Date: Tue, 14 Sep 2004 15:03:22 EDT
From: Troy <troy161@hotmail.com>
Subject: Travelers (Part II)

This story is completely fiction and standard disclaimers apply.  This
story is intended for adults only.  It contains descriptions of sex between
an adult and a teenage boy as well as between two teenage boys.  If you are
under the age of 18, if this material is illegal in your place of
residence, or if man-boy or male-male relationships aren't your thing, then
exit now, don't read on.  Otherwise, I hope you like the story.  I welcome
any comments.  I would like to know my reading audience so tell me
something about yourself and what you liked, or disliked, about the story.

				  By Troy


"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.  I didn't know guys really
did that."
"I told you, I never leave a job unfinished," I said.  I loved his innocence.
"You certainly know how to finish the job," he said.
"I was still stroking his cock which still hadn't gone down. "The stupid
bitch," I muttered under my breath.
"What?"
"I was thinking out loud, what a stupid woman your fiance 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 kissed his balls. "I'm so damned sorry, Tuck."
"It's not your problem."
"Let it be," I said.
"Well, you solved part of the problem. It was great, the way you took my load,
" he said again after he'd straightened up.  "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."  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 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 swim suit
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.


Day Five - (Friday) --  Barbados

We hadn't made any plans together for the next 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 Friday night and all day Saturday and Saturday night at sea; too much
precious time to let go to waste.
I went on the island in the afternoon and took a cab downtown where I shopped
around for awhile.  On impulse I bought Tuck a beautiful wood caring of a
horse 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 Cactus 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, there was an envelope on my bed with the
pictures of us on the jungle safari, in the loin cloths.  They were great.  I couldn'
t wait to show them to 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.  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 ordered a beer and sat at one of the outside tables in front of the
Dog and Duck. 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 hour glass. 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 demand permission to photograph it,
" the 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.  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 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 pleased with the way he was acting, as if nothing had happened.  As he
approached me there was even 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?"
          "Just downtown to see if I needed to do any last minute shopping
before we set sail for home."
"We should have gone together," he said.
"You didn't call and I didn't see you at dinner so I thought you wanted to
be alone...maybe to sort things out, like you said."
"Sorry I crapped out on you for 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' 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 where no one around us could see them.
"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.  The skaters were very professional and two of the
males 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 swim suit.
"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 tomorrow."  Then I gave him the burgundy silk thong.  "
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
watch.  Stainless steel with a black leather band.
"It's a Kenneth Cole," he said.
"Yes."  That's all I could say for a moment and I couldn't look at him at
first. I fought 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," I added quickly. "We can just talk, or whatever you
want to do."
"I would like that but after what 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 shorts on the sofa and I turned down the bed.
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.  There was another quiet lull but neither of us was
uncomfortable with it.  It seemed natural that we lay together, even though I
know 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 breast plate 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."
"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, 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.
"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."
I tugged on his shorts and he raised up to let me pull them of. Then he
spread
his legs out wide like the first time and I crawled between them. He shoved
his cock upright for my mouth.
"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 concentrated 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 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 his butt up in
my hands. His legs fell wide then swung around over his body as I tilted him
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 s 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 see 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 tongue
in deep.
"AAAwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" 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 bed, 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 mattress 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
to grab a pillow to muffle his outcries.  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 threw the pillow aside and grabbed the edges of the
mattress.
"Ohh, Goddd...Ohhh,Geezussss...Awwww, mannn, you gotta stop...
you're gonna make me come!...OHhhh, stop...Goddd, Stop!  I can't breath...I'm
gonna come!!"
I purposely ignored him.  I kept devouring his ass and he grabbed the pillow
again 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 took the pillow away. He grabbed for it but
I tossed it on the floor and by that time he was too far gone to think of
anything except what was happening to him.
His asshole relaxed wide open and I drove my tongue in as deep as I could
reach.  It tightened around my tongue then relaxed 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.
"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
streaks of come all over his face.  I pulled his legs up and helped him 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 the bed.
When I returned from the bathroom 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 soda out of the refrigerator.  "Here, this'll clean your mouth out."
He swirled and gargled as he rushed out on the balcony to spit over the
railing.  Then he took another gulp and swallowed till he got rid of the
taste.
He handed me the can and fell back across the bed.
"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."  I was happy and relieved when he
put his arm out for me to lie down again. We lay there for a long time, quiet,
satisfied and content.  I couldn't remember being so happy.  I wondered if he
would still spend the rest of the night.
"Geezuss, that drained me. We're gonna have to order room service in the
morning," he said.
"Does that mean you're still spending the night?" I asked.
"Unless you're kicking me out, and if you do, you'll have to carry me up to
my cabin.  I can't walk."
We lay there, languishing in the quiet aftermath with my head cradled in
    Tuck's arm.  Oddly, he was 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 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 only joking, though, for he was soon rubbing his fingertips around my tits
again.
"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 all just as I received them.  They've never 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.  "You got anything else you wanta
show me?"
          "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 think I've still got come crusted on my face."
I climbed out of bed to go to the bathroom. "You can join me if you want to,"
 I said.
"Naw, I don't think so."
Maybe he had to cling to some remnant of his macho manhood by not being the
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 was barely 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?" 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 plate 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 jitters just thinking about that needle poking in my
cock," he said.
When the soap had all rinsed off I took it 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 wash cloth
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.  He
really moaned this time.  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.
"You said you were going to pull something else out of the hat to show me,"
he said as he 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 moon-lit 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.
"Being naked out on the balcony...is that what you were going to show me?"
he asked.
He was anxious.  "It's a start," I said.
"Should I guess where it might be heading?"
"You have no idea?" I asked.
 "Well,  I've been going down the list in my head, and other than what you
started in the shower..."
          "What list?" I asked.
"A list of what all there could possibly be left that you could show me.  And
there's only one thing left...that I would do."
"And what would that be?"
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."
"Is this what you were gong to show me?" he asked as he fingered my ass like
I'd done him.
"Yes, but it looks like you've discovered it for yourself."
"Well, I sort of got the idea from what you were doing to me in the shower. I
don't understand how your finger in my ass could feel so good, though," 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 supposed to have them, how come my finger felt so good? How
come your finger feels so good?" I asked.
He didn't have an answer.  Or if he did, it was with his cock.  I felt the
heat of his cock against my butt.
"Is my cock going to feel even better than my finger?' he asked as he rubbed
his slick fingers over the head of his cock and pried my butt apart with it.
"Aww, you can't imagine."
"Is it going to hurt?  It seems like it would, I mean, something the size of
my cock."
"Nothing I can't handle," I replied bravely.  I braced myself.  He was
pushing intensely and I was trying to open my ass for him.  It was going to hurt
despite the Anal-ease.  His thick, ass-buster cock was gong to pry me apart and
stretch my ass unmercifully and it was going to go deep.  Suddenly the head
popped through my asshole. I gripped the railing and held my cry to a gasp and
held my breath in anticipation of what was yet to come; being impaled on his
huge cock.  Tuck was so gentle and considerate.  He waited a moment to let me
get used to it then began easing his cock into me.  Part way in, I was wanting
it all; he was being too easy. I shoved my ass back on his cock till my butt
was smashed against his loins.
"AAwwwwhhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned softly as my asshole devoured his manhood.
 I shoved back till I had him pinned against the bulkhead then twisted my
butt around on his cock.
"OHhhhhhhh...Ohhhm, Geezussss!"  he groaned.
