Travelers

(The Groom)

by: Peter

(© 2011 by the Author)

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Day One (Monday) -- St. Thomas Island 

Sunday was a grueling day with the long flight to San Juan and getting settled into the ship. This wasn't my first time in the islands but it was one that I needed the most, for reasons that serve no purpose in this story. I grabbed a bite to eat in the Windjammer Café and since it was a new ship for me, I explored part of the ship then went back to my cabin to unpack my bags.  Tired as I was, I couldn't go to bed till after the lifeboat drill that I thought they always held too late in the evening.

Fortunately, it was done very efficiently and I returned to my cabin to retire early and get rested up for the adventure that lay ahead.  Little did I know what an adventure it would be.  When we were underway, I stood out on the balcony for a long time, gazing at the gently rolling black sea swirling away from the side of the ship. I vowed that I would have a good time on this trip and go back with a new and refreshed outlook on my life.  I could not know how much my life would change in the course of seven days.

I saw him for the first time the next morning on St. Thomas, walking along the dock away from the ship as I was returning after checking out the jewelry shops at dock-side.  The first thing that attracted my attention was his legs.  He had beautiful legs.  Big, thick, powerful thighs that stuck out of his jeans shorts, the faded denim material straining against the bulging muscles.  I eyed the way his muscles flexed and leapt with each step.  He walked with determination, with great, long strides, much resembling a strong, young stallion.  The rest of him not to be ignored, from there I quickly took in his upper body before he passed by me.  He was wearing a thin, white T-shirt that stretched over the heavy musculature of his wide shoulders and his thick chest.  I could only imagine what he looked like out of his shirt with his big, steak-sized pecs standing naked and proud.  His arms were huge, the muscles well defined.

I resisted the temptation to turn and follow him, or even to turn around for another look after we had passed each other by.  I only prayed that we would run into each other again. I looked around to see if Carnival's ship was docked.  It wasn't.  Ours was the only ship in the harbor, which meant the big stud was on it.  Still, with over twenty-five hundred passengers aboard, chances were slim that I would see him again. But my luck was with me, as I found out later in the evening.

We both had the early seating in the same dining room. I saw him come in, looking stunning in his tux. He looked like a model. I was surprised that he came in alone but he went to a table for eight and I thought he might be meeting someone.  I watched to see if he joined anyone in particular at the table, or if anyone else came in to join him.  No one did that I could tell.  I was at a table for four so it was difficult to stray away from the conversation without being rude, but I did manage to get some glimpses of the young man, too handsome for his own good.  I was good-looking and well-built myself but this guy's looks were almost criminal. 

I thought it curious that such a stud didn't appear to be with anyone but he seemed very personable and was having a good time with the other guests at his table. Better than I was, with the older couple and their young grand daughter.  She was about sixteen, gorgeous and sexy, and obvious to the trained eye, hot to trot.  She kept looking at me and by the time dinner was over I decided I could have thrown her across the table and fucked her eyeballs out. 

We made casual if strained conversation and I was careful not to mention my cabin number or even the deck I was on. I made mental note to keep all distance between us. After dinner I kept in as close proximity as I could as the handsome, young stud as he walked down the promenade, without appearing to be following him.  I hoped to have cause to speak to him, if only to make eye contact.  I did, but it wasn't successful beyond that.  All I got was a smile that left me weak in the knees.  That night, though, I was able to pull him into my dreams. 

Day Two (Tuesday) -- St. Maartens Island

The next morning I showered and put on a pair of khaki hiking shorts that I'd had shortened to reveal more thigh, and a dark blue T-shirt and hiking boots. I was traveling alone too, but I wanted to look as studly as possible.  I checked myself in the mirror before I left, satisfied that I looked studly enough to draw my share of attention, although I didn't know from who, or to what end for that matter.  My cabin attendant, Paco, was in the hallway when I came out.

"You're looking sharp this morning, Mr. Covington," he said with his bright smile. He was drop-dead cute, maybe in his early twenties, with dark olive skin and snappy black eyes.

"Thanks, I just hope its good enough," I joked.

Paco laughed and I went on down the corridor in search of my improbable dream.  Despite my dreams of the young stud I certainly wouldn't fight Paco off if he tried to force himself on me.  But there were strict rules against the ship's staff or crew socializing with the passengers.

I checked out the Windjammer where I thought my dream stud would probably be having breakfast but I never saw him.  After breakfast I went on an island tour that I had scheduled, then took the Atlantis submarine dive.  It was an awesome experience but I kept wishing that The Stud were there with me.  I would wish that everywhere I went, everywhere I looked.  And why not, since fate had thrown us together on the sane ship, both alone?

I took in the market shops to pick up some things for my parents and nieces and nephews and friends.  I wanted to get that out of the way early on.  I got brave and against all advice, ate at a small local cafe on the island, both food and drink, and I prayed I wouldn't come down with some terrible disease.

I saw him again as I was returning to the ship late in the afternoon.  He was getting off of a scuba boat tour.  He didn't see me but I watched him at a safe distance behind, as both of us were walking back to the ship.  He had an awesome butt packed into his shorts and his heavily muscled shoulders looked even broader in his damp tank-top, and his thighs thicker, if that were possible. His hamstring muscles bulged with each step.  I lost track of him in the crowd of passengers re-boarding but I saw him again in the Windjammer....he hadn't changed clothes....and we made eye contact again for a brief second.  Every little bit helps, I thought.  I felt that fate must be with me when I saw him

later in the health club. He was in the free-weights section and I took a treadmill where I could watch him in the ceiling-to-floor mirrors. 

He had changed into a pair of dark blue athletic shorts and a yellow tank top, both designed to reveal a lot of muscle.  He worked out with the solitary intensity of a body-builder.  His muscles were soon glistening with sweat, even in the air-conditioned room.  The sight of him left me so weak, I couldn't muster the courage to approach him. 

Later, I went to a show and had a drink at the Schooner Bar, every moment searching for the young stud. As I lay out on my balcony later I wondered what cabin he was in, on what deck...and what a shame it was that we were both alone and yet so apart. 

Day Three (Wednesday) -- Antiqua Island

I thought I should try to prevent the handsome stud from becoming an obsession with me but my first waking thoughts were of him, wishing that he were waking up beside me. I imagined all sorts of other things, and it was driving me nuts. It could even ruin my cruise.

I had no particular plans for the day in Antiqua except to see the downtown and maybe take a taxi tour of the island.  I wasn't on any schedule and was in no rush so I walked around the ship first.  I found him on the basketball court.  He was the only one on the court.  His athletic prowess, his graceful, yet quick, powerful moves were a thing if beauty.  I stood and watched him for a moment, the muscles in his thighs bulging and leaping with his quick movements, his calves bulging as he powered himself up for the shot.  His bare upper body glistened in the sunlight.  He was an absolutely beautiful young man, slim-hipped with a taper upward and outward to his wide back and powerful shoulders.  I loved the way his lats spread out like bat wings as he raised his arms to take the shot and the well-defined, finger-like muscles that wrapped half way around his rib cage.  His thick pecs bounced solidly as he landed like a cat on the balls of his feet, and his tight abs pulled and flexed as he took the next shot.  When he came down he noticed me watching him.

"Hey, do you wanta play some one-on-one?" he asked, standing with his feet set wide apart and the ball held on one hip.

I always admired guys with that courage to invite competitiveness. I took a moment, I think for the words to reach my ears, for me to realize that he was talking to me. 

"Sure," I said, without wondering how I might stack up against the guy's athletic ability.  I already wore shorts and I skinned off my T-shirt because I figured he expected me to.  I didn't quite match the guy's muscularity but I had nothing to be ashamed of in baring my muscles. 

He gave me what I took to be an appreciative look; it was nothing more.  The sport forced us together in muscle-against-muscle closeness; I not only felt his warm, hard, sweaty muscles against my own, I got to smell him.  It was a heady smell of fresh sweat and overall maleness.  He beat me but it wasn't a hands-down defeat.  I was pleased with my performance against him, even more pleased for the opportunity to finally meet him, and flattered that he counted me his competition.

"You're good," he said casually as we came off the court.  It wasn’t a compliment as much as a simple statement of fact.

"But not good enough to beat you," I said.

"It was just a game," he said.  "Well, I gotta take a shower," he said with a friendly smile as he looked at his watch.

He had a smile that melted my defenses, if I had any left at all.  "Are you going to take a tour today?" I asked quickly before he got away.

"Yeah, I'm taking a Jeep safari.  How about you?"

"Nothing planned," I said. "I saw you coming back from scuba diving yesterday."

"It was great.  Hey, do you want to come along today?" he asked eagerly.

I was too suddenly excited at first to answer.  Was this fate working in my favor, or playing tricks on me?

"If I can still get a ticket, sure, I'd like to come," I said.

"You don't need a ticket.  It's not a ship-sponsored thing.  You just rent a Jeep, they give you a map and you go.  I've got a Jeep reserved all to myself."

"Maybe you would rather go alone," I said, remembering that he was traveling by himself, and maybe for a reason.

"No, I would like the company," he said.  "My name's Tuck Stoner by the way," he added, putting out his hand.

"Brad Covington," I said. He had a good grip, big hands  "Tuck….is that your real name?"  I asked.

"Yep.  I've spent my life trying to live it down," he said, laughing, his rock-hard abs dancing and rippling with his laughter.

"It's nothing to live down. It's more a name you have to live up to.  I like it," I said.

“Do you want to meet at the Windjammer, then we can take off from there,” he said.

We met at the Windjammer for lunch.  The only table was for two. It was a little cramped under the table for two men our size but I didn't mind. Tuck didn't seem to get upset either when our bare legs touched.  He simply drew his legs away, as if it was no big deal. We talked the usual small talk; where we were from, what we did, what deck we were on, what land tours we had taken.  He was from Nebraska, a second-year student at the university, in sociology and physical education and studying sports medicine.  It followed that he must be nineteen or twenty years old.

"It sounds like you're covering all bases," I said.

"It doesn't hurt to have a day job," he said.  "Most high schools don't have just a Phys Ed teacher anymore.  You have to specialize in something else.  I’m not a big fan of the classroom atmosphere so I hope to become a coach or sports trainer, but I'll have sociology to fall back on."

After lunch we headed out to pick up our Jeep.  The safari was exciting, as was Tuck himself.  He drove up the mountain, giving me the opportunity to watch his tanned, muscular legs sticking most of the way out of his shorts, bulging and leaping when he shifted gears or braked and his calves bulging out of the

tops of his socks.  At the top of the mountain we went for a short hike then stopped off at a tiny cafe and had something cold to drink before we headed back.

At his insistence I drove back and we laughed like a couple of high school kids going back down the mountain.  I enjoyed his company and I think he enjoyed mine.

Back at the ship, Tuck suggested we meet at the Schooner Bar for a drink after dinner, after we changed out of our dinner clothes.  I was more than happy to accept, his second invitation. I skipped dessert and after-dinner conversation and went to my room to change.  I put on a pair of white shorts that contrasted sharply with my tan, and a dark blue knit shirt.  He arrived at the Schooner just as I was walking up.  We took a table in the curve of a corner overlooking the sea.  We ordered and Tuck was the first to get his ship card out to pay.  I reached for mine but he told me firmly to put it back.

"I still owe you for half the Jeep rental," I reminded him.

"You don't owe me anything," he said flatly.  "I was glad to have your company."

"Fine, but you don't have to pay for my company," I said.  But he still wouldn't let me pay.  He asked about my table companions. 

"Well, I'm with a rather naive, middle-aged couple with a young daughter who would like to throw me across the table and rape me," I said. "I'm keeping my distance."

He laughed.  "We've got a couple of babes like that at our table.  They're not excessively bold, I think out of respect for the two older couples, but they’re sure sending out the vibes."

"I noticed you seem to be traveling alone," I said.

"Yeah." His answer was short, almost curt, and I was afraid I had said something out of line. Then he went on. "Actually, this was supposed to be my honeymoon but my fiancé backed out at the last minute.  I got dumped at the altar."

"Wow!  That's got to be tough!"  I said.

"I would rather it be this way than to find out later that she regretted getting married," he said.

"I won't even ask what happened."

"It wouldn't do any good. I don't know myself," he said.

"She just changed her mind, no explanation or anything?" I asked.

"She said she would explain sometime.  Not that I give a damn now, except that I am curious why she practically ran to one of my best friends for solace.  My dad urged me to go ahead and take the cruise since it was already paid for.  I tried to get him and mom to go but they insisted that I needed to be away by myself."

"Well parents are usually right.  I hope its working."

"I am enjoying the cruise," he said.  "More since you and I sort of teamed up."

I hadn't realized that we had teamed up but I was glad that's the way he saw it and happy to go along with it.  Our legs kept touching under the small cocktail table. Tuck drew one leg up and laid it across the other.  His tanned leg was a beautiful sight by itself.  But then our knees touched.  He would move his then I would move mine again, till he laughed and said,   "What do you say we don't worry about it." 

So we didn't and I wondered if anyone took notice of two very masculine men rubbing knees under the table.

"You seem to be traveling alone, too," Tuck said.

"Yes, but it's nothing like your situation," I said.

"I hope you're having a good time."

"It's more enjoyable going on the land tours with someone I don't know," I said.

"I've got a jungle trek planned for tomorrow morning, then I'm spending the afternoon at the beach," he said. "It's a trip out to some island on a catamaran."  The way he said it was like he was inviting me, even expecting me to come along.

"The beach sounds relaxing but the jungle trek sounds a bit rugged," I said. My response was made to sound like I was accepting his invitation, if he was inviting me.

"They said it's for the young and athletic.  You could handle it," he said.

"I saw you working out the other morning.  It doesn't look like you miss too many workouts," I said.

"Thanks. You either," he said, giving me an admiring look up and down.  From anyone else it might have had some hidden meaning but that's all it was from him, an admiring look.

"I try," I said.

There was a short lull in the conversation and I was looking at Tuck.  He cocked his head with a smiling frown, like "what?"

"I was just thinking what a stupid woman your fiancé is, or was," I said.

Tuck laughed, embarrassed.

"You're certainly not going to have any trouble finding a woman to be your wife," I said.

"Thanks, but I have to go through all the courtship again."

"Like that would be such a chore," I scoffed.

"I'm not going to be in any rush to find another woman," he said. "Actually, we were both too young.  I'm giving myself plenty of time this time."

It was Tuck who said he needed to go to his cabin.  I hated to part company. I wanted to invite him to my cabin but I was afraid it would appear too obvious, especially since we had just spent the evening together."

"Hey, you never said for sure; is the jungle trek on for tomorrow," he asked as he was getting up from the table.

"Sure." 

In my mind I began to make plans for the remaining days and nights of the cruise.  I could not let this opportunity go by without at least trying.

"I'm going to make the rounds of the night clubs this evening, do you want to come along," he asked.

"Yeah, sounds like fun," I said, but I was instantly uneasy.  Tuck would, by his nature, be on the lookout for women, and he would have no trouble finding them.  I didn't know how I would handle a situation with a woman; it'd been so long.  But I went, just to be with Tuck. 

He was fun to be with, laughing and joking with everyone around him. Maybe he was overcompensating for his situation, but he made everyone around him happy.

Paco, the cabin attendant, was still working when I returned to my cabin.

"Don't you ever get any time off?" I asked.

"I'm off just as soon as I stow all of this stuff," he said.

"What do you do with your time off?" I asked.  "Do the crew members ever go to the shows, or off on the islands?"  I figured he had already seen everything there was to see on the islands; that he was probably from one of them.

"Oh, sure, but I've seen the show so many times and they don't want us taking up seats all the time."

Suddenly it dawned on me.  I didn't know this boy and he didn't know me except as a crew and passenger. I would never see him again after the cruise was over, nor anyone else on the ship. And he was incredibly cute and sexy.  I was surprised how easily I asked him if he wanted to come to my cabin for a drink when he was off duty.  He gave me a surprised, curious smile.

"I don’t want to get you into trouble. I know you’re not supposed to socialize with the passengers"

"No, I'm not.  But, it is my job to make my passengers happy, so….."  He laughed softly and his tone was one of acceptance.

"I can sneak you in and out when no one is in the hallway," I said.

"Okay, I would be happy to.  Give me twenty minutes.  I need to stow this stuff then shower and change out of my uniform."

I didn't know if anything would develop but there seemed to be that understanding between us and I prepared the room for any eventuality.  I took the chocolates off the pillow and turned the bed down the rest of the way as a subtle invitation, then pulled the drapes back and opened the door to the balcony.  I tried several lighting combinations till I finally settled on the vanity lights only, at least to start out.  If it turned out that I needed mood, then I would use the bathroom light with the door partially opened.  Then I put on a pair of yellow shorts and sprayed on a few shots of body splash.

Paco showed up at my door wearing white shorts and a dark blue T-shirt that hugged his tight, muscular torso like a gentle second skin.  His shorts hugged his muscular thighs and bulged nicely in front with his manhood.  He looked up and down the hall before he slipped into my room.

"I don't think anybody saw me," he said.

"If they did, tell them I sent for you," I said.  "Go ahead, get comfortable," I added as I turned to fill the glasses with ice.

He sat on the sofa, leaning back with his legs splayed wide apart, as if to display his wares.

“You can take off your shirt if you want to,” I told him.      

"Uh-oh, I think I know where this is headed," he said.

"Where?" I asked with a twinkling smile.

"Can I use your bathroom for a minute," he asked with a twinkle in his eye.

After a few minutes I heard the toilette flush and then the door opened and Paco stepped out of the bathroom wearing only his briefs!  Very brief, tiny briefs. "Is this heading in the right direction?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

I was amazed at his boldness, but also delighted.  "You are DEFINITELY heading in the right direction, "I said emphatically as I drank in the sight of his young manly beauty.

He laughed.

"Damn, you're beautiful when you laugh," I said.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yes, the way your stomach muscles dance."

He laughed again for me.  The kid was beauty in motion as he walked around the small glass coffee table to the bed. His lean, muscular legs rippled and his abs twisted and danced with each step.  His pecs were like slabs of dark marble.

"I didn't know how comfortable you wanted me, so I left these on,” he said, standing beside the bed in his briefs.

"How did you know what direction I was headed?" I asked as I ran my hand up his thigh.  It was like a warm, marble column.

"Radar," he said. "When someone invites me for a drink then to get more comfortable, it usually means that."

I ran my hand on around to his butt and he tightened the muscles for me.  They felt like a pair of bowing balls inside his shorts.  His shorts were very tiny briefs.  The sewn-in pouch bulged with his young manhood, which I imagined might be out of proportion to the rest of his body.  I ran my hand over the warm bulge then squeezed it and I knew he was going to be a lot out of proportion.

"Go ahead, take them off if you want to," he said.

I leaned up and tugged at the sides and pulled his briefs down off his hips. His abs flowed right down to the hair around his cock; the root nestled in the dark bush.  I pulled them half way down his thighs before his cock fell out and swung free like a sleeping anaconda.

"Wow!" I exclaimed softly.  He was beautifully out of proportion.  His cock was something that belonged on a man twice his size. He laughed with modest appreciation and put his hand on his hips as if to offer himself fully for my inspection and adoration.

"How the hell did you get so big?" I asked

He shrugged.  "It just keeps growing," he said.

"I thought the men down here were built smaller."

He laughed again, tossing his head back cockily.  "That's a myth, I think, just because we're smaller in stature.  Sometimes I think people get us mixed up with the Orientals."

"Well, what you lack in physical stature, which isn't much, you certainly make up for here," I said, taking his cock in my hand.  "My God, I can barely get my hand around it.'

"Just wait. It's not completely hard yet," he warned with obvious pride.

I ran my hand up his hard abs and squeezed his solid pecs. "Actually, you aren't lacking anything in physical stature.  You are beautiful," I said, looking up into his eyes.

His eyes danced and his smile lit up that little part of the room.  "Thank you."

"No, thank you, for coming in," I said.  "Do you do this often with your passengers?  You had me pegged."

"No. Very seldom," he said.  "There aren't that many guys that are worth taking the risk."

"I'm glad I'm one of them who is," I said. “I just hope I don’t get you into trouble.”

"You are definitely worth the risk, otherwise I wouldn’t be here," he said, trailing his fingers across my chest.  "You're a good-looking man, and very well built." His hand trailed down over the front of my briefs where my own cock was straining against the stretchy cotton material.  "Why don't you show me just how good you're built."

"Why don't you find out for yourself?" I said.

"I only go one way, but I don't mind finding out for myself," he said as he reached down to tug at my shorts.  I raised my butt up off the bed so he could take them off of me.  My cock lolled thick and heavy over my balls then began to slowly swing around across my hip as it took on more firmness, and finally up over my stomach as it throbbed hard. Paco wrapped his hand around it.  He had small hands and it was dwarfed by the size of my cock.  "Very nice!" he exclaimed with a grin.  "Almost makes me want to go the other way."

"If you feel the urge, go ahead, no one will know," I said.  "Meanwhile.…."  I let my words trail off as I reached for his cock again.  It stuck out from his loins at an upward angle now, throbbing and quivering and bobbing up and down, it was so hard.  I was about to lean up and take him but Pcao lifted his right leg and straddled me on the bed. His muscular legs pressed into my rib cage as his big cock arched upward toward my face.

"If you feel the urge, go ahead," he said.

I felt the urge.  I wrapped my hands around the boy's tight, smooth butt and pulled him to me.  He pushed his cock down with his thumb to aim it at my open mouth and as I took him in my mouth I wondered for the first time how old he really was.  Not that it mattered. He had come into my cabin willingly, and he wasn't an American citizen so I doubted if there were any laws against it except that he wasn't supposed to be in a passenger's cabin.  Well, he couldn't be underage and hold down a job on the cruise ship. His cock felt good in my mouth and he tasted wonderful.  The young ones always do, and he was about the youngest I'd had.  I cupped his balls, wondering how much of a load he would give me and how it would taste.  Usually, it was fresh and wild and tangy-sweet from a boy his age.

