their pictures.
"Ohhhh, you were right," one of the girls said, giggling.
"They do have a bodybuilders' butts."
Then they asked us both to stand up for a couple of poses
together, posing front and back.
"Oh my, nobody's going to believe this back home," the other girl
exclaimed.
"That why we need pictures," her friend said laughing. "I hope you
guys don't mind but I'm going to make up stories about you to tell back
home," she said.
Tuck laughed with them and even hugged them back when they tried to
give him a friendly kiss. I thought the girls were going to go into orgasms
when he did that.
"If you'll give me your address, I'll send you copies," one girl
said.
Tuck thought about it but then told them his cabin number instead.
"Oh, Darn! We're on another ship."
But Tuck didn't offer them his address and neither did I.
"I told you, you were going to cause a stir," I said when the girls
had left.
"No, you said I would cause a riot. I think people are behaving
very well. But we need a sign saying No More Pictures."
"Hey, it's not their fault you've got such a great looking
ass," I joked.
"They were just as interested in yours," he said.
It was easy to understand why everybody went ga-ga over Tuck, what
with his good looks and terrific body and big, thick cock that draped over
his big balls. I wished I'd brought my own camera. Tuck did doze off which
gave me the opportunity to lie there on my side and gaze at him. I grew
hungry for him. No, I became ravenous; hell, my mouth was watering just
looking at him. Wouldn't it be wonderful, I thought, if we could be
stranded out here alone for the night? I wondered if it could be
arranged. Or maybe we could miss the boat. I even conjured up scenarios
where I would distract him till the catamaran took off so we would be left
behind, but quickly dismissed them and left to go get cold drinks.
Walking alone, I attracted my own share of attention. I was even
asked to stop and pose for pictures a couple of times. My Just Do It!
tattoo was as bit a hit as the panther. I stopped at the giggling of two
women I'd passed and turned around.
"Oh, we're sorry, but you've got the finest looking butt, and we
were just watching, when you walk, it looks like that panther is trying to
climb up your back."
"Oh, I guess I didn't know that," I said with a smile.
When I returned, Tuck was sitting up with his knees cocked up and
arms crossed over his knees, talking to a gorgeous babe. His big cock
draped over his balls, onto the towel and I didn't see how she could keep
her eyes up.
"I didn't know we had company or I would've brought three
drinks," I said.
Tuck took his and offered it to her. "Want a sip of mine?"
"That's very kind of you but no thanks." She looked up at
me. "I didn't mean to intrude. I just had to come over and tell your
friend how gorgeous you both are."
"Well, thanks," I said with a broad grin as I squatted down
beside them. It was excellent for her to say so, even though she made me
feel a bit competitive. I saw her glance at my cock, hanging nearly to the
towel and my first thought was, wouldn't it be exciting if Tuck and I could
fuck her at the same time. "You are very beautiful yourself," I told her.
"Thank you. I work in a gym and I know how hard people work to get
bodies to like yours and I think it's only right to compliment when there's
an opportunity. I think it's so wonderful to be able to come here and shed
all inhibitions along with your clothes. I wouldn't dream of walking up to
a guy back home and telling him he was beautiful."
"Especially a man with no clothes on," I joked. I didn't
know what had gotten into me; I sounded almost giddy. I was no great lover
of women but I did admire a well-built female body and this one had it
all. It was as if Tuck could read my mind.
"Don't get excited, stud, she's with her," Tuck told me in a kindly
tone, nodding to a shapely blonde lying on a blanket nearby.
"Oh." I said, feeling rather foolish. I would never have guessed
she was with another woman. But then, I was with another man. "I was only
admiring," I lied.
"Yes, save your excitement for each other," the girl said.
I looked at Tuck. There was laughter in his
eye. "Uhhh.... we're just together, not like you're together...just
friends," he said.
"That's even better," she said happily.
"No, we're JUST friends," I said.
"I know, and that's what makes it so great, that two
straight guys can come out here together." She eyed us both. "I have to
say, you two almost make a girl want to switch back to men."
"Do you want my cabin number, in case?" Tuck asked.
"No. Well, yes, I would, but no...." She nodded toward
the blonde. "There's sort of a commitment," she said.
"You could bring her along," I offered boldly.
"She wouldn't go for that. She's dyed-in-the-wool, whereas
I am a recent convert. She doesn't even find you two attractive."
"Wow! She is hopeless, then," I joked.
"Are you models?" Tuck asked.
"No, my goodness, no," she replied, laughing. "We're
school teachers. High school. I teach language; Spanish and English.
Tara is a math teacher and we both double as physical education teachers,
which should come as no surprise."
"Damn, where were you when I was in high school," I
lamented.
She smiled. "It might interest you to know that our Phys Ed
classes ARE co-ed," she said.
"Ohhh," Tuck moaned, pounding his head with the palm of his hand.
"Born five years too soon. Hey, where do you teach, I need to go back for
that Spanish class I flunked when I was in school."
It was a pleasure to watch her laugh with her sumptuous
tits jiggling.
"Well, I need to get back." she said as she stood up.
Tuck stood up too, as a polite gesture, after a couple of seconds
of staring at her pussy. The woman's eyes fell immediately to his manhood
swinging out from his loins....so did mine...and I saw the longing in
Tuck's eyes. He really wanted this woman. And I think she wanted him. I
watched to see if he was going to start getting hard. Not yet.
"At least a good-bye hug, teach?" Tuck asked with a boyish smile.
"Of course." She stepped in and smashed her perfect ten, naked
body against Tuck's perfect ten naked body and they embraced for what
seemed like a very long time although it was only for a few seconds. I
glanced at the other woman but she wasn't looking our way. Tuck gave her a
quick, friendly kiss as they were parting and I saw the longing in her eyes
again. I let my eyes rake over her perfect ten as well, before I looked
back at Tuck. His cock had begun to fluff out.
"I gotta quit doing that; hugging naked women," he joked as sat
back down with his knees cocked up.
"The whole world was watching with great expectations," I said.
"Geezusss! I just keep on having shitty luck," Tuck said. He shook
his head, laughing. "First, I get dumped then, can you believe it, we meet
two gorgeous babes on a nude beach and they turn out to be lesbians. I'm
not even going to tell anybody back home about this."
"About the lesbians or about coming to a nude beach with
another guy?"
"Neither. Geezuss, would you look at this," he said,
looking down at himself. He was getting hard. His cock was alive and
lifting upward with steady pulsations. It was cruel but I couldn't help
laughing.
"Well, what the hell do you expect, the way you've been acting?" I
said. I felt comfortable, since he pointed it out, watching his cock
growing bigger and bigger and slowly lifting out of its curve.
"I don't know whether to run down to the water or lay on it," he
said.
"Lying on it in this warm sand, it'll probably think it's a pussy.
But going in the water seems a cruel thing to do," I chided him.
"Fuck you," he said, laughing.
"Sorry, the man said no sex on the beach," I reminded him.
"I gotta get rid of this thing," he said, and jumped up and headed
for the water. "You coming with me?"
"If you don't think people will get ideas, that I'm chasing
a guy with a hardon," I quipped.
I stood back for a second and watched. Not Tuck...well, yeah,
Tuck's beautiful ass as he headed for the beach...but more, I watched the
others. People sat up, gaping, wide-eyed. A few reached for their cameras
without asking Tuck's permission. I ran to catch up with him. But first I
stopped by the two girls.
"By the way, what ship are you on. Maybe we could all have dinner
together."
"The Light House," she replied. Her friend never looked up.
"Damn, wrong ship," I said. I guess I was sort of relieved but at
least I could tell Tuck I'd asked. I ran to catch up with him. We swam for
a while, playful as two dolphins.
"Has that thing gone down yet?" I asked.
"Getting there," he said.
"I don't know what you're getting all uptight about. Hell, it's a
nude beach. If I had what you've got I would be strutting around showing
it off, even letting people take pictures." But Tuck didn't see the humor.
We had an all-eyes audience when we came out of the water, people
watching to see if Tuck had lost his hardon. It'd gone down but it didn't
shrink up all that much even in the cold water. I held back from a little
so I could watch the panther climbing around the side of his butt.
"You should see this," I said, following a couple of paces behind
him.
"What?" he asked, glancing around. "Man, you're ogling my butt on
a nude beach?"
"Everybody's ogling your butt," I said. "A couple of women pointed
it out to me when I went to get drinks...when you walk, the panther looks
like it's trying to climb up your back."
"Oh." He tried to look over his shoulder and see.
"You can't see yours, you'll have to watch me when I walk," I said.
We went back to our towels and stretched out to dry off but one of
the crew came around to announce that it was nearing time to head back to
the ship.
"I now you all hate to leave but if you want, you can sail back
just as you are," he said. "That gives the crew a chance to ogle all of you
gorgeous people."
"Are you going to?" I asked Tuck.
"Sure, why not? It's not like they haven't already seen us naked."
We attracted a lot of attention going back to the catamaran.
Everyone commented on our tattoos which, I thought, was their excuse to be
looking at us naked. I didn't mind, and neither did Tuck. We even posed
for more pictures. Tuck and I got our places back on the netting and
stretched out for the trip back, our cocks hung down through the netting.
But a deck hand advised us otherwise. He stepped between us and squatted
down, with two towels for us.
"Gentlemen, I have to advise against lying on the netting with it
hanging. Some fish might mistake it for bait," he said.
We raised up and tucked our cocks safely under us. We overheard
several remarks about our butts and heard somebody talking quietly about
Tuck getting a hardon on the beach.
"Are you hearing this?" I said quietly.
"Yeah." But he took it stride and shrugged it off.
"Well, ladies and gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed your stay on the
island. Did you enjoy the scenery?"
There was a resounding YES.
"Well, I must say, there is some exceptional scenery on this
excursion. I hope you all brought your cameras and got some great pictures
of the natural beauty on the island. Now, since you weren't allowed to have
sex-on-the-beach, you can have it now...drinks, that is. There is also rum
punch and snacks; feel free to indulge yourselves. The trip back will be a
little more casual, about two hours."
"Are you going to get anything to eat," I asked
"No."
"Do you want me to get you something?"
"If you want to."
I chuckled. "You don't want to get up and wall back to the
galley."
"Its rare, but sometimes I get a little self-conscious and tired of
being a public spectacle," he said.
I laughed again. "I'm sorry but it's hard for the rest of us to
sympathize or understand how anybody who looks like you can get tired of
the admiration and attention."
"What do you mean, the rest of us? You make your way to the galley
and see what kind of admiration and attention you get. Go on, I wanta
watch. And, hey, would you get me one of those sex-on-the beach things?"
"Now you tell me; hell, we were ON the beach, didn't you read my
butt?" I joked. I shoved myself back off the netting and made my way to the
galley. It was impossible not to brush against other naked people and I
got a couple of not-so-accidental gropes. If the trip were a few hours
longer, I thought the boat might turn into an orgy. I got us something to
eat and drink and headed back.
"So, how'd I do," I asked.
"Every eye on the boat was following you," he said. "Even the two
babes."