Once he was in me it became a dual 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 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 fucked him hard.  I wanted him to know it was okay, that I didn't give a
dam 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 dual 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.


Day Six (Saturday and Sat. Night) -- At Sea

Tuck stretched and sat up in bed and looked around, bewildered at first.  "
Oh, I guess I'm in your cabin," he muttered.
"Did you want to go eat or order room service?"
"I think they're going to have to bring my breakfast to me," he said. "
Besides, I don't want to get dressed till I have to."  He reached for the service
menu.
"You can order for both of us," I said. "I'm going to hit the shower."  I
wanted to be clean and ready again for any eventuality.
"Okay, but do I order for one or two?  I mean, do you want to wait till they
deliver room service or should I haul your breakfast in to you now?"
"This is not subtle," I said, laughing. I was delighted that he was so
casual and at ease with the situation.
He came in and we showered together again and I went down on him but didn't
finish him off.  Neither of us were dressed when room service arrived and Tuck
didn't make any bones about answering the door naked.  The young, dark-skinned
kid blinked and his mouth dropped before he quickly composed himself to put
on his professional demeanor.  He tried not to look at Tuck...tried not to
notice me in the background, but his eyes were darting from one of us to the other.
 I couldn't tell whether it was hunger in his eyes or simply surprise and
disbelief.
When Tuck handed the boy his ship card, he waved it aside.  "It's taken care
of," he said.
"By who?"
"The cabin next door.  They called down and said if you ordered room
service to put it on their bill."
We ate breakfast, naked, out on the balcony.  The guy on the left, apparently
waiting for us to appear, leaned around the partition.
"Hey, thanks for breakfast," I said, waving a piece of toast at him.
"A small price to pay," he said.  "That was awesome last night." Our eyes
met for a moment and I was sure I saw longing desire again in his eyes.  He was
wanting to be invited over, or to invite us to his cabin.  But I didn't want
to be the one to mention it, and besides, Tuck and I didn't have all that much
time left together.
Tuck's cock never quiet went down from the shower and by the time he'd
finished eating it was standing straight up from between his legs, the head smashed
against the under side of the glass table.
"You feed it and it grows bigger and stronger," I remarked.
He gave it a squeeze and moved his hand up and down the shaft a couple of
times. "You said you never start anything you don't finish," reminded me. "But
look at this."  He squeezed his cock hard, making the head turn purple.
"I thought that was my breakfast I was having in the shower," I said.
"But you didn't finish it," he said.  "Anyway, that was only an appetizer.
The main course is still waiting.  And I'm sure your mother taught you to
clean out plate and not to waste food."
"Are you saying I would make my mother proud if I finished eating your cock?"
"Proud as punch," he said.
We both had a good laugh but there were serious overtones.  Tuck was serious
about what he wanted and I was anxious to give it to him.
"Do you want to continue what we were doing last night out here? Except in
bed?"
"Sounds like a plan."
There were no inhibitions, no pretenses now.  Tuck went in and stretched out
on the bed on his side, waiting for me.  I lubed up and joined him. Oddly, he
reached out and rubbed the horse carving
"Is that for good luck?" I asked.
"Just showing my appreciation to the stallion gods.  Hey, I didn't ask if
you had a condom you wanted me to use."
"I've got 'em if you want to use one," I said.
"I like it bareback, but you said you decorate a Christmas tree with condoms,
so if you want me to use one..."
"No, bareback is fine.  Do you want me on my stomach or on my back?"
"Either way, or both.  Let's start on your stomach.  I wanta feel your butt
muscles in my hands and watch my cock disappear between your buns."
He was great in that position.  He arched his body up over me and plunged his
cock into me like a pile driver.  Then he knelt back on his knees and fucked
me straight in. We were both moaning so loud I half expected the guy next door
to lean way out over the partition and fall into the sea.
"On your back now?"  he asked after awhile.
Tuck pulled out and I rolled over onto my back. He lifted my legs onto his
shoulders.  "You've done this before," I quipped.
"This position is pretty standard.  It's just the plumbing that's different,
in this case," he said.
He went in deeper from the front with my butt spread wide and it took me a
moment to adjust to the position and get used to his great length.  He went so
deep. He was good. He knew how to fuck.
"This is unbelievable. I'm supposed to be here with my wife and here I am
fucking another guy," he said.
"You weren't a virgin, were you?" I asked.
"No, not by a long shot and about five years, but no woman ever felt this
good."  Then he added,  "I hope that was a compliment.  I meant it to be."
"It was," I said.
"I didn't know how you feel about being compared to a woman."
"It's only natural that you would make the comparison.  You compared the
women against each other, didn't you, and against your fist?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to spend the night again tonight?" I asked.
"Definitely, yes."
"Don't come in me, okay?"
"Why?  I did last night."
"I want to see it.  I want to see you shoot."
"You remember the mess I made on myself."
"Yeah, but I was busy and didn't get to see it happen.  I want you to make a
mess like that again."
"Godd, this feels so good," he whispered as he slid his big cock in and out
of my ass.  "You're so hot in there and tight and alive.  No woman's pussy
ever felt so alive.  I hope you like what I'm doing...shit, no woman ever took
me so easily."
I had to laugh, he was so naive.
"What's funny?" he asked.
"You don't get it, do you? You keep selling yourself short.  Guys would kill
to be where I am right now, under a muscular, very hung and handsome guy like
you.  That counts as much as what you do and how you do it," I told him.
"I just hope I'm doing it right...you know, fucking a guy...I never did it
before, till you."
"Trust me, you're doing everything right," I assured him.  "It's not that
much different."
"Oh yes it is," he declared emphatically.  "On top of how it feels, there's
a lot of stuff in there to maneuver around."
"You're finding your way quite nicely," I said.
He fucked me with an easy, steady rhythm.  I wouldn't have cared if he
pounded me with is big cock, skewered me on it, fucked my like a jack hammer, or
hard as a pile driver but the way he was doing it felt wonderful.  Every thrust,
all the way in and all the way out was an awesome experience in itself.
"If it wasn't so good I could fuck you all night," he said. "But I feel
like I'm about to come with every stroke."
"You have my permission and you're the one who's making it so good."
Tuck let himself loose control. He was so into what he was doing, the
pleasure was so intense that he couldn't bring himself to pull out at the crucial
moment.  Instead he buried his cock deep and blasted my insides with another load
of hot come. He choked and gasped through his climax and it was a moment
before he found his voice.
"Fuck, I'm sorry," he apologized.
"Don't worry, I won't get pregnant," I joked.
"You didn't want me to come in you.  But I couldn't pull out.  I just couldn'
t do it.  I don't think wild horses could've pulled me out of your sweet ass.
"
"Don't worry about it.  It wasn't our last time.  Was it?"
"Oh, I hope not.  Not if I have anything to say about it."
We lay for a long time with Tuck's cock buried inside me, my asshole
clenching lovingly around his dick.
"Godd, it's so awesome, what you do to my cock with your asshole."
"I can't help it.  My asshole won't settle down."
Once exposed to man-to-man sex, and with a little experience, Tuck was nearly
insatiable.  We rested barely ten minutes before he wanted to go again, and
during the time in between, his cock never went down.  He lasted a lot longer
the second time and I thought he was never gong to get his rocks off. Not that
I minded; I'd just never had anybody fuck me that long before and he was
driving me nuts. I felt like I was constantly on the edge, about to come but couldn'
t. It was such a wonderful agony.