"Ohhhhhh," he moaned softly as he moved his cock back and forth over my tongue.  "Wow!  That feels so good!"

He pressed his cock harder and harder against the back of my throat, wanting desperately for me to take his entire cock.  I vowed that I would but I needed time to get used to it and let it stretch the entrance of my throat, and the position and angle weren’t right. Paco was eager and anxious and he knew the ropes.  He urged me to lie flat on the bed then turned and leaned across my face in a push-up position.  I tilted my head back to take his cock and it went easily into my throat.

"AAwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried softly.

The position was always a risk with young guys who are in good shape; they can usually do pushups all night.  I ran my hands over his body, my left hand over his chest and arms, my right hand up and down his legs and around to his flexed butt.

After awhile he asked,  "Do you like to get fucked?"

"Yeah," I said around his cock.

"Can I fuck you?"

"Oh, yeah," I said.

"You got a condom?" he asked as he raised up, pulling his cock out of my mouth, and stood down on the floor.

"Yes, in there," I said, opening the small drawer beside the bed.

"You were prepared for somebody," he said as he found the condom and the lube, as well as ball straps, cock rings and other equipment.

"I'm always prepared," I said.

"Extra large, I see.  That's good," he said as he tore open the condom with his teeth.

"I was hoping to get extra lucky," I said.

He rolled the condom down over his cock and let the rubber ring snap around the root. Then he leaned over to get a studded cockstrap.

“Do you mind?” he asked.

“No, I don’t mind.”  He was already pulling the leather strap up under his balls. He tugged it tight and snapped it at the base of his cock. “I love wearing these things,” he said.

I uncapped the lube and applied it to my ass, then to his gloved cock. He grabbed my legs and pulled me crossways on the bed and lifted my legs out wide.

"You've got a great ass," he said as he guided his big cock toward it.

"You've got a great cock," I said. The strap caused it to swell even bigger.

"Don't worry, I'll take it easy going in," he said.  Then he added with a smile, "But once I get it in, you're in for the ride of your life," he warned.

I loved his young, arrogant confidence.  It became quickly obvious that the boy knew his way around a man’s body, the way he nudged and played my asshole till it was stretched and relaxed.  I wasn’t quite prepared, and I let out a gasped moan when the head of his cock popped through my hole.

“Ooohhhhhhh!”

When he entered me he didn't give me time to get used to the thick girth of his cock, he simply shoved it in, all the way, till his loins were smashed against my spread butt. His cock went straight in, lifting my guts up from where they were nestled comfortably inside my abdomen.

“AAAwwwhhhh, Goddddd!” I cried softly.       

"That okay?" he asked.

"Wow!" I gasped.

"Was that a yes or no?" he asked, laughing

"Awww, fuck, yeah, it's okay," I assured him.

Everything inside me came alive with the intrusion of his huge cock.  All the nerves came alive and my asshole squeezed tightly around the thick root.  My insides undulated with the excitement of having the heat of his manhood buried inside me and my prostate trembled with appreciation for the massage it was getting simply by the throbbing of his meat.

"Hang on," he said as he slowly drew his cock back till only the head was locked behind my tight sphincter muscle.

"Ohhh, My Goddddd!" I cried softly as he shoved his cock back inside me.

"Yeah, it’s fuckin' good, isn't it?" Paco said with a slack smile.

"Yeah, fuckin' good," I agreed.

"You let me know any way I can make it better," he said.

Paco didn't need any help or suggestions from me.  He knew every move in the book.  I was amazed at his sexual athletic prowess at such a young age.  Of course, maybe he did this on a regular basis, meeting new passengers every week, and he had a lot of experience. And, I didn't really know how old he was.  The more I looked at him in the face, the younger he looked; he would be an obvious and natural target for guys on the hunt for young meat.

"Ohhhh...OHhhhhh...Ohhhhhh...Awww,” I cried, in cadence with his thrusts.

“Am I doing okay?” he asked with a proud smile.

“Ohhhh….Awwww, Paco...you know how to fuck," I moaned.  "You don't need any suggestions from me."

"Hell yes, Paco knows how to fuck.  Paco knows how to treat his people right."

"Do you treat them all this good?" I asked.

"Those who want it," he said, confirming my suspicions.  "But I gotta admit, it's more fun with somebody like you.…somebody who’s good-looking, with muscles."

"Thanks...Awwwhhhhh, Geezusss, what're you doing to me!"  I cried as I reached up to wrap my arms around his shoulders to hold on.  He was twisting his slim hips around, cork-screwing his big cock in and out of me....skewering my ass with it.

"You like that, huh?"

"Oohhh...Awwwwwhhh, Yessssss, do it!  Like that!  Fuck me you little stud.…fuck meeeee…..!"

He gave me a few more strokes then suddenly pulled out.

"Ohh, Nooooooooo, no, don't stop!" I moaned.  "Give it to me!"

"Don't worry," he said, laughing.  "I’m just changing positions.  Turn over."

I turned over on my stomach and Paco grabbed my hips and pulled me up on my knees.  He knelt down between my legs and plugged my ass again. The new position sent a whole new set of thrills through me.  The way his cock drove in at an upward angle made me shake with pleasure.  Then he raised up on his haunches and drove it straight down

"AAAAaawwwwwwwhhhhhhh!!" I cried out.

He kept fucking me that way, causing me to cry out with each thrust, alternating between shoving upward, and raising up and drop-kicking his cock straight down.  After awhile he turned me over on my back and did the same thing.  I was starting to have trouble breathing; he didn't give me time to take in a deep breath before he had me yelling again.

"Turn over on your side," he told me. 

He lay on his side behind me and raised my left leg up out of the way.  I held my leg up and he drove his cock into me again, and again.  It was the perfect position for the curvature of his big cock.  Not many guys are big enough to use that position. He went back to the other two positions, too, and when he was fucking me on my side once more he pulled out again and told me to lay on my back, he was going to show me something else. He stood between my legs and lifted my legs up over my body, bending me in half.  Then he straddled me, facing the other way and drove his cock down into my ass again.

"Awwwwhhhhhh...Ohhhhhhh...Godddd...Goddd, Paco...I never had anyone do that before."

"Then you'll never forget who did it to you first," he said.

"Fuck, man, I'm never gonna forget you anyway," I gasped.

After he'd fucked me upside down and backwards for a while he turned around to face me without taking his cock out and without letting my legs down. He was fucking me from the front, now, doubled in half, with my legs stretched out over my upper body.  I'd never felt so completely helpless or submissive or vulnerable in my life.

"I'm gonna take you over the top now," he said.  "Gonna make you come."

"How do you know you can do that?  How do you know I'm even close?"

"Maybe you're not but you will be," he said. "You ever eat your own come?"

"I've tasted it," I said.

"Open wide. I don't want you to miss any of it," he said.

With that he started fucking me again, raising his hips up and down, driving his cock straight down into me like a pile driver.  The bed lurched and I grunted with each powerful thrust.  He knew what he was talking about when he said he was going to make me come.  I couldn't have held back if I wanted to. He shoved me closer to the target with each thrust, forced me closer to insanity, till finally I felt my insides going wild with tingling excitement.  It lasted for a full minute or so without letup before my trigger was finally tripped and I was coming.

"Oh!  Ohhh, I'm gonna come!" I gasped.

"Yeah, do it.  I wanta see you come.  I told you I was gonna make you shoot. Open your mouth."  He tilted me further back so I was bent so in half that my cock was thrust right down at my face.  "Open up and see if you suck your own cock," he said, pressing down on the back of my thighs.

I was awed by what he was doing to me.  I'd never sucked my own cock before….never even imagined that I could....but he was making me do it.  My muscles and joints ached like hell but the pleasure was too much to complain.  Paco shoved about half of my cock into my mouth.  I sucked and lavered my tongue all around the head of my own cock.  At the same time he was twisting his hips all around, making his big cock lob around inside me like he wanted to make sure that no part was left untouched.

Suddenly I half grunted and half screamed and then I was coming.  The stuff coursed through my cock and spurted into my mouth like a powerful fire hose.  I was startled by the heat and the volume of my load.  It was like Paco was draining the innermost depths of the reservoir of come.  I lapped my tongue around the head of my cock, washing the hot come down with my spit, which only caused me to shoot more.

"Don't swallow it," Paco said.  After a few more strokes he raised up, pulling his cock free of my ass and let my legs down.  Then he pulled the condom off and arched over my upper body and offered me his cock.  "Now me," he said.  "I want you to make me come.  It won't take long, I'm pretty close.  But keep your load in your mouth, and don’t swallow mine either.”

I sucked him eagerly, trying not to swallow my own come, although I didn't know why he didn't want me to.  I thought it would be sort of neat, too, to have both of our loads in my mouth and see if our semen tasted different.  He gave my throat a couple dozen strokes then pulled back so the head of his cock was in my mouth before he started shooting his load. It was a hellacious come.  Powerful and intense, and in great volume.  And I could taste his youthful zest in his thick, hot semen.

"Don't swallow," he told me again.

He stayed in my mouth till I had sucked out every last drop from the long, pulsating tube then he pulled it out.  Now I would find out why he didn't want me to swallow. It came as a total shock when Paco stretched out on top of me and began kissing me!  It was he, Paco, the younger, who pried my lips apart and drove his tongue into my mouth.  Eagerly, almost hungrily, he lashed it all around in side my mouth, swirling our come together.  His tongue found mine and lashed together, mixing our come into a delicious batter.  He sucked some of it out of my mouth and drove his tongue in for more.  I squealed and whimpered with the extreme pleasure he was giving me with his tongue. After he sucked the second batch of come out of my mouth, he swallowed.

"Now you can swallow, too," he said and quickly locked his mouth over mine and drove his tongue inside again, this time, deep into my throat.  I didn't know if he was trying to force my come down my throat or trying to get more of it for himself. 

I squealed again from the sheer pleasure of his tongue as I gulped and swallowed the mixture of our warm, sweet semen.  He left me breathless by the time he raised up from me.

"I'll bet you never did that before," he said proudly.

"You would win that bet," I said, breathlessly.  "Damn, Paco, you are so full of surprises.  Where'd you learn to do that?"

"An older deckhand showed me when I first came aboard," he said.  "He showed me what come tastes like, my own first, then his.  Then he did this to me and we mixed it. He taught me to swallow it and over time I developed a taste for it."

"I gotta admit, it was pretty good," I said.  "The sex and the kissing.  Of course, you young guys always taste good.  It was wonderful, mixed with my own."

"That's because it's always fresh stuff," Paco said.  "We don't let it set.  When it builds up, we get rid of it and make fresh."

Having kissed me and exchanged tongues and come, I had to wonder what he meant when he said he only went one way.  Maybe he was straight and had simply developed that little trick for the pleasure of his passengers; I had to bet it increased his tips considerably.  And it followed that he would eventually develop a taste for come.

I wanted Paco to come back later, after Tuck and I were finished making the rounds at the night clubs, and spend the night but he said there would be questions about why he wasn't in his cabin.  He said maybe we could get together again before the cruise was over.  I gave him a twenty-dollar bill and he was delighted to receive it.  I stopped him just as he was about to open the door.

"I wanta know.…how old are you?"

"Truth, or what's on my papers?" he asked jokingly with a sly grin.

"Truth.  Hell, I'm not an agent or anything," I said.

"Eighteen. And even if I weren't, I would tell you I was eighteen. Americans like us young," he said.

I didn’t know if he was telling me the truth, but it didn’t matter. I figured he had to be at least eighteen to be working on the ship.

Paco was a great relief for me but he didn't quell the awful desire that had built up in me for Tuck.

Tuck came by my cabin about eight.  I hoped I didn't show it but he took my breath away.  He wore a pale yellow knit shirt with sleeves that rode high on his arms, exposing his bulging biceps and open at the collar to reveal the inner slopes of his thick pecs.  A heavy gold chain fit snugly around his thick neck.  His slacks looked like Dockers; pleated, with plenty of room but that didn't hide his bubble butt or his thick thighs, or even his bulging crotch if you looked closely enough when he moved.

"Ready?"  he asked.

"Yep."

I was ready, butterflies and all.  Godd, how I wished it was just me and him!

"Let's go see if we can get lucky," he said.

We made the rounds to all three nightclubs, had a drink at each one, and settled on the one with a band and a dance floor.  After a few drinks, Tuck wasn't at all shy about asking women to dance.  He was a good dancer.  Not in the sense that he was good; he was a typical athlete, a little awkward but still with all the right moves to make him look sexy.  Tuck had most of the women in the room breathless, I could tell by the way everyone looked at him every time he walked out on the dance floor with a different woman.  I didn't try to keep up with him but I didn't sit at the table like a wallflower either.  There was no shortage of women, and I had no choice but to ask someone to dance.

She was sitting alone at a table, a striking brunette, a schoolteacher from Denver, traveling with a fellow teacher. Cruise ships seemed to be a haven for schoolteachers wanting to let loose.

"You don't look like any teacher I ever had," I said.

"They didn't give us a mold we were supposed to fit into," she said.

"Well, you wouldn't fit," I said.  "Is that your friend dancing with my friend?" I asked.

"Yes."  She smiled.  "You know, everyone was thinking you guys were gay when you walked in," she said with a smile.

"Why would they make that assumption?"

"Two guys alone...two very good-looking guys."

"What about two very good-looking girls traveling together?" I chided her.

"Touché."

"Besides, being gay doesn't mean you don't like beautiful women," I said.

She tilted her head with a mischievous smile.  "Am I supposed to read something into that?"

I shrugged and smiled.

"You're playing with my head, right?" she said.

I shrugged and smiled again.

At the end of the dance Tuck and his woman, and me and Diane met at the table. It was obvious that as far as Tuck was concerned, we had our catch for the night.  We talked and told jokes and laughed and I got the feeling Tuck was trying to bury some feelings. More power to him. He deserved some happiness on this cruise.  After the next dance Tuck announced that he and Lynette were going for a walk up on deck.  We all knew it was a polite way of saying he was taking her to his cabin.  Which left me alone with Diane, who was no doubt expecting a similar invitation.  We lingered over another drink.

"Are you and Tuck traveling together, sharing a cabin?" she asked.

"Uh...yeah," I lied, with great relief that she'd given me the out I needed.

"Well, then, we can to go my cabin," she offered.

She had me backed in a corner.  I was nervous as hell as I followed her out of the club.  I couldn't believe she was being so bold….practically coming right out and asking me to fuck her.  I didn't know whether I could do it; it'd been a long time, but I was happy that the desire was still there.  I needn't have worried.

Back at her cabin she said she was going to freshen up, which meant a shower.  She came out wearing a transparent negligee with nothing under it, and the old feelings of intimacy with a woman quickly came to the surface.  She was bold and anxious. I let her undress me and enjoyed her compliments about my body and her wide-eyed expression when she revealed my cock.  She stayed on her knees when she took my shorts off of me and began sucking my cock.  I was hard in nothing flat.  She was fingering her pussy at the same time and within a few minutes, she was panting ready. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she was shaved smooth as a baby’s butt.

I urged her to her feet and pulled her tight against me, leaning down to suck her tits. I figured it was something she expected me to do, but she was so hot she seemed to want to get on with it. I eased her back across the bed. I languished in the exquisite feeling that I had long forgotten when I shoved my cock in her, satisfied that she was completely happy with her catch. No brag; I fucked her masterfully, and for that time I could've forgotten that I was gay, except that I kept thinking about Tuck and Lynette, and wishing it were just me and him.  I performed like a stud, much to her satisfaction. She was awed by my staying power, and I was a little surprised at my own performance.  I kept going even after she had her orgasm. In the middle of the second time, thinking of her shaved pussy, I had the sudden, inexplicable desire to go down on her. She had her face buried in the pillow all the way through to her second climax and I left her gasping for air.

"My Godd!  I haven't had a man like you in....well, never," she said when she was finally able to speak.

"I'm trying to remember when I had a woman like you," I said.

"And I thought you were gay!" she exclaimed.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t,” I joked.

“Well, if you are, he’s a damned lucky man,” she said. “I never had any man bring me off like that, and it was the first time I ever had two orgasms.”

“Glad I could oblige,” I said.

I half expected Tuck to drop by my cabin so we could trade notes but he didn't. 

Day Four (Thursday) -- St. Lucia Island 

Tuck was at my door bright and early the next morning.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Last time you asked me that I ended up getting laid," I joked.

"Yeah...me too...big time.  Goddamn, she was one hot teacher! How was yours?"

“Unbelievable. Where were the teachers like that when I was in school?  Hell, she was even shaved.”

“Yeah, so was mine,” he said.

It pained me somewhat to hear him confirm that he'd fucked her but what else did I expect?  And I had fucked her friend.  Actually, that made the bond I felt between us even stronger.

It was quickly obvious why they advertised the jungle trek for the young and athletic, adults only.  We were taken deep into the mountainous rain forest, on foot, where we would be given the challenge of making our way back out on our own.  On the way in, the tour guide explained the trees and plants and various fruits that grew all around us, and about the wild life, including the various species of snakes.  That gave me the willies.

"The routes back out of the jungle are marked, each with different colored flags that you will find attached to the trees," the guide told us.  "We do not tell you which route is longer or shorter or which one is more difficult than the other.  It's up to you which route you want to take, but once you choose, please stay on your own route or you will get lost.  If you take a route that you determine to be too rugged you may come back to the starting point and choose another route."

"At what point do you send in a search party?" someone asked.

"Oh, as soon as we get you started, we go home for the day," the guide said. There was laughter then the guide assured us that they would get us out.  “We don't send you off entirely defenseless.  My assistant will be passing out knives to cut your way through the brush....or if you encounter one of our species of snakes.  Even though you will be on a worn path, the foliage grows very quickly here and your path may be partially grown over in places. Please, do not kill the snakes unless one attacks you."  He sounded very sincere but the way he rolled his eyes around with a wry grin, we knew/hoped he was joking about the snakes.

"One of the routes leads you to a river where you have to swing across.  If you cannot swim I advise you to go back and take another route.  If you can swim, don't worry if you don't make it across on the ropes, its okay to drop into the water.  The stream is about six feet deep and there is very little undercurrent, and there's nothing in the water but small fish.  Of course, you have to be able to swim faster than the piranhas.   If you are not a swimmer do not attempt the swing across.  Do NOT, under any circumstances, stray off the paths.  Those are the routes we take to come in and find you, should that become necessary."

I had to trust that he was joking again about the fish.  Then with a mischievous grin he opened a pack that he carried on his back.

"Now...for those who have the courage, we also provide you with the proper attire for your jungle adventure," he said. He pulled out a soft leather garment that I recognized was a loincloth!  "If you want to get the true feel of the jungle, guys, this is a must.  We also have a two-piece for the ladies."

"If we did have the nerve to wear it, where would we change?" a girl asked.

The guide rolled his eyes again, causing us to laugh.  "Look around you," he said dryly.  "You're in the middle of nowhere."  He laughed.  "Of course you can change in the van."

I saw how Tuck was eyeing one of the girls, obviously hoping that she would take one of the outfits.  If she did, I thought, he would probably want her as his partner instead of me.

The guide went on, more seriously.  "If you wish to wear a loin cloth, please don't be afraid to leave your belongings with us. There has never been an incident where anything was missing.  It stands to reason that we could not continue these tours and make our living if it was reported back to your ship that we stole from you."

I believed him and trusted him.  I looked at Tuck and he looked at me.  I don't know whether it was a dare or a challenge that passed between us but we both took a loincloth.  I mean, if one did, how could the other not? Neither of the other two guys took a loincloth.  I was disappointed and a bit surprised; one of them would’ve looked great in it. The girls tittered but none of them took a jungle outfit. Tuck was visibly disappointed.

"Damn, I was hoping that one girl would wear one of the outfits," he said as we went into the bush to change.

"Yeah, everybody could tell you were," I said.

"Can you imagine being off in the jungle with her?  Damm!" he swore as we shed our clothes.

"Sorry you got stuck with me," I said.  "The way she was looking at you, I think you could still team up with her if you want to," I suggested.

"Yeah, I'm sure her boyfriend would go for that," he scoffed.

I was nervous as a gay boy in a straight men's locker room, watching Tuck undress.  Godd, he was beautiful!  Seeing him naked...well, I prayed I could keep my composure when he took off his shorts.  If I didn't, he didn't seem to notice.  I had to stifle a gasp when he straightened from taking off his shorts.  His cock was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.  He was huge; long and thick and meaty, shit, mouth-watering; all six-plus inches of it.  I watched him struggle to get it, along with his hefty balls, stuffed into the pouch.  He hefted the pouch and stretched it down till it looked reasonably decent.

"Well, that's the best I can do; these things are sure snug and small," he said.

"Don't blame it on the loin cloth," I said jokingly.  At least I hoped I sounded like I was joking. The loincloths were very short, but made with a built-in pouch so everything was safely covered. Covered, but not well concealed.  The way the pouches were made they made everything bunch up and out and the frontal piece barely covered the bulges.

"Okay?"  Tuck asked when he had his on.

"It's okay so long as you don't bust out of it," I joked. "If you do, somebody's liable to mistake it for a snake, and we are going to be carrying knives."  He looked incredible standing there in the thick green of the jungle in nothing but the loincloth and his boots. We brought our clothes back to the tour guide.

"Whew!" one of the girls whistled.

"Hey, Tarzan!"

We were both a little embarrassed at the attention and the catcalls but secretly I was proud and I think Tuck was too.  The way the one girl was looking at Tuck, you could tell she was wishing she could team up with him instead of the guy she was with.  We weren’t given knives.