"You find it very difficult to call them lesbians, don't you?' I
chided him. "It's just so sad," he said.
"The one you were talking to, I think she would sneak off to your
cabin with very little encouragement," I told him.
"I'm not so sure," he said.
"Well, I asked her, but they're on a different ship."
"You did?" he said, sounding surprised.
"The line between gay and straight gets fuzzy when you see somebody
who looks like you or her. It wouldn't take much for her to cross that
line."
Tuck set his empty cup aside and stretched out again.
"Tell me, why are some people privileged to live like this and the
rest of us poor slobs have to go back to civilization?" he asked.
"Fate," I said.
We lay together in quiet solitude, oblivious of others on the
catamaran, and dozed. We were awakened by a crewmember who said it was time
to start getting dressed. Tuck and I raised up and stepped back onto the
deck, to the applause of some of the passengers. I turned to Tuck,
red-faced. He didn't know what to make of it either.
"Just showing our appreciation for the wonderful scenery," a woman
said. "Do you mind terribly if we take pictures before you cover all of
that up?"
"Knock yourself out, lady," Tuck said. He looked at
me. "How come your face is turning red. I thought you loved the attention,"
he said.
Suddenly I jumped...so did Tuck...when a woman came up and
grabbed our butts. We jumped but we didn't move away.
"I just had to get a feel of this before you cover it up,"
she said. "Would do me a favor and flex your butt muscles? I wanta see
those panthers climb."
We stood there side by side, feeling rather foolish, and
flexed our butt muscles for her and the others. I heard a lot of cameras
click.
The catamaran docked with barely in time to get us back.
"I feel like I've been on a photo shoot," Tuck said as we
were walking up the gangway.
We went to Tuck's cabin so I could retrieve my swimsuit. As I
started to leave, he asked. "I'm eating in the Windjammer tonight. Do you
want to join me? I'd like to skip the formal shit for a night."
"Yes, I would like that," I said.
I was still on a cloud when I made my way down to the
Windjammer. Tuck was waiting at a table overlooking the ocean. Conversation
became easier over dinner.
"I'm glad we met up," Tuck said. "It's like we're old friends. I
guess we will be by the time the cruise is over."
"I don't think you can get much friendlier than going to a
nude beach together," I said, laughing.
"Yeah, there is something about a nude beach that tends to
bring people closer," he said. "Those people wouldn't be applauding two
naked guys back home. And the way that babe came up to us, just to talk
and pay us a compliment. There was a feeling of absolute freedom out
there."
"Hey, stupid, she wasn't paying you a compliment. She was
hot for your body," I said.
"It was funny, her thinking we were together," Tuck said.
Yeah, I thought....funny.
"I don't think we convinced her we weren't," I said.
"And how about the woman who wanted to feel our butts?" he said,
laughing.
Tuck wanted us to go swimming in the big pool after we ate. I was
only too happy to join him. It was as if he wanted to be with someone, and
I was glad it was me. I liked the attention we got, too, with Tuck in his
bright yellow bikini suit. He got a lot of looks and second looks and no
wonder, the way he filled the suit out. I had been pondering the
possibility of making a move. I didn't have a lot of time. It was after
all, Thursday night and if I didn't have a plan soon, all could be lost. I
had to find a way to keep me and Tuck together. I decided to make my move
after we were done swimming. We would come to my room first on the way
back from the pool and I would invite him in.
We climbed out of the pool and wrapped towels around ourselves to
go back to our cabins. We/he got a lot more looks as we made our way down
the hallway and onto the elevator. We met up with the two women from the
beach who had taken pictures of us; not the lesbians.
"We were hoping we would see you again" one of them said. "If you
want to give us your address we'll send you copies of the pictures we
took. You can show them to your girlfriends back home." She held out a pad
and pen. Tuck was hesitant but I reached for the pad and pen.
"How am I going to explain who took them?" I joked as I wrote down
my address and thanked her.
"You might be leaving yourself wide open for harassment,"
Tuck warned me when the girls were off the elevator.
"Would I mind?" I quipped in a macho way.
At my cabin, I asked, "Do you want to come in for a little bit?"
"Sure, might as well."
I made us drinks and Tuck slid the balcony door back. "Okay if we
go out on the balcony?" he asked.
"That's where I was headed," I said.
"It's an awesome sight, isn't it?" he said as I came out on
the balcony and handed him his drink.
"Yeah...yeah, it sure is," I said. He didn't catch that I
was talking about him. So, there we were, the ship underway, the two of us
in our swimsuits, leaning over the rail, gazing out at the black, moonlit
sea. Tuck didn't say anything. His gaze seemed intent as he sipped his
drink. Suddenly he turned his head away.
"Dammit!" he swore softly, and I thought his voice broke.
"Tuck?" I said gently.
"She was supposed to be here with me for all of this," he said in a
hoarse voice.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I really am. If there was anything I could
do..."
He waved me off. "It's okay, I'll get over it." He turned to me
then. "I gotta tell you, buddy, you've made it easier."
"I'm glad. I don't know how, but I'm glad."
"Just by being on this ship at the same time I am. And
befriending me."
"You would have been befriended by somebody anyway. You
seemed alone," I said with a shrug.
"Was I that pitiful?" he asked with a grin.
"I wouldn't say pitiful. But a man very much alone."
"I was a man very much alone. I was beginning to regret
even coming on the cruise. I think I was working to have a good time till
I met up with you."
"I've enjoyed it, too," I said.
There was a silence that I used to gather my courage. It
was now or possibly never. There might not be another chance like this. I
had purposely held my drink in my left hand so my hand wouldn't be cold if
I found the guts to reach out. Tuck lit the flame under me when he reached
down and tugged at his swimsuit.
"This thing is starting to get uncomfortable," he said.
"I think you look good in it," I said. "So did a lot of
other people. Not quite as good as you did at the beach, though." I
paused for a short moment as I took in a quiet, deep breath then I reached
down and touched side of his swimsuit. When he didn't move I bravely
reached over and brushed my hand over the front of his suit. He started
but when he didn't move away from me I gently squeezed the pouch of his
suit. "I was afraid you wouldn't let me do that," I said.
"Why not?" he said with a shrug.
I was a little disappointed at his lack of enthusiasm but I
couldn't complain. We both kept gazing out over the ocean. I had moved my
hand away but now I moved it back.
"When did you first know that I wanted to?" I asked as I gently
massaged the bulge of his suit.
"Just now, when you reached out," he said.
"I tried not to give myself away too early in the game."
"You didn't give yourself away at all," he said. "Although I admit
I was a little suspicious when you got that Just Do It! tattoo put on your
butt," he added, laughing.
"I was afraid I might have raised some suspicion, in the jungle,
and especially out at the beach."
"I didn't really suspect anything; it was more wondering,
in the back of my mind, the way you looked at me a few times."
I felt him up some more and he seemed to welcome it, pressing his
manhood into my hand.
"You haven't started something you can't finish, have you?" he
asked. "I mean, this isn't your first time, too."
"I never start anything I can't finish," I replied.
"I'm glad. I'm desperate, you know," he said with a lopsided grin.
"I just know you looked very lonely. I never thought of you as
desperate." I ran my hand back and forth over the big hardening lump of
his cock. It reached way out to his hip by now. When I tried to slip my
and down inside his suit Tuck tugged it down in front and let his cock
swing free out over his balls. It swung out and hit the railing; it must
have hurt. I cupped his balls first. They were big and heavy. I wrapped my
hand around his cock but my fingers wouldn't reach all the way around it. I
hefted the weight of it and trailed my fingers up and down the length of it
several times, as if to guess its size.
"Godd, I saw it on the beach but it feels even bigger than it
looked. How big is it?"
"Ten-plus inches," he replied matter-of-factly.
I squeezed it a few times then cupped his balls again.
"Can we go inside?" Tuck asked in an anxious tone.
"You said your suit is uncomfortable; let's take it off." I handed
him my drink and slowly knelt down in front of him. I wrapped my hands
around his taut butt and urged him toward me so I was face to face with the
biggest, most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. He took a stance as if to move
inside but I remained on my knees with a grip on his hips. I wet my lips
and slid them over the head of his cock and took about half of it in my
mouth.
"Ohhhhh, Godddddd!" he groaned aloud.
I sucked for a moment as I pulled his suit off of him and tossed it
aside. He moaned the whole time, squeezing the railing so hard his knuckles
were white. If there was anyone on the balconies on either side of us they
could hear. I didn't care.
"I think we'd better go inside and close the door, you're going to
have me screaming in about a minute," he said as he pulled his cock out of
my mouth.
"Nobody would hear you except the fish," I said, but Tuck was
already going into the cabin.
He turned down the bed and stretched out across it on his back,
anxiously offering himself up to me. His cock stretched up over his navel,
throbbing and rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
"Good, that is beautiful!" I said as I reached out between his legs
and began sucking is cock again.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhh, Sweet Geezusss! That feels so good! I never had
anything feel so good!" he gasped.
"Don't get too excited too fast, I would like to make it last
awhile," I said.
"Fuck, me too!"
"Let me know when you get close so I can ease off. I want to give
you everything I know how, for as long as you can last."
"Geezuss! I can only imagine what all that's going to be."
I showed him. I bathed his entire body with my tongue.
His warm, smooth muscles felt good to the touch and the way he sort of
trembled in the wake of my tongue I think it felt good to him. His cock
stood way up over his stomach now, reaching for his pecs, throbbing and
bucking angrily. I occasionally gave it a kiss, or went down and sucked on
his balls but I concentrated on his body as a whole more than his
manhood. There was plenty of time for that. Tuck kept his hand wrapped
gently around my head, as if to guide me, or maybe to prevent me from
stopping
"Geezussss!....Fuck, I never had anybody do anything like this
before. You don't have any idea what you're doing to me," he gasped.
"I think I do," I said, giving his hard cock a squeeze.
"Please....if you don't mind...get back on my cock. Stop torturing
me and suck it," he begged.
I didn't mind. I did as he asked. I stretched out between his legs
again, propped up on my elbows and sucked his cock slowly, almost
reverently. I used my tongue a lot, making his cock twitch and quiver, and
that forced out a steady stream of his ball juice that I lapped up. He
tasted wonderful and his huge, thick meat felt good in my hand and mouth.
"I wanta come," he gasped suddenly. "Please, don't make me hold
off, I wanta shoot my load so bad. Don't worry, I can keep right on going
if you want."
"Okay. Fire away," I said. I thought it was so neat that
he practically begged for my permission to come. I put everything I had
into that final moment of servicing him. I wanted him to go ballistic. I
wanted him to remember this time for the rest of his natural life.
His hands gripped my head tighter and he started humping his butt
up out of the mattress trying to drive his cock deep into my throat. I
wished I could take it....I thought perhaps I could, but not till it was a
little more like rubber and I didn't want to interrupt the momentum to let
it go down a little. He was too close and if I stopped, heaven only knew
what he would do. Probably rape my throat.
"UUunnnnhhhhhh!" He groaned suddenly. "Awwgghhh! Awwwhhh, fuck,
man, I' m gonna come!! Ohhh...Ohhh...Ohhhh, keep sucking it...don't
stop...I'm coming...!"