Suddenly the cabin door opened.  We had forgotten to slip the Do-Not- Disturb
card in the door. It was Paco.  I didn't think Tuck even heard the door open.
 Paco's eyes were wide and his mouth was open and I saw him run his tongue
over his lips that had curled into a grin.  Tuck saw me looking toward the door
and turned his head to see Paco.
He was startled but recovered quickly.  "Hi," he said without missing a
stroke.
"Hello," Paco said.  "I'm sorry...I'll come back...if you want me to."
"Come back, stay and watch, we don't care," Tuck said.  "Do we?"
"No," I said.
I was shocked at his casual attitude.  I really didn't care either but I was
surprised that Tuck didn't' care about being caught fucking another guy, or
that he minded the boy staying.
"I can't stay," Paco said.  "I would like to but I'm on duty."  He stood
there gaping at us for a moment then backed out of the cabin and closed the
door.
"Well, we gave him a thrill," Tuck said.
"Yeah."  If Tuck only knew what would've been in store for us if Paco had
been able stay.
He fucked me for more than an hour that time, in every position I knew, that
proved he was no virgin. He had me tilted up, bent in two when he was ready to
come.
"You want me to pull out and shoot it on you this time?" he asked.
"Yes, if you can manage to pull out this time."
"I promise I won't loose control," he said. "Shut your eyes and close your
mouth because I'm getting close.  Geezus, I'm getting so close and it's gonna
be a dam-buster, I can feel it."
I didn't shut my eyes and I didn't close my mouth.  The whole point was, I
wanted to see it, and I opened my mouth wider for a better target.
"You want me to see if I can hit your mouth?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Open real wide, then, give me a target."
Again, he shot off like a young stallion.  The stuff shot out of his cock and
sailed up over me, hitting the wall above my head.  Another hit the headboard
and the next hit me in the face, slid across my forehead into my hair.  I
kept my mouth open, waiting for him to reduce his range.  The next one landed
squarely over my open mouth, the thick rope sagging into my mouth and I captured
it with my tongue and sucked it in.
"Aww, Geezuss, that is sexy as hell!"  Tuck exclaimed as he raised up over
me to aim his cock more closely to my mouth. He nearly drowned me with the rest
of his load, most of it in my mouth and the rest all over my face.  I was
drenched with the stuff and it was wonderful.  Tuck let my legs down and sat
astraddle my chest to let me suck the rest of his come out of his cock. I ate it
hungrily.
"I'll get you a wet towel," he said, backing off the bed.
I held his load of come in my mouth and didn't swallow it till Tuck returned.
 I wanted him to see how much I cherished his manly nectar.
"You still got it in your mouth?" he asked, surprised.  "Here, you need the
towel?"
I nodded then swallowed.  He watched, wide-eyed as I gulped it down and
licked my lips.
"Awesome!" he said. "I still don't see how you do it, though. I think it
tastes awful."
Tuck went back in the bathroom to get another towel to clean the come off the
headboard and the wall.
"Leave some," I said.
"The kid's going to shit if he finds come all over the wall."
"Leave it.  I want him to find it," I said.
By the time we showered again it was time for lunch.  After lunch in the
Windjammer we went back to change into our swim suits to lay out on deck.
"Are you going to wear the burgundy thong this time?" I asked as a dare.
"Sure, if you want me to."  He dug it out of the bag and put it on.  The
rounded pouch was so stuffed full of his man meat that it stuck out in a huge
bulge and hung low and heavy from the weight.
"That zipper is like an engraved invitation," I said.
"I wish I'd had this to wear at the nude beach," he said.  "It would've
been fun to see if anyone had the nerve to unzip it."
"Are you kidding?  They asked for close-ups of your cock and asked you to
turn over so they could take pictures of your butt.  They wouldn't have hesitated
to unzip your thong, if you'd let them."
 His bare butt was gorgeous sticking out from the tiny strap that went down
between his butt muscles and it looked like the panther was clawing at the
material.
"I'd better wear a towel to the pool or they're liable to put me off the
ship."
We found a place on a small deck above the main pool that faced the rear of
the ship.  There were a few other people there but it wasn't as crowded as
around the larger pool.  We arranged our deck chairs at a close but respectable
distance from each other. Tuck looked all around as he undid the knot of his
towel.   He looked at me with a hesitant grin and I wondered if he would have the
nerve to take the towel off.  I shouldn't have wondered.  This was the guy
who had kept right on fucking me when Paco came into the cabin.  This was the
guy who fucked me while the guy next door watched around the partition.  What
was a little thing like taking off a towel and exposing his gorgeous butt?
He took off the towel and spread it over the lounge chair.  I saw a couple of
women get a look at his butt and their eyes popped open.  Tuck stretched out
on his back and flung his legs out wide.  He squirted lotion on his chest and
belly and his legs and rubbed it in.  The lotion made his muscles glisten
beautifully in the hot sun.  Lying down made the pouch of his suit bulge up even
more. He reached down to adjust the mound of flesh and push it down but the
stretch material made it bounce right back up again, like it was on springs.   He
tried again.
"Don't bother, it's hopeless," I told him.
It looked like there was an anaconda curled up inside the suit.  And he was
right, the zipper made it look all the more inviting.  Tuck put his baseball
cap over his face to block out the sun.  I didn't cover my eyes with anything
but my sun glasses.  I wanted to see Tuck lying there in all his mostly naked
muscular glory being ogled by everyone who saw him.  I wanted to watch people's
reaction to his incredibly sensual, manly beauty.
I wished I had my camera to record the many expressions on peoples' faces as
they walked by.  From scorn...a few...to shock, to mild surprise to what-the-
hell to tittering laugher, to finger pointing, to mouths dropping and even
drooling. Under his cap, Tuck was oblivious to it all. Once, just as a couple of
girls were walking by very slow, taking in the sight, Tuck reached down
nonchalantly and pushed the bulge down and it sprang back up defiantly again, like a
catapult with it's cargo secure. The two girls looked at each other in shock
and looked over their shoulders as they moved slowly past us.
A young guy came up and paused at the foot of Tuck's lounge chair and ogled
him openly.  He glanced at me and I gave him a look back that told him Tuck was
taken.  One of the skaters came by and recognized him.
"Hi, I remember you from the ice show. You and your friend, front row.  Is he
asleep?"  he asked, wide eyed, with an appreciative smile.
"I think so; do you want me to wake him up?"
          "No, no, let him sleep, I, uh...I just stopped by to say hello...and
to look," he added with a smile as he his eyes raked over Tuck's muscular
body.
"He wouldn't mind you looking," I told the skater.
"Would he mind if I took a picture of him?"
          "No, I'm sure he wouldn't."
"I've got to have a picture of this," ogling Tuck's butt before he rushed
off.  "I'll be right back with my camera," he said excitedly.
Tuck slowly lifted the baseball cap and looked at me as the boy rushed off. "
Thanks a lot for starting that again," he drawled.
"Come on, you know you don't care if he takes your picture," I scoffed.
"Yeah, but I gotta lie here and get roasted in front till he gets back before
I can turn over," Tuck said, laughing.
"When he comes back and takes you picture, you can turn over and let him get
a shot from the rear," I said.  "I wish I'd brought my camera to get pictures
of people looking at you."
Tuck covered his face again.  A few minutes later the skater came back with
his camera. He took several pictures from the front.
"I'll have these developed and give him copies if you want to give me your
cabin number," he said.