We had two hours to find our way back to the assembly point before they would send people in to find us.  Neither Tuck nor I wanted the humiliation of having somebody sent into find us. It was a very exciting and even sensuous adventure, made more so by watching the muscular Tuck move through the thick growth.  I purposely let him lead the way so I could stay behind him and watch his butt, which was barley covered by the loin cloth and the cloth was so snug that I could see every muscle in his butt flex when he moved.  I had secret fantasies of Tuck and me living in the jungle together and wearing nothing but a loin cloth, or nothing at all.

Well along the path we came to stopping point where they had placed snacks and water, which they hadn't told us about.

"Do you suppose there really are snakes?" Tuck asked as he wolfed down a bar and washed it down with cool water.

"Look around you," I said.  "If you were a snake, wouldn't you be here?"

“I didn’t need to hear that,” he said.

An hour into the trek, Tuck paused on the path.  "Do you hear what I hear?"

I stopped and listened.  "Water."

"We sure know how to pick a route," he said, "We got the one crossing the river."

Down the path we encountered the newly-wed couple coming back. I thought they would’ve looked great in loincloths.

"Unless you really are Tarzan, don't bother going any farther," the man said.

Of course we considered that a challenge and I was a little embarrassed for the guy, turning around like that with his bride at his side. But they hadn't taken the jungle gear so they were fully clothed in hiking shorts.  Looking at the guy, I think he could have gotten across, but I think he was thinking of his wife.

A hundred yards forward we came to the river.  It was more the size of a creek back home, about a dozen yards across, clear as crystal and running swiftly over the rugged, rocky creek bed.  Tuck didn't hesitate to grab the rope that was tied to a tree.

"If I swing across, do you think you can catch the rope?" he asked.

"I don't know, we can try.  If not, well....."

"Are you a good swimmer?" he asked.

"I'm an excellent swimmer," I said.

He thought for a moment.  "On second thought, if I don't make it, I'll have to drop in the water, and the rope won't be any good to you.  Do you think this rope will hold us both?"

I tugged on it and we both put our weight on it.  It seemed pretty secure.

"Wanta try it together?' he asked.

"If you're game."

"That water looks awfully cold," he said.

Tuck grabbed the rope high up and I wrapped my hands around it just below his.

"Okay, we get a running jump and you wrap your legs around me," he said.

I shivered at the thought of wrapping myself around his muscular body.  We moved back a few yards and took a running jump off the riverbank.  As we became airborne I wrapped my legs around Tuck's body.  I felt wonderfully safe clinging to his hard muscles. We landed without fault on the other side.

"We did it!" Tuck exclaimed excitedly.

"Yeah, we sure did."  I was pretty proud of us, too.

Watching Tuck in the tiny loincloth gave me the chills every time he moved. He was so damned sexy.  I wanted to take him right there on the jungle path, or have him take me.

Another thing the guide didn't tell us was that there was more than one river and the second one was wider than the first.  To get across we would have to swing out to another rope hanging from a tree over the middle of the water and swing the rest of the way to the other bank.

"What do you think, can we make it together again?" Tuck asked.

"Depends on how coordinated we are," I said.

"Well, you seemed pretty coordinated on the basketball court," he said.

"I'm game to try it," I told him.  "What's the worst that can happen?"

"They'll be sending our bones back after the piranhas get done with us," he said.

"Face it, you'll make a wonderful feast, "I joked. Maybe it was the wrong thing to say, but it just came out.

We used the rope together, as before, and we managed to grab the second rope mid-stream but hard as we tried we couldn't get enough momentum to swing all the way to the other side.  We clung hopelessly to the rope as we swung back and forth over the water several times, narrowing more and more over the center of the river.

"You said you're a good swimmer, right?"  Tuck said.

"Yeah."

Finally, we let go of the rope and went plunging into the cold stream. Tuck and I both let out a yowl that told the rest of the troupe that we had dunked.  We swam hard against the current to the other side.  I reached the creek bank first. Tuck looked even more incredibly sexy as he came out of the stream, water streaking down his tanned muscles, and his loincloth soaked and clinging to the bulge of his manhood and his tight butt.

"Damn, that was cold," he said.

“It wouldn't be so bad if the sun could get through with a little warmth," I said.

“You are a good swimmer,” he remarked.

“Thanks.  Captain of the swim team.”

“I would’ve thought you’re too big and muscular to be a swimmer,” he said.

I was glad he’d noticed.

There were few obstacles in our way for the rest of the journey; it was just a matter of making our way along the narrow path that led around and back to the end. With the rough trek and our setback over the second river, we came out of the jungle last, to the applause of our cohorts and the driver and the tour guide.

"Hey, you guys made it!" the new groom exclaimed as he shook our hands. "You got wet, I see, but you made it."

"You were smart to turn around," Tuck said.  "There was another river, wider than the first, and that's where we dunked."

Our loincloths were still dripping wet, water running down our legs.  The guide gave us each a towel to dry off and told us we could get dressed and that we could keep the loincloths since we had taken the most difficult route and came out on our own.

"And because you had the nerve to wear those things in the first place," she said. "Now, if anyone wants pictures, I have my camera.  They cost five dollars for three photos and they will be delivered to your cabin."

Tuck and I readily posed for pictures, as did some of the others.

"I want a picture of those guys," the new bride said.

I swear, I think Tuck could have taken her away from the guy if he half tried.  We posed again for pictures for her and then the group posed together.  Tuck and I, being gentlemen, moved behind the others but they insisted that we be in front.

Tuck and I went into the bush to change into our clothes and dry off then our group headed back to the ship. Walking past the dockside shops we passed by a tattoo parlor.  Well past it, Tuck stopped and turned around and went back.  I went back too, standing beside him at the window.

"You know what?"

"You're not going to do it," I said.

"I need something permanent to remind me of this cruise," he said. "How about you, are you game?"

"I don't need a tattoo to make me remember the cruise," I said. Then I added, "But I'll do it if you will."  I must have been out of my mind!

We went inside.

"Ahh, two more brave souls," the man greeted us.  He was young, about thirty, good-looking, with a neatly trimmed beard, wearing a denim shirt with the sleeves cut off, showing off well-developed arms.  He sounded American.  "If you didn't find what you want in the window, there are plenty more over here," he said, pointing to a wall with swinging panels with hundreds of designs. “Or, I can customize a design for you.”

I spotted the one I wanted right away.  Tuck took longer.

"While you're deciding, keep in mind where you're going to put it," the man said.  He pointed to the barbed-wire design.  "This one, for example, looks better around your bicep or the upper thigh.  Not good around the waist or the chest.  I make more money on the more elaborate designs but personally, I prefer smaller ones."

Tuck kept looking.  "I've found a dozen I like," he said.

"You're not the type," the man said.  "You've got too good a body to ruin it with full-body art."

"This one," Tuck said, finally, pointing to a small design of a crawling panther.

"That's a really popular one," the man said.  "Now, where do you want me to put it?  It goes well on your arm, like the panther is crawling up your arm."

"How about my butt?"  Tuck asked.

The man glanced down at him with a smile.  "It would look great on one side of your butt," he said.

"Okay. That’s where I want it."

"How about you?" he asked me.

"This one."

"Just Do It!  Okay, who goes first?"

Tuck volunteered to go first.  I went into the back with him.  I wanted to watch if he didn’t object.

"Okay, its better if you take off your shorts and pants," the man said.

Tuck stripped his bottom half without hesitation.  The man turned back with the design template and needles and sat down on a stool.  "Ahh, this is going to be easy.  You've got a great butt, good and tight and smooth," he said squeezing Tuck's butt muscles.  "Not that I'm gay or anything, I'm just saying that it's easier to do a guy with a good solid butt than a soft, flabby one."

Yes, Tuck had a great butt all right. I watched as the design took shape.  I just wished Tuck didn't wince so much.  He was giving me the jitters.

"How about you, where do you want yours?" the man asked me.

"On my butt," I said.

The guy blinked and smiled but didn't say anything.  Tuck's tattoo looked great.  The panther was about five inches long and it looked like it was crawling up over his butt, about to climb up his back.

"How's it look?" Tuck asked.

"Great," I said.

"It looks great," the man agreed as he held a big mirror out so Tuck could see it.  "You've got a perfect butt for it.  For any design, actually.  You could wear a tattoo anywhere.  Either one of you could.  Tattoos always look better on a guy with muscles." He motioned to me.

I stripped off my jeans and shorts, ready for the pain and punishment.  The man smoothed his hand around my butt and squeezed the muscle.  "Yes, very nice. This is going to be a snap," he said.  "Just Do It!...which side do you want `em to do it on?" he asked.

Tuck laughed and so did I.  "Left side."  I was surprised and pleased that Tuck hung around to watch. I was glad I hadn't gotten a large design.  I wanted it to be finished.  When it was done he showed me in the mirror.  "Okay.  It looks good," I said.

"I like it," Tuck said.

"I think I would be careful who I walk in front of with Just Do It! tattooed on my butt," the man joked.

We all got a good laugh.  Deep down, I was hoping Tuck got the full meaning of it.

"Are you guys brothers?" the man asked.

"No, just ship-mates," Tuck said.

I think the guy was asking, without asking, if we were gay lovers.

"It would be great for each of you to have the same tattoo," he remarked.

Neither of us had thought of that but I was now.  I was surprised Tuck would go for it, but he was obviously thinking about it, too.

"Well, which one of us is going to have another one done? It would be easier if you had mine,” I said.

"Huh-uh," he said.  "I'm not walking around a locker room with a Just Do It! tattoo on my butt.  Besides, you didn't endure any pain with that one. You get the panther. I want to see you suffer."

"You would look great with a panther," the man said.

I agreed to it, reluctantly.  It would be worth any amount of pain to have a tattoo just like Tuck's, and in the same place. If I never saw him again, we would always have that in common.

"Okay, strip the bottom half again," the man said.

I took off my shorts and briefs and stood naked. Tuck stayed and watched again as I had done him. The panther was a challenge and a test of my manhood.

“Why the hell would anybody do this?” I remarked between winces.

"See that big snake design?" the man said, pointing his needle to the panel.  "I put that one on a guy's butt.  He wanted it crawling right up inside his ass."

"Damn, that must have been painful," I said, wincing from the story more than my own pain.

"He was pretty much out of it, I don't think he felt much," the man said.  "I put this panther on a guy's dick one time."

"Shit, he must've been hung!" Tuck blurted.

"We have a smaller version," the man said. “But he was easy to work with.”

"I wish I'd thought of that," Tuck said.  "That'd look mean as hell, having a panther crawling up your cock."

"I can do it for you," the man said. “With your size, you would be easy to work with.”

"No, thanks."

"How about you?" he asked me.

"I'll be lucky to survive this," I said.

When he was done, Tuck took a closer look.

"How's it look?" I asked him.

"It looks great," he said.

"No, how does the tattoo look?" I asked.

Tuck got a laugh out of it.

"You guys are going to be sore for awhile, just like any other abrasion," the man said. 

When we started to pay him, Tuck said,  "I think we ought to get a discount since we both had such great butts that made it easier for you."

"I could offer you a discount but I would have to lock up for awhile,” he said with a knowing smile.

Tuck didn’t press it.  We paid him in cash and left.

We got back from the jungle trek and the tattoo parlor just in time for a quick bite of lunch on the ship.  We both sat rather gingerly.

"Ready for the beach?" Tuck asked as we were finishing eating.

"After what we just did I could use a few hours relaxing in the sun," I said.

"It was fun, though, wasn't it?"

"It was great. I can't believe we did it.  I can hardly wait to

see the pictures from the jungle."

"Can you believe that woman asked for pictures of us with her husband standing right there?" he said.

“The way she was looking at you, I think she would’ve left the guy and went off with you in the jungle,” I said.

Tuck laughed, and a grin lingered, with a twinkle in his eyes.  "Look.…before you decide to come along to the beach.... well, there's something you should know.  It's a nude beach."

"Sounds like a LOT of fun," I said.

"Well, then, let's go get changed."

I wasn’t completely sure about getting naked in front of a boatload of people so I slipped on a swimsuit under my shorts, just in case I chickened out. I went up to Tuck's cabin at the appointed time. He cracked his door then opened it when he saw it was me. He wasn't ready to go. He was naked, which left me breathless.  I had seen him naked in the jungle but it was different in the intimacy of his cabin with no one else around.

A lesser man would have been on his knees begging but I restrained myself; but with the resolve that I would initiate a plan even though I hadn't thought of one. His body deserved his manhood; he had the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen; long and thick and veiny and meaty, with a generous collar hugging the rim of the wide head, showing good potential.  It was beautiful!  I had to tear my eyes away from it.

"Are you ready for this adventure?" he asked as he laid out the clothes he was going to wear.

"Ready as I’ll ever be. I've never been to a nude beach," I said.

"Me either."

"Well, you're going to cause a riot at the beach," I said, nodding to his nakedness.

He laughed and gave me a suspicious look.  I could tell right away that he had guessed my secret.  "Don't tell me...you're wearing a swim suit, aren't you?"

I almost blushed. "Guilty."

"Huh-uh.  Take it off," he said.

"I can take it off at the beach," I said.

"Huh-uh, take it off here.  If you wear it, you'll wear it,"

With no argument, and happy that he wanted me to, I took off my shorts and then my swimsuit. "Toss it over there, you can get it when you get back," he said.  He looked at me.  "You're going to cause quite a stir yourself."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"As did I."

“What about the tattoos?” I said.

“I don’t know….maybe the sun would make them heal faster,” he said.

“Well, the guy didn’t tell us to stay out of the sun,” I said.

Tuck seemed to be coming out of his shell after the jungle and he was downright excited about going to the beach.  I was happy that I might have had something to do with that.  He was talkative and laughed a lot and I loved watching him and listening to him.

When the catamaran set sail the first mate took the mike. "Welcome aboard the Lucky Star. It will be an hour and twenty minutes to the island. During that time we want you to start shedding your inhibitions so you will enjoy yourself to the fullest when we arrive.  Well, maybe not the fullest.  The island is a Dutch island and is uninhabited. It is used for the pleasure of people like yourselves and for private parties.  Going nude is optional of course, but we encourage you to enjoy this opportunity; after all, that's why you signed on.  Picture taking is not allowed without the person's permission." He paused, holding the mike down as if to gather his thoughts and I saw a wry grin come across his face.  "I know you're wondering....you guys, and you gals.…well, all know that it has happened to all of you guys at one time or other, that nature will rear her erotic head at the most inopportune moment. There are no inopportune moments on this excursion. It invariably and quite naturally happens on the island.  We don't feel it's anything to be ashamed of.  No one should be offended, but if you feel the need, simply lie on your stomach.  Please, do not attempt to do anything about it, guys!"

There was laughter all around the boat.  I thought, if Tuck got a hardon, there really was going to be a riot.

"There are snacks, rum punch and bottled water on the trip out," the man continued.  "Rum punch and snacks will be served on the trip back as well. For those of you who want to get into the swing of things, you are welcome to strip down and enjoy the ocean breeze.  Please, don't be shy, and don't anyone be offended.  If you are offended or shy, then you caught the wrong boat. Unfortunately, we can't take you back.  So enjoy.  But not too much.  I am required to remind you that there is no sex on the beach.  Sex-on-the-beach is a drink we will serve you on the way back so you can say you had it.  Oh, one more thing.  You are advised to use sunscreen in all the appropriate places that perhaps have not been exposed to the sun all that much."

A couple of guys and girls started taking off their clothes right away.  The girls weren't bad, except for a couple of pounds, and the guys were pretty average and pasty looking.  The girls did have nice tits but the guys were nothing to write home about.  Still I had to admire their courage. Tuck and I looked at each other.  I was thinking if those two guys could do it, we sure as hell could.  But Tuck declined.

"I'll save it for the island, and maybe the trip back," he said. 

Actually, I think he felt a little self-conscious about taking his clothes off in front of the two guys who had already stripped.  Perhaps it was ego, but the comparison would have been devastating and I think he didn't want to embarrass the guys by revealing his muscular body.

We both stretched out on our stomachs on the netting and watched the ocean roll under us.  Even as many gay clubs as I'd been in, I felt a little self conscious about the prospect of stripping down on the open beach.  Maybe because I would be doing it in front of Tuck.  I had it all over the two guys who had already stripped down but with Tuck and I being together, I knew I would be compared to him as well. But I had no choice.

On the island Tuck showed no inhibitions at all.  I watched him taking off his clothes, revealing his magnificent body and looked around to see if anyone else was watching.  It seemed that a lot of the people had stayed in close proximity to the spot that Tuck and I had chosen, although I noticed that the two male exhibitionists had led their women off a good distance.  All eyes were on us and most stayed glued to Tuck as he got completely naked.

"Are you going to do it?' he asked as he flung a towel out to lie on.

"Yes, I was just watching everyone watching you."

"Well, I guess that's what we're here for," he said.

I stripped off my clothes under the watchful eyes of the same audience, thinking of my swimsuit that Tuck made me take off back in his cabin. He was right, if I'd worn it, I would've worn it.  I was surprised that Tuck watched me as intently as any of the others.  When I was naked we sat on the towels in the hot sun.

Tuck laughed.  "This was supposed to be my wife doing this with me, I can't believe I'm here on a nude beach with another guy."  There was nothing suggestive in his remark; it was simply a casual observation which seemed wryly amusing to him at that moment.

"Well you take what you can get," I said sourly.

Tuck was nicely tanned except around his middle and as we were advised, he put suntan lotion there. I almost gasped as he rubbed the stuff all over his cock and balls, and wondered how he kept from getting a hardon.  Then suddenly he pulled his hands away, as if he'd touched a hot stove. "Gotta stop doing that!" he joked, handing me the bottle.  "Hey would you think I'm weird if I asked you to put lotion on my back? I'll do yours," he said.

I was only too happy to oblige but I was so surprised at his request that I must have hesitated.

"Hey, it's not like I asked you to put the stuff on my balls," he joked.

He stretched out on the towel and I fought down a hardon as I applied the lotion to his smooth, hard muscles. His muscles felt good to the touch.  Too good.  I had a difficult time keeping my hands from trailing down over his tight, gorgeous butt where he had already put lotion. I had to force myself to stop just at the small of his back. I put lotion on my cock and balls. I tried to keep my mind occupied and keep talking as I fought down the tingling between my legs.  When I was finished with Tuck I handed the bottle of lotion to him and stretched out on my stomach. His hands felt good on my muscles, too.  I was quite surprised that he went so low on my back, his fingers trailing along the sharp upward curvature of my butt, lower than I had gone on him, very gently as he got close to the tattoo. I was glad I was lying on my stomach. When he was finished he stretched out on his stomach to soak up the tropical sun.  I stretched out beside him.  I couldn't recall being so happy and content.

"Damn, this feels good, especially being completely naked," he said. "Can you imagine living down here?"

"Easy," I said.  Especially with you, I thought.

"Hell, maybe I'll think about moving here," he said. "There's nothing holding me anywhere else now."

"You're going back to college, aren't you?" I asked.

"They have colleges down here."

There was a quiet time with only the lapping of the waves and the sea gulls, then Tuck suddenly pushed himself up and turned over on his back. "Stupid bitch," he muttered under his breath, more to the wind than to me.

"What?"

"I don't understand why she dumped me."

"I find that hard to understand myself," I said.  "But try not to be bitter; she said she would tell you sometime."

Tuck went into seclusion under his old baseball cap and was quiet again. I assumed he was thinking about his almost-bride and I left him to his solitude.  A short time later, a lean-built guy, about forty, with a leathery, all-over tan stopped in front of us with his camera.  Tuck had his cap over his face so he didn't notice people strolling by so slowly to look at us.

"Do you mind?" he asked quietly and politely with a wave of his hand toward us.

"I don't, but I think he's asleep," I said.

Tuck tilted his cap and lifted his head.

"Someone wants to take your picture," I told him.

"Both of you," the man said.  "I need your permission."

Tuck blinked his eyes against the sun. "I don't care if you don't," he said.  Then he propped himself up on his elbows and tightened his abs for the man to take several pictures.

"Damn, you guys are awesome,” he said. “Would it be all right...you're so impressive...if I get some close-ups?" the man asked.

Tuck shrugged and arched his brow and said,  "Knock yourself out, man."

I was so pleased with the way Tuck was treating the guy.  The man squatted down and leaned in close to get pictures of Tuck's manhood, then mine.

"Now could I impose on you one more time and ask you to turn over?" he asked Tuck as he straightened.  "It was impossible not to notice what a terrific butts you have and that panther crawling around it is very intriguing.  You, stay just like that, if you will," he said to me.  "Not that you don't have a great butt, I just want that pose."

With a frowning smile, Tuck turned over and let the guy take some more shots of him from behind.  He even flexed his butt muscles for him.

"Oh. Yes, that's good," the man said.  "That's a great tattoo. I love the way the animal moves when you flex your butt muscles.”

Yeah, so did I.

"He’s got one just like it, and should see his other tattoo," Tuck said.

“You wanta turn over for me?” he said to me.

I turned onto my stomach and stuck my butt for the guy, flexing the muscles like Tuck did. 

“That is awesome; Just Do It! on one side and the panther on the other,” he said. He took us in several other poses. I half expected the guy to ask Tuck to get a hardon for him but he didn't. He thanked us profusely as he left.

Tuck laughed as the man walked off.  "It must be the salt-sea air," he said. "If anybody tried that back home I would punch his lights out."

Another guy and a couple of girls saw it all and came over to ask if they could take pictures, too.

"Your fans approach," I said quietly as I saw them coming toward us with their cameras.

When the two girls had taken our pictures from the front they asked us to turn over so they could take pictures of our butts. Again, we obliged and flexed our butt muscles hard for their pictures.

"Ohhhh, you were right," one of the girls said, giggling.  "They do have a bodybuilders’ butts."

Then they asked us both to stand up for a couple of poses together, posing front and back.

"Oh my, nobody's going to believe this back home," the other girl exclaimed.