He seemed to be trying to warn me and urge me off of his cock, but
I stayed on it. I wanted his load. I wanted to make it complete for him.
His come shot out of his cock like a gun blast in a thick, heavy rope and
splattered against the back of my mouth. He hit me again, and again, and
again. I was amazed at the volume of his load. I'd never taken a load
like it. After a half dozen or more blasts.....I lost count...I wondered if
he was going to stop. I certainly wondered where it was all coming from. I
swallowed some of it but my tongue soaked up the flavor of him before I
swallowed again, and again, gulping down the hot, thick, sweet nectar.
When the flood tide began to subside, he took his hands off of my
head and let his arms fall heavily at his sides. His cock continued to
throb in my mouth and I bathed it in its own semen. Tuck groaned and
whimpered as I slavered his come around his head of his cock. Then he put
his hands on my head again.
"Awww, please....I can't take any more...it's driving me nuts," he
begged.
His cock had lost a little of its rigidity and in a moment of
frenzy I forced my mouth all the way down on it, forcing it up into my
throat. It curved into my throat easily. I gulped on it and milked it
with my throat muscles till I thought Tuck was going to go out of his mind
then I slowly withdrew, sucking the final drops of his load out of the
thick tube.
"Goddamn, I don't know how you did that!" he gaped.
"Sheer determination," I said.
It could've been a tense moment right after, especially so if it's
a guy's first time, which I assumed it was for Tuck. Thankfully, he didn't
make any move to leave. He lay there, breathing hard and he didn't mind
that I stayed between his legs, lapping his balls lovingly and kissing the
come off of his cock as it continued to ooze out. I usually liked to wait
till the other guy spoke first, to get a sense of his mood, but Tuck was
too quiet.
"Are you okay?" I asked with a soft chuckle.
"I will be," he said. " Right now, fuck, this ship could go down
and I wouldn't be able to make it to the life boat. Damn, stud, you drained
me."
I lay there kissing his balls and his cock and caressing his
muscular thighs. "You are fuckin' unbelievable," I said.
"So are you. I don't believe you took my load. And didn't let it
go to waste. I didn't know guys really did that."
"I told you, I never leave a job unfinished," I said. I loved his
innocence and the way he said I didn't let it go to waste instead of saying
I'd swallowed it.
"You certainly know how to finish the job," he said.
I was still stroking his cock which still hadn't gone down. "The
stupid woman," I muttered under my breath.
"What?"
"I was thinking out loud, what a stupid woman your fiancé was,
giving all this up. Was it because you're too big, do you think?"
"I don't think so, but I don't know for sure," he said.
"Did she ever complain about the size of your cock?"
"She never had a chance. We never did anything."
I looked up at him, surprised.
"It's true. She was a virgin. Saving herself for the right man,
she said. I thought I was him." He turned his head to the side. "And now,
after I waited all that time, she'll be giving herself to some other guy.
Hell, probably already has." His voice broke and he threw his forearm over
his eyes.
"I'm sorry," I whispered as I nuzzled into his crotch and kissed
his balls. "I'm so damned sorry, Tuck."
"It's not your problem."
"Let it be," I said.
"Well, you did solve part of the problem." he said with a chuckle
again after he'd straightened up. "And thanks for taking my load like
that. It made it all seem so complete."
"Do you really think I would let all of that sweet nectar go to
waste?"
"It's not really sweet, is it?" he asked.
"Yours is," I said. "Haven't you ever tasted your own come, even as
a boy?"
"No. You sound as if I should have."
"I think most guys do at one time or other, even if it's by
accident when they're jacking off. And the way you shoot, I don't know how
you kept from it." His cock was reversing its course, heading back to
another hardon. "I can do it again if you want," I said.
"Oh, I want to, but there's no rush. I need to sort things out."
He squirmed to get up.
"Don't think too deep," I told him. "I wouldn't want you to get
all fucked up in the head over this."
"I'm not. I just need to sort things out. This has been a
real turn of events for me. Fuck, man, I came on a cruise on what was
supposed to be my honeymoon and end up having sex with another guy. That's
some pretty heavy stuff," he said as he got up.
"I'll see you at breakfast, okay?" I said as he was putting his
swimsuit back on.
"Yeah....maybe the Windjammer, not the dining room."
I was relieved that he said yes....or at least maybe. I
watched with great longing as he left my cabin. I wasn't sure I would have
another chance like this with him. I didn't know what all he had to sort
out. I only hoped that I hadn't contributed to his misery. I couldn't get
him out of my mind; the wonderful time we'd had at the beach, and Godd, the
sex was incredible. I only hoped it was for him. I kept thinking of the
island, imagining Tuck and me stranded there, or actually living there. I
wondered how one went about purchasing an island in the Caribbean. Suddenly
an idea hit me. I quickly got dressed and rushed down to the purser's desk
to clear it then went to the tours desk to get information on the nude
beach. The man reached under the counter for a brochure. I convinced him
with a twenty-dollar bill to call the place for me. It took only a few
minutes to make the arrangements. I hurried back up to my room and grabbed
a towel and my loincloth then rushed to Tuck's cabin and knocked on the
door. He answered wearing a pair of shorts and a half smile.
"Grab your loin cloth and a towel," I said.
"What? Why?"
"We're going back to the island."
"What? The ship's going to be pulling out in a half hour."
"I know. You have to hurry."
"What the hell..." he said, stepping back from the door to let me
in. "Would you mind telling me what's going on?"
"I've hired the catamaran to take us back to the island. They'll
pick us up in the morning."
"We're supposed to be in Barbados in the morning," he said, but he
was already pulling on his clothes.
"We'll catch a plane out to Barbados. We'll pick up the ship
tomorrow," I said.
The idea was catching on. He was hurrying more, grabbing a towel
to roll up his loincloth.
My heart was in my throat, and I think his was too, as we left the
ship.
"Now, exactly what are we doing?" Tuck asked. "We're taking the
catamaran back to the island...?
I stopped, suddenly realizing that he didn't understand completely.
I looked down at my feet with a sigh. "Maybe I moved too fast," I said. I
looked back up at him, squarely in his eyes. I kept thinking about the
island, and how great it would be to spend some time there, and
after...after what happened between us, I got the idea that it would be
great to spend the night there, just the two of us. But maybe I'm out of
line. I should have asked, or at least explained, before I dragged you off
the ship. Its not too late to get back on if you go right now."
"If I go back, you're going onto the island yourself?" he asked.
"Yes. I've contracted for the catamaran."
He glanced back at the ramp just in time to see two deckhands
pulling it in.
"Too late," he said.
"I can stop them," I said.
"No," he said quickly. "No, let `em...take it up."
I smiled. That's all I could do, I was so damned happy.
"This has got to be the craziest thing I ever did," he said as we
walked down the dock toward the taxi stand.
"Yeah, me too, but hey, we survived the jungle," I said.
I had the cab driver take us to a small grocery where we bought
food and drink for the night, then on to the catamaran.
"How the hell did you arrange this, getting the island for
ourselves?" he asked.
"Remember, the guy said the island is used for private parties? I
booked a private party."
"Damn, this has got to be costing a fortune. I didn't bring that
much extra cash."
"Don't worry about it," I said.
Jimmie had the catamaran ready, with one other crewmember on board.
"You guys didn't bring blankets?" he asked as we boarded with only
a rolled up towel and the stuff we'd bought from the grocery.
"No."
Dave, the other crewmember, dug out two blankets and gave them to
us. "It gets chilly at night," he said. "You got matches or anything to
light a fire?"
"No." He gave us some matches.
As we got underway, Tuck and I stretched out on the netting again
and watched the water speed along under us.
"You think this is nuts, don't you?" I said.
"I think it's a great idea," he said excitedly.
"Do you, really?" I asked. "You don't think I pressured you."
"Yeah, but I'm glad you did," he said.
We arrived at the island well before sunset. They let us off and
headed back. They would pick us up when they delivered the nude beach party
the next morning.
"Tell me I'm not the only one with a strange feeling in his
stomach," Tuck said.
"You're not," I said. "Strange, but good."
"Yeah. Good. We're stranded on a deserted island."
"If there was time and I'd thought about, I would've invited those
two women to come along," I said.
"I don't think they would've had a good time," Tuck said.
"Not those two; the ones who took the pictures."
"Well, shall we build a fire to keep the wild beasts away?" Tuck
said.
"Hell, I didn't even think to ask about varmints and wild animals,"
I said.
"I doubt there's anything too big for us to handle out here," he
said.
We scouted the island and found a place that sloped up to a small
grove of scrubby trees, facing the sunset. We gathered some wood and built
a fire then spread out supper out on a towel.
"I guess this is what they call survival of the fittest," Tuck
remarked.
"Well, there's no doubt you'll survive it," I said.
We ate in silence; bread, cheese and fruit, washing it down with
bottled water, and watched the sun set fiery red into the sea. I wondered
what Tuck was thinking. I wondered if he'd gotten things sorted out. In
moments, dusk was upon us, and darkness came on its tail. We sat gazing
into the fire.
"This is nice," he said. "I'm glad you thought of it."
"I'm glad you came," I said. "Listen, Tuck...what happened between
us...it doesn't have to happen again. I didn't arrange this just for
that. I wouldn't mind if it did, but I thought it would be an adventure,
coming out here. And you are the adventurous type. But you said you needed
to sort things out."
"I wouldn't mind if it did, either," he said.
"You don't know how wonderful it is to hear you say that."
"Hey, let's go for a swim," he said. He pulled off his boots and
socks and stood up to take off his shorts.
"Let me do that for you," I said, moving to my knees. He stepped in
front of me with his hands held out to his sides. I fumbled with the tab
and the buttons, my hands were shaking so.
"Do you want me to?" Tuck asked.
"No. I'm just nervous, I guess," I said.
"No need to be," he assured me.
I finally got his shorts undone and pulled them down and he lifted
his feet to let me take them off. I tugged on his briefs, pulling them
down off his hips and down his thighs till his cock was released.
"Let's wait," he said as he stepped back from me. He waited till I
was naked then we ran to the water together. I don't remember a more
exhilarating and free feeling than swimming and playing in the vast sea
with Tuck. I swam out too far for Tuck and he called me back.
"I know you're a crack swimmer, but don't take any foolish
chances," he said.
We swam back and ran up the beach to the fire. Tuck put more wood
on the fire while I spread a blanket out over the sand. We lay down
together, facing the fire, me on my stomach and Tuck on his side, facing
me.
"This is so fuckin' nice," he said.
We didn't say much of anything else for a long time. It was silly
but I was still nervous, doubtful and wondering how to approach
him. Finally, I took the bull by the horns. I turned onto my side and
reached out with my hand on Tuck's hip. He slung his right leg back as a
gesture of invitation. His great cock and heavy balls were draped over his
other thigh. I gently urged him onto his back and he spread his legs out
wide and I crawled between them. I began by kissing his thighs, up and
down, moving more to the inside each trip up, till his cock had lifted up
from his balls and swung around to his hip, pulsating with powerful throbs.