"Eight six, twenty two," I said.  I wanted the boy to see Tuck's butt.  I
shook him gently by the shoulder.  "Hey, you need to turn over," I said in a
quiet voice.
Tuck took his cue and turned over on his stomach. The skater quickly hid his
camera behind his back.  Sleepily Tuck laid his head on his arms and covered
his face with his cap.  I nearly laughed...I did smile, when the skater saw him
from the rear.
"Oh, My!" he exclaimed softly and raised his camera gain.  "Whew!  I've got
to have pictures of that!  That is so sexy, the way that panther looks like
its ready to climb right up inside the thong."
The boy was panting and drooling as he walked off.  Tuck really drew
attention lying on his stomach.  I couldn't tear my eyes away from him myself.  He had
the most gorgeous, perfect butt I'd ever seen on a guy.  It stood up like two
soccer balls. I had to smile inside as people slowed going by to ogle his
smooth, bubble butt with the panther, thinking how I would like to tell them that
his butt tasted as good as it looked.
"Hey, do you want me to put lotion on your back?" I asked.
"If you don't mind," he said.
"Mind?  You've got to be kidding," I said.
I squeezed some lotion on his back and began rubbing it across his broad
shoulders and down his back to his waist.  I stopped to squeeze more lotion in my
hand.  I didn't know if I should do it right there in public, but it was too
much to resist. I didn't care what people might think.  I rubbed the lotion all
over his tight, round butt muscles and down the back of his thighs.
Apparently, Tuck didn't care what people thought either. I got some real strange looks
from people walking by.
When the sun got too hot Tuck decided to go into the pool to cool off.  He
didn't bother putting the towel around himself to go down to the pool. I walked
beside him but back just enough that I could see the sexy rise and fall and
clenching and flexing of his bare ass gleaming in the sunlight. Several times I
glanced around to see people's reactions.
"My Godd, would you look at that butt!" one woman whispered to her friend,
loud enough that we could hear.
"Whew!  Nice butt!" another girl said in a bold, loud voice.
"Oh, My!  Did you see the front of his suit!" another exclaimed.
"Ohh...Oh my goodness!  Ohh, and wouldn't you know it, my husband came along
this time," one woman lamented.
Tuck was the center of attention again at the pool.  He knew it and he was
enjoying it.  He was so sexy, I was half afraid a ships officer might come by
and tell him he had to put something else on. He went for a swim.  He got even
sexier when he got out of the pool. The wet silk suit clung to the shape of him
and you could see the outline of his cock, almost every vein if you looked
close enough. And the zipper showed more vividly, gleaming in the sunlight, with
the material wet. We found two more lounge chairs closer to the pool and
stretched out for our suits to dry.  A server came by with two drinks.
"We didn't order those and we don't have our ships cards," I said.
"It's taken care of.  From an admirer," he added with a bright smile.
We took the drinks and looked all around to see if we could locate who might
have ordered them for us.  There were dozens, maybe hundreds of people around
the pool and most of them were looking at Tuck.
"Oh, well, enjoy," Tuck sad as he raised the glass in a salute to no one in
particular.
After we were dried off Tuck got back in the pool again to cool off before we
went back up to my cabin.  Or maybe he just wanted to show off and get his
suit wet again.  He was becoming quite the bold show-off.  Wet, the pouch of his
suit bounced when he walked and I thought he might get attacked before we got
to the elevators.
"I think we're supposed to wear something when we leave the pool...like a
towel," I said as the elevator doors opened.
A dozen pairs of eyes suddenly glued to Tuck's near naked body with his
manhood so prominent behind the zippered burgundy and I thought they looked kind of
sad when he closed the towel around himself.
One woman was looking at him quite openly. "You don't have to put that on on
my account," she said.
"Marci!" her friend exclaimed.
"Hey, we're on vacation and remember what you said; we won't ever see
any of these people again," the woman said.
Tuck and I had turned around to face the closing door.
"Ohh, Damnn!"  the woman exclaimed behind us.  Then much to everyone's
surprise, she grabbed Tuck's towel.  "You are NOT putting that towel on, stud,"
she said emphatically.
Everyone was getting a big laugh out of it which only goaded the woman on.
Tuck was getting embarrassed.  He reached and fumbled for the towel but she
kept it away from him.
          "I'll give your towel back if you let me feel your buns," she said.
          Everyone roared.
Tuck was really getting embarrassed and I was afraid he might get mad.  He
was still trying to get his towel but she was keeping it away from him.  It was
almost turning into a wrestling match.  Finally, she let him have it, and as
he reached for it she grabbed his butt.  Tuck jumped but then let her feel.
"Marie, you've got to feel this!...Godd, he's got the hardest, tightest
butt I've ever seen!  God if only my husband looked like you, I would never let
him out of my sight.  Certainly wouldn't come on a cruise without him."
His face was a little red but by now Tuck was eating it up.  The elevator
came to a gentle halt at the fifth deck. Her friend, Marie, excused herself and
started to get off when her friend grabbed and pulled back.  "What deck are you
on, stud, I'm riding up with you," she asked Tuck.
As the elevator rushed up to deck eight Tuck did the damnedest thing.
"You said your husband's not with you?" he asked the woman.
"No, he's a stick-in-the-mud, he didn't want to come."
He grabbed the woman and pressed himself against her like a stripper and
kissed her!  She squealed with surprise and whimpered with delight.  Her hands
were all over his muscles, squeezing his butt and one hand went down between
them.  I didn't know if she got a feel of his manhood or not.  I think she did,
the way she squealed again.  Tuck broke away with a sly grin.
"Oh, my Godd... Oh, my Godd... Oh, my Godd..." the woman gasped, fanning
herself.
The elevator stopped and we got off.  The people waiting to get on stood
there, aghast at what they saw before Tuck managed to get the towel around his
waist.
Geezzuss, you dam near caused a riot," I said as Tuck and I walked to my
cabin.
"Yeah, it almost got out of hand."
"Almost?  She was feeling you up right in the elevator."
"Yeah, shit, if there'd been a ship's officer around we would both be thrown
off the ship at the next port."
We showered again and Tuck invited me by his actions to go down on him again,
which I gladly did.  Or I started.  We barely had the water turned on when
there was a knock at the door.
"Probably that woman," I said as I went to answer the door.
 It was the skater.  He smiled with appreciation at me standing there
dripping wet.  His eyes raked boldly up and down my body
"We were just taking a shower," I said.
"Oh, damn, and I don't have my towel or my camera," he said.
"I don't know if he would agree to any more pictures anyway," I said.  I
felt like I was running interference for a celebrity.
"I've got the pictures," he said, holding up an envelope. "I'll lay them
here on the arm of the sofa," he said, eyeing me again. "You said we...you're
showering together?"
"Yes."
"Oh...you lucky bastard.  Is there room for three?"
"I could ask him."
"Oh, please do!  He is the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. I can only
imagine what he looks like in the shower."
I wasn't sure how Tuck was going to like having the privacy of his shower
invaded but the skater sounded so desperate.  I stuck my head in the door.  "Hey,
Tuck, you have an admirer here who wants to join you in the shower," I called
out.
"Send her in!"
I looked at the skater.  He was breathlessly stunned with excitement.
"Just a minute," I said. "I believe he thinks I'm kidding, or he thinks it'
s a woman he met earlier."
 I stepped into the bathroom and cracked the shower door.  "Uhh...I wasn't
kidding, Tuck.  There actually is someone out here but it's not that woman.  It'
s one of the skaters, and he's about to piss his pants, he's so excited about
seeing you in the shower."