"That why we need pictures," her friend said laughing.  "I hope you guys don't mind but I'm going to make up stories about you to tell back home," she said.

Tuck laughed with them and even hugged them back when they tried to give him a friendly kiss. I thought the girls were going to go into orgasms when he did that.

"If you'll give me your address, I'll send you copies," one girl said.

Tuck thought about it but then told them his cabin number instead.

"Oh, Darn!  We're on another ship."

But Tuck didn't offer them his address and neither did I.

"I told you, you were going to cause a stir," I said when the girls had left.

"No, you said I would cause a riot.  I think people are behaving very well. But we need a sign saying No More Pictures."

"Hey, it's not their fault you've got such a great looking ass," I joked.

“They were just as interested in yours,” he said.

It was easy to understand why everybody went ga-ga over Tuck, what with his good looks and terrific body and big, thick cock that draped over his big balls. I wished I'd brought my own camera. Tuck did doze off which gave me the opportunity to lie there on my side and gaze at him.  I grew hungry for him.  No, I became ravenous; hell, my mouth was watering just looking at him.  Wouldn't it be wonderful, I thought, if we could be stranded out here alone for the night? I wondered if it could be arranged. Or maybe we could miss the boat.  I even conjured up scenarios where I would distract him till the catamaran took off so we would be left behind, but quickly dismissed them and left to go get cold drinks.

Walking alone, I attracted my own share of attention.  I was even asked to stop and pose for pictures a couple of times. My Just Do It! tattoo was as bit a hit as the panther.  I stopped at the giggling of two women I’d passed and turned around.

“Oh, we’re sorry, but you’ve got the finest looking butt, and we were just watching, when you walk, it looks like that panther is trying to climb up your back.”

“Oh, I guess I didn’t know that,” I said with a smile. 

When I returned, Tuck was sitting up with his knees cocked up and arms crossed over his knees, talking to a gorgeous babe.  His big cock draped over his balls, onto the towel and I didn't see how she could keep her eyes up.

"I didn't know we had company or I would've brought three drinks," I said.

Tuck took his and offered it to her.  "Want a sip of mine?"

"That's very kind of you but no thanks."  She looked up at me.  "I didn't mean to intrude.  I just had to come over and tell your friend how gorgeous you both are."

"Well, thanks," I said with a broad grin as I squatted down beside them.  It was excellent for her to say so, even though she made me feel a bit competitive.  I saw her glance at my cock, hanging nearly to the towel and my first thought was, wouldn't it be exciting if Tuck and I could fuck her at the same time. "You are very beautiful yourself," I told her.

"Thank you. I work in a gym and I know how hard people work to get bodies to like yours and I think it's only right to compliment when there's an opportunity. I think it's so wonderful to be able to come here and shed all inhibitions along with your clothes.  I wouldn't dream of walking up to a guy back home and telling him he was beautiful."

"Especially a man with no clothes on," I joked.  I didn't know what had gotten into me; I sounded almost giddy.  I was no great lover of women but I did admire a well-built female body and this one had it all. It was as if Tuck could read my mind.

"Don't get excited, stud, she's with her," Tuck told me in a kindly tone, nodding to a shapely blonde lying on a blanket nearby.

"Oh."  I said, feeling rather foolish.  I would never have guessed she was with another woman.  But then, I was with another man. "I was only admiring," I lied.

"Yes, save your excitement for each other," the girl said.

I looked at Tuck. There was laughter in his eye. "Uhhh.... we're just together, not like you’re together….just friends," he said.

"That's even better," she said happily.

"No, we're JUST friends," I said.

"I know, and that's what makes it so great, that two straight guys can come out here together."  She eyed us both.  "I have to say, you two almost make a girl want to switch back to men."

"Do you want my cabin number, in case?" Tuck asked.

"No.  Well, yes, I would, but no...."  She nodded toward the blonde.  "There's sort of a commitment," she said.

"You could bring her along," I offered boldly.

"She wouldn't go for that.  She's dyed-in-the-wool, whereas I am a recent convert.  She doesn't even find you two attractive."

"Wow! She is hopeless, then," I joked.

"Are you models?"  Tuck asked.

"No, my goodness, no," she replied, laughing.  "We're school teachers.  High school.  I teach language; Spanish and English.  Tara is a math teacher and we both double as physical education teachers, which should come as no surprise."

"Damn, where were you when I was in high school," I lamented.

She smiled.  "It might interest you to know that our Phys Ed classes ARE co-ed," she said.

"Ohhh," Tuck moaned, pounding his head with the palm of his hand.  "Born five years too soon. Hey, where do you teach, I need to go back for that Spanish class I flunked when I was in school.”

It was a pleasure to watch her laugh with her sumptuous tits jiggling.

"Well, I need to get back." she said as she stood up.

Tuck stood up too, as a polite gesture, after a couple of seconds of staring at her pussy. The woman's eyes fell immediately to his manhood swinging out from his loins....so did mine….and I saw the longing in Tuck's eyes.  He really wanted this woman. And I think she wanted him.  I watched to see if he was going to start getting hard.  Not yet.

"At least a good-bye hug, teach?" Tuck asked with a boyish smile.

"Of course."  She stepped in and smashed her perfect ten, naked body against Tuck's perfect ten naked body and they embraced for what seemed like a very long time although it was only for a few seconds.  I glanced at the other woman but she wasn't looking our way.  Tuck gave her a quick, friendly kiss as they were parting and I saw the longing in her eyes again.  I let my eyes rake over her perfect ten as well, before I looked back at Tuck.  His cock had begun to fluff out.

"I gotta quit doing that; hugging naked women," he joked as sat back down with his knees cocked up.

"The whole world was watching with great expectations," I said.

"Geezusss!  I just keep on having shitty luck," Tuck said. He shook his head, laughing.  "First, I get dumped then, can you believe it, we meet two gorgeous babes on a nude beach and they turn out to be lesbians.  I'm not even going to tell anybody back home about this."

"About the lesbians or about coming to a nude beach with another guy?"

"Neither. Geezuss, would you look at this," he said, looking down at himself.  He was getting hard. His cock was alive and lifting upward with steady pulsations.  It was cruel but I couldn't help laughing.

"Well, what the hell do you expect, the way you've been acting?" I said.  I felt comfortable, since he pointed it out, watching his cock growing bigger and bigger and slowly lifting out of its curve.

"I don't know whether to run down to the water or lay on it," he said.

"Lying on it in this warm sand, it'll probably think it's a pussy.  But going in the water seems a cruel thing to do," I chided him.

"Fuck you," he said, laughing.

"Sorry, the man said no sex on the beach," I reminded him.

"I gotta get rid of this thing," he said, and jumped up and headed for the water.  "You coming with me?"

"If you don't think people will get ideas, that I’m chasing a guy with a hardon," I quipped.

I stood back for a second and watched. Not Tuck...well, yeah, Tuck's beautiful ass as he headed for the beach...but more, I watched the others.  People sat up, gaping, wide-eyed.  A few reached for their cameras without asking Tuck's permission.  I ran to catch up with him.  But first I stopped by the two girls.

"By the way, what ship are you on.  Maybe we could all have dinner together."

"The Light House," she replied.  Her friend never looked up.

"Damn, wrong ship," I said. I guess I was sort of relieved but at least I could tell Tuck I'd asked.   I ran to catch up with him. We swam for a while, playful as two dolphins.

"Has that thing gone down yet?" I asked.

"Getting there," he said.

"I don't know what you're getting all uptight about.  Hell, it's a nude beach.  If I had what you've got I would be strutting around showing it off, even letting people take pictures."  But Tuck didn't see the humor.

We had an all-eyes audience when we came out of the water, people watching to see if Tuck had lost his hardon.  It'd gone down but it didn't shrink up all that much even in the cold water.  I held back from a little so I could watch the panther climbing around the side of his butt. 

“You should see this,” I said, following a couple of paces behind him.

“What?” he asked, glancing around.  “Man, you’re ogling my butt on a nude beach?”

“Everybody’s ogling your butt,” I said.  “A couple of women pointed it out to me when I went to get drinks….when you walk, the panther looks like it’s trying to climb up your back.”     

“Oh.”  He tried to look over his shoulder and see.

“You can’t see yours, you’ll have to watch me when I walk,” I said.

We went back to our towels and stretched out to dry off but one of the crew came around to announce that it was nearing time to head back to the ship.

"I now you all hate to leave but if you want, you can sail back just as you are," he said. "That gives the crew a chance to ogle all of you gorgeous people."

"Are you going to?" I asked Tuck.

"Sure, why not?  It's not like they haven't already seen us naked."

We attracted a lot of attention going back to the catamaran.  Everyone commented on our tattoos which, I thought, was their excuse to be looking at us naked.  I didn't mind, and neither did Tuck. We even posed for more pictures.  Tuck and I got our places back on the netting and stretched out for the trip back, our cocks hung down through the netting.  But a deck hand advised us otherwise.  He stepped between us and squatted down, with two towels for us.

"Gentlemen, I have to advise against lying on the netting with it hanging. Some fish might mistake it for bait," he said.

We raised up and tucked our cocks safely under us.  We overheard several remarks about our butts and heard somebody talking quietly about Tuck getting a hardon on the beach.

"Are you hearing this?" I said quietly.

"Yeah." But he took it stride and shrugged it off.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed your stay on the island.  Did you enjoy the scenery?"

There was a resounding YES.

"Well, I must say, there is some exceptional scenery on this excursion.  I hope you all brought your cameras and got some great pictures of the natural beauty on the island. Now, since you weren't allowed to have sex-on-the-beach, you can have it now….drinks, that is. There is also rum punch and snacks; feel free to indulge yourselves. The trip back will be a little more casual, about two hours."

"Are you going to get anything to eat," I asked

"No."

"Do you want me to get you something?"

"If you want to."

I chuckled.  "You don't want to get up and wall back to the galley."

"Its rare, but sometimes I get a little self-conscious and tired of being a public spectacle," he said.

I laughed again.  "I'm sorry but it's hard for the rest of us to sympathize or understand how anybody who looks like you can get tired of the admiration and attention."

"What do you mean, the rest of us?  You make your way to the galley and see what kind of admiration and attention you get.  Go on, I wanta watch.  And, hey, would you get me one of those sex-on-the beach things?"

"Now you tell me; hell, we were ON the beach, didn't you read my butt?" I joked. I shoved myself back off the netting and made my way to the galley.  It was impossible not to brush against other naked people and I got a couple of not-so-accidental gropes.  If the trip were a few hours longer, I thought the boat might turn into an orgy.  I got us something to eat and drink and headed back.

"So, how'd I do," I asked.

"Every eye on the boat was following you," he said.  "Even the two babes.”

"You find it very difficult to call them lesbians, don't you?'  I chided him.

"It's just so sad," he said.

"The one you were talking to, I think she would sneak off to your cabin with very little encouragement," I told him.

"I'm not so sure," he said.

"Well, I asked her, but they're on a different ship."

"You did?" he said, sounding surprised.

"The line between gay and straight gets fuzzy when you see somebody who looks like you or her.  It wouldn't take much for her to cross that line."

Tuck set his empty cup aside and stretched out again.

"Tell me, why are some people privileged to live like this and the rest of us poor slobs have to go back to civilization?" he asked.

"Fate," I said.

We lay together in quiet solitude, oblivious of others on the catamaran, and dozed. We were awakened by a crewmember who said it was time to start getting dressed.  Tuck and I raised up and stepped back onto the deck, to the applause of some of the passengers.  I turned to Tuck, red-faced. He didn't know what to make of it either.

"Just showing our appreciation for the wonderful scenery," a woman said.  "Do you mind terribly if we take pictures before you cover all of that up?"

"Knock yourself out, lady," Tuck said.  He looked at me. "How come your face is turning red. I thought you loved the attention," he said.

Suddenly I jumped...so did Tuck...when a woman came up and grabbed our butts.  We jumped but we didn't move away.

"I just had to get a feel of this before you cover it up," she said.  "Would do me a favor and flex your butt muscles?  I wanta see those panthers climb."

We stood there side by side, feeling rather foolish, and flexed our butt muscles for her and the others.  I heard a lot of cameras click.

The catamaran docked with barely in time to get us back.

"I feel like I've been on a photo shoot," Tuck said as we were walking up the gangway.

We went to Tuck's cabin so I could retrieve my swimsuit.  As I started to leave, he asked.  "I'm eating in the Windjammer tonight.  Do you want to join me?  I’d like to skip the formal shit for a night."

"Yes, I would like that," I said.

I was still on a cloud when I made my way down to the Windjammer. Tuck was waiting at a table overlooking the ocean. Conversation became easier over dinner.

"I'm glad we met up," Tuck said.  "It's like we're old friends.  I guess we will be by the time the cruise is over."

"I don't think you can get much friendlier than going to a nude beach together," I said, laughing.

"Yeah, there is something about a nude beach that tends to bring people closer," he said. "Those people wouldn't be applauding two naked guys back home.  And the way that babe came up to us, just to talk and pay us a compliment.  There was a feeling of absolute freedom out there."

"Hey, stupid, she wasn't paying you a compliment.  She was hot for your body," I said.

"It was funny, her thinking we were together," Tuck said.

Yeah, I thought....funny.

"I don't think we convinced her we weren't," I said.

"And how about the woman who wanted to feel our butts?" he said, laughing.

Tuck wanted us to go swimming in the big pool after we ate.  I was only too happy to join him.  It was as if he wanted to be with someone, and I was glad it was me.  I liked the attention we got, too, with Tuck in his bright yellow bikini suit.  He got a lot of looks and second looks and no wonder, the way he filled the suit out. I had been pondering the possibility of making a move. I didn’t have a lot of time. It was after all, Thursday night and if I didn't have a plan soon, all could be lost. I had to find a way to keep me and Tuck together. I decided to make my move after we were done swimming.  We would come to my room first on the way back from the pool and I would invite him in.

We climbed out of the pool and wrapped towels around ourselves to go back to our cabins.  We/he got a lot more looks as we made our way down the hallway and onto the elevator.  We met up with the two women from the beach who had taken pictures of us; not the lesbians.

"We were hoping we would see you again" one of them said. "If you want to give us your address we'll send you copies of the pictures we took. You can show them to your girlfriends back home."  She held out a pad and pen. Tuck was hesitant but I reached for the pad and pen.

"How am I going to explain who took them?" I joked as I wrote down my address and thanked her.

"You might be leaving yourself wide open for harassment," Tuck warned me when the girls were off the elevator.

"Would I mind?" I quipped in a macho way.

At my cabin, I asked, "Do you want to come in for a little bit?"

"Sure, might as well."

I made us drinks and Tuck slid the balcony door back. "Okay if we go out on the balcony?" he asked.

"That's where I was headed," I said.

"It's an awesome sight, isn't it?" he said as I came out on the balcony and handed him his drink.

"Yeah...yeah, it sure is," I said.  He didn't catch that I was

talking about him. So, there we were, the ship underway, the two of us in our swimsuits, leaning over the rail, gazing out at the black, moonlit sea. Tuck didn't say anything.  His gaze seemed intent as he sipped his drink. Suddenly he turned his head away. 

"Dammit!" he swore softly, and I thought his voice broke.

"Tuck?" I said gently.

"She was supposed to be here with me for all of this," he said in a hoarse voice.

"I'm sorry," I said.  "I really am.  If there was anything I could do….."

He waved me off. "It's okay, I'll get over it."  He turned to me then.  "I gotta tell you, buddy, you've made it easier."

"I'm glad.  I don't know how, but I'm glad."

"Just by being on this ship at the same time I am.  And befriending me."

"You would have been befriended by somebody anyway.  You seemed alone,"  I said with a shrug.

"Was I that pitiful?" he asked with a grin.

"I wouldn't say pitiful.  But a man very much alone."

"I was a man very much alone.  I was beginning to regret even coming on the cruise.  I think I was working to have a good time till I met up with you."

"I've enjoyed it, too," I said.

There was a silence that I used to gather my courage.  It was now or possibly never.  There might not be another chance like this.  I had purposely held my drink in my left hand so my hand wouldn't be cold if I found the guts to reach out.  Tuck lit the flame under me when he reached down and tugged at his swimsuit.

"This thing is starting to get uncomfortable," he said.

"I think you look good in it," I said. "So did a lot of other people.  Not quite as good as you did at the beach, though."  I paused for a short moment as I took in a quiet, deep breath then I reached down and touched side of his swimsuit.  When he didn't move I bravely reached over and brushed my hand over the front of his suit.  He started but when he didn't move away from me I gently squeezed the pouch of his suit.  "I was afraid you wouldn't let me do that," I said.

"Why not?” he said with a shrug.

I was a little disappointed at his lack of enthusiasm but I couldn’t complain. We both kept gazing out over the ocean. I had moved my hand away but now I moved it back. 

"When did you first know that I wanted to?" I asked as I gently massaged the bulge of his suit.

"Just now, when you reached out," he said.

"I tried not to give myself away too early in the game."

"You didn't give yourself away at all," he said. "Although I admit I was a little suspicious when you got that Just Do It! tattoo put on your butt," he added, laughing.

"I was afraid I might have raised some suspicion, in the jungle, and especially out at the beach."

"I didn't really suspect anything; it was more wondering, in the back of my mind, the way you looked at me a few times."

I felt him up some more and he seemed to welcome it, pressing his manhood into my hand.

"You haven't started something you can't finish, have you?" he asked. "I mean, this isn't your first time, too."

"I never start anything I can't finish," I replied.

"I'm glad. I'm desperate, you know," he said with a lopsided grin.

"I just know you looked very lonely.  I never thought of you as desperate.”  I ran my hand back and forth over the big hardening lump of his cock.  It reached way out to his hip by now.  When I tried to slip my and down inside his suit Tuck tugged it down in front and let his cock swing free out over his balls. It swung out and hit the railing; it must have hurt. I cupped his balls first. They were big and heavy. I wrapped my hand around his cock but my fingers wouldn't reach all the way around it. I hefted the weight of it and trailed my fingers up and down the length of it several times, as if to guess its size.

"Godd, I saw it on the beach but it feels even bigger than it looked.  How big is it?"

"Ten-plus inches," he replied matter-of-factly.

I squeezed it a few times then cupped his balls again.

"Can we go inside?" Tuck asked in an anxious tone.

"You said your suit is uncomfortable; let's take it off."  I handed him my drink and slowly knelt down in front of him.  I wrapped my hands around his taut butt and urged him toward me so I was face to face with the biggest, most beautiful cock I'd ever seen.  He took a stance as if to move inside but I remained on my knees with a grip on his hips. I wet my lips and slid them over the head of his cock and took about half of it in my mouth.

"Ohhhhh, Godddddd!"  he groaned aloud.

I sucked for a moment as I pulled his suit off of him and tossed it aside. He moaned the whole time, squeezing the railing so hard his knuckles were white. If there was anyone on the balconies on either side of us they could hear. I didn't care.

"I think we'd better go inside and close the door, you're going to have me screaming in about a minute," he said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

"Nobody would hear you except the fish," I said, but Tuck was already going into the cabin.

He turned down the bed and stretched out across it on his back, anxiously offering himself up to me.  His cock stretched up over his navel, throbbing and rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

"Good, that is beautiful!" I said as I reached out between his legs and began sucking is cock again.

"Ohhhhh!  Ohhhh, Sweet Geezusss!  That feels so good!  I never had anything feel so good!"  he gasped.

"Don't get too excited too fast, I would like to make it last awhile," I said.

"Fuck, me too!"

"Let me know when you get close so I can ease off.  I want to give you everything I know how, for as long as you can last."

"Geezuss!  I can only imagine what all that's going to be."

I showed him.  I bathed his entire body with my tongue.  His warm, smooth muscles felt good to the touch and the way he sort of trembled in the wake of my tongue I think it felt good to him. His cock stood way up over his stomach now, reaching for his pecs, throbbing and bucking angrily.  I occasionally gave it a kiss, or went down and sucked on his balls but I concentrated on his body as a whole more than his manhood. There was plenty of time for that.  Tuck kept his hand wrapped gently around my head, as if to guide me, or maybe to prevent me from stopping

"Geezussss!....Fuck, I never had anybody do anything like this before.  You don't have any idea what you're doing to me," he gasped.

"I think I do," I said, giving his hard cock a squeeze.

"Please....if you don’t mind….get back on my cock.  Stop torturing me and suck it," he begged.

I didn’t mind. I did as he asked.  I stretched out between his legs again, propped up on my elbows and sucked his cock slowly, almost reverently.  I used my tongue a lot, making his cock twitch and quiver, and that forced out a steady stream of his ball juice that I lapped up. He tasted wonderful and his huge, thick meat felt good in my hand and mouth.

"I wanta come," he gasped suddenly.  "Please, don't make me hold off, I wanta shoot my load so bad.  Don't worry, I can keep right on going if you want."

"Okay.  Fire away," I said.  I thought it was so neat that he practically begged for my permission to come.  I put everything I had into that final moment of servicing him.  I wanted him to go ballistic.  I wanted him to remember this time for the rest of his natural life.

His hands gripped my head tighter and he started humping his butt up out of the mattress trying to drive his cock deep into my throat.  I wished I could take it....I thought perhaps I could, but not till it was a little more like rubber and I didn't want to interrupt the momentum to let it go down a little. He was too close and if I stopped, heaven only knew what he would do.  Probably rape my throat.

"UUunnnnhhhhhh!" He groaned suddenly. "Awwgghhh! Awwwhhh, fuck, man, I' m gonna come!! Ohhh...Ohhh...Ohhhh, keep sucking it...don't stop...I'm coming…..!"