He shoved his cock upright for my mouth and I took him.
"Godd, you are incredible," he breathed as I began sucking his
cock.
"I can be more incredible," I said.
"I don't know how."
"Do you want me to show you?" I asked.
"Man, you can show me anything you like," he said emphatically.
I sucked his cock for a moment then moved down to concentrate on
his balls, pushing his legs wider as I worked under his balls. Tuck
hunkered his butt up for me and with a little urging I think he realized
what I wanted to do and he finally lifted his legs up so I could get to his
ass. I don't think he fully realized my full intention till I lilted him
higher with his butt up in my hands. His legs fell wide then swung around
over his body as I tilted him even higher and bent him in half.
"Oh, Geezusss," I whispered as I gazed at his beautiful ass, spread
open so invitingly, offering me the delicious looking hole. I breathed my
hot breath on him at first, then dragged my tongue along the slopes of his
butt muscles, leading into the deep crevice. He squirmed in my hands and
wriggled his butt around. I flicked his hole with my tongue.
"Ohh!" he gasped.
I dragged my tongue over his hole.
"OOhhhhhhh!"
Then I began tonguing his asshole, driving the tip of my tongue in
as far as I could each time and the muscles contracted around it.
"Awwwhhhh, Fuuckkkkkkk! W-what're you d-doing!" he cried softly.
I dug my fingers deep between his butt muscles and pulled his
asshole wide open. I could barely make out in the moonlight the soft pink
lining past the hole, palpitating with each throb of his cock. I buried my
face between his butt muscles and drove my stiffened tongue in deep.
"AAAwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" he cried aloud.
I had him on the run and I wasn't going to let up and allow him to
retreat. I raised up and pushed his hips even higher off the blanket,
holding him there with my knees lodged against the small of his back. He
was bent in half with his legs sticking out over his head, his knees nearly
touching the blanket on either side of his head. He had such a helpless
look on his face. I went to work on him again. I literally devoured his
ass, like a hungry wolf, and he had clamped his mouth over his forearm to
muffle his outcries.
"It's okay to yell," I told him.
I wanted to make him come in that position. It was a cruel thing
to do maybe but I wanted to show him how hot I could make him without
touching his cock. I worked diligently, if it can be called work. I was
loving the hell out of it. He had a gorgeous ass that tasted wonderful.
Suddenly Tuck clawed gat the blanket.
"Ohh, Godd...Ohhh,Geezussss...Awww, mannn, you gotta stop...you're
gonna make me come!...OHhhh, stop...Goddd, Stop! I can't breath...I'm
gonna come!!" he yelled.
I purposely ignored him. I kept devouring his ass and he brought
his hands up to cover his face. When I knew he was getting close...I could
tell by the hard contractions of his asshole around my tongue...when I had
him past the point of no return I reached up and pulled his hands away. He
gave me a funny look, almost bewildered as he gasped for air. His asshole
relaxed wide open and I drove my tongue in as deep as I could reach. It
tightened around my tongue then relaxed and tightened again. I knew he was
coming; his load had been released and was on its way. I wished I could
see it but that was a small price to pay for the event. He groaned and
moaned and I heard him gasp and grumble and curse, mostly unintelligible. I
could feel the power of his climax, the surges through his entire body each
time his cock exploded with a streak of semen. The island might have
trembled.
"Shit...Brad...I c-can't move and I can't breathe," he gasped.
I raised up to the most beautiful sight, this incredibly handsome
male with copious streaks of come all over his face. I lifted his legs up
and lay them on each side of me. I was elated at the sight of him with
come streaked all over his face and neck and shoulders and chest. It
looked like somebody had white-washed him. He had his eyes closed with
pools of come covering them. Streaks of come lay across mouth as well. I
hoped he wouldn't be sorry I'd done this to him.
"I'll get a towel," I said as I backed off to my haunches.
Tuck was lying there waiting, with his eyes tightly closed and his
lips pursed. He instinctively flicked his tongue out to clean his lips and
got a healthy taste of his own come.
"Aaawwwggghhhhh!" he groaned as he sat up, swiping his face
frantically with his hand.
I handed him the towel and he wiped the come off of his eyes.
"Man, I got it in my mouth! It's terrible! How do you do that,
swallow it, I mean?"
"It's an acquired taste...from this side of the fence," I
said.
"Well, I'm staying on this side of the fence, thanks," he declared.
"Geezuss, I need something to wash it down."
I got a bottle of water and handed it to him. He swirled and
gargled and spit it out. Then he took another gulp and swallowed it.
"It doesn't do anything to cut the taste," he said. "Motherfuck! I
don't believe you did that to me," he said, half laughing.
"I hope I didn't take things too far. You said I could show you
anything I wanted."
"Naw, it was incredible. I mean, I can't believe you made me come
like that. You never even touched my cock. I don't think I've ever been so
hot and primed."
"I told you I could be more incredible."
"Geezuss, that drained me," he said, lying back on the blanket.
We lay together for a long quiet time, looking up at the stars and
the moon. It grew chilly and Tuck raised up to bring the other blanket up
over us, and soon he fell asleep, drained. I lay watching him till I dozed
off too. I came awake to the weight of his heavy arm across my chest and
his muscular thigh thrown across my middle with my cock throbbing in the
crook of his knee. I didn't move for fear of waking him. I was so happy
that tears came to my eyes. I glanced at my watch; eleven o'clock. As much
as I cherished the moment I decided we shouldn't be wasting precious time
sleeping. I squirmed to bring him awake. He woke up with a start, realizing
the position we were in and quickly moved his leg away from my hardon. He
started to move his arm but I stopped him.
"Its okay, don't move away," I said, holding his arm against my
chest.
Oddly, he began trailing his fingers casually over the left side of
my chest. I shivered when he touched my tits.
"You like that?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Yes. But I feel I should warn you, that's a form of
reciprocation."
"Well, I can't be doing that, then," he said and jerked his hand
away. He was joking, but he sat up to gaze out at the sea. "I can't believe
we're out here on a deserted island," he said.
"Tuck...?" I said hoarsely.
"Yeah?" he said with a turn off his head.
"I said I would show you everything...," I said, my voice trailing
off, for I wasn't sure I had the courage to finish.
"Yeah?" he said again.
"Do you want to fuck me?" The words coming out of my own mouth
almost left me without air to breath.
He just looked at me.
"You're serious."
"Yes," I said.
"Yes," he said. "But are you sure...I mean, I'm pretty
oversized...won't it hurt?"
"Yes, I'm sure, I know how big you are, and yes, it'll hurt some,
but nothing I can't handle," I said.
"You're not a virgin," he said.
"Not since I was seventeen."
"Wow. That's pretty young."
"I thought I was ready," I said.
"You weren't?"
"I don't think anyone ever is, but it doesn't matter because you
think you are and that's all that matters."
"Was it somebody you...a buddy, or what?" he asked. "If you don't
mind me asking," he added.
"It was an older guy. Not old; he was twenty-seven, but that's old
when you're seventeen. He worked at the gym where I worked out. It was
late and I was trying to get through my workout and he told me not to
hurry; I could finish up after he closed up the gym, while he was cleaning.
I was doing bench presses, spread out on the bench in my workout
shorts...he told me I could take my shirt after he closed the place up. He
told me I could take off my shorts, too, but I thought he was kidding. I
had just racked the barbell and was taking a rest before my next set when
he walks up to the head of the bench. He picked up the barbell and set it
down a notch on the rack and told me to try it there. I figured okay, he
was a personal trainer, so he knew what he was talking about. But before I
finished my breather he came around to the foot of the bench and stands
there and just looks at me. I thought he was wanting me to finish up, so I
started to raise up but he shoved me back down on the bench. Not hard, but
just pushed me with his hand against my chest. Then he grabbed my ankles
and lifted my legs up and bent me in half and shoved my feet under the
barbell so I was bent in half. The barbell was on the lower notch, about
level with my head. I thought he was just playing around till he pulled my
workout shorts down off my butt, and even then I still thought he was just
playing grab-ass. But then he peeled his T-shirt off and took off his
shorts and his jockstrap, then when I saw that he had a bottle of lube, I
knew what he intended to do. I knew, but I asked him what he was doing; I
stammered. He said, what's it look like. I'm giving you something you
want. I didn't know he knew I wanted to get fucked when I didn't know it
myself."
"You couldn't get away from him?" Tuck asked.
"I was crunched up, bent in half, more than in half. I was locked
in under the barbell with my feet right beside my head. I'd seen him in the
locker room, so I knew how he was built hanging, but by this time, he
wasn't hanging. His cock was standing out about eight inches, maybe more,
thick as hell, throbbing like all get out. He squirted some lube on his
cock and smeared it around then squirted some in the crack of my ass.
I have no idea how I psyched myself up but I knew I was going to
get fucked and I resigned myself to it. He straddled the bench, aimed his
cock and it was hot as hell, pressing against my hole. He bent his knees
and forced his cock through my hole. I never had anything hurt so bad in
my life. He told me not to yell, and I didn't, because I thought if I did,
he would really get rough with me. I just shut my eyes and gritted my teeth
and endured it till he was all the way in me and I felt his balls smashed
against my butt. He held it like that for a moment, all I could feel was
the throbbing, and it was like his steady throbbing was sucking the pain
out. Then he pulled back and started fucking me. Well, pretty quick, I
realized that it wasn't hurting so bad, then not at all, then it was
feeling sort of good, then fuckin' good. It was like my ass sort of woke
up and I started humping my butt up for him. He fucked me for about a half
hour before he finally went off. I could feel him shooting inside me and
that set me off. Actually, he did to me what I did to you, only I wasn't
fucking you. He made me shoot off all over myself. That's when I got my
first real taste of my own come. I got a mouthful."
"Did it make you sick?"
"No, oddly enough, it didn't. I didn't like it, but I figured it
was my come so it couldn't hurt me. I guess I just recycled it."
"Was that the only time?" Tuck asked.
"No, actually, it wasn't. I was pretty damned screwed up in the
head for a few days but I went back to the gym. He was friendly as hell
when I came back, acted as if nothing had happened. He gave me a free
protein drink and told me I could work out as late as I wanted to again."
"Did you stay late?"
"Yes. I think that's the reason I went to the gym so late in the
evening, so I would be there at closing time."
"So, it happened again?"
"Yeah, that night and about every other night that he was
working. We must've had sex on every machine in the gym.
"You were only seventeen? It could've been considered rape," Tuck
said.
"If I had told anybody, it would've been rape. But I kept going
back. I think he was worried about it, though. He gave me all the protein
shakes I wanted and kept me supplied with protein bars and energy drinks."
"So you found out you liked it."
"Yeah, I was hooked. But I didn't know how hooked till I met you."
"Oh?"
"I think my asshole saw your before I did," I said, laughing.
"I gotta tell you, hearing you tell about it has given me a
hardon," he said. "Do you still want me to fuck you?"
"Yes."
"How do you want it?" he asked. "I mean, on your back or stomach or
what?"