"Hell, send him in," he said.
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah.  Send him in."
"You are getting to be a real show of," I said.
"Hey, my fiance didn't appreciate what I've got to offer, why not show it off
to someone who does?"
          I left the shower doors open.
"What if he wants to get in the shower with you?  Is that okay?"
          "It's okay with me if it'll give him a thrill," Tuck said.
"Okay, but you know its not going to stop with a shower," I said as a
warning.
He shrugged.
"Dam, you are going to make him the happiest man on board this ship." I
opened the bathroom door and motioned the kid to come in.  It was crowded in the
tiny bathroom but I wasn't leaving.  The boy's eyes popped and he practically
drooled when he saw Tuck naked.
"Hi," Tuck greeted him.
"Hello. HELLO!"
"Hey, that was a good performance you guys put on the other night," Tuck
said.
"Thanks."  The boy's voice was just above a whisper.
"Are you a professional skater?"  Tuck asked.
          "No...n-no, but I was good enough to land this job," he said.
"Had your shower?"
I thought the boy was going to faint.
"Y-yeah...er, uh, no...no, I haven't."
"Come on in if you want to."
The young skater practically tore his clothes off. He was built muscular and
slim and smooth and nicely tanned all over.  I could tell that Tuck
appreciated the boy's body. He stepped back to make room for him. From the backside, I
could have guessed from the boy's tight butt that he was a skater.
"Do you want to make it three?"  Tuck asked me.
"No, that's okay, there's not room," I said with a smile.  "I'll just
watch." I wanted to see how far this was going to go.  There was no way, I
thought, that the cute skater was going to leave that shower without going down on
Tuck, and maybe more.  It remained only to see how he worked around to it.
I guess I wasn't surprised that Tuck blatantly encouraged him.  "Hey, you
wanta wash my back for me?" he asked, handing him the soap.
The kid's hands shook as he took the soap and began soaping up Tuck's back.
His cock was also rising, fast.
"Oh, I love your tattoo," he said. Not surprisingly, in his excitement, he
dropped the soap.  I really didn't think he did it on purpose; he was just
nervous.
"Dam," he whispered as he bent down to retrieve it.
"Not a smart thing to do," Tuck joked.
The skater straightened, red-faced and began soaping up Tuck's back again.
Before he was finished, his cock was standing straight out about eight
respectable inches.
"I'm sorry," the boy mumbled when his cock accidentally touched Tuck's hip.
"Nothing to apologize for, I get `em all the time," Tuck said.
The kid dropped the soap again. Even the second time I believed it was
accidental.
"That's twice," Tuck said, laughing.
Emboldened by Tuck's attitude, the skater didn't stop with Tuck's back,
which was exactly what I knew Tuck expected.  He moved on down to his butt and
squatted down to wash his thighs.  I well knew the thrill of being down there in
that position, and my heart was beating hard with anticipation of what I knew
was going to happen.  Tuck wasn't at all shy about turning around while the
boy was down on his haunches.  His big cock hung out, only half hard but already
huge, and growing harder by the second.
"OHH, My Godd!" the skater gasped.
Tuck stood with his feet set apart and his hands on his hips with his hips
jutted out in bold offering.  The skater's hands shook as he reached up for Tuck
's cock. He glanced at me just before he slipped his mouth around it.
"Aww, Yeahhh," Tuck groaned with appreciation.
The skater was quickly swept up in sensual bliss of sucking Tuck's huge cock.
 His own cock stood up between his legs, bucking and throbbing violently.
The kid kept hold of Tuck's cock with one hand and began jacking himself with
the other. I almost asked if they wanted to go in on the bed but it was too
beautifully sensual to interrupt.  I was surprised that I didn't feel even a
twinge of jealousy over the young skater.  I had no right to, of course, and what
made Tuck happy made me happy and it was enough pleasure for me to stand there
and watch the boy struggling with Tuck's cock.  I was hoping, though, that one
of them didn't last long.  I guess there was that little bit of jealousy in
that I wanted it to be over.
          The skater went off first.  He just got too excited and out of
control with his own hand and before long he was moaning and whimpering around Tuck
's cock and spurting great streams of come between Tuck's legs. He let go
with a load that I bet he hadn't shot off in a long time.
"After a moment he let Tuck's cock go and leaned back against the side of
the shower, gasping.  "I'm sorry...about...the short...fuse," he gasped.
"It's okay," Tuck said as he helped the boy to his feet.
"You just made me so excited. I don't think I've ever been so excited," the
skater said.
"I'm glad I could have that effect on you," Tuck said.  "You had quiet an
effect one me as well,"  he said, squeezing his own cock.
"I can finish you off if you want me to," the boy said.
"No, you don't have to," Tuck said.  "This was all about you, not me."
I didn't want the skater to feel obligated to finish him off.  I quickly
handed him a towel and he stumbled out of the shower and wrapped it around him.
"Thanks, guys...you too, for letting me in," he said to me.
"Hey, he doesn't have my name tattooed on his butt," I said.
When the boy was gone I stepped back in the bathroom. "He's going to have
wet dreams for a month," I said.
"So am I if you don't haul your tight ass in here and take care of this for
me," Tuck said, waving his cock at me.
"Why didn't you let him finish you off?" I asked as I stepped into the
shower and knelt down to finish what the skater had started.
"I thought you would want to do it."
It was pure sex, nothing else.  Tuck didn't try to hold off and I didn't
want him to. He wanted to get rid of his load and I wanted it.
"After we rest up, do you want to go down and shoot some hoop before dinner?"
 he asked as we were drying off.
"Yeah, if you think we're gong to get any rest." I joked.
"I need to recuperate," he said.
Tuck made it a point to lie on his side of the bed without touching me.  We
dozed off for an hour or so. I awoke, delighted to find Tuck wrapped around me.
 His manhood was pressed deliciously hard and hot against my hip.  I squirmed
and he woke up.
"Do you want to go shoot some hoop now?" he asked.
"If you think you can get all of that stuffed into a jockstrap," I said,
eyeing the bulk of his meaty cock.
We slipped on athletic shorts and tennis shoes to go down to the basketball
court. It was hot but there was a strong breeze.  We were just messing around
on the court when a couple of handsome, athletic-looking teenagers came up and
asked if they could join us on the court.  They didn't need our permission to
get on the court but I was impressed that they asked.  From their muscular
builds which I had been admiring, and their prowess with the ball, they were
obviously athletes.
"We'll try not to be too hard on you," the cocky one said as they peeled off
their T-shirts.
The boys proved their athletic prowess but Tuck and I were bigger and
stronger and in the end we beat them with sheer determination.  Mostly it was Tuck's
athletic prowess but I held my own and gave him the necessary support.  We
were all sweating profusely and Tuck and the teenagers looked beautiful with
their bodies gleaming in the sunlight.  We all did.
"You guys are good.  Are you professional basketballs players," one boy
asked.
"Hey, we're not that good," Tuck said.
"Good enough to beat us," the boy said.  "If I was old enough I would buy
you a drink." "
"I'll settle for a coke," Tuck said.
"I'll go get my ship card," the boy said, rushing off.
"By the way, my name's Bobby.  His name is Christian," the boy said.
"I'm Tuck, this is my buddy, Brad," Tuck said as we moved into the shade
under tine rock climbing wall.  We shook hands and I noticed the way Bobby's
bicep bulged up the size of a small grapefruit when he shook my hand.