He seemed to be trying to warn me and urge me off of his cock, but I stayed on it.  I wanted his load.  I wanted to make it complete for him.  His come shot out of his cock like a gun blast in a thick, heavy rope and splattered against the back of my mouth.  He hit me again, and again, and again.  I was amazed at the volume of his load.  I'd never taken a load like it. After a half dozen or more blasts.....I lost count…..I wondered if he was going to stop.  I certainly wondered where it was all coming from. I swallowed some of it but my tongue soaked up the flavor of him before I swallowed again, and again, gulping down the hot, thick, sweet nectar.

When the flood tide began to subside, he took his hands off of my head and let his arms fall heavily at his sides.  His cock continued to throb in my mouth and I bathed it in its own semen.  Tuck groaned and whimpered as I slavered his come around his head of his cock.  Then he put his hands on my head again.

"Awww, please.…I can't take any more….it's driving me nuts," he begged.

His cock had lost a little of its rigidity and in a moment of frenzy I forced my mouth all the way down on it, forcing it up into my throat.  It curved into my throat easily.  I gulped on it and milked it with my throat muscles till I thought Tuck was going to go out of his mind then I slowly withdrew, sucking the final drops of his load out of the thick tube.

"Goddamn, I don't know how you did that!" he gaped.

"Sheer determination," I said.

It could've been a tense moment right after, especially so if it's a guy's first time, which I assumed it was for Tuck.  Thankfully, he didn't make any move to leave. He lay there, breathing hard and he didn't mind that I stayed between his legs, lapping his balls lovingly and kissing the come off of his cock as it continued to ooze out.  I usually liked to wait till the other guy spoke first, to get a sense of his mood, but Tuck was too quiet.

"Are you okay?" I asked with a soft chuckle.

"I will be," he said. " Right now, fuck, this ship could go down and I wouldn't be able to make it to the life boat. Damn, stud, you drained me."

I lay there kissing his balls and his cock and caressing his muscular thighs.  "You are fuckin' unbelievable," I said.

"So are you.  I don't believe you took my load. And didn’t let it go to waste.  I didn't know guys really did that."

"I told you, I never leave a job unfinished," I said.  I loved his innocence and the way he said I didn’t let it go to waste instead of saying I’d swallowed it.

"You certainly know how to finish the job," he said.

I was still stroking his cock which still hadn't gone down. "The stupid woman," I muttered under my breath.

"What?"

"I was thinking out loud, what a stupid woman your fiancé was, giving all this up.  Was it because you're too big, do you think?"

"I don't think so, but I don't know for sure," he said.

"Did she ever complain about the size of your cock?"

"She never had a chance.  We never did anything."

I looked up at him, surprised.

"It's true.  She was a virgin.  Saving herself for the right man, she said. I thought I was him."  He turned his head to the side. "And now, after I waited all that time, she'll be giving herself to some other guy.  Hell, probably already has." His voice broke and he threw his forearm over his eyes.

"I'm sorry," I whispered as I nuzzled into his crotch and kissed his balls. "I'm so damned sorry, Tuck."

"It's not your problem."

"Let it be," I said.

"Well, you did solve part of the problem." he said with a chuckle again after he'd straightened up.  "And thanks for taking my load like that. It made it all seem so complete."

"Do you really think I would let all of that sweet nectar go to waste?"

"It's not really sweet, is it?" he asked.

"Yours is," I said. "Haven't you ever tasted your own come, even as a boy?"

"No.  You sound as if I should have."

"I think most guys do at one time or other, even if it's by accident when they’re jacking off.  And the way you shoot, I don’t know how you kept from it." His cock was reversing its course, heading back to another hardon.  "I can do it again if you want," I said.

"Oh, I want to, but there’s no rush. I need to sort things out."  He squirmed to get up.

"Don't think too deep," I told him.  "I wouldn't want you to get all fucked up in the head over this."

"I'm not.  I just need to sort things out. This has been a real turn of events for me. Fuck, man, I came on a cruise on what was supposed to be my honeymoon and end up having sex with another guy. That's some pretty heavy stuff," he said as he got up.

"I'll see you at breakfast, okay?" I said as he was putting his swimsuit back on.

"Yeah....maybe the Windjammer, not the dining room."

I was relieved that he said yes....or at least maybe.  I watched with great longing as he left my cabin.  I wasn't sure I would have another chance like this with him.  I didn't know what all he had to sort out. I only hoped that I hadn't contributed to his misery. I couldn’t get him out of my mind; the wonderful time we’d had at the beach, and Godd, the sex was incredible. I only hoped it was for him. I kept thinking of the island, imagining Tuck and me stranded there, or actually living there. I wondered how one went about purchasing an island in the Caribbean. Suddenly an idea hit me. I quickly got dressed and rushed down to the purser’s desk to clear it then went to the tours desk to get information on the nude beach.  The man reached under the counter for a brochure.  I convinced him with a twenty-dollar bill to call the place for me. It took only a few minutes to make the arrangements. I hurried back up to my room and grabbed a towel and my loincloth then rushed to Tuck’s cabin and knocked on the door. He answered wearing a pair of shorts and a half smile.

“Grab your loin cloth and a towel,” I said.

“What?  Why?”

“We’re going back to the island.”

“What?  The ship’s going to be pulling out in a half hour.”

“I know. You have to hurry.”

“What the hell…..” he said, stepping back from the door to let me in.  “Would you mind telling me what’s going on?”

“I’ve hired the catamaran to take us back to the island. They’ll pick us up in the morning.”

“We’re supposed to be in Barbados in the morning,” he said, but he was already pulling on his clothes.

“We’ll catch a plane out to Barbados.  We’ll pick up the ship tomorrow,” I said.

The idea was catching on.  He was hurrying more, grabbing a towel to roll up his loincloth.

My heart was in my throat, and I think his was too, as we left the ship.

“Now, exactly what are we doing?” Tuck asked.  “We’re taking the catamaran back to the island…..?

I stopped, suddenly realizing that he didn’t understand completely.  I looked down at my feet with a sigh.  “Maybe I moved too fast,” I said.  I looked back up at him, squarely in his eyes.  I kept thinking about the island, and how great it would be to spend some time there, and after…..after what happened between us, I got the idea that it would be great to spend the night there, just the two of us. But maybe I’m out of line. I should have asked, or at least explained, before I dragged you off the ship.  Its not too late to get back on if you go right now.”

“If I go back, you’re going onto the island yourself?” he asked.

“Yes. I’ve contracted for the catamaran.”

He glanced back at the ramp just in time to see two deckhands pulling it in.

“Too late,” he said.

“I can stop them,” I said.

“No,” he said quickly. “No, let ‘em….take it up.”

I smiled.  That’s all I could do, I was so damned happy.

“This has got to be the craziest thing I ever did,” he said as we walked down the dock toward the taxi stand.

“Yeah, me too, but hey, we survived the jungle,” I said.

I had the cab driver take us to a small grocery where we bought food and drink for the night, then on to the catamaran.

“How the hell did you arrange this, getting the island for ourselves?” he asked.

“Remember, the guy said the island is used for private parties?  I booked a private party.”

“Damn, this has got to be costing a fortune.  I didn’t bring that much extra cash.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said.        

Jimmie had the catamaran ready, with one other crewmember on board.

“You guys didn’t bring blankets?” he asked as we boarded with only a rolled up towel and the stuff we’d bought from the grocery.

“No.”

Dave, the other crewmember, dug out two blankets and gave them to us. “It gets chilly at night,” he said. “You got matches or anything to light a fire?”      

“No.” He gave us some matches. 

As we got underway, Tuck and I stretched out on the netting again and watched the water speed along under us.

“You think this is nuts, don’t you?” I said.

“I think it’s a great idea,” he said excitedly.

“Do you, really?” I asked. “You don’t think I pressured you.”      

“Yeah, but I’m glad you did,” he said.

We arrived at the island well before sunset. They let us off and headed back. They would pick us up when they delivered the nude beach party the next morning.

“Tell me I’m not the only one with a strange feeling in his stomach,” Tuck said.

“You’re not,” I said.  “Strange, but good.”

“Yeah. Good.  We’re stranded on a deserted island.”

“If there was time and I’d thought about, I would’ve invited those two women to come along,” I said.

“I don’t think they would’ve had a good time,” Tuck said.

“Not those two; the ones who took the pictures.”

“Well, shall we build a fire to keep the wild beasts away?” Tuck said.

“Hell, I didn’t even think to ask about varmints and wild animals,” I said.

“I doubt there’s anything too big for us to handle out here,” he said.

We scouted the island and found a place that sloped up to a small grove of scrubby trees, facing the sunset. We gathered some wood and built a fire then spread out supper out on a towel.

“I guess this is what they call survival of the fittest,” Tuck remarked.

“Well, there’s no doubt you’ll survive it,” I said.

We ate in silence; bread, cheese and fruit, washing it down with bottled water, and watched the sun set fiery red into the sea. I wondered what Tuck was thinking. I wondered if he’d gotten things sorted out. In moments, dusk was upon us, and darkness came on its tail. We sat gazing into the fire.

“This is nice,” he said. “I’m glad you thought of it.”

“I’m glad you came,” I said. “Listen, Tuck….what happened between us…..it doesn’t have to happen again.  I didn’t arrange this just for that. I wouldn’t mind if it did, but I thought it would be an adventure, coming out here. And you are the adventurous type. But you said you needed to sort things out.”

“I wouldn’t mind if it did, either,” he said.

“You don’t know how wonderful it is to hear you say that.”

“Hey, let’s go for a swim,” he said. He pulled off his boots and socks and stood up to take off his shorts.

“Let me do that for you,” I said, moving to my knees. He stepped in front of me with his hands held out to his sides.  I fumbled with the tab and the buttons, my hands were shaking so.

“Do you want me to?” Tuck asked.

 “No. I’m just nervous, I guess,” I said.

“No need to be,” he assured me.

I finally got his shorts undone and pulled them down and he lifted his feet to let me take them off.  I tugged on his briefs, pulling them down off his hips and down his thighs till his cock was released.

“Let’s wait,” he said as he stepped back from me.  He waited till I was naked then we ran to the water together.  I don’t remember a more exhilarating and free feeling than swimming and playing in the vast sea with Tuck. I swam out too far for Tuck and he called me back.

“I know you’re a crack swimmer, but don’t take any foolish chances,” he said.

We swam back and ran up the beach to the fire.  Tuck put more wood on the fire while I spread a blanket out over the sand. We lay down together, facing the fire, me on my stomach and Tuck on his side, facing me.

“This is so fuckin’ nice,” he said.

We didn’t say much of anything else for a long time.  It was silly but I was still nervous, doubtful and wondering how to approach him. Finally, I took the bull by the horns.  I turned onto my side and reached out with my hand on Tuck’s hip. He slung his right leg back as a gesture of invitation.  His great cock and heavy balls were draped over his other thigh. I gently urged him onto his back and he spread his legs out wide and I crawled between them. I began by kissing his thighs, up and down, moving more to the inside each trip up, till his cock had lifted up from his balls and swung around to his hip, pulsating with powerful throbs.  He shoved his cock upright for my mouth and I took him.

"Godd, you are incredible," he breathed as I began sucking his cock.

"I can be more incredible," I said.

"I don't know how."

"Do you want me to show you?" I asked.

"Man, you can show me anything you like," he said emphatically.

I sucked his cock for a moment then moved down to concentrate on his balls, pushing his legs wider as I worked under his balls. Tuck hunkered his butt up for me and with a little urging I think he realized what I wanted to do and he finally lifted his legs up so I could get to his ass. I don't think he fully realized my full intention till I lilted him higher with his butt up in my hands. His legs fell wide then swung around over his body as I tilted him even higher and bent him in half.

"Oh, Geezusss," I whispered as I gazed at his beautiful ass, spread open so invitingly, offering me the delicious looking hole.  I breathed my hot breath on him at first, then dragged my tongue along the slopes of his butt muscles, leading into the deep crevice.  He squirmed in my hands and wriggled his butt around.  I flicked his hole with my tongue.

"Ohh!" he gasped.

I dragged my tongue over his hole.

"OOhhhhhhh!"

Then I began tonguing his asshole, driving the tip of my tongue in as far as I could each time and the muscles contracted around it.

"Awwwhhhh, Fuuckkkkkkk!  W-what're you d-doing!" he cried softly.

I dug my fingers deep between his butt muscles and pulled his asshole wide open.  I could barely make out in the moonlight the soft pink lining past the hole, palpitating with each throb of his cock.  I buried my face between his butt muscles and drove my stiffened tongue in deep.

"AAAwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" he cried aloud.

I had him on the run and I wasn't going to let up and allow him to retreat. I raised up and pushed his hips even higher off the blanket, holding him there with my knees lodged against the small of his back. He was bent in half with his legs sticking out over his head, his knees nearly touching the blanket on either side of his head. He had such a helpless look on his face.  I went to work on him again.  I literally devoured his ass, like a hungry wolf, and he had clamped his mouth over his forearm to muffle his outcries. 

“It’s okay to yell,” I told him.

I wanted to make him come in that position.  It was a cruel thing to do maybe but I wanted to show him how hot I could make him without touching his cock. I worked diligently, if it can be called work.  I was loving the hell out of it. He had a gorgeous ass that tasted wonderful.  Suddenly Tuck clawed gat the blanket.

"Ohh, Godd...Ohhh,Geezussss...Awww, mannn, you gotta stop...you're gonna make me come!...OHhhh, stop...Goddd, Stop!  I can't breath...I'm gonna come!!" he yelled.

I purposely ignored him.  I kept devouring his ass and he brought his hands up to cover his face.  When I knew he was getting close...I could tell by the hard contractions of his asshole around my tongue...when I had him past the point of no return I reached up and pulled his hands away. He gave me a funny look, almost bewildered as he gasped for air. His asshole relaxed wide open and I drove my tongue in as deep as I could reach.  It tightened around my tongue then relaxed and tightened again.  I knew he was coming; his load had been released and was on its way.  I wished I could see it but that was a small price to pay for the event.  He groaned and moaned and I heard him gasp and grumble and curse, mostly unintelligible. I could feel the power of his climax, the surges through his entire body each time his cock exploded with a streak of semen. The island might have trembled.

"Shit...Brad...I c-can't move and I can't breathe," he gasped.

I raised up to the most beautiful sight, this incredibly handsome male with copious streaks of come all over his face.  I lifted his legs up and lay them on each side of me.  I was elated at the sight of him with come streaked all over his face and neck and shoulders and chest.  It looked like somebody had white-washed him. He had his eyes closed with pools of come covering them. Streaks of come lay across mouth as well. I hoped he wouldn't be sorry I'd done this to him.

"I'll get a towel," I said as I backed off to my haunches.

Tuck was lying there waiting, with his eyes tightly closed and his lips pursed.  He instinctively flicked his tongue out to clean his lips and got a healthy taste of his own come.

"Aaawwwggghhhhh!" he groaned as he sat up, swiping his face frantically with his hand.

I handed him the towel and he wiped the come off of his eyes.

"Man, I got it in my mouth!  It's terrible!  How do you do that, swallow it, I mean?"

"It's an acquired taste...from this side of the fence," I said.

"Well, I'm staying on this side of the fence, thanks," he declared.  "Geezuss, I need something to wash it down."

I got a bottle of water and handed it to him. He swirled and gargled and spit it out.  Then he took another gulp and swallowed it.

“It doesn’t do anything to cut the taste,” he said. "Motherfuck!  I don't believe you did that to me," he said, half laughing.

"I hope I didn't take things too far.  You said I could show you anything I wanted."

"Naw, it was incredible. I mean, I can't believe you made me come like that. You never even touched my cock. I don't think I've ever been so hot and primed."

"I told you I could be more incredible."

"Geezuss, that drained me," he said, lying back on the blanket.

We lay together for a long quiet time, looking up at the stars and the moon.  It grew chilly and Tuck raised up to bring the other blanket up over us, and soon he fell asleep, drained. I lay watching him till I dozed off too. I came awake to the weight of his heavy arm across my chest and his muscular thigh thrown across my middle with my cock throbbing in the crook of his knee. I didn’t move for fear of waking him.  I was so happy that tears came to my eyes. I glanced at my watch; eleven o’clock. As much as I cherished the moment I decided we shouldn’t be wasting precious time sleeping. I squirmed to bring him awake. He woke up with a start, realizing the position we were in and quickly moved his leg away from my hardon. He started to move his arm but I stopped him.

“Its okay, don’t move away,” I said, holding his arm against my chest.

Oddly, he began trailing his fingers casually over the left side of my chest.  I shivered when he touched my tits.

"You like that?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Yes.  But I feel I should warn you, that's a form of reciprocation."

"Well, I can't be doing that, then," he said and jerked his hand away. He was joking, but he sat up to gaze out at the sea. “I can’t believe we’re out here on a deserted island,” he said.

“Tuck…..?” I said hoarsely.

“Yeah?” he said with a turn off his head.

“I said I would show you everything….,” I said, my voice trailing off, for I wasn’t sure I had the courage to finish.

“Yeah?” he said again.

“Do you want to fuck me?”  The words coming out of my own mouth almost left me without air to breath.

He just looked at me.

“You’re serious.”

“Yes,” I said.

“Yes,” he said. “But are you sure….I mean, I’m pretty oversized….won’t it hurt?”

“Yes, I’m sure, I know how big you are, and yes, it’ll hurt some, but nothing I can’t handle,” I said.

“You’re not a virgin,” he said.

“Not since I was seventeen.”

“Wow. That’s pretty young.”

“I thought I was ready,” I said.

“You weren’t?”

“I don’t think anyone ever is, but it doesn’t matter because you think you are and that’s all that matters.”

“Was it somebody you….a buddy, or what?” he asked.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” he added.

“It was an older guy.  Not old; he was twenty-seven, but that’s old when you’re seventeen.  He worked at the gym where I worked out. It was late and I was trying to get through my workout and he told me not to hurry; I could finish up after he closed up the gym, while he was cleaning.  I was doing bench presses, spread out on the bench in my workout shorts….he told me I could take my shirt after he closed the place up. He told me I could take off my shorts, too, but I thought he was kidding. I had just racked the barbell and was taking a rest before my next set when he walks up to the head of the bench. He picked up the barbell and set it down a notch on the rack and told me to try it there. I figured okay, he was a personal trainer, so he knew what he was talking about. But before I finished my breather he came around to the foot of the bench and stands there and just looks at me. I thought he was wanting me to finish up, so I started to raise up but he shoved me back down on the bench. Not hard, but just pushed me with his hand against my chest. Then he grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs up and bent me in half and shoved my feet under the barbell so I was bent in half. The barbell was on the lower notch, about level with my head. I thought he was just playing around till he pulled my workout shorts down off my butt, and even then I still thought he was just playing grab-ass. But then he peeled his T-shirt off and took off his shorts and his jockstrap, then when I saw that he had a bottle of lube, I knew what he intended to do. I knew, but I asked him what he was doing; I stammered.  He said, what’s it look like.  I’m giving you something you want. I didn’t know he knew I wanted to get fucked when I didn’t know it myself.”

“You couldn’t get away from him?” Tuck asked.

“I was crunched up, bent in half, more than in half.  I was locked in under the barbell with my feet right beside my head. I’d seen him in the locker room, so I knew how he was built hanging, but by this time, he wasn’t hanging. His cock was standing out about eight inches, maybe more, thick as hell, throbbing like all get out.  He squirted some lube on his cock and smeared it around then squirted some in the crack of my ass.

I have no idea how I psyched myself up but I knew I was going to get fucked and I resigned myself to it. He straddled the bench, aimed his cock and it was hot as hell, pressing against my hole. He bent his knees and forced his cock through my hole.  I never had anything hurt so bad in my life. He told me not to yell, and I didn’t, because I thought if I did, he would really get rough with me. I just shut my eyes and gritted my teeth and endured it till he was all the way in me and I felt his balls smashed against my butt.  He held it like that for a moment, all I could feel was the throbbing, and it was like his steady throbbing was sucking the pain out. Then he pulled back and started fucking me. Well, pretty quick, I realized that it wasn’t hurting so bad, then not at all, then it was feeling sort of good, then fuckin’ good.  It was like my ass sort of woke up and I started humping my butt up for him.  He fucked me for about a half hour before he finally went off.  I could feel him shooting inside me and that set me off.  Actually, he did to me what I did to you, only I wasn’t fucking you.  He made me shoot off all over myself.  That’s when I got my first real taste of my own come.  I got a mouthful.”

“Did it make you sick?”

“No, oddly enough, it didn’t.  I didn’t like it, but I figured it was my come so it couldn’t hurt me.  I guess I just recycled it.”

“Was that the only time?” Tuck asked.

“No, actually, it wasn’t. I was pretty damned screwed up in the head for a few days but I went back to the gym.  He was friendly as hell when I came back, acted as if nothing had happened. He gave me a free protein drink and told me I could work out as late as I wanted to again.”

“Did you stay late?”

“Yes.  I think that’s the reason I went to the gym so late in the evening, so I would be there at closing time.”

“So, it happened again?”

“Yeah, that night and about every other night that he was working. We must’ve had sex on every machine in the gym.

“You were only seventeen? It could’ve been considered rape,” Tuck said.

“If I had told anybody, it would’ve been rape. But I kept going back. I think he was worried about it, though.  He gave me all the protein shakes I wanted and kept me supplied with protein bars and energy drinks.” 

“So you found out you liked it.”

“Yeah, I was hooked. But I didn’t know how hooked till I met you.”

“Oh?”

“I think my asshole saw your before I did,” I said, laughing.

“I gotta tell you, hearing you tell about it has given me a hardon,” he said. “Do you still want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“How do you want it?” he asked. “I mean, on your back or stomach or what?”

I rolled onto my stomach. “Let’s start out this way,” I said as I reached for my shorts to dig out the small tube of lubricant.

“You came prepared,” Tuck said.

“I came hopeful,” I said.