I rolled onto my stomach. "Let's start out this way," I said as I
reached for my shorts to dig out the small tube of lubricant.
"You came prepared," Tuck said.
"I came hopeful," I said.
I applied some lube to my ass then handed the tube to Tuck. I
spread my legs out wide and drew my knees up a little to tilt my butt up
for him. He knelt behind me, holding his greased cock in one hand and began
kneading my butt muscles and probing around with his thumb.
"Want me to get you loosened up a little?" he said as he shoved his
thumb through my hole as far as it would reach and wriggled it around.
"Ooooohhhhh, Yessss," I whispered.
He replaced his thumb with his middle finger. It went in a lot
deeper and he found my prostate, although he didn't know it.
"Ohh, Goddd!" I cried out. "Godd, you've got big fingers! Ohhhh
...Ohhhh...Ohhhh, Fuck!"
He fucked and gouged my ass with his finger for a bit then shoved
two fingers inside me.
"Ooohhhh," I gasped again as he stretched my hole.
"This is going to hurt, isn't it?" he said.
Yeah, it was going to hurt. His thick, ass-buster cock was going to
pry me apart and stretch my ass unmercifully and it was going to go
deep. "Nothing I can't handle," I said. I gripped the blanket and held my
breath in anticipation of what was yet to come; being impaled on his huge
cock.
When he pulled his fingers out I knew I was about to be fucked. I
braced myself. I wasn't a virgin but I'd never taken a cock as big as
Tuck's. I felt his heat, then the pressure of the blunt head against my
hole. I didn't cower, but held a firm stance to let him know I was ready
for him. He clasped his big hands around my hip bones and poked and prodded
against the pliable muscle for a moment, then he shoved. My ass parted
like the Dead Sea and he was suddenly inside of me.
"Wwwhhhoooaaaaa!" I cried softly.
"You okay?" he asked, with some concern.
"Yesss! Don't stop or pull out," I said.
"Oh, I hadn't planned to," he said. "This is incredible!
Tuck was so gentle and considerate. He waited a moment to let me
get used to his size then began easing his cock into me. Slowly, his cock
impaled me, boring through my guts like a drill through soft earth,
spreading my insides, plowing past anything in its path. Part way in, I was
wanting it all; he was being too easy...I wanted the physical slaughter of
his huge cock. I shoved my ass back on his cock. He came up against
something that felt like rock bottom, but worked past it and buried the
final inches of his cock.
"AAwwwwhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned softly as my asshole devoured his
manhood.
"Ohh, Myy Godd!" I whispered to the sand. His cock throbbed deep
inside me, his hard loins pressed hard against my spread butt, his big
hands gripped my hips like a vise and his warm, hairy thighs brushed
against mine. He fucked me. My Godd, did he fuck me! He used long,
full-cock strokes, he used short, deep jabs, he used short jabs of the head
of his cock in and out of my asshole. He fucked me like a jackhammer. He
gradually fucked me flat on the blanket so I was sprawled out,
spread-eagle. He clasped his bit hands around my tight butt muscles and
fucked me like a pile driver. He was the best I'd ever had, bar none, and I
couldn't help thinking what his poor, stupid fiancé had given up. Then he
asked the stupidest question.
"Am I doing this right?"
"Oh, Geezusss! If you only knew how right!" I gasped.
"I want you to turn over, on your back," he said hoarsely.
I liked the way he said it; not just turn over, but he wanted me on
my back. I started to ease forward off his cock but he slipped one arm
around my waist to hold me tight and carefully maneuvered me onto my side
then my back, without pulling his cock out. I lifted my legs and he clasped
his hands around my ankles and held my legs wide apart as he began to fuck
me again. I thrilled to the sight of his muscles rippling as he moved, and
his handsome face contorting in untold pleasure.
"I can't believe anything can feel so good," he said.
I was glad, but I wondered if he were wishing it were his fiancé
instead of me. I clasped my hands around his thick forearms and moved up to
his powerful upper arms, tracing the shape of his bulging triceps. My
finger encircled barely half the circumference of his biceps. I embraced
his broad, muscular shoulders and trailed my fingers down over his
chest. His tits were standing out taut. I fluttered my fingers over his abs
and clasped my hands around his butt to pull him in tight.
"Your butt feels like warm bowling balls," I said.
He smiled. "Careful you don't get your hand bit by a panther," he
said.
I was nearly overwhelmed by the intense passion that was fueling my
desire for him, and my desire made my passion even greater. I never felt
more a man than with this magnificent male god claiming my body for his own
pleasure.
"How long do you want me to go; I can last forever," he said.
"As long as you want; just take me with you."
"Oh, I have no intentions of letting you go," he said.
No man had ever fucked me so wonderfully or so long. I paid no
attention at the time, but I would learn later that he went on for over two
hours. I quickly discovered how he liked my hands on his muscles and he
liked me touching his nipples.
"I never knew I had feelings in my nipples," he said.
"Guys have feelings about everywhere a woman does," I told him.
"Yeah, but women are supposed to have `em, they're built that way."
"If men weren't built that way, too, they wouldn't have the same
good feelings," I said.
My hands were all over him, constantly on the move over his warm,
muscular body, squeezing his muscles, testing his strength. I had my hands
clasped around his shoulders and in a sudden, bold move, I pulled him down
to me. He leaned down over me, covering me like a stallion on a mare, his
face so close that his sweet breath wafted over my face. There was a brief
instant when our eyes met, our gaze locked and I think he was forced to
look away with fright. I put my hands on each side of his thick neck and he
looked back. I didn't urge him down, he came on his own, lowering his head,
his face coming closer and closer to mine. Then he closed his eyes, as if
to block out what was about to happen, or perhaps to escape it. But there
was no escape; our lips were like magnets being drawn together. Eyes
closed, his lips found their way to mine.
"Uuuhhhnnnnnnnn," he moaned softly as he smashed his mouth over
mine, his tongue probing through my slack lips.
I met his tongue and felt an electrical jolt go through me; I think
he felt it too, for he whimpered. It was a long, passionate kiss, the most
passionate I'd ever experienced. We swapped spit and sucked on each
other's tongues. We practically devoured each other, till suddenly I felt
his body jolt then shudder, like a small earthquake had shaken the
island. His cock bolted and lurched inside me.
"Ohh, I'm gonna come!" he gasped.
"Yesss! Give it to me!" I moaned.
He gave it to me, but not with the frenzy I might have expected.
He simply held his position, cock-deep, and let it happen. I could feel
his cock throbbing and jerking around inside me, then the sudden heat of
his semen spread through my insides. It was a hellacious come. It drained
the man of more than his semen. It sucked the very life out of him. When
he was finally finished, he hovered over me for a moment, his massive arms
shaking.
"I'm gonna collapse," he said.
"Go ahead, I can hold you," I said.
His weight spread on top of me felt wonderful and I wrapped my arms
and legs around him to hold him tight.
"I really didn't intend to go off that quick," he said.
"I'm sure you're good for more than one," I said.
"Oh, yeah."
"Then it doesn't matter. We've got the whole night to ourselves,"
I told him.
We slept barely at all. Tuck discovered that he liked the feel of
a male ass and he couldn't get enough of mine. He fucked me in every
position known to man. He even fucked me in the water. Between times I
sucked his cock and was rewarded with loads of his salty-sweet come. I
couldn't get enough of him. A couple of times he started to get a little
sappy, as he put it, but each time, he checked himself and reverted to his
macho self. One of those times, I think he was giving serious thought to
going down on me. We were lying together and he had surprised me by putting
his arm out for me to lay my head on. His bicep was big enough for a pillow
but not very soft.
"I really wish I could give something back," he said in a hoarse
tone.
"Trust me, you've given back in kind," I assured him.
"You know what I mean...I wish I could go down on you but it's just
not in me."
"Stop worrying about it. You haven't left me wanting for a thing,"
I said.
He was quiet, then, and I thought that was the closest he would
ever come to expressing his more sensitive side. We dozed again and when I
came awake first, I got up and went for a swim. I couldn't get over the
overwhelming feeling of being such a free spirit. When I came out of the
water and walked back to the blanket, Tuck was awake, sitting up with his
knees cocked up and his arms folded across them. I picked up my towel and
stood beside him to dry off. I realized that he was looking at me; gazing,
was more like, his head tilted, his mouth slack and I dared to hope, yet
dared not. Suddenly he moved to his knees, facing me, face to face with my
manhood, his eyes unwavering.
"Tuck...?" I whispered. I wanted to tell him not do it but it was
too late. I heard him swallow then his mouth was opened wide and closing
around the head of my cock.
"Ohhhh, Geezussssss!" I moaned, my head back.
He didn't suck me. He simply took my cock in his mouth as far as he
could and held it there while he washed it with his tongue. It lasted
perhaps a minute then he withdrew. He knelt there, gazing at my cock, then
slumped his shoulders and turned and sat down and drew his knees up like he
was.
"I don't believe I did that," he said to the sea. "But I had to."
"No you didn't," I said. "I've been deliriously happy with what
you've given me."
"Yeah, I did," he said. "I would like to call it a token
reciprocation, but it was more curiosity."
"And? Now that you've satisfied your curiosity."
"I have to say, no offense, but I don't get the attraction," he
said.
"No offense taken. Straight guys don't."
"Hell, I probably wouldn't be very good at it anyway," he said.
I sat down beside him. "You'll never know, though, what it means
to me that you tried it," I said.
"Well, when the sun comes up and we leave this island, I'm going to
put it so far behind me, it'll never crop up in my mind again."
"All of it?" I asked.
"No," he said, looking around at me. "No, I won't ever forget
this."
"Part of me wishes it could've been with your bride," I said. "But
most of me is glad it wasn't."
"I've got no regrets about that," he said. "It was her choice, and
you came along...everything's worked out."
The birds began their chatter in the early morning dark, announcing
the coming of the sunrise. I woke up to find Tuck gone from the blanket. I
sat up and looked all around but didn't see him. I went down to the
water's edge and walked around the shore till I found him on the other side
of the island. I stood back for a long moment, looking at his very male
silhouette forming against the dawning light. I thought perhaps I should
leave him alone; maybe he wanted to be by himself for the little time we
had left on the island. I started to walk back but he called out to me.
"Don't go," he said.
I turned and went back. "I thought you might want to be alone," I
said.
"No, just taking it all in as much as I can before we get picked
up. It's breathtaking."
"Yes, it is," I said, looking at him.
"The island," he said.
"That, too," I said.
He put his hand on my chest. "I don't want to appear greedy,
but...one more time?"
"It's called insatiable," I said.
He pulled me to him, his cock rising to the occasion. Our bodies
smashed together then he reached down and pulled my leg up to his hip.
"Climb on," he said.
He took hold of my butt as I wrapped both legs around him. He
maneuvered us till my hole was set squarely over the head of his throbbing
cock.
"Ride down on it, I'll take you for a walk," he said.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as I let my weight force
his cock up inside me.
"OOOhhhhhh," I moaned softly, laying my head on his
shoulder. "Goddd, I thought we'd done it in every position known to man."