"Have you tried the wall yet," Bobby asked.
"That's next," Tuck said.
I didn't know whether he was kidding.  Neither of us had made any mention of
climbing the wall.  Christian returned with his ship card, his face bright
with excitement. "Do you guys want to go to Johnny Rocket's and get something to
eat with your coke?  They make the best hamburgers you will ever eat."
Johnny Rocket's was a fifties diner where the hamburgers and French fries
were free and they gave you nickels for the juke box.  We took a booth, me and
Christian on one side, Bobby and Tuck on the other.  I was surprised they let us
in bare chested but it was a very casual atmosphere.
"What deck are you on?" I asked to keep the conversation going.  It was a
pretty standard question to start a conversation or keep one going.
"Nine.  Number 9685," Christian answered.  "How about you  guys?"
          "Deck eight," Tuck replied.  I noticed he didn't give them our
cabin numbers.
"Are you guys traveling with your parents?" I asked. I hoped it sounded like
an ordinary question and not like a hopeful, dirty old man.
"No, with my aunt," Christian replied.
"A birthday present," Bobby put in.
"Which birthday?  Nineteenth?" I asked.
"Eighteenth," Christian said.
Well, you could both easily pass for nineteen, or older," I said. Nothing
wrong with stroking their young egos, and I was trying to find out how old Bobby
was.
"Have you met any good looking girls on the ship?" Tuck asked.
          "Yeah, we've met a lot of babes," Bobby said.
"For all the good it does us.  We've got no place to go," Christain said.
"I hear they've got a nice night club for teenagers," Tuck pointed out. "No
parents or adults allowed."
"Yeah, that's where we've met some chicks.  But we don't have anyplace to
GO," Christian said again.
"We're sharing a cabin with his aunt,"  Bobby explained.
"How about you guys, I'll bet you don't have any trouble picking up women,"
Christian said.
"Actually there aren't that many unattached women on board," Tuck said.
"A couple of women practically raped him on the elevator," I said
"That's not so hard to understand," Christian said.
I was getting the impression that Christian was more worldly than his friend,
and more so about men than girls.
"Are you guys traveling together," he asked.
"It didn't start out that way," I said.  "We sort of teamed up about half
way through the cruise."
"Your aunt is a very generous person,"  Tuck said
"She's a great lady but it's a hassle being in the same cabin. We have to be
so damned careful, you know, coming out of the bathroom and we can't run
around in our shorts or anything. And I'm dying to sleep naked out on the balcony,
and of course we can't do that," Christian said.
"If it means that much, you're welcome to sleep on my balcony," I offered.
I made it sound like I was half joking, and half serious so he could take it
either way.
"No kidding?  You would let us do that?" Christian said, all excited.
"Sure, and if you find a couple of girls..."
"What're we going to tell your aunt," Bobby asked, sounding dubious.
"She goes to bed early.  The disco is open till two in the morning,"
Christian pointed out.  "We don't have to tell her anything."
"We could leave her a note that we're sleeping out on deck," Bobby said.  "I
've seen people doing that."
The line was getting longer outside Johnny Rockets and we decided we should
leave.
"Whatever you decide, its cabin 8622," I said as we were leaving.
The way the boys rushed off in such excitement, I was sure they would end up
in my cabin.  I wondered what Tuck was thinking.  I wanted to ask him to spend
the night again, too, but I couldn't read what he was thinking now with the
boys in the picture.
"Are you serious about the wall?" I asked.
"Yeah, I've gotta go change shoes, though. Are you going to do it?"
          "Do I have any choice without looking like a wimp next to you?"
          When Tuck and I went back to my cabin to change into our hiking
boots to do the wall we found a bottle of wine cooling.
"Did you order wine?" Tuck asked.
"No.  There's a note."
"What does it say?"
I took the note off the neck of the bottle and read it.  "Enjoy. As much as
we enjoyed you at the pool today.  You can call my cabin number 7886 to thank
me.  By the way you look great in burgundy."  I handed the note to Tuck.  "The
wine is for you," I said.  "I wonder how he knew to have it delivered to my
room."
"From a steward," Tuck said.  "He probably figured we were together."
"I forgot to tell you, the skater brought a set of pictures," I said, handing
Tuck the envelope.
He went through them carefully, then looked at them a second time, handing
each one to me. He was stunning in the burgundy thong.
"Geezuss. I don't believe I wore that thing out on deck," he said.
"A lot of other people aren't going to forget it, either," I said.  "I'll
bet the ship's photo-lab is swamped developing pictures of you."
At the rock climbing wall I watched Tuck start up first, watching his
powerful legs ripple and his butt muscles bulge tight and hard.  I've had this guy, I
thought to myself.   Someone down below remarked, "cute butt," and "nice legs
" and I wanted to tell them that I had been privileged to stretch out between
those nice legs and had my tongue in his cute ass.  When I was harnessed up
to go I started up the wall. I wouldn't have dreamed I could do it but I passed
Tuck on the rock climb.  I think he was a little surprised, too. But he was
also pleased. I liked that he was secure enough in his masculinity not to be
jealous of another man's physical prowess. We got to the top and dropped back
down to the applause of the people standing around watching us.
"Dam, stud, you climb that thing like a fuckin' monkey.  You've done that
before," Tuck said.
"Nope, it was my first try," I said.
"Like hell," he scoffed.
"No, really, it was my first time."
"Well, you're fuckin' good at it," he said.
"You should know by now that I'm good at a lot of things," I said.
"That you are," he agreed.
Walking back along the deck Tuck asked, "This is the last night of formal
dinning.  Do you want to get dressed up and eat in the dining room or go to the
Windjammer?"
"I would prefer to eat in the dining room if we were at the same table," I
said. "But I would rather have my final dinner with you in the Windjammer.
Unless you want to eat in the dining room."
"No, I was thinking the Windjammer, too," he said. "We gotta make every
minute count," he added with a grin.
We went straight to the Windjammer without changing or showering.  Luck
allowed us to get a table overlooking the sea.
"This could almost be romantic," Tuck said as he gazed down at the waves
swirling below us.
"If you were with your bride?" I asked quietly.
He smiled, a warm and easy smile.  "You know, I haven't thought about her
as much as I thought I would.  Thanks to you."
"You weren't referring to this table being romantic for us," I said.
"No, but..."  He looked out at the sea again then back at me.  "But it
could be...maybe...in a way...given a little more time, which we don't have."
`        "That's good of you to say so but I don't think you mean it. You'
re not over her.  I've kept you occupied, that's all."
"You can say that again," he said, laughing.
"Don't get me wrong, I haven't minded keeping you occupied," I said.  "Its
bee my pleasure.  A lot of pleasure."
He paused and became more sober.  "I hope you don't think less of me, for
being so selfishly one-sided."
"Let's don't go there again," I said.
"If I could, you know I would reciprocate.  I mean, there could be feelings
there...sort of...if we'd met sooner, maybe, and had more time, but I can't
follow through on them."
          "What feelings?" I asked with a frown and a smile.
"Well, I like you a lot." he said. "Part of me wishes I could like you more
...you know, enough to show you.  But a bigger part of me stands in the way. It'
s hard to explain."
"Not really.  That bigger part of you is who you are," I said.  I sat back
in my chair with a soft sigh.  "You'll go back to Cleveland and find a new
woman and forget all about me and Cindy, and that's the way it should be.  The
way it has to be, if you're going to get on with our life."
"No, I won't forget you," he said. "I think it'll be easier to forget Cindy.