I applied some lube to my ass then handed the tube to Tuck. I spread my legs out wide and drew my knees up a little to tilt my butt up for him. He knelt behind me, holding his greased cock in one hand and began kneading my butt muscles and probing around with his thumb.

“Want me to get you loosened up a little?” he said as he shoved his thumb through my hole as far as it would reach and wriggled it around.

“Ooooohhhhh, Yessss,” I whispered.

He replaced his thumb with his middle finger. It went in a lot deeper and he found my prostate, although he didn’t know it.

“Ohh, Goddd!” I cried out. “Godd, you’ve got big fingers!  Ohhhh ….Ohhhh…..Ohhhh, Fuck!”

He fucked and gouged my ass with his finger for a bit then shoved two fingers inside me.   

“Ooohhhh,” I gasped again as he stretched my hole.

“This is going to hurt, isn’t it?” he said.

Yeah, it was going to hurt. His thick, ass-buster cock was going to pry me apart and stretch my ass unmercifully and it was going to go deep. “Nothing I can’t handle,” I said. I gripped the blanket and held my breath in anticipation of what was yet to come; being impaled on his huge cock.

When he pulled his fingers out I knew I was about to be fucked. I braced myself. I wasn’t a virgin but I’d never taken a cock as big as Tuck’s. I felt his heat, then the pressure of the blunt head against my hole. I didn’t cower, but held a firm stance to let him know I was ready for him. He clasped his big hands around my hip bones and poked and prodded against the pliable muscle for a moment, then he shoved.  My ass parted like the Dead Sea and he was suddenly inside of me.

“Wwwhhhoooaaaaa!” I cried softly.

“You okay?” he asked, with some concern.

“Yesss! Don’t stop or pull out,” I said.

“Oh, I hadn’t planned to,” he said. “This is incredible!

Tuck was so gentle and considerate.  He waited a moment to let me get used to his size then began easing his cock into me. 

Slowly, his cock impaled me, boring through my guts like a drill through soft earth, spreading my insides, plowing past anything in its path. Part way in, I was wanting it all; he was being too easy….I wanted the physical slaughter of his huge cock. I shoved my ass back on his cock. He came up against something that felt like rock bottom, but worked past it and buried the final inches of his cock. 

"AAwwwwhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned softly as my asshole devoured his manhood.

“Ohh, Myy Godd!” I whispered to the sand. His cock throbbed deep inside me, his hard loins pressed hard against my spread butt, his big hands gripped my hips like a vise and his warm, hairy thighs brushed against mine. He fucked me. My Godd, did he fuck me! He used long, full-cock strokes, he used short, deep jabs, he used short jabs of the head of his cock in and out of my asshole.  He fucked me like a jackhammer. He gradually fucked me flat on the blanket so I was sprawled out, spread-eagle. He clasped his bit hands around my tight butt muscles and fucked me like a pile driver. He was the best I’d ever had, bar none, and I couldn’t help thinking what his poor, stupid fiancé had given up. Then he asked the stupidest question.

“Am I doing this right?”

“Oh, Geezusss!  If you only knew how right!” I gasped.

“I want you to turn over, on your back,” he said hoarsely.

I liked the way he said it; not just turn over, but he wanted me on my back. I started to ease forward off his cock but he slipped one arm around my waist to hold me tight and carefully maneuvered me onto my side then my back, without pulling his cock out. I lifted my legs and he clasped his hands around my ankles and held my legs wide apart as he began to fuck me again. I thrilled to the sight of his muscles rippling as he moved, and his handsome face contorting in untold pleasure.

“I can’t believe anything can feel so good,” he said.

I was glad, but I wondered if he were wishing it were his fiancé instead of me. I clasped my hands around his thick forearms and moved up to his powerful upper arms, tracing the shape of his bulging triceps. My finger encircled barely half the circumference of his biceps. I embraced his broad, muscular shoulders and trailed my fingers down over his chest. His tits were standing out taut. I fluttered my fingers over his abs and clasped my hands around his butt to pull him in tight.

“Your butt feels like warm bowling balls,” I said.

He smiled. “Careful you don’t get your hand bit by a panther,” he said.

I was nearly overwhelmed by the intense passion that was fueling my desire for him, and my desire made my passion even greater.  I never felt more a man than with this magnificent male god claiming my body for his own pleasure.

“How long do you want me to go; I can last forever,” he said.

“As long as you want; just take me with you.”

“Oh, I have no intentions of letting you go,” he said.   

No man had ever fucked me so wonderfully or so long. I paid no attention at the time, but I would learn later that he went on for over two hours. I quickly discovered how he liked my hands on his muscles and he liked me touching his nipples.

“I never knew I had feelings in my nipples,” he said.

"Guys have feelings about everywhere a woman does," I told him.

"Yeah, but women are supposed to have `em, they're built that way."

“If men weren’t built that way, too, they wouldn’t have the same good feelings,” I said.

My hands were all over him, constantly on the move over his warm, muscular body, squeezing his muscles, testing his strength.  I had my hands clasped around his shoulders and in a sudden, bold move, I pulled him down to me. He leaned down over me, covering me like a stallion on a mare, his face so close that his sweet breath wafted over my face. There was a brief instant when our eyes met, our gaze locked and I think he was forced to look away with fright. I put my hands on each side of his thick neck and he looked back. I didn’t urge him down, he came on his own, lowering his head, his face coming closer and closer to mine.  Then he closed his eyes, as if to block out what was about to happen, or perhaps to escape it. But there was no escape; our lips were like magnets being drawn together. Eyes closed, his lips found their way to mine. 

“Uuuhhhnnnnnnnn,” he moaned softly as he smashed his mouth over mine, his tongue probing through my slack lips. 

I met his tongue and felt an electrical jolt go through me; I think he felt it too, for he whimpered.  It was a long, passionate kiss, the most passionate I’d ever experienced.  We swapped spit and sucked on each other’s tongues.  We practically devoured each other, till suddenly I felt his body jolt then shudder, like a small earthquake had shaken the island. His cock bolted and lurched inside me.

“Ohh, I’m gonna come!” he gasped.

“Yesss! Give it to me!” I moaned.

He gave it to me, but not with the frenzy I might have expected.  He simply held his position, cock-deep, and let it happen.  I could feel his cock throbbing and jerking around inside me, then the sudden heat of his semen spread through my insides. It was a hellacious come.  It drained the man of more than his semen. It sucked the very life out of him.  When he was finally finished, he hovered over me for a moment, his massive arms shaking.

“I’m gonna collapse,” he said.

“Go ahead, I can hold you,” I said.

His weight spread on top of me felt wonderful and I wrapped my arms and legs around him to hold him tight.

“I really didn’t intend to go off that quick,” he said.

“I’m sure you’re good for more than one,” I said.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Then it doesn’t matter.  We’ve got the whole night to ourselves,” I told him.

We slept barely at all.  Tuck discovered that he liked the feel of a male ass and he couldn’t get enough of mine.  He fucked me in every position known to man. He even fucked me in the water. Between times I sucked his cock and was rewarded with loads of his salty-sweet come. I couldn’t get enough of him. A couple of times he started to get a little sappy, as he put it, but each time, he checked himself and reverted to his macho self. One of those times, I think he was giving serious thought to going down on me. We were lying together and he had surprised me by putting his arm out for me to lay my head on. His bicep was big enough for a pillow but not very soft.

“I really wish I could give something back,” he said in a hoarse tone.

“Trust me, you’ve given back in kind,” I assured him.

“You know what I mean….I wish I could go down on you but it’s just not in me.”

“Stop worrying about it.  You haven’t left me wanting for a thing,” I said.

He was quiet, then, and I thought that was the closest he would ever come to expressing his more sensitive side. We dozed again and when I came awake first, I got up and went for a swim. I couldn’t get over the overwhelming feeling of being such a free spirit.  When I came out of the water and walked back to the blanket, Tuck was awake, sitting up with his knees cocked up and his arms folded across them. I picked up my towel and stood beside him to dry off. I realized that he was looking at me; gazing, was more like, his head tilted, his mouth slack and I dared to hope, yet dared not. Suddenly he moved to his knees, facing me, face to face with my manhood, his eyes unwavering.

“Tuck……?” I whispered. I wanted to tell him not do it but it was too late. I heard him swallow then his mouth was opened wide and closing around the head of my cock.

“Ohhhh, Geezussssss!” I moaned, my head back.

He didn’t suck me. He simply took my cock in his mouth as far as he could and held it there while he washed it with his tongue.  It lasted perhaps a minute then he withdrew.  He knelt there, gazing at my cock, then slumped his shoulders and turned and sat down and drew his knees up like he was.

“I don’t believe I did that,” he said to the sea.  “But I had to.”

“No you didn’t,” I said. “I’ve been deliriously happy with what you’ve given me.”

“Yeah, I did,” he said.  “I would like to call it a token reciprocation, but it was more curiosity.”

“And? Now that you’ve satisfied your curiosity.”

“I have to say, no offense, but I don’t get the attraction,” he said.

“No offense taken. Straight guys don’t.”

“Hell, I probably wouldn’t be very good at it anyway,” he said.

I sat down beside him.  “You’ll never know, though, what it means to me that you tried it,” I said.

“Well, when the sun comes up and we leave this island, I’m going to put it so far behind me, it’ll never crop up in my mind again.”

“All of it?” I asked.

“No,” he said, looking around at me. “No, I won’t ever forget this.”

“Part of me wishes it could’ve been with your bride,” I said. “But most of me is glad it wasn’t.”

“I’ve got no regrets about that,” he said. “It was her choice, and you came along….everything’s worked out.”

The birds began their chatter in the early morning dark, announcing the coming of the sunrise. I woke up to find Tuck gone from the blanket.  I sat up and looked all around but didn’t see him.  I went down to the water’s edge and walked around the shore till I found him on the other side of the island. I stood back for a long moment, looking at his very male silhouette forming against the dawning light. I thought perhaps I should leave him alone; maybe he wanted to be by himself for the little time we had left on the island. I started to walk back but he called out to me.

“Don’t go,” he said.

I turned and went back. “I thought you might want to be alone,” I said.

“No, just taking it all in as much as I can before we get picked up.  It’s breathtaking.”

“Yes, it is,” I said, looking at him.

“The island,” he said.

“That, too,” I said.

He put his hand on my chest.  “I don’t want to appear greedy, but…..one more time?”

“It’s called insatiable,” I said.

He pulled me to him, his cock rising to the occasion.  Our bodies smashed together then he reached down and pulled my leg up to his hip. 

“Climb on,” he said.

He took hold of my butt as I wrapped both legs around him.  He maneuvered us till my hole was set squarely over the head of his throbbing cock.

“Ride down on it, I’ll take you for a walk,” he said.

I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as I let my weight force his cock up inside me. 

“OOOhhhhhh,” I moaned softly, laying my head on his shoulder. “Goddd, I thought we’d done it in every position known to man.”

He walked us around the island, his big cock lobbing around inside me like a pole in the wind; like he was stirring something. With the blanket in view, he said,  “I haven’t had my morning run yet.” With that, he broke out in an easy lope. I cried out and hung on for dear life as I bounced up and down on his cock. Suddenly, without warning, I was coming.

“AAAAAaawwwhhhhhhhhhh!” I yelled like an animal as my load shot out all over Tuck’s chest. He kept running, past the blanket, and on, till I stopped coming, then he slowed to a walk.

“That was wild,” he said.

I couldn’t even speak.  I felt his cock still throbbing up inside me.

“You didn’t come,” I said.

“I didn’t have to. You came enough for both of us,” he said, of the streaks and rivulets of semen running down his chest and stomach.

“Sorry about that,” I said.

“Couldn’t be helped,” he said.

“You can keep going till you come,” I said.

“No, I’m okay.”  He walked us down to the shore and into the water up to our necks before he let me go and washed the semen off. We swam and horsed around for a while, till the sun came up over the horizon.

Walking back to the blanket, his cock was still standing out, swaying around like a battering ram.

“Let me take care of that for you?” I offered.

“I’m okay,” he said.

“Why are you putting yourself through this? You know I want to.”

“Call it reciprocation by means of self denial; I just want to leave it like this,” he said.

I didn’t argue with him.  I was sort of impressed that he felt he was reciprocating by getting me off and denying himself. We didn’t get dressed till we saw the catamaran, then we put our clothes on, gathered up the blankets and walked down to the water’s edge.

“I’m never going to forget this,” Tuck said.

Jimmie and Dave were all smiles as they docked the craft a few yards out from the beach. It was filled with people, many of the naked, all of them surprised to see two guys waiting on the island. We waited till they had all come ashore.

“Did you guys get shipwrecked?” a man asked.

“We sort of got left behind yesterday evening,” Tuck lied.

“Why didn’t you call me,” a young woman said, giving everybody a good laugh.

“Did you guys have a good time?” Jimmie asked as we set sail for the return trip.

“Yeah, it was incredible. Awesome,” Tuck said.

“Yeah, I’ll bet it was,” Dave said with a thin smile.

They knew, and we didn’t care.

We got a cab to the airfield for the flight to Barbados. It would be a short flight. On Barbados we caught a cab to the dock. 

“Listen, I did things out there on the island last night that I wouldn’t have ordinarily done,” Tuck said as we walked to the ship. “I got caught up in the moment and the atmosphere.”

I didn’t understand what he was trying to say.  I hoped he wasn’t going to say he regretted it, or that he didn’t want to see me for the final precious hours of the cruise.

“What I mean is, I don’t normally go around kissing guys. Or fucking them, for that matter.”

“You don’t have to try to convince me that you’re straight. It’s practically tattooed on your forehead,” I said.

“I really don’t know what I’m trying to say.”

“I hope you’re not wrestling with guilt and remorse and regrets,” I said.

“None of the above. Just….confusion, I guess. And awe. It was awesome. I can’t describe it.”

“You were awesome,” I said.

“I doubt I’ll ever have an experience like that again,” he said.     

Day Five - (Friday) --  Barbados

Back on board, we went our separate ways to our cabins for much needed showers. We hadn't made any plans together for the day except for breakfast at the Windjammer. But Tuck didn't show.  I was reluctant to call him to see if he wanted to go on the island.  If he wanted to do something with me he would call or he would have shown up for breakfast.  Maybe he needed the whole day by himself to sort things out. I just hoped I hadn't ruined everything. There was still tonight and all day Saturday and Saturday night at sea; too much precious time to let go to waste.

I went on the island and took a cab downtown where I shopped around for awhile. On impulse I bought Tuck a beautiful wood carving of a stallion at one of the tiny outdoor shops.  At another I bought him a very large beach towel with a gorgeous babe in a bikini on it.  Later, on a narrow, unkempt street I came across a small shop called Gear that sold sexy underwear and stuff. I spent a lot of time there, trying on things and laying them aside to purchase.  In the back of my mind I was thinking how great Tuck would look in this or that, and in the end I bought some stuff for him; a deep red bikini swim suit, a pair of white briefs and a silk burgundy thong that zipped down the front. I hoped he wouldn't think I was going overboard. Maybe we wouldn't even see each other again.

When I returned to the ship mid-morning, there was an envelope on my bed with the pictures of us on the jungle safari, wearing the loincloths. They were great. I couldn't wait to show them to Tuck. By lunchtime I was beginning to worry. Tuck hadn’t called or made any attempt to contact me. I checked out the dining room then went up to the Windjammer. I didn’t find him there either, so I ate alone. I wanted desperately to call his cabin but I didn’t. I decided I wouldn’t waste what was left of Barbados. I left the ship and hired a cab to take me around the island.  The driver was young and uncommonly handsome, with a lean build. I toyed with the idea of trying to get something going with him.

“Is there something you would like to see, or shall I take you around?” he asked.

“Just drive,” I said.  “Is there a private beach?” I asked.

“Yes, several,” he said.  “Some more private than others,” he added with a sly grin.

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” I said.

“You don’t need one. Would you like to go there?”

“Yes, it sounds interesting.”

“I hope you don’t mind, there are sometimes a lot of kids who come to the beach from further in the island; teenagers,” he said.

“Teenagers at a private beach?” I asked with a curious smile.

“Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, old enough to be there,” he said.

I hoped I was getting his message.

“They’re good boys, clean, not the riff-raff from the city,” he went on as we were pulling into a heavily wooded lane.  He drove down the gutted road till it opened up onto a gravel parking area, with the ocean beyond a sloping, sandy beach. It was indeed private, a small cove of crystal clear water nearly surrounded by heavy, green trees and foliage. “I’ll wait and get you back to your ship in time,” he said.

“Yes, thanks,” I said as I got out of the cab, my curiosity piqued.

“Pay for everything at the food stand if you want a chair or umbrella and towels. And ten dollars is enough for tips for the boys,” he told me as I was walking toward the beach.

I walked down to the water’s edge, which all around the cove was no more than a few yards from the woods, and was approached immediately by two young boys, bringing a lounge chair and umbrella and towels.

“Something to drink? I will get it for you,” one of them said, motioning to the small concession stand nestled back in the shade. I thanked them and the boy scurried off for my drink. The other boy asked me if I wanted him to take my clothes. I was a bit taken aback, but it wasn’t as if he was being bold, but rather gracious. Confident that I had gotten the cab driver’s message about these boys, I began undressing.  I couldn’t help noticing the way the boy watched me, intently, almost drinking in every inch of my body as I bared it.  When I was down to my briefs he motioned for them, too.  The other boy returned with my drink and I took a long sip before I removed my shorts.  The boy was quick to take them and fold them with the rest of my clothes.

“Very nice,” he said, indicating my naked body.

The other boy whistled under his breath and they both laughed softly. Odd, I thought, that they were both wearing swimsuits. They hovered close by while I lounged in the warm Caribbean sun and I likened them like a couple of young, cute vultures, watching their prey. I watched them from behind my sunglasses, trying to judge how old they were.  The one looked in the face more like fourteen than the seventeen or eighteen that the cab driver said they would be.  The other boy’s smooth, muscular body could pass him for eighteen. I wondered what their game was; how they operated. I soon found out. The younger one came up to me and quietly asked me if I wanted another drink.  When I said yes, he scurried off to get it and the older one came up.

“You should not lie in the sun too long,” he said.  “I can move your chair for you back in the shade, among the trees.”

Yes, I thought, I wanted to be back among the trees with these two young gods. I stood up and he folded up my chair.  The other boy met us back in the woods with my drink and we all went several yards into the bushes and small trees. But the boy didn’t set my chair up.  Instead, he came up to me and began rubbing his hand on my thigh.

“You are hot, would you like for us to cool you off?” he asked, and without my answer, reached for my cock.  The younger boy was already on his knees in front of me and the older one joined him but I stopped them. They looked up at me with a confused, disappointed look.

“You don’t look eighteen,” I said to the younger one.

“I’m eighteen. I could not have served you your drink if I weren’t,” he said.

It made sense and I took his word for it. Together, they started to work on me, one sucking my cock, the other one sucking my balls. Then they traded off.  I stood there, gaping at the two handsome boys as they gave me the treatment.  I was surprised how adept they were, both of them were able to swallow my cock whole, and suck its entire length without choking. And the whole time, they looked up at me with their big, brown eyes that lied about their innocence, as if to make sure I was being pleased.  After awhile the younger looking one asked, “Do you like to fuck?”

“Yes,” I said, without knowing how he meant it; whether he wanted me to fuck him, or if they intended to fuck me. It didn’t matter to me. They both stood and the older boy spit in hand and applied it to his butt.  Then he bent over with his shoulder against a tree.  The younger one motioned for me to take him.  I stepped up behind him and aimed my cock between his taut, smooth butt muscles.  He hunkered back and his tiny hold swallowed the head of my cock so easily I was stunned.  Before I could enter him, he shoved his butt all the way down on my cock with a soft moan.

“Ohhhh, Goddddd,” I groaned softly as the contractions of his warm, live ass began massaging the full length of my cock.

“You like?” the younger boy asked, all smiles.

“Fuck, yes,” I said.

He was playing with my butt, and very quickly I realized that he intended to fuck me.  He was adept with his fingers exploring my ass, soon probing and finding my prostate.

“I fuck you,” he said.

“Yes.”

He stepped up behind me on his toes and aimed his cock between my buns.  I hadn’t paid any attention to how big he was till he entered me.  I thought there was no end to his cock. 

“My Goddd,” I gasped over my shoulder as he shoved his cock deeper and deeper.

“I’m almost in,” he said. “I’m big, but you will like.”

Yes, I was liking it already, and wondering how much more cock such a young boy could possibly have, and where I was going to put it.  He wasn’t as thick as Tuck, but he was boring in every bit as deep.

“Ohhhhh,” I moaned as he buried the final inches of his long cock deep inside me.  “Ohhh, Fuck.”

The boy laughed and began fucking me.

“Ohhh!….Ohhhhh!….Uuunnnhhhh!….Ohhh, fuck, yesss …..ohh, fuck me….awwwh, son, where did you learn to fuck like that?” 

At the same time I was trying to fuck the older boy but I lost my coordination and he was doing the work, slamming his butt back onto my cock in steady strokes.  I simply stood there and let the two boys do their magic on me.  Being hot-blooded teenagers, I didn’t think they would last long but they surprised me. They fucked me hard and steady, with great energy and determination, for over a half hour, while I constantly fought down the terrible urge to come.  Finally, the older boy went nuts on my cock, crying out that he was going to come as he thrashed his tight little ass around wildly.  It must have been a cue for the younger boy, for he suddenly turned into a little fuck maniac.  He really tore up my asshole as he worked up his own climax and mine with it. Needless to say, I didn’t and couldn’t hold off against the double assault on my senses. I lost a load that made me see stars and made my head spin. My legs were shaking; I was ready to collapse.  The younger boy pulled his cock out of me and it felt like he was turning me inside out. Without his support behind me, I slumped over the older boy and grabbed the tree for support.  He slumped down in front of me to his knees, leaving my cock swinging in the breeze. With no support, I collapsed with him, and his friend joined us in the pile. It was then that I saw the tool the boy had used on me. 