He walked us around the island, his big cock lobbing around inside
me like a pole in the wind; like he was stirring something. With the
blanket in view, he said, "I haven't had my morning run yet." With that, he
broke out in an easy lope. I cried out and hung on for dear life as I
bounced up and down on his cock. Suddenly, without warning, I was coming.
"AAAAAaawwwhhhhhhhhhh!" I yelled like an animal as my load shot out
all over Tuck's chest. He kept running, past the blanket, and on, till I
stopped coming, then he slowed to a walk.
"That was wild," he said.
I couldn't even speak. I felt his cock still throbbing up inside
me.
"You didn't come," I said.
"I didn't have to. You came enough for both of us," he said, of the
streaks and rivulets of semen running down his chest and stomach.
"Sorry about that," I said.
"Couldn't be helped," he said.
"You can keep going till you come," I said.
"No, I'm okay." He walked us down to the shore and into the water
up to our necks before he let me go and washed the semen off. We swam and
horsed around for a while, till the sun came up over the horizon.
Walking back to the blanket, his cock was still standing out,
swaying around like a battering ram.
"Let me take care of that for you?" I offered.
"I'm okay," he said.
"Why are you putting yourself through this? You know I want to."
"Call it reciprocation by means of self denial; I just want to
leave it like this," he said.
I didn't argue with him. I was sort of impressed that he felt he
was reciprocating by getting me off and denying himself. We didn't get
dressed till we saw the catamaran, then we put our clothes on, gathered up
the blankets and walked down to the water's edge.
"I'm never going to forget this," Tuck said.
Jimmie and Dave were all smiles as they docked the craft a few
yards out from the beach. It was filled with people, many of the naked, all
of them surprised to see two guys waiting on the island. We waited till
they had all come ashore.
"Did you guys get shipwrecked?" a man asked.
"We sort of got left behind yesterday evening," Tuck lied.
"Why didn't you call me," a young woman said, giving everybody a
good laugh.
"Did you guys have a good time?" Jimmie asked as we set sail for
the return trip.
"Yeah, it was incredible. Awesome," Tuck said.
"Yeah, I'll bet it was," Dave said with a thin smile.
They knew, and we didn't care.
We got a cab to the airfield for the flight to Barbados. It would
be a short flight. On Barbados we caught a cab to the dock.
"Listen, I did things out there on the island last night that I
wouldn't have ordinarily done," Tuck said as we walked to the ship. "I got
caught up in the moment and the atmosphere."
I didn't understand what he was trying to say. I hoped he wasn't
going to say he regretted it, or that he didn't want to see me for the
final precious hours of the cruise.
"What I mean is, I don't normally go around kissing guys. Or
fucking them, for that matter."
"You don't have to try to convince me that you're straight. It's
practically tattooed on your forehead," I said.
"I really don't know what I'm trying to say."
"I hope you're not wrestling with guilt and remorse and regrets," I
said.
"None of the above. Just...confusion, I guess. And awe. It was
awesome. I can't describe it."
"You were awesome," I said.
"I doubt I'll ever have an experience like that again," he said.
Day Five - (Friday) -- Barbados
Back on board, we went our separate ways to our cabins for much needed
showers. We hadn't made any plans together for the day except for breakfast
at the Windjammer. But Tuck didn't show. I was reluctant to call him to
see if he wanted to go on the island. If he wanted to do something with me
he would call or he would have shown up for breakfast. Maybe he needed the
whole day by himself to sort things out. I just hoped I hadn't ruined
everything. There was still tonight and all day Saturday and Saturday night
at sea; too much precious time to let go to waste.
I went on the island and took a cab downtown where I shopped around
for awhile. On impulse I bought Tuck a beautiful wood carving of a stallion
at one of the tiny outdoor shops. At another I bought him a very large
beach towel with a gorgeous babe in a bikini on it. Later, on a narrow,
unkempt street I came across a small shop called Gear that sold sexy
underwear and stuff. I spent a lot of time there, trying on things and
laying them aside to purchase. In the back of my mind I was thinking how
great Tuck would look in this or that, and in the end I bought some stuff
for him; a deep red bikini swim suit, a pair of white briefs and a silk
burgundy thong that zipped down the front. I hoped he wouldn't think I was
going overboard. Maybe we wouldn't even see each other again.
When I returned to the ship mid-morning, there was an envelope on
my bed with the pictures of us on the jungle safari, wearing the
loincloths. They were great. I couldn't wait to show them to Tuck. By
lunchtime I was beginning to worry. Tuck hadn't called or made any attempt
to contact me. I checked out the dining room then went up to the
Windjammer. I didn't find him there either, so I ate alone. I wanted
desperately to call his cabin but I didn't. I decided I wouldn't waste what
was left of Barbados. I left the ship and hired a cab to take me around the
island. The driver was young and uncommonly handsome, with a lean build. I
toyed with the idea of trying to get something going with him.
"Is there something you would like to see, or shall I take you
around?" he asked.
"Just drive," I said. "Is there a private beach?" I asked.
"Yes, several," he said. "Some more private than others," he added
with a sly grin.
"I didn't bring a swimsuit," I said.
"You don't need one. Would you like to go there?"
"Yes, it sounds interesting."
"I hope you don't mind, there are sometimes a lot of kids who come
to the beach from further in the island; teenagers," he said.
"Teenagers at a private beach?" I asked with a curious smile.
"Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, old enough to be there," he said.
I hoped I was getting his message.
"They're good boys, clean, not the riff-raff from the city," he
went on as we were pulling into a heavily wooded lane. He drove down the
gutted road till it opened up onto a gravel parking area, with the ocean
beyond a sloping, sandy beach. It was indeed private, a small cove of
crystal clear water nearly surrounded by heavy, green trees and
foliage. "I'll wait and get you back to your ship in time," he said.
"Yes, thanks," I said as I got out of the cab, my curiosity piqued.
"Pay for everything at the food stand if you want a chair or
umbrella and towels. And ten dollars is enough for tips for the boys," he
told me as I was walking toward the beach.
I walked down to the water's edge, which all around the cove was no
more than a few yards from the woods, and was approached immediately by two
young boys, bringing a lounge chair and umbrella and towels.
"Something to drink? I will get it for you," one of them said,
motioning to the small concession stand nestled back in the shade. I
thanked them and the boy scurried off for my drink. The other boy asked me
if I wanted him to take my clothes. I was a bit taken aback, but it wasn't
as if he was being bold, but rather gracious. Confident that I had gotten
the cab driver's message about these boys, I began undressing. I couldn't
help noticing the way the boy watched me, intently, almost drinking in
every inch of my body as I bared it. When I was down to my briefs he
motioned for them, too. The other boy returned with my drink and I took a
long sip before I removed my shorts. The boy was quick to take them and
fold them with the rest of my clothes.
"Very nice," he said, indicating my naked body.
The other boy whistled under his breath and they both laughed
softly. Odd, I thought, that they were both wearing swimsuits. They hovered
close by while I lounged in the warm Caribbean sun and I likened them like
a couple of young, cute vultures, watching their prey. I watched them from
behind my sunglasses, trying to judge how old they were. The one looked in
the face more like fourteen than the seventeen or eighteen that the cab
driver said they would be. The other boy's smooth, muscular body could
pass him for eighteen. I wondered what their game was; how they operated. I
soon found out. The younger one came up to me and quietly asked me if I
wanted another drink. When I said yes, he scurried off to get it and the
older one came up.
"You should not lie in the sun too long," he said. "I can move
your chair for you back in the shade, among the trees."
Yes, I thought, I wanted to be back among the trees with these two
young gods. I stood up and he folded up my chair. The other boy met us
back in the woods with my drink and we all went several yards into the
bushes and small trees. But the boy didn't set my chair up. Instead, he
came up to me and began rubbing his hand on my thigh.
"You are hot, would you like for us to cool you off?" he asked, and
without my answer, reached for my cock. The younger boy was already on his
knees in front of me and the older one joined him but I stopped them. They
looked up at me with a confused, disappointed look.
"You don't look eighteen," I said to the younger one.
"I'm eighteen. I could not have served you your drink if I
weren't," he said.
It made sense and I took his word for it. Together, they started to
work on me, one sucking my cock, the other one sucking my balls. Then they
traded off. I stood there, gaping at the two handsome boys as they gave me
the treatment. I was surprised how adept they were, both of them were able
to swallow my cock whole, and suck its entire length without choking. And
the whole time, they looked up at me with their big, brown eyes that lied
about their innocence, as if to make sure I was being pleased. After
awhile the younger looking one asked, "Do you like to fuck?"
"Yes," I said, without knowing how he meant it; whether he wanted
me to fuck him, or if they intended to fuck me. It didn't matter to
me. They both stood and the older boy spit in hand and applied it to his
butt. Then he bent over with his shoulder against a tree. The younger one
motioned for me to take him. I stepped up behind him and aimed my cock
between his taut, smooth butt muscles. He hunkered back and his tiny hold
swallowed the head of my cock so easily I was stunned. Before I could
enter him, he shoved his butt all the way down on my cock with a soft moan.
"Ohhhh, Goddddd," I groaned softly as the contractions of his warm,
live ass began massaging the full length of my cock.
"You like?" the younger boy asked, all smiles.
"Fuck, yes," I said.
He was playing with my butt, and very quickly I realized that he
intended to fuck me. He was adept with his fingers exploring my ass, soon
probing and finding my prostate.
"I fuck you," he said.
"Yes."
He stepped up behind me on his toes and aimed his cock between my
buns. I hadn't paid any attention to how big he was till he entered me. I
thought there was no end to his cock.
"My Goddd," I gasped over my shoulder as he shoved his cock deeper
and deeper.
"I'm almost in," he said. "I'm big, but you will like."
Yes, I was liking it already, and wondering how much more cock such
a young boy could possibly have, and where I was going to put it. He
wasn't as thick as Tuck, but he was boring in every bit as deep.
"Ohhhhh," I moaned as he buried the final inches of his long cock
deep inside me. "Ohhh, Fuck."
The boy laughed and began fucking me.
"Ohhh!...Ohhhhh!...Uuunnnhhhh!...Ohhh, fuck, yesss ...ohh, fuck
me...awwwh, son, where did you learn to fuck like that?"
At the same time I was trying to fuck the older boy but I lost my
coordination and he was doing the work, slamming his butt back onto my cock
in steady strokes. I simply stood there and let the two boys do their
magic on me. Being hot-blooded teenagers, I didn't think they would last
long but they surprised me. They fucked me hard and steady, with great
energy and determination, for over a half hour, while I constantly fought
down the terrible urge to come. Finally, the older boy went nuts on my
cock, crying out that he was going to come as he thrashed his tight little
ass around wildly. It must have been a cue for the younger boy, for he
suddenly turned into a little fuck maniac. He really tore up my asshole as
he worked up his own climax and mine with it. Needless to say, I didn't and
couldn't hold off against the double assault on my senses. I lost a load
that made me see stars and made my head spin. My legs were shaking; I was
ready to collapse. The younger boy pulled his cock out of me and it felt
like he was turning me inside out. Without his support behind me, I slumped
over the older boy and grabbed the tree for support. He slumped down in
front of me to his knees, leaving my cock swinging in the breeze. With no
support, I collapsed with him, and his friend joined us in the pile. It was
then that I saw the tool the boy had used on me.