"
"I wish I could believe that."
"Why do you doubt everything I say?"
"It's not doubt as much as I'm afraid to believe it," I said.
          When we were finished eating we went back to my cabin to shower
from the climbing wall.  Tuck didn't join me this time for some reason.  "Are
you going to call the guy and thank him for the wine?" I called out.
"Yeah, I guess I should.  After I shower," he said. "Hell, Brad, we should
have booked one cabin," he quipped as he headed into the bathroom. "I've
practically lived in yours for the last three days."
"I'm not complaining."  I said as I stepped out of the shower to dry off
Tuck stripped off his shorts and jockstrap and handed the jock to me.  "Here,
you said you wanted this.  You'll have to wash it, it's the only one I
brought," he said.
          "No, I won't wash it," I said.  "Thanks." I held it in my hand to
soak up the warmth of his manhood.
"What're you going to do with it?" he asked.
"I told you, hang it on my Christmas tree," I replied.
"Why do I think you're serious?"
          "Because you know I am."
While Tuck was showering I went out on the balcony, fully prepared for
whatever he might want to do.  He joined me a few minutes later, without drying off.
"Ahhhh, the ocean breeze feels good on my wet body," he said.
"The ocean breeze looks good on your wet body," I said.  "Are you going to
call him now?"
"You're beginning to sound like my mother," he said. "Yes, I'll call him."
     I wanted to listen in but I stayed out on the balcony where the ocean
drowned out their conversation.  Moments later he came back out.
"He wanted me to come to his cabin," he said.
"So do half the passengers on this ship," I said. "You can if you want to."
I would have been crushed if he had but I was gracious enough to say it.
Tuck smiled.  "You just want to get me out of the way for those two hunky
teenagers," he joked.
"I'd forgotten about them," I lied.  "But no, if those guys show up, I
would like for you to be here.  I think Christian would like that too."
"You saw that in Christian?   I thought I saw something, too, different from
Bobby."
A cloudy dusk was settling over us.  Tuck glanced around at me several times.
 "I was just noticing what a great ass you've got, and remembering how good
it felt." He put his hand on my butt and I flexed the muscles for him.
"How's the tattoo?  Still sore?"
"Naw."
He smoothed his big hand all over my butt then slipped his fingers into the
crevice, exploring. "Oh, man, you're ready," he whispered hoarsely.
"I'm always ready for you," I said.
"Do you want to do it out here?"
"Yeah, for starters."
Just as Tuck stepped around behind me and rubbed the head of his cock up and
down the crack of my butt there was a knock at the door.
"Who the hell is that?' he swore, jerking away from me.
"Probably those two boys," I said as I grabbed up a pair of shorts to put on.
Tuck was pulling on a pair of briefs but he was having trouble getting his
cock
stuffed inside.  He came in from the balcony and sat down on the sofa with
one leg crooked under him and pillow over his lap while I got the door.
Sure enough it was Christian and Bobby.
"I hope you were serious about that invitation to sleep on your balcony,"
Christian said with a broad smile.
If I hadn't been I would have changed my mind in that instant.  Despite my
disappointment that Tuck and I had been interrupted I couldn't help the tingly
feeling from seeing the two hunky teenagers filling up my doorway.  Christian
was wearing a pair of faded, low-slung jeans and a white tank top. Bobby had on
denim cutoffs and a white T-shirt.  They both looked like something out of a
teen magazine; the young studs version, if there was one.
"I was dead serious," I said as I held the door open for them.
"Were you guys going to bed?" Christian asked, eyeing the king-sized bed.
"Just relaxing in that direction," Tuck said.
I was glad he was being so gracious and friendly, and that he was staying.  I
half expected him to be a little surly that they had interrupted us before we
got started and might leave.  I wondered how his hardon was doing under the
pillow.
"If we take a mattress out on the balcony to sleep on, where are you guys
going to sleep?" Bobby asked.
"I'll take the couch, Brad can sleep on the other bed," Tuck offered. "Big
question is; will you two guys fit on one mattress out on the balcony?"
"If we don't, I'll toss Bobby's ass overboard," Christian joked.
I stripped back the sheets and mattress pad then went out to stack the deck
chairs and table into one corner of the balcony.  Bobby carried the mattress
out and we made it up with the sheets and blanket.
"This is really great of you to offer us your balcony," Christian said as we
were making up the bed. "This is going to put the finishing touch on the
cruise."
"Anybody in line for the bathroom?" Bobby asked.
"It's all yours," I said.
"Listen, if we, uh...or if one of us happens to connect with a girl...what'
re the chances...?"
"We could get lost for awhile," Tuck said.  "Couldn't we, Brad?"
"Sure."
It was interesting that he never told them we weren't together, or that we
had separate cabins.
Bobby came out of the bathroom in a few minutes wearing only his shorts.
Very brief shorts.  He was a virtual mountain of muscle; thick muscle, draped in
layers over his frame. He was the epitome of a jock. His body fat couldn't
have been more than six percent and it was so sexy the way his ripped abs sloped
down into his shorts.  He was as sexy in his briefs as he was in muscles.  The
bulge shifted when he walked, as if it were in the way of his thighs.
"Well, I'm going to stake my territory before asshole does," he said.
I looked at Tuck to find him watching me watch Bobby's bubble butt churn
inside his briefs as he went out on the balcony.
"Are you, uh... going to try something? You don't know how old Bobby is,"
he said quietly.
          "At this point, do I care? Hell, you saw him, he's gotta be at
least eighteen.
"If that's what you want to believe.  Just be careful where you go with it."
"Are you going to leave?" I asked.
"Do you want me to?"
"No, I told you, I want you here, but you seem uneasy about it."
Just then Christian came out of the bathroom. He had on an even smaller pair
of briefs than Bobby, slung so low with the weight of his manhood that they
dipped below his hairline.  He was heavily muscled as well, but more lean, with
a more classic physique.  His abs were his crowning glory, the way they sloped
and tapered down to his small wait, which only made his thighs look larger.
"I like those briefs," I remarked innocently.
"We got `em and a bunch more stuff on one of the islands, at a place called
Cactus," Christian said.
"Hey, that's where I got your stuff," I told Tuck.
Bobby stepped back inside, now naked.  When we all looked at him he shrugged
and said. "What? You said we were sleeping naked."
"It's not that, fuckhead, they probably never seen a horse cock on a human
before. Where the hell is your modesty?"
"Hey, the man invited us to sleep naked," Bobby said. "And my cock's not
all that big."
"No, it's huge," Christian said.
Christian was right.  Bobby's cock hung down over his balls about six inches,
thick as hell with a meaty texture networked with thick, dark bluish veins
that would no doubt carry a great amount of blood to his hardon.  He had the
balls of a bull, only they were held high like an athlete's.
"Are you gonna get naked or what?"  he asked his buddy.
"I was waiting for you to take these off of me," Christian said.
"The hell, you can go fuck yourself."
"Not again, by myself," Christian moaned.   "I was so hoping you would do
that for me tonight."
"Knock it off.  These guys will think you're serious," Bobby growled.
I loved their banter and I had a hard time deciding which one to look at.
They bantered back and forth over who was going to sleep where.  It was so
gratifying the way they acted so casual, naked, as if they were in the locker room
at school.  I tried to imagine the stir they would cause wearing those tiny
briefs in the school locker room.
"Bobby was afraid to come," Christian said as he peeled his briefs down. "He
thought you guys might be gay."