“Damn!” I gasped when I saw his cock.

He laughed proudly.

“Where did you get that cock?”

“I said you would like it,” he said.

“You boys damn near fucked my brains out.”

We stayed in the woods for a short while till I thought I should be heading back to the ship.  I pulled them both to their feet, gaping at the younger boy’s manhood.  He must have been nine inches long, hanging. He could be a porn star back in the states. The boys had doubled my pleasure so I gave each of them twenty dollars.  I got dressed, paid my tab at the stand and was on my way.

“Did you like the beach?” my driver asked with a smile.

“Very much.  Thanks for bringing me,” I said. The ride back gave me pause to think about the afternoon.  I would never forget the two boys but my mind was on Tuck.

He wasn't at his table at dinner and I figured he was eating in the Windjammer.  I wished I'd gone there instead of dressing for dinner, but I was hoping to see him in his tux.  The best place to see him after dinner would be on the promenade.

Sooner or later, everyone on the ship passed down the promenade.  First I bought two tickets to the ice show, on the off chance that I would meet up with him, then I went to the Dog and Duck and sat at one of the outside tables nursing a beer. The man who had taken pictures of us at the nude beach came by my table.

"I was hoping I would meet up with you again.  Do you mind if I sit down?" He didn't want for me to answer.  He sat down and pulled an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to me.  "I thought you and your buddy might like to have these."

I opened the envelope and took out the pictures of us, naked, on the beach.

"How did you get these developed so fast?" I asked.

"They have one-hour developing that is truly one hour. They turned out very good, don't you think?"

"They developed these in the ship's photo lab?" I looked at the pictures. They were good of me, too, but beside Tuck, I looked rather insignificant.  There was the one of Tuck propped up on his elbows with his tight abs and thigh muscles flexed.  One of his taut bubble butt set on his narrow hips and his legs and back flared out to form a perfect hourglass. His butt muscles looked like a couple of soccer balls, almost too smooth for the panther to climb up. The close-ups of his manhood were exceptional, with his big cock draped thick and heavy over his stallion balls.  Then the shocker; three photos of Tuck going to and from the beach after he got his hardon. Two of the pictures were of him sporting his huge hardon and the third was of him from the backside, with his butt flexed so beautifully.

"I'll bet he doesn't know you took these," I said.

"Something as beautiful as that shouldn't require permission to photograph it," he said.

"I can't believe they developed these," I said.

"It took a few extra bucks but they like to keep the guests happy," he said. "Do you think your friend will be mad?"

"No, I don't think so. You're a very good photographer."

"I'm an amateur.  It's the subject matter that makes these pictures.  I would like to give them to him myself but I didn't know if I would see either of you again so will you give them too him?"

"Yes. Thank you, and Tuck thanks you."

"Tuck?  Is that his name?"

"Yes."

"It fits him."  He smiled and his eyes lit up. "Say, would you like prints for yourself?"

"Yes," I said emphatically.  "I would very much like prints for myself."

"What's your cabin number?  I'll slip them under your door."

I thanked the man profusely and offered to pay him but he refused. I was right about meeting Tuck on the promenade.  It wasn't long before I saw him sauntering towards me eating an ice cream cone.  Actually, he strutted, although I don't think he meant to.  It was just the way he walked, with a slight sway of his shoulders and a little twist of his butt that made his walk sexy as hell.  He looked sexy in general, in white shorts and sneakers and a dark blue T-shirt.  His muscular, brown legs contrasted sharply with his shorts.  How I wished I'd gone to the Windjammer for dinner.  As he came close he saw me and came over to my table with a big smile. I pushed a chair out for him to sit down.

"Want a drink?"  I asked.

"Sure, a beer would be good to wash down the ice cream," he said.

I was both pleased and disappointed with the way he was acting, as if nothing had happened.  As he approached me there was a gleam in his eyes, sort of a searching look.

"So what'd you do today?" I asked.

“I took a taxi to the other side of the island, had lunch, hung around some of the shops then brought a taxi back," he said.  "Nothing really exciting but it was nice.  How about you?"

"I went downtown to see if I needed to do any last minute shopping before we set sail for home." I still wondered why he hadn’t invited me to go along with him but I decided not to tell him about the two boys at the beach.

"We should have gone together," he said.

"You didn't call and I didn't see you at breakfast or lunch so I thought you wanted to be alone...maybe to sort things out, like you said."

"Sorry I crapped out on you at breakfast, but I ordered room service," he said.  "Did you buy anything?"

"As a matter of fact, I did," I said with a grin. "You need to stop by my cabin; I bought something for you."

He blinked with surprise and a smile. "You did? You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to get you something to take back with you.  Then I went into another shop and saw some stuff I figured you had to have."

"Like what?"

"I'll show you."  We both took a sip of beer and I glanced at Tuck. "So, did you get things sorted out?"

"Yeah, I think so, for now."

"I was beginning to worry that maybe I pushed the envelope a little too far. You've got enough to deal with, without me complicating things."

"Pushed my buttons was more like it," he said, laughing.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay with everything."

"I'm not okay yet, but I know I'll get there," he said with confidence. Then he asked, "Are we moving?"

"Yes, we set sail about dinner time," I said.

"This thing is so damned big I can't tell when it's moving.  It's going to be a long sail back."

"It's a good time to enjoy the ship, without rushing around to catch a tour," I said.  "There's an ice show tonight.  Do you want to go?"

"Yes, if I can still get a ticket."

"I got one for you, just in case," I said.

"Hey, that's great. Thanks."

I looked at my watch.  "If we go now we can get good seats."

"I'll meet you there in a few minutes," Tuck said as we got up.  He went one way and I headed the other way toward the ice rink.  I got us front row seats.  Tuck joined me about ten minutes later carrying a small bag which he put in the seat between his legs. While we were waiting for the ice show to begin I showed Tuck the pictures. He went through them slowly studying each one, no doubt with great self pride. Then he gasped and his eyes popped open when he saw the last ones of him with his hardon.

"Geezusss!  I didn't know anybody was taking pictures of me like that!" he said, holding the pictures in close where no one around us could see them. “They were supposed to ask permission.”

"The man apologized for that but he said nothing so beautiful should demand permission to photograph it.  I told him you wouldn't mind.  Do you?"

"No, I...I guess not," he said.

"Of course you don't," I said, elbowing him in the side.

"Are these mine to keep?" he asked.

"Yes, with his compliments.  He's getting copies for me," I said.

He tucked them in his pocket just as the lights were dimmed. The ice show was superb.  Besides being professional two of the male skaters were drop dead cute. I think they thought Tuck was, too, and maybe me. Every time they did their stops at the end of the rink they were right in front of us and making eye contact with incredible smiles.

I nudged Tuck and said, jokingly, "I think he likes you."

"I wish he wouldn't like me so openly," he whispered.  "Next time he stops in front of us, get his cabin number," he joked.

I presumed he was joking and when the show was over we left the auditorium without speaking of it again.  We strolled down the promenade and stopped for ice cream then headed up to my cabin.  I invited him in to give him the stuff I'd bought for him.  I gave him the carved wooden horse wrapped up in the beach towel.

"This is really nice. Thank you," he said with great emotion.

"The beach towel is yours, too."

He whistled at the babe on the beach towel and spread it out on the bed to look at it. "Thanks. You shouldn't have done this."

"Oh, that's not all," I said.  I gave him the red bikini swimsuit.

"Wow!  That is red!" he exclaimed.

"And you're going to look great in it." I said. "You have to promise you'll wear it at the pool."  Then I gave him the burgundy silk thong with the zipper.  "And I DARE you to wear this."

He held it up.  "I don't think I'll fit in it," he said, laughing.

"You're not supposed to fit in it. Your butt is supposed to be out of it, and the front stretches to fit."

"There's going to be a lot more than my butt out of it if that zipper doesn't hold.  But okay, I'll wear it."

"You will?"

"Sure.  Hell, I've seen women wearing `em, I figure I can."

"You'll look as good or better than some of them," I said. I gave him the white briefs.  "These are just something you can wear around your cabin.  Or mine, as the case may be," I added with a chuckle

"These are nice. But you really shouldn't have done all this," he said holding the briefs up to his middle.

"I enjoy buying things for people," I said with a shrug.

"Well, it just so happens, I bought something for you," he said.

"Is that what you went back for? You didn't have to do that just because I bought you something," I said.

"I didn't just go back for it.  I was on my way to the shop when I saw you on the promenade."  He took a small box out of the bag and handed it to me.  It was a jewelry box.  I held my breath as I opened it. I hated surprises anyway, and I was afraid this was going to be a bit more than a surprise.  It was a gold ID bracelet with my name engraved on it.

“Wow!” was all I could say.

“Check out the other side,” he said.

I turned the ID band over to see ‘Panthers’ engraved on the back. I couldn’t say anything for a moment and I couldn't look at him at first. I was fighting to keep from welling up, but Tuck noticed.

"Don't get all sappy on me, now."

"All right.  I'll simply say thank you.  I will treasure it."

In a lull that followed, Tuck started to roll the wooden horse up in the beach towel as if he were getting ready to leave. Quickly, I called upon my courage.

"Look...do you want to spend the night?" I asked in a husky vice. "We don't have to do anything if you don’t want to," I added quickly. "We can just talk, or whatever you want to do."

"I would like that but after all that’s happened, I don't think I'll be able to spend the night just talking," he said.

"That's okay too, whatever you want to do," I said.

Without a word, Tuck laid his stuff on the sofa, indicating that he was staying. I stepped over and turned down the bed and we both began undressing as if on cue.

"Do you want me to put the white briefs on?" he asked.

"Yes.  I want you to model everything, but the white briefs for now."

When he was naked he pulled them up his legs and let the waistband smack against his hard abs.  He shoved his hand down inside to arrange his manhood then hefted the pouch so it set just right.

"I knew you would look like that in them." 

He did something, then, that touched me deeply.  Such a simple thing. He unwrapped the wooden carving and set it on the beside stand.

"I want this setting out while we're together to watch over us. That way I've got something to take back and share my secrets with."  He smiled as he crawled into the bed. I was more than surprised when he stretched his left arm out across the bed as a pillow for me.  We didn't snuggle, but our bodies touched and he held me in his muscular arm. I think he felt a little awkward.  I looked down the slope of his abs to the mound of his manhood.

"I love the way you fill those out," I said. "You looked great in that loin cloth, too," I added casually.

Tuck chuckled.  "I would've felt like a fool if you hadn't been there, wearing one with me."

"Trust me, you couldn't look like fool in anything you put on, even if you tried.  I want to take some pictures before we dock. Some of you in the loin cloth and in the stuff I bought for you...maybe some nudes if you don't mind."

"Yeah, I was thinking I want some pictures of you, too," he said.

I was somehow surprised.  He never said whether he wanted nudes of me. There was another quiet lull but neither of us was uncomfortable with it.  It seemed natural that we lay together, even though I knew it would have been unthinkable for Tuck a few short days ago. I lay my hand on his stomach and trailed my fingers up and down his hard muscles.  His abs felt like a breastplate of amour.  I moved my hand ever higher, to his pecs and his tits; then lower, to his shorts.

"You know, I've really grown to like you," he said in a husky tone.  "I just wish….."  He let his voice trail off.

"You don't have to say it," I said quietly.

"I wish I could reciprocate in some way, but I can't.  I'm sorry, I'm just not built that way."

"No need to be sorry.  You do reciprocate, you just don't realize it."

"I didn't do anything, much."

"Oh, but you did.  More than you know, by just being you."

"That doesn't take much effort," he scoffed.

"You have to be on this side of the fence to understand," I said. "Your looks, you have a beautiful body and a beautiful cock.  Trust me, just allowing me to have all that is reciprocation for me."

"You're right, I don't understand, but if you say so."

I ran my hand lightly over the warm bulge of his shorts.

"You're gonna wake it up," Tuck warned

"Would that be so bad?"  I asked as I raised up and leaned over his middle. I almost choked with his beauty as I lowered my face to his briefs.  I put my open mouth over the bulge and breathed hot air over it and lapped it with my tongue.  When I had his shorts good and wet I mauled it with my mouth, sucking his cock through the thin, wet material.

"Take it out," Tuck whispered anxiously. "Take it out and suck it."

"Do you wear a jockstrap when you work out?" I asked.

He raised his head with a frown. "Where the hell did that come from?  Yes, if course I wear a jockstrap, otherwise I would fall out of my shorts."

"Can I have it?" I asked.

His scowl turned into a confused smile.  "Yeah...sure, who not.  What're you going to do with it?"

"Keep it.  It's a fetish of mine," I said.  "You already think I'm crazy so I'll tell you...I decorate a Christmas tree with jockstraps and condoms."

"No shit."

"Yes, and yours is going to be at the top of the tree."

"New or used condoms?" he asked with a twinkle.

"Both.  Single packets for color and used ones to drape over the tree limbs."

"And the jock straps...are they a collection from guys you know?"

"Yeah.  They’re all just as I received them.  None of them have ever been washed," I said

He shook his head, laughing and we didn't speak any more.  After awhile we dozed off to sleep.  We both came awake sometime in the night. My watch said one o'clock.

"Are you awake," Tuck asked softly.

"Yes.  You?"

"Who the fuck do you think is talking to you?"  He reached down for his cock and held it up, tall and hard.  "We don’t have much time left; have you got anything else you wanta show me?" he asked.

"I think I can pull something out of the hat," I said.

"Will it surpass what you did earlier?"

"Probably."

"Geezuss, what is it?  I can't wait."

"I need a shower first," I said.

"Yeah, me to."

I climbed out of bed to go to the bathroom. "You can join me if you want to," I said.

"Naw, that’s okay.

Maybe he had to cling to some remnant of his macho manhood by not being in the shower with me.  I appreciated that.  But a couple of minutes later he came into the bathroom and opened the shower door.

"Hell, why not? I've never showered with a guy before," he said as he stepped inside and closed the door around us.

The shower wasn’t big enough for two men but I didn't mind being cramped in there with Tuck.  I don't think Tuck minded either.  He did seem a little shy and awkward at first and I thought it odd that he kept his back to me.  I kept my back to him too, though, and I didn't mind his butt rubbing against mine.  When we were both wet, I turned around and took the soap from him.

"I'll wash you back."  He let me. He seemed to like it.

"I never had another guy wash my back before either."

"Am I doing okay?" I asked.

"It feels great."

I lathered the soap back and forth across his broad shoulders and criss-crossed down his back. His taut bubble butt loomed just below.

"How far do you want me to wash?" I asked as I approached the curvature of his butt.  "I really ought to give this panther a good shampooing." I was entertaining visions of sliding my soapy fingers between the firm muscles to see how he might react.

"Well, I never had another guy wash my butt before, either.” 

“Do you want to be able to say you have?" I asked.

 He laughed and drew his butt muscle taut as my hands slid over them.

"Relax `em a little, so I can get my fingers between them."

"Just be careful how far you put your fingers," he said.

"I'm not stupid enough to try to push the envelope that far," I said. I ran my soapy fingers up and down the crack of his butt, getting in deep enough that I touched his hole. I went down on my haunches to wash his legs. Face to face with his gorgeous butt I couldn't resist him. I wrapped my arms around his muscular thighs and buried my face in his butt.

"OOhhhhh," he moaned softly.  He bent over as far as he could in the tight confines of the shower stall and I pulled his butt apart so I could eat his ass.  I tongued him till his legs were shaking.

"Do you do the front too," he asked, handing me the soap back to me.

I stood up and turned him around to face me and began washing his front. His shoulders first, then back and forth across his wide chest.  I rubbed the soap and my hands up and down his armor-plated abs and worked up a great lather in the hair around his cock. I pulled on his thick, rubbery cock with my soapy hands then went to my haunches again to wash his thighs.  While I was down there I soaped up his balls and ran my finger back between his legs again, touching his asshole.  His cock was rising fast.

"You should have put that panther around here.  It would look great crawling up this big cock," I said.

"Fuck, it gives me the cold jitters just thinking about that needle poking in my cock," he said.

When the soap had all rinsed off I took his cock in my mouth.

"Awwwhhhh, Yeaaaahhhhhhh!" he moaned as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth.

It was a fulfillment of a life-long dream, to suck a guy's cock in the shower.  I only wished that we were in the shower at school and that I had the rest of the team with him, waiting in line for my hungry mouth.  That was the real fantasy.  I kept his butt soaped up so my fingers would slide easily in the crevice that separated the two hard mounds.  I rubbed my fingertip back and forth over his asshole and he didn't tighten his butt muscles to stop me.  I tried to keep his attention focused on his cock, using my tongue like a washcloth all around the head, while I pressed and rubbed my finger harder against his hole. A little more pressure, and when he didn't flinch, I eased my finger into his asshole.  Not far, only up to the first knuckle.  He let out a little moan and seemed to relax his butt, welcoming my finger.  I massaged the inside rim of the thick sphincter muscle and I felt him began to relax.  I ventured deeper, shoving in past the second knuckle. Past the powerful muscle clenching at my finger to draw it into the soft folds of his insides.  As he relaxed more I moved the tip of my finger around inside his ass to make him moan again.  I didn't wait this time. I shoved my finger all the way up inside him. 

“Aaahhhhh,” he groaned.

I massaged the inside of his ass, very gently, and worked my finger in and out of the tight hole.  I felt his prostate and gently nudged it with my fingertip.  He winced but then relaxed with a gasping moan when I began massaging his love nut.

"Ohhh...Ohhhh...Ohhh, Mannnn!" he cried softly as he began to wriggle around on my hand and I was about to give him a second finger but he reached down and grabbed my wrist to stop me.  He brushed his hand along the side of my face and locked his butt muscles hard around my hand.  It was a signal for me to stop.

I gave his cock a few more loving stokes as I slowly and gently pulled my finger free, then I stood up.  His cock lay between our bellies, throbbing madly. I stepped out of the shower and handed him a towel.

"I'll meet you out on the balcony," I said. I quickly grabbed the Anal-ease and the tube of lube and finished drying off on the balcony.  I applied the stuff just before Tuck came out, drying his hair.

"This is nice," he said as he gazed out at the moonlit sea.  "Do you suppose the moon always shines on the sea?"

"Well, it was no doubt scheduled to shine for your honeymoon, so there it is. It doesn't know you're not here with your wife."  After I said it I wondered if I should have.  But Tuck didn't seem to take offense.

He reached over and put his hand on my butt.  "I never told you, you've got a great ass."

"Thanks. Yours is good enough to eat," I joked, squeezing my butt muscles against his fingers.

"Don't squeeze `em too tight," he said as he dug his fingers deep enough that he felt the slickness.  I relaxed and he moved around behind me.  "Oh...you're ready for me. Is it okay...out here, I mean?"

"It's okay with me.  Who cares?  If they're ballsy enough to lean around the partition and look, they deserve what they see."

He moved up behind me with his fist around his cock and his other hand pulling my butt apart. He aimed his cock, I felt the heat against my asshole and we both applied pressure. I shoved back till I had him pinned against the bulkhead then twisted my butt around on his cock.

"OHhhhhhhh...Ohhhm, Geezussss!"  he groaned as his cock burst through my hole and sank inside me.

Once he was in me it became a duel between us.  He shoved forward and fucked me against the railing.  I rode back and forth on his big cock, pushing him back against the bulkhead.  If anyone came out onto the balconies on the either side of us they could pretty much figure out what was going on; that this guy in the next cabin was getting fucked in the ass.  I half wished someone would look around the partition and see us.

Suddenly the light came on in the balcony to our left and the light shone through the frosted glass partition, causing us to be well illuminated.  Before Tuck could be spooked I jutted my hips back and pushed him firmly against the bulkhead and twisted around, fucking him hard.  I wanted him to know it was okay, that I didn't give a damn if there was somebody on the next balcony.

"Ohhhh...Ohhhh, fuck...Awwww, mannn, yeah, ride that big cock," he groaned.

The guy on the left peered around the partition. He did a double-take; his eyes popped open and his mouth dropped.  "Ohhh. Excuse me!" he muttered.

"It's okay," I said.

The guy paused for a second or two before he pulled his head back.  He got a good look.

"Did he see us?" Tuck asked.

"He probably went back for his camera," I said.

The guy peered around again and we made eye contact.

"It's okay to watch if you want to," I told him. I saw a lust in his eyes; he was either wanting awfully bad to fuck or be fucked, I couldn't tell which. After a couple of minutes he pulled back around his partition.

Tuck was fucking me like a young stallion.  Not brutal, but hard and sure, leaving no doubt now who was in charge; the duel was over and he had won. I hunkered over the railing and hung on to it.  I liked it best when he long-cocked me, pulling out to the head then giving me all ten inches right up to the hairy hilt.  He shoved so hard that his balls slammed against mine.  I couldn't remember being fucked so well.

"Ohh...Ohhhhh...Ohh, Geezuss...Aww, fuck,...ohh, do it stud...keep fucking me...hard...don't stop!"

"You getting close?" he gasped.

"Yessss. Godd, don't stop, Tuck!"

I shot all over the glass shield on the balcony.  I shot so hard it felt like my balls were going to sucked right up through my cock.   Tuck followed close behind and shot off inside me. His hot come felt good, bathing my insides. Our lust slowly died down and our legs were shaking.

"I should have pulled out and fed the fish," Tuck joked as I slowly pulled off of his cock.

"Don't you dare waste it on the fish," I said.

We stumbled inside and dropped across the bed.  We slept till daybreak.

Part 2
1

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 asked.

"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 our relationship.

He came in and we showered together again and I went down on him but didn't finish him off.  Neither of us was 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 quite 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 out here last night? 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 all of the above.  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 have before."

"I want to see it.  I want to see you shoot."