"Damn!" I gasped when I saw his cock.
He laughed proudly.
"Where did you get that cock?"
"I said you would like it," he said.
"You boys damn near fucked my brains out."
We stayed in the woods for a short while till I thought I should be
heading back to the ship. I pulled them both to their feet, gaping at the
younger boy's manhood. He must have been nine inches long, hanging. He
could be a porn star back in the states. The boys had doubled my pleasure
so I gave each of them twenty dollars. I got dressed, paid my tab at the
stand and was on my way.
"Did you like the beach?" my driver asked with a smile.
"Very much. Thanks for bringing me," I said. The ride back gave me
pause to think about the afternoon. I would never forget the two boys but
my mind was on Tuck.
He wasn't at his table at dinner and I figured he was eating in the
Windjammer. I wished I'd gone there instead of dressing for dinner, but I
was hoping to see him in his tux. The best place to see him after dinner
would be on the promenade.
Sooner or later, everyone on the ship passed down the promenade.
First I bought two tickets to the ice show, on the off chance that I would
meet up with him, then I went to the Dog and Duck and sat at one of the
outside tables nursing a beer. The man who had taken pictures of us at the
nude beach came by my table.
"I was hoping I would meet up with you again. Do you mind if I sit
down?" He didn't want for me to answer. He sat down and pulled an envelope
out of his pocket and handed it to me. "I thought you and your buddy might
like to have these."
I opened the envelope and took out the pictures of us, naked, on
the beach.
"How did you get these developed so fast?" I asked.
"They have one-hour developing that is truly one hour. They
turned out very good, don't you think?"
"They developed these in the ship's photo lab?" I looked at the
pictures. They were good of me, too, but beside Tuck, I looked rather
insignificant. There was the one of Tuck propped up on his elbows with his
tight abs and thigh muscles flexed. One of his taut bubble butt set on his
narrow hips and his legs and back flared out to form a perfect
hourglass. His butt muscles looked like a couple of soccer balls, almost
too smooth for the panther to climb up. The close-ups of his manhood were
exceptional, with his big cock draped thick and heavy over his stallion
balls. Then the shocker; three photos of Tuck going to and from the beach
after he got his hardon. Two of the pictures were of him sporting his huge
hardon and the third was of him from the backside, with his butt flexed so
beautifully.
"I'll bet he doesn't know you took these," I said.
"Something as beautiful as that shouldn't require permission to
photograph it," he said.
"I can't believe they developed these," I said.
"It took a few extra bucks but they like to keep the guests happy,"
he said. "Do you think your friend will be mad?"
"No, I don't think so. You're a very good photographer."
"I'm an amateur. It's the subject matter that makes these
pictures. I would like to give them to him myself but I didn't know if I
would see either of you again so will you give them too him?"
"Yes. Thank you, and Tuck thanks you."
"Tuck? Is that his name?"
"Yes."
"It fits him." He smiled and his eyes lit up. "Say, would you like
prints for yourself?"
"Yes," I said emphatically. "I would very much like prints
for myself."
"What's your cabin number? I'll slip them under your door."
I thanked the man profusely and offered to pay him but he
refused. I was right about meeting Tuck on the promenade. It wasn't long
before I saw him sauntering towards me eating an ice cream cone. Actually,
he strutted, although I don't think he meant to. It was just the way he
walked, with a slight sway of his shoulders and a little twist of his butt
that made his walk sexy as hell. He looked sexy in general, in white
shorts and sneakers and a dark blue T-shirt. His muscular, brown legs
contrasted sharply with his shorts. How I wished I'd gone to the
Windjammer for dinner. As he came close he saw me and came over to my
table with a big smile. I pushed a chair out for him to sit down.
"Want a drink?" I asked.
"Sure, a beer would be good to wash down the ice cream," he said.
I was both pleased and disappointed with the way he was acting, as
if nothing had happened. As he approached me there was a gleam in his
eyes, sort of a searching look.
"So what'd you do today?" I asked.
"I took a taxi to the other side of the island, had lunch, hung
around some of the shops then brought a taxi back," he said. "Nothing
really exciting but it was nice. How about you?"
"I went downtown to see if I needed to do any last minute
shopping before we set sail for home." I still wondered why he hadn't
invited me to go along with him but I decided not to tell him about the two
boys at the beach.
"We should have gone together," he said.
"You didn't call and I didn't see you at breakfast or lunch so I
thought you wanted to be alone...maybe to sort things out, like you said."
"Sorry I crapped out on you at breakfast, but I ordered room
service," he said. "Did you buy anything?"
"As a matter of fact, I did," I said with a grin. "You need to stop
by my cabin; I bought something for you."
He blinked with surprise and a smile. "You did? You didn't have to
do that."
"I wanted to get you something to take back with you. Then
I went into another shop and saw some stuff I figured you had to have."
"Like what?"
"I'll show you." We both took a sip of beer and I glanced at
Tuck. "So, did you get things sorted out?"
"Yeah, I think so, for now."
"I was beginning to worry that maybe I pushed the envelope a little
too far. You've got enough to deal with, without me complicating things."
"Pushed my buttons was more like it," he said, laughing.
"Well, I'm glad you're okay with everything."
"I'm not okay yet, but I know I'll get there," he said with
confidence. Then he asked, "Are we moving?"
"Yes, we set sail about dinner time," I said.
"This thing is so damned big I can't tell when it's moving.
It's going to be a long sail back."
"It's a good time to enjoy the ship, without rushing around to
catch a tour," I said. "There's an ice show tonight. Do you want to go?"
"Yes, if I can still get a ticket."
"I got one for you, just in case," I said.
"Hey, that's great. Thanks."
I looked at my watch. "If we go now we can get good seats."
"I'll meet you there in a few minutes," Tuck said as we got up. He
went one way and I headed the other way toward the ice rink. I got us
front row seats. Tuck joined me about ten minutes later carrying a small
bag which he put in the seat between his legs. While we were waiting for
the ice show to begin I showed Tuck the pictures. He went through them
slowly studying each one, no doubt with great self pride. Then he gasped
and his eyes popped open when he saw the last ones of him with his hardon.
"Geezusss! I didn't know anybody was taking pictures of me like
that!" he said, holding the pictures in close where no one around us could
see them. "They were supposed to ask permission."
"The man apologized for that but he said nothing so beautiful
should demand permission to photograph it. I told him you wouldn't mind.
Do you?"
"No, I...I guess not," he said.
"Of course you don't," I said, elbowing him in the side.
"Are these mine to keep?" he asked.
"Yes, with his compliments. He's getting copies for me," I said.
He tucked them in his pocket just as the lights were dimmed. The
ice show was superb. Besides being professional two of the male skaters
were drop dead cute. I think they thought Tuck was, too, and maybe
me. Every time they did their stops at the end of the rink they were right
in front of us and making eye contact with incredible smiles.
I nudged Tuck and said, jokingly, "I think he likes you."
"I wish he wouldn't like me so openly," he whispered.
"Next time he stops in front of us, get his cabin number," he joked.
I presumed he was joking and when the show was over we left the
auditorium without speaking of it again. We strolled down the promenade
and stopped for ice cream then headed up to my cabin. I invited him in to
give him the stuff I'd bought for him. I gave him the carved wooden horse
wrapped up in the beach towel.
"This is really nice. Thank you," he said with great emotion.
"The beach towel is yours, too."
He whistled at the babe on the beach towel and spread it out on the
bed to look at it. "Thanks. You shouldn't have done this."
"Oh, that's not all," I said. I gave him the red bikini swimsuit.
"Wow! That is red!" he exclaimed.
"And you're going to look great in it." I said. "You have to
promise you'll wear it at the pool." Then I gave him the burgundy silk
thong with the zipper. "And I DARE you to wear this."
He held it up. "I don't think I'll fit in it," he said,
laughing.
"You're not supposed to fit in it. Your butt is supposed to be out
of it, and the front stretches to fit."
"There's going to be a lot more than my butt out of it if that
zipper doesn't hold. But okay, I'll wear it."
"You will?"
"Sure. Hell, I've seen women wearing `em, I figure I can."
"You'll look as good or better than some of them," I said. I gave
him the white briefs. "These are just something you can wear around your
cabin. Or mine, as the case may be," I added with a chuckle
"These are nice. But you really shouldn't have done all this," he
said holding the briefs up to his middle.
"I enjoy buying things for people," I said with a shrug.
"Well, it just so happens, I bought something for you," he said.
"Is that what you went back for? You didn't have to do that just
because I bought you something," I said.
"I didn't just go back for it. I was on my way to the shop when I
saw you on the promenade." He took a small box out of the bag and handed
it to me. It was a jewelry box. I held my breath as I opened it. I hated
surprises anyway, and I was afraid this was going to be a bit more than a
surprise. It was a gold ID bracelet with my name engraved on it.
"Wow!" was all I could say.
"Check out the other side," he said.
I turned the ID band over to see `Panthers' engraved on the back. I
couldn't say anything for a moment and I couldn't look at him at first. I
was fighting to keep from welling up, but Tuck noticed.
"Don't get all sappy on me, now."
"All right. I'll simply say thank you. I will treasure it."
In a lull that followed, Tuck started to roll the wooden horse up
in the beach towel as if he were getting ready to leave. Quickly, I called
upon my courage.
"Look...do you want to spend the night?" I asked in a husky
vice. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to," I added
quickly. "We can just talk, or whatever you want to do."
"I would like that but after all that's happened, I don't think
I'll be able to spend the night just talking," he said.
"That's okay too, whatever you want to do," I said.
Without a word, Tuck laid his stuff on the sofa, indicating that he
was staying. I stepped over and turned down the bed and we both began
undressing as if on cue.
"Do you want me to put the white briefs on?" he asked.
"Yes. I want you to model everything, but the white briefs for
now."
When he was naked he pulled them up his legs and let the waistband
smack against his hard abs. He shoved his hand down inside to arrange his
manhood then hefted the pouch so it set just right.
"I knew you would look like that in them."
He did something, then, that touched me deeply. Such a simple
thing. He unwrapped the wooden carving and set it on the beside stand.
"I want this setting out while we're together to watch over
us. That way I've got something to take back and share my secrets with."
He smiled as he crawled into the bed. I was more than surprised when he
stretched his left arm out across the bed as a pillow for me. We didn't
snuggle, but our bodies touched and he held me in his muscular arm. I think
he felt a little awkward. I looked down the slope of his abs to the mound
of his manhood.
"I love the way you fill those out," I said. "You looked great in
that loin cloth, too," I added casually.
Tuck chuckled. "I would've felt like a fool if you hadn't been
there, wearing one with me."
"Trust me, you couldn't look like fool in anything you put on, even
if you tried. I want to take some pictures before we dock. Some of you in
the loin cloth and in the stuff I bought for you...maybe some nudes if you
don't mind."