Tuck and I laughed.  My laughter was a little nervous.  Christian was hung
too, with a thick shapelier cock that matched his physique.
"Well, a butt like that could turn anybody gay," I joked.
Christian laughed
"Has the balcony door got a lock on it," Bobby asked, laughing.
"Yeah, but that's too keep you guys out of the cabin," Tuck said.
The two boys went out to the balcony.  I watched their tight butts till they
disappeared then I looked at Tuck,
"You really going to do it," he said quietly.
"I'm just going to let things fall into place," I said. "It worked with you.
"
Tuck went to the closet to get the extra sheets and blankets.
"You're not really going to sleep on the couch, are you?" I asked.
"I don't think it's a good idea for us both sleep on a single bed,"  he
said. "You heard them, they already think we're gay."
"They sleeping together on the other mattress, naked," I pointed out.
"Yes but they're just naive."
"Bobby, maybe.  I'm still not so sure about Christian.
"Are you serious?"
"How old are you?" I asked with a cocked brow.
"Twenty one."
"Three years older than Christian.  I don't think he's all that naive."
"But I've been to college. I've been exposed to a little more of the world."
"And you're on a cruise...just like they are...where you've been exposed to a
LOT of the world," I said.
"There's still Bobby. You don't know how he's going to react, or how old he
is."
"Old enough," I said.
"Well...so, are we sleeping together on the bed, or am I really taking the
couch?" he asked.
"I'm game if you are."
"I don't know if I'll be able to control myself after I was so rudely
interrupted," he said.  "And I don't much care what they think of us."
"Nobody says you gotta control yourself," I said. "Hell, be a hero. Let's
show them the way."
Christian came back into the cabin still excited about sleeping out on the
balcony.  "Dam, it's nice out there. I don't know if I'll be able to get to
sleep."
"Why, is Bobby bothering you?" Tuck joked.
"Would some wine help?" I asked.  "We were just about to open it."
"If it's for something special..."
"No, my travel agent had it sent to my cabin," I lied.
"Hey, Bobby do you want some wine?" he called out.
"Maybe he's afraid to come back in, maybe he still thinks we're gay,"  Tuck
joked.
"Yeah, I'd take some wine," he said, poking his head around the door.
I got four glasses while Tuck opened the bottle.  He poured and I passed the
glasses to Christian and Bobby.
"Here's to a good nights sleep on the balcony," I said, raising my glass.
"Here's to sleeping naked on the balcony," Bobby said.
I realized then that I'd left the poppers out.  I hoped the boys saw the
little brown bottle. Maybe they were naive like Tuck said and wouldn't know what
it was. There was enough wine for two glasses apiece then I poured the
remainder into the boys glasses. I doubted if it was enough to get them drunk but it
would give them a nice buzz.  If need be, there was some beer in the
refrigerator.  And if they discovered the poppers as well...wellll...
"Are you guys going to need an extra blanket out there?" Tuck asked.
"Naw, I don't need the one we've got," Christian said.
"I don't need it," Bobby put in. "It's great having the sea breeze and the
mist from the ocean blowing over your naked body."
"On a rough night, you can feel the ocean spray blowing up on your naked body
almost like rain," I said.
"Have you guys slept out there?" Christian asked.
"No, but I have on other cruises," I replied.
Christian reached over to set his glass on the night stand and saw the
poppers.  He picked the bottle up. "You use this stuff?" he asked.
"On occasion. Not often," I said.
"It's better than getting high," he said. "Well not better, but it's not
addictive.  Do you mind?" he asked, holding the bottle up.
"What the hell are you taking poppers for?" Bobby asked
"I just want to get the good feeling for a minute," Christian said.
          I gave them an extra blanket.
"You're liable to get a REAL good feeling on top of the wine," Bobby said.
"Hey, its poppers, not speed," Christian said as he opened the bottle.
I looked at Tuck and he was looking at me, both of us wondering where this
was headed. I was surprised when Tuck made the first overture.
"I'm not sleeping out on the balcony with you if you get all hopped up,"
Bobby said.
"Well, it won't be safe to sleep in here with us," Tuck said with a sly
grin. He was hinting that their suspicions might be right; that we were gay.
"Yea, I don't know," Bobby said.  "Two guys sleeping in the same little bed...
sharing wine together..."
Christian shook his head.  "Hey, stupid we just shared some wine with them,
and we're sharing the same mattress on the balcony, naked, for chrissakes.  Don'
t start rumors that are gonna come back and bite you in the ass."
"I didn't SAY anybody was gay...but..."  He cocked his head with a sly
grin. "Hey, maybe WE are and don't know it."
          Tuck laughed.  "Well, sleeping together out there on the balcony
with no
clothes, you'll know by morning," he said.
Christian handed the poppers to Bobby. Was he trying to get him under the
influence, I wondered?  Did he sense that there was something under that rough,
muscular exterior waiting to be let out?
"No, thanks," Bobby said.  "I want to sleep, I don't want to be knocked
out.
Besides, you're really going to get a good feeling if I use poppers...a good
feeling up."
          "Promises, promises," Christian said. He handed the bottle to me.
"You want some?  It's your stuff," he said.
I took it.  If he was trying to shed some inhibition I wanted to be prepared
to help him.  I took a good hard whiff in each nostril and waited till my head
started to spin then sucked in another.  Within seconds I was sailing.
"Dam, you really suck it up don't you?"  Bobby said.
"Dam...Whew!"  I said, shaking my head.
"Too much?"  Tuck asked.
"Not the poppers," I said, suddenly feeling very bold.  "These two hunky
studs...that's what's too much, on top of the poppes."
The boys looked at each other; Christian with surprise and Bobby with a look
of I-told-you-so.  When Christian reached out for the bottle again I figured
he knew where things were headed, or he was willingly heading to unknown
territory and needed the poppers for courage and me to guide him.  He drew the acrid
aroma into his nostrils twice on each side then offered the bottle to Bobby
again.
Bobby took it and put the cap back on. "Do you use it?" he asked, handing it
to Tuck.
 "Not on a regular basis, but...what the hell."
I was happy to see Tuck uncap the bottle and take a dose.  When he was
finished he handed the open bottle back to Bobby.
"What the hell, I might as well. One dose isn't going hurt anything." he
said and took a dose himself.  He took in several strong whiffs, more than he
needed and I wondered how experienced he was at handling poppers.  "We're all gon
na be so hopped up there ain't nobody going to know who's gay and who's
straight," he said, laughing.  He started to take yet another whiff but Tuck
stopped him.
"Hey, you've had enough," he said, taking the bottle from him.
It was encouraging to hear the boys keep talking about somebody being gay.
There was something there in one of them, wanting to get out; maybe in both of
them.  I wondered if the two boys had already been down the path together.  Or
maybe Christian was trying to lead ME, hoping to lure his reluctant friend
into the truth.
"Just don't sleep on your stomach, or with your mouth open," I warned the
boys, laughing.
"Yeah, we wouldn't want to wake up and discover you're a cocksucker in your
sleep," Christian said.
"I'm going out on the balcony before this gets out of hand," Bobby said.
"Me, too," said Christian.
I watched again as the two fine butts churned out of sight and heaved a soft
sigh.
"You're not going to be able to sleep, are you?"  Tuck said, with a chuckle.
"Let's put it this way.  I don't intend to sleep," I said.
"What're you going to do?  They seem pretty straight to me, just two kids
joking around."
"So are you," I said. "That only makes you all the more appealing."
          "So, what're you going to do?" he asked again.