"Yeah, I was thinking I want some pictures of you, too," he said.
I was somehow surprised. He never said whether he wanted nudes of
me. There was another quiet lull but neither of us was uncomfortable with
it. It seemed natural that we lay together, even though I knew it would
have been unthinkable for Tuck a few short days ago. I lay my hand on his
stomach and trailed my fingers up and down his hard muscles. His abs felt
like a breastplate of amour. I moved my hand ever higher, to his pecs and
his tits; then lower, to his shorts.
"You know, I've really grown to like you," he said in a husky tone.
"I just wish..." He let his voice trail off.
"You don't have to say it," I said quietly.
"I wish I could reciprocate in some way, but I can't. I'm sorry,
I'm just not built that way."
"No need to be sorry. You do reciprocate, you just don't realize
it."
"I didn't do anything, much."
"Oh, but you did. More than you know, by just being you."
"That doesn't take much effort," he scoffed.
"You have to be on this side of the fence to understand," I
said. "Your looks, you have a beautiful body and a beautiful cock. Trust
me, just allowing me to have all that is reciprocation for me."
"You're right, I don't understand, but if you say so."
I ran my hand lightly over the warm bulge of his shorts.
"You're gonna wake it up," Tuck warned
"Would that be so bad?" I asked as I raised up and leaned over his
middle. I almost choked with his beauty as I lowered my face to his briefs.
I put my open mouth over the bulge and breathed hot air over it and lapped
it with my tongue. When I had his shorts good and wet I mauled it with my
mouth, sucking his cock through the thin, wet material.
"Take it out," Tuck whispered anxiously. "Take it out and suck it."
"Do you wear a jockstrap when you work out?" I asked.
He raised his head with a frown. "Where the hell did that come
from? Yes, if course I wear a jockstrap, otherwise I would fall out of my
shorts."
"Can I have it?" I asked.
His scowl turned into a confused smile. "Yeah...sure, who not.
What're you going to do with it?"
"Keep it. It's a fetish of mine," I said. "You already think I'm
crazy so I'll tell you...I decorate a Christmas tree with jockstraps and
condoms."
"No shit."
"Yes, and yours is going to be at the top of the tree."
"New or used condoms?" he asked with a twinkle.
"Both. Single packets for color and used ones to drape over the
tree limbs."
"And the jock straps...are they a collection from guys you know?"
"Yeah. They're all just as I received them. None of them have
ever been washed," I said
He shook his head, laughing and we didn't speak any more. After
awhile we dozed off to sleep. We both came awake sometime in the night. My
watch said one o'clock.
"Are you awake," Tuck asked softly.
"Yes. You?"
"Who the fuck do you think is talking to you?" He reached
down for his cock and held it up, tall and hard. "We don't have much time
left; have you got anything else you wanta show me?" he asked.
"I think I can pull something out of the hat," I said.
"Will it surpass what you did earlier?"
"Probably."
"Geezuss, what is it? I can't wait."
"I need a shower first," I said.
"Yeah, me to."
I climbed out of bed to go to the bathroom. "You can join me if you
want to," I said.
"Naw, that's okay.
Maybe he had to cling to some remnant of his macho manhood by not
being in the shower with me. I appreciated that. But a couple of minutes
later he came into the bathroom and opened the shower door.
"Hell, why not? I've never showered with a guy before," he said as
he stepped inside and closed the door around us.
The shower wasn't big enough for two men but I didn't mind being
cramped in there with Tuck. I don't think Tuck minded either. He did seem
a little shy and awkward at first and I thought it odd that he kept his
back to me. I kept my back to him too, though, and I didn't mind his butt
rubbing against mine. When we were both wet, I turned around and took the
soap from him.
"I'll wash you back." He let me. He seemed to like it.
"I never had another guy wash my back before either."
"Am I doing okay?" I asked.
"It feels great."
I lathered the soap back and forth across his broad shoulders and
criss-crossed down his back. His taut bubble butt loomed just below.
"How far do you want me to wash?" I asked as I approached the
curvature of his butt. "I really ought to give this panther a good
shampooing." I was entertaining visions of sliding my soapy fingers between
the firm muscles to see how he might react.
"Well, I never had another guy wash my butt before, either."
"Do you want to be able to say you have?" I asked.
He laughed and drew his butt muscle taut as my hands slid over
them.
"Relax `em a little, so I can get my fingers between them."
"Just be careful how far you put your fingers," he said.
"I'm not stupid enough to try to push the envelope that far," I
said. I ran my soapy fingers up and down the crack of his butt, getting in
deep enough that I touched his hole. I went down on my haunches to wash his
legs. Face to face with his gorgeous butt I couldn't resist him. I wrapped
my arms around his muscular thighs and buried my face in his butt.
"OOhhhhh," he moaned softly. He bent over as far as he could in
the tight confines of the shower stall and I pulled his butt apart so I
could eat his ass. I tongued him till his legs were shaking.
"Do you do the front too," he asked, handing me the soap back to
me.
I stood up and turned him around to face me and began washing his
front. His shoulders first, then back and forth across his wide chest. I
rubbed the soap and my hands up and down his armor-plated abs and worked up
a great lather in the hair around his cock. I pulled on his thick, rubbery
cock with my soapy hands then went to my haunches again to wash his thighs.
While I was down there I soaped up his balls and ran my finger back between
his legs again, touching his asshole. His cock was rising fast.
"You should have put that panther around here. It would look great
crawling up this big cock," I said.
"Fuck, it gives me the cold jitters just thinking about that needle
poking in my cock," he said.
When the soap had all rinsed off I took his cock in my mouth.
"Awwwhhhh, Yeaaaahhhhhhh!" he moaned as he pumped his cock in and
out of my mouth.
It was a fulfillment of a life-long dream, to suck a guy's cock in
the shower. I only wished that we were in the shower at school and that I
had the rest of the team with him, waiting in line for my hungry mouth.
That was the real fantasy. I kept his butt soaped up so my fingers would
slide easily in the crevice that separated the two hard mounds. I rubbed
my fingertip back and forth over his asshole and he didn't tighten his butt
muscles to stop me. I tried to keep his attention focused on his cock,
using my tongue like a washcloth all around the head, while I pressed and
rubbed my finger harder against his hole. A little more pressure, and when
he didn't flinch, I eased my finger into his asshole. Not far, only up to
the first knuckle. He let out a little moan and seemed to relax his butt,
welcoming my finger. I massaged the inside rim of the thick sphincter
muscle and I felt him began to relax. I ventured deeper, shoving in past
the second knuckle. Past the powerful muscle clenching at my finger to draw
it into the soft folds of his insides. As he relaxed more I moved the tip
of my finger around inside his ass to make him moan again. I didn't wait
this time. I shoved my finger all the way up inside him.
"Aaahhhhh," he groaned.
I massaged the inside of his ass, very gently, and worked my finger
in and out of the tight hole. I felt his prostate and gently nudged it
with my fingertip. He winced but then relaxed with a gasping moan when I
began massaging his love nut.
"Ohhh...Ohhhh...Ohhh, Mannnn!" he cried softly as he began to
wriggle around on my hand and I was about to give him a second finger but
he reached down and grabbed my wrist to stop me. He brushed his hand along
the side of my face and locked his butt muscles hard around my hand. It
was a signal for me to stop.
I gave his cock a few more loving stokes as I slowly and gently
pulled my finger free, then I stood up. His cock lay between our bellies,
throbbing madly. I stepped out of the shower and handed him a towel.
"I'll meet you out on the balcony," I said. I quickly grabbed the
Anal-ease and the tube of lube and finished drying off on the balcony. I
applied the stuff just before Tuck came out, drying his hair.
"This is nice," he said as he gazed out at the moonlit sea. "Do
you suppose the moon always shines on the sea?"
"Well, it was no doubt scheduled to shine for your honeymoon, so
there it is. It doesn't know you're not here with your wife." After I said
it I wondered if I should have. But Tuck didn't seem to take offense.
He reached over and put his hand on my butt. "I never told you,
you've got a great ass."
"Thanks. Yours is good enough to eat," I joked, squeezing my butt
muscles against his fingers.
"Don't squeeze `em too tight," he said as he dug his fingers deep
enough that he felt the slickness. I relaxed and he moved around behind
me. "Oh...you're ready for me. Is it okay...out here, I mean?"
"It's okay with me. Who cares? If they're ballsy enough to lean
around the partition and look, they deserve what they see."
He moved up behind me with his fist around his cock and his other
hand pulling my butt apart. He aimed his cock, I felt the heat against my
asshole and we both applied pressure. I shoved back till I had him pinned
against the bulkhead then twisted my butt around on his cock.
"OHhhhhhhh...Ohhhm, Geezussss!" he groaned as his cock burst
through my hole and sank inside me.
Once he was in me it became a duel between us. He shoved forward
and fucked me against the railing. I rode back and forth on his big cock,
pushing him back against the bulkhead. If anyone came out onto the
balconies on the either side of us they could pretty much figure out what
was going on; that this guy in the next cabin was getting fucked in the
ass. I half wished someone would look around the partition and see us.
Suddenly the light came on in the balcony to our left and the light
shone through the frosted glass partition, causing us to be well
illuminated. Before Tuck could be spooked I jutted my hips back and pushed
him firmly against the bulkhead and twisted around, fucking him hard. I
wanted him to know it was okay, that I didn't give a damn if there was
somebody on the next balcony.
"Ohhhh...Ohhhh, fuck...Awwww, mannn, yeah, ride that big cock," he
groaned.
The guy on the left peered around the partition. He did a
double-take; his eyes popped open and his mouth dropped. "Ohhh. Excuse
me!" he muttered.
"It's okay," I said.
The guy paused for a second or two before he pulled his head back.
He got a good look.
"Did he see us?" Tuck asked.
"He probably went back for his camera," I said.
The guy peered around again and we made eye contact.
"It's okay to watch if you want to," I told him. I saw a lust in
his eyes; he was either wanting awfully bad to fuck or be fucked, I
couldn't tell which. After a couple of minutes he pulled back around his
partition.
Tuck was fucking me like a young stallion. Not brutal, but hard
and sure, leaving no doubt now who was in charge; the duel was over and he
had won. I hunkered over the railing and hung on to it. I liked it best
when he long-cocked me, pulling out to the head then giving me all ten
inches right up to the hairy hilt. He shoved so hard that his balls
slammed against mine. I couldn't remember being fucked so well.
"Ohh...Ohhhhh...Ohh, Geezuss...Aww, fuck,...ohh, do it stud...keep
fucking me...hard...don't stop!"
"You getting close?" he gasped.
"Yessss. Godd, don't stop, Tuck!"
I shot all over the glass shield on the balcony. I shot so hard it
felt like my balls were going to sucked right up through my cock. Tuck
followed close behind and shot off inside me. His hot come felt good,
bathing my insides. Our lust slowly died down and our legs were shaking.
"I should have pulled out and fed the fish," Tuck joked as I slowly
pulled off of his cock.
"Don't you dare waste it on the fish," I said.
We stumbled inside and dropped across the bed. We slept till
daybreak.
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