"You remember the mess I make,” he reminded me.

"Yeah, but 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."

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."

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 going 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.

"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 wasn’t surprised at his casual attitude, not after the guy looking around the partition at us. 

"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. 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 and its gonna be a ball 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 and took the towel 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."

“Oh,” I said, surprised. “We’re going to the pool?”

“Why not? Unless you don’t want to,” he said.

“Oh, no, I want to,” I said.  “I just didn’t think you would have the nerve to wear that to the pool.”

“Are you going to be uncomfortable, being see with me?” he asked.

“Absolutely not.”

We found a place on a small deck just 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 sunglasses.  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...only a few, to be sure...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 body 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. He’s going to flip over your panther." I said, laughing.  "Hell, I wish I'd brought my camera to get pictures of people looking at you."

Tuck covered his face again with his cap.  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 reached over and shook him gently by the shoulder.  "Hey, you need to turn over, you’re roasted enough on this side," 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 practically 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, dude!" 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 on this cruise with me this time," one woman lamented.

Tuck was even more the center of attention at the pool.  Stud that he was, 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, except that I’d seen a few brave females wearing thong-type swimsuits. I was surprised that he suggested we go for a swim.  He was even sexier when he got out of the water. 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 against 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 finished our drinks dried, 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 and get in the elevators....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.

“God, if only my husband looked like that, I would never let him out of my sight.  I certainly wouldn't come on a cruise without him,” the woman said under her breath, but intentionally loud enough for everyone to hear.

Everyone laughed, which only goaded the two women on.

“Would you slap my face if I felt of your butt?” one of them asked.

“Careful you don’t get bit,” came the tiny voice of an older woman from in back of the elevator. “You should see his tattoo; a big black panther.” 

“Show us your tattoo,” Marcie said.

I could see that Tuck was really getting embarrassed now, and I was afraid she might be pushing things too far, but he surprised all of us when he deftly undid the towel and pulled it off.

"Ohh, nice panther!" 

There were oohhhhs and aahhhhs as he fumbled to wrap the towel around himself again.

“Oh, my Godd!” Marcie gasped, and boldly reached down and clasped her hand over the side of his butt. Tuck, nonplussed, simply clenched his butt muscles tighter.

"Marie, you've got to feel this!...Godd, he's got the hardest, tightest butt I've ever seen!” 

His face was a little red but Tuck was eating it up.  The elevator came to a gentle halt at the fifth deck. Her friend, excused herself and started to get off when Marie grabbed and pulled back. 

"What deck are you on, I'm riding up with you," she asked Tuck.

Everyone got a god laugh as the elevator rushed up to deck eight where most of the people got off. On the way up to the tenth deck, 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 their bodies.  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. 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

"Oh, my Godd...Oh, my Godd...Oh, my Godd..." the woman gasped, fanning herself, as the elevator doors closed.

“Geezzuss, you damn 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. 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 as I waited for him to state his business.

"We were just taking a shower," I said.

"Oh, damn, and I don't have my towel or my camera," he said. "But 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?" he asked in a timid voice.

"Yes."

"Oh...you lucky bastard,” he said under his breath. “He is the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. I can only imagine what he looks like in the shower. Not that I would throw rocks at you,” he added.

Just then Tuck came out of the bathroom, drying himself.

“Oh, sorry.  I didn’t know we had company. Hey, you’re one of the skaters.”

“Yes, I brought copies of the pictures I took,” the youth said nervously.

"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. He was so nervous. “I wish I’d brought my camera,” he added, his eyes raking up and down Tuck’s body, and mine as well. "I love your tattoo," he said.

“Thanks. He’s got one just like it,” Tuck said as he took me by the shoulder and turned me around so the boy could see mine as well.

“That is so neat!” he exclaimed. But he had gotten a look at Tuck’s manhood hanging out thick and heavy, fluffed up from his shower. "Ohh, my Godd!"  he gasped. then quickly regained his composure. “I’m sorry, I hope I haven’t embarrassed us both,” he said.

“Not him,” I said jokingly.

“Yes, you’re probably used to it,” the boy said.

Tuck laughed as he reached into the closet for a pair of briefs.

“Well, I suppose I should go,” the skater said.

“Thanks for dropping off the pictures,” Tuck said.

“Yes, you’re welcome.”

When the boy was gone I turned to Tuck. “Why didn’t you just let him have it?”

“He didn’t ask for it,” he replied flippantly.

"He's going to have wet dreams for a month," I said.

“Hey, do you want to go down and shoot some hoop before dinner?" Tuck asked.

“We’ll have to shower again,” I pointed out.

“Would that be so bad?” Tuck joked.

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 other 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 jukebox.  We took a booth, Christian and me 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 didn’t tell them what deck I was on and I noticed Tuck 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," Christian 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 our age on board," Tuck said.

"A couple of women practically raped him on the elevator," I said

"That's not so hard to believe," 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….," I said, making the offer even sweeter.

"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 suggested.  "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."

“By the way, we haven’t looked at your pictures,” I said, handing him 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.

"Damn, 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.  "It’s been 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 even be feelings there...sort of...if we'd met sooner, maybe, and had more time. I’m not saying I could’ve followed  through on them."

"What feelings?" I asked with a frown and a smile.

"Well, I like you a lot." he said. "I think 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 your fiancé, 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 in the shower 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 so it might be a little rank," he said.

"No, I won't wash it," I said.  "Thanks." I held it in my hand to soak up the fresh 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 dug around in my bag for the poppers I’d brought along. Not that we needed them, but I thought it might be exciting to use them to enhancement. 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 do happen to 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 a pillow over his lap while I got the door. Sure enough it was Christian and Bobby.

"Were you were serious about that invitation to sleep on your balcony?" Christian asked 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 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.

“You guys can take one the mattresses off the bed and lay it out on the balcony,” I said.      

"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. I liked the way they were making themselves at home.

"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 and could get lost at his cabin. 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 Gear," 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.

"Yeah, but I was waiting for you to take these off of me," Christian said.

"The hell, you can go fuck yourself."

"Aww, not again, by myself," Christian moaned with disappointment.  "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 for us.

"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 out there 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.  "Damn, 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 and I could show them. 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 if they weren’t used to wine, 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 nightstand 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.

"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 glanced 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, you know it won't be safe to sleep in here with us," Tuck said with a sly grin. He was hinting to them 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."  He cocked his head with a sly grin. "Hey, maybe we are and don't know it,” he added, laughing.

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.

"Damn, you really suck it up don't you?"  Bobby said.

"Damn….Whew!"  I said, shaking my head.

"Too much?"  Tuck asked.

"Not the poppers," I said, suddenly feeling very bold.  "These two hunky studs here in our cabin....that's what's too much, on top of the poppers." I said it like I could be joking or serious, either way they wanted to take it.

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 I thought he needed and I wondered how experienced he was at handling poppers.  "We're all gonna 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 that path together.  Or maybe Christian was trying to lead me, hoping to lure his reluctant friend along 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.

"Give them a few minutes," I said.

"And then what?" he asked.

"I don't know, but I'll think of something.  How about you, do you care if I get something going with them?"

"Hell, no.  I didn't place any restrictions on you, either.  Besides, it might be a blast, all four of us," he said.

Tuck's words of encouragement were all I needed to boost my courage.  Hearing the two boys out on the balcony sent it to the danger point.

"Geezuss, man, move over, I can't sleep with your hardon in my back," Christian growled.

"Sorry, I thought you wanted to be gay for the night," Bobby chided him.

"Gay, maybe, but not brutalized by that club you're carrying around."

They were only joking around but there had to be something back in the recesses of their minds that prompted it.  It was time, I decided.  I had to take advantage of their momentum.  I got three beers out of the refrigerator and picked up the bottle of poppers for good measure.

"You fucker, you're going to get those boys drunk," Tuck said.

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," I said, and went out on the balcony.

"Are we making too much noise?' Bobby asked when I slid the door open.

"Naw, we weren't asleep yet," I said as I squatted down at their feet.  "You guys want a beer?  It'll help you sleep."

"On top of the wine, it'll probably make me pass out," Christian said as he took two of the beers and handed one to Bobby. He guzzled about half of his down.  Christian just sipped his beer.

"I'm going to make sure you're passed out first," he said.  "I don't want to pass out first then wake up in the morning and find out I've been raped."

"Ha! It wouldn't be rape," Bobby scoffed.

It was time to take the bull by the horns.  "The way you guys talk, it sounds like you're awfully curious about things," I said with a wry grin.

"What things?" Bobby asked innocently.

"I don't know, you tell me, what's going on in the back of that handsome head of yours with all the talk about being gay," I said.

He didn't respond.  He sipped his beer, looking at me over the top of the bottle.  Yeah, there was something going on in that head of his. After he'd taken another sip I handed him the poppers.  I was a little surprised that he reached for the bottle even though he acted like he didn't know what I was talking about. He didn't say anything as he dosed up on the poppers.

"Whew!  That stuff on top of the wine and beer, I don't know whether I'm getting a buzz or ready to pas out," He handed the bottle to Christian.

Christian took it rather hesitantly.  I wanted him to hurry up and use it before Bobby's dose wore off.  He held it gingerly to his nose, like he was scared of it and I didn't understand his hesitation this time. Unless he was afraid of what it might lead to; what it would allow him to do, and he was afraid of it.

Bobby reached over and took the bottle.  "Shit, just suck it in," he said, as he put the bottle up to Christian's nose and squeezed one of his nostrils shut.

Christian obediently breathed in deep.  When Bobby tried to do the other side he took the bottle and did it himself.  When he was finished Bobby took another dose and handed it back Christian. I took it after Christian. I didn't want them to sail too far out.  I snorted it quickly and set the bottle aside, but within easy reach of the boys.

The two beautifully muscled boys took on a whole new aura as the poppers took effect.  They were absolutely stunning in their innocent sexuality.  I could almost smell the testosterone exuding from them.

"You said we were curious?  About what?" Bobby asked.

I moved quickly while the poppers were still doing their stuff.  "If you really want to find out……."  I straddled their legs, Bobby's left and Christian's right, and boldly reached for their cocks.

"Ohhh!" Bobby gasped, startled.  Christian just moaned.  I was startled, too, at the size of Bobby's cock in my hand.  It was bigger in my hand than in my mind's eye.  It felt bigger around than Tuck's cock.  The boys laughed and giggled in their boyish stupor, till I leaned down and took Bobby's cock in my mouth.

“Awwwhhhh, fuuuuccckkkkk!” he groaned.

"Is your buddy asleep?" Christian asked in a hoarse tone.

"No, but he won't bother us unless you want him to," I said and went back down on Bobby’s cock.

"Awwwhhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned loudly.  "Ohhhhhhhh.…. Aawwwwhhh

 ….OOoooooooooooooMyyyyyGodddddddddd!"

I took that to mean this was the first time Bobby ever had a mouth around his cock. I sucked him for a moment then moved to Christian's cock.  I had to work them both before the poppers wore off, knowing that once I made the plunge, they were mine.

"Oh, Geezusss," Christian gasped.  "Ohh, Mannnn…. Fuck, man, what're you doing?"  He tried to make it sound like he was surprised and protesting but I still wondered about him.

Just then, Tuck appeared behind me. He tossed two pillows to the boys. "Here, better stifle it, you're gonna bring the neighbors around the partitions," he said. He didn't sound happy and he went back into the cabin.  I had a suddenly gnawing ache in my stomach….God, the last thing I wanted to do was make Tuck mad, but he said it was okay with him.  Still, I couldn't blame him if he was mad.  We had so little time left together, if that's what he was wanting.  But just then he came back out on the balcony.

I was moving from one hot teenage cock to the other. I was delighted when Tuck knelt down behind me. He was going to join in!  I felt his huge cock probing between my butt muscles.  The boys were really going to get an education, and have their curiosity satisfied.  They kept passing the bottle back and forth and they were lying on each other's arms now, to get closer together and tilt their hips toward each other so I could reach both of their cocks at the same time. I wished I had something stronger to give them but they seemed to be doing fine sailing high on the poppers, on top of the beer and the wine.

I wondered if I got them going, if I could get them to suck each other.

I moaned around Christian's cock as Tuck shoved his cock in me.  He went deep and I raised up and tossed my head back with a louder groan which left little doubt what was happening to me.

"What the hell!"  Bobby exclaimed in a bewildered tone.  "Aw man…are you….. is he…..fuck, Christian, look at that.  He's fucking him in the ass!"

Christian raised up, his eyes wide.  "No shit, is he fucking you?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yeah he's fucking me, big time,' I said.

"Damn, you are gay," Bobby said.  "You're fuckin' gay!"

"Did you just now figure that out, fuck-head?  He's been sucking our cocks for last ten minutes," Christian said as he took another snort of poppers.   It was a deep and long breath, almost determined.  He gave the bottle to Bobby and they traded it back and forth a couple of times before I took it and placed it out of reach.  They watched Tuck fucking me for a moment then laid back down. 

Maybe it was the two gorgeous teenager boys lying stretched out before me that put the icing on the cake but Tuck was really getting to me and it manifested itself in the way I sucked the boys' cocks.  I was literally devouring them and they were going nuts, holding each other tight, their muscular young bodies writhing against each other.  I knew part of the ecstasy was from the poppers and that gave me other ideas.

"You guys ever kiss?"  I asked.

"Hell, yes, what kind of dumb question is that?"  Bobby scoffed, his voice a little wavy, like he was half drunk.

"Each other?"

They reared their heads back from one another like they had bad breath.

"No.  Fuck, no," Christian said with a frown.

"Try it while I'm going down on you.  It's a real trip."

I didn't know if they would but if they'd had enough poppers and if I could get them hot enough……  They were looking at each other in a different way, anyway.  Looking, yet trying not to, or pretending not to; pretending not to be thinking about what I'd planted in their handsome heads.  In the dim light from the cabin I could see the curiosity on their faces and the daring in their eyes.  I kept sucking their cocks and handed them the bottle again.  One more time was all they needed, I was sure of it.  I just hoped I didn't run out of poppers. The stuff was being sucked up pretty fast.

The two boys doped up again, this time, it seemed, with a vengeance, or for courage.  I took the bottle and laid it aside again. They were looking right at each other, intently.  I could see their eyes shifting nervously.  They were thinking about it. They were going to do it!  I was surprised that Bobby made the first move.

"Aww, mannn, why'd you have to go and suggest something like that?" he moaned to me as he reached over and put his hand on Christian's face.

Spontaneously the boys' faces moved toward each other. They even had their tongues out, and in the next instant they were kissing, sucking on each other's tongues. They moaned nervously, surprised little moans and then whinnied and squealed in their newfound passion.

"Shit, I don't believe this!" Tuck whispered over my shoulder.

The boys kissed for a long time, squirming under me as they vied for my mouth and tried to bury their cocks in my throat when it was their turn.  They wrapped their arms around each other in a tight embrace and kissed passionately, smashing their young, muscular bodies hard against each other.  I decided to try to take it to the next level.  It was risky.  It could bring everything to a screeching halt and all of this wonderful pleasure could come crashing down around me, but it was worth the risk.  I raised up from their cocks.

"Goddd…..awwwhh….awwwhhh, guys, I've got all I can handle with this big cock plowing my ass; you guys are going to have to take care of each other for a little bit," I said as I straightened and pressed back against Tuck's body.

The boys parted and looked at each other.  It was a look of bewilderment, surprise, confusion and uncertainty.  Their cocks were throbbing, demanding attention.

"D-Do you….want to?" Christian asked in a hoarse whisper.

Bobby hesitated a second then said, "Sure….I guess so…..if you do.  What the hell will it hurt?"

They both started to move on the other, then realizing they would have to get in a different position. It was Bobby who got up and maneuvered himself around so they were in a sixty-nine position, lying on their sides.  They handled each others' cock gingerly at first, examining them, no doubt frightened of what they were about to do.  Bobby put his tongue out and flattened it against the head of Christian' s cock.  Satisfied with the taste or texture, or whatever he was testing, he put his mouth on it.  Christian's moan was muffled around Bobby's cock in his mouth.

"You are a devil," Tuck whispered in my ear as he plowed his cock in and out of my ass.

The beauty of the boys' curious innocence showed as they sucked each other. It was such a wonderful sight, it alone excited me.  It was more than two boys experimenting around, and it wasn't drug-induced for they continued to suck each other long after the poppers wore off.  A couple of times Christian reached down and squeezed his cock out of Bobby's mouth to keep from going off.  I think it scared Bobby and he stopped.

"Hey, I don't want you to come in my mouth," he declared as he raised up and moved around to lay as he was before, beside his buddy.

Their experiment was ended, for now, and I took it as a cue to go down on them again.  I barely had Bobby's cock in my mouth when it bolted and suddenly he was coming. His hot come blasted against the roof of my mouth in powerful thick ropes and flooded over my tongue. Godd, he tasted wonderfully sweet and fresh.  Like any teenager, his come probably was never more than twenty-four hours old. I kept my hand working up and down on Christian's cock while I sucked Bobby's load out of him.  Bobby whimpered and squealed as he shot his load, and in his lust he leaned over to kiss Christian again. Along with the bulk of the head of his cock, he was filling my mouth to capacity with his come and I swirled it around the bulging head to extract every drop.  When he began to drain he rested back down on his butt before he pulled his mouth away from Christian's mouth.

"Ohh, Geezussss," he swore as he threw his forearm over his eyes.

Quickly, I moved to Christian's cock. I wanted to finish him off before Bobby recovered because I didn't know what his reaction was going to be now that he was satisfied, and thinking more clearly and coming into the full realization of what he'd done. Thankfully, the wine and the poppers and a ball-shattering climax made Bobby totally relaxed and I had plenty of time to bring Christian to his climax. Behind me Tuck was still fucking me with a steady rhythm, with long, deep, full-cock strokes.  When Christian came he put his forearm over his mouth to stifle his cries. He shot off with even more power than Bobby but not as thick or as much.  It was like a powerful water pistol shooting into my mouth. I had already swallowed Bobby's load and Christian's brought a fresh, new taste to my tongue.  I had never really developed a taste for the stuff, even with Tuck, but I was already wishing for another load from these two boys.

"Do you want me to come?"  Tuck asked in a hoarse tone.

"Yes, if you want to."

"Are you gonna make it?" he asked.

"I don't know. I've been so close for a long time," I said.  "But it doesn't matter."

"Jack it off with me," he said.

I fisted my cock while Tucked fucked me and reached around to maul my balls and I leaned down to suck on the boys' rubbery cocks, both at the same time.  Tuck shot off inside me which melted my trigger, and I shot off all over the boys bellies and legs and on their cocks.  Tuck collapsed on top of me and I wanted to collapse on the two boys but I stayed positioned on my hands and knees. The next moment could well be very unexpected, even volatile.  I squirmed under Tuck and he raised up and pulled his cock out.  I sat back on my haunches astraddle the boys' thighs and they stirred.  Christian first, then Bobby.

"You guys okay?" I asked in a lighthearted tone.

"I think so," Christian replied.

"How about you?" I said, squeezing Bobby's thigh.

He jerked away and raised up. "I need to use your shower," he said.

"Sure.  There's room for both of you," I said.

"I'll shower by myself," he said.

We scrambled to let Bobby up; he seemed to be in a rush.  I was afraid of his tone.

"Is he going to be okay?" I asked Christian when Bobby had gone into the bathroom.

"I don't know….maybe he'll need a little time."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah.  Fuck, yeah.  I've never been more okay in my life."

"Was that your fist time?" Tuck asked him.

"Yeah, but I've been wanting it to happen for a long time."

"Maybe you should go check on Bobby," I said.

"I will, in a minute.  He's a little more up tight in his thinking, as you can tell," Christian said.  "I've been around a lot more than Bobby.  I never did anything like this before, but I'm okay with it, more than he is."

"Is it the sex….the whole thing?....or is it the kissing, do you think, that got to him?" I asked.  I was getting worried.  I didn't want to see the boy so upset. If he came out of the bathroom angry he would be like a mad bull. The three of us could contain him but he could do some damage that I didn’t wasn’t to have to explain. If he was underage, my life could essentially be over.  The worse scenario, if he was distraught, I could just see the headlines of a boy jumping overboard from a cruise ship.  Suddenly, I was more than worried; I was scared.

Christian laughed softly and answered my question.  "Probably both, "he said.  "I mean, you gotta realize, Bobby is the ultimate macho stud and knowing that he kissed another guy….and worse, went down on him….well, that might take him some time to adjust to."

"Will he deal with it?"  I asked.

"Oh, he's too macho not to," Christian said.

I was relieved to hear that.  "Go check on him," I said.

Christian went into the bathroom and closed the door.  I looked at Tuck.  "I'm sorry I brought you into this, if it turns ugly," I said.

"No apologies necessary for me," he said. "I enjoyed the hell out of it. But we might have a problem with Bobby that we gotta get resolved before he leaves here."

Christian spent too much time in the bathroom which made me more concerned.  Finally, I went and knocked on the door. 

"You guys okay?

There was a pause, then Christian called back, "Yeah."  Then he came out, closing the door behind him. "I hope you don't have to use the bathroom real bad.  He's going to be a few minutes."

"Why?  What's he doing?  What's the matter?" I asked.

"He, uh….he was crying."

My heart sank right down into my churning stomach.  Worse than the concerns I had for myself, I was deeply sorry that I had put the boy through such anguish just for a little bit of pleasure.  Christian handled it more light-heartedly.  After a few minutes he went and knocked on the door.

"Come on, I gotta shower, too," he called out. "You don't want me to come in there, man, cause if I do, you're really going to be fucked up…..if not fucked."

I was encouraged that Christian could talk to him like that, but it still didn't quell my fears about Bobby.

"I'm coming…..I'm coming, fuck-head," Bobby said as he came out of the bathroom.

We all looked at him.  Tuck looked like he didn't want to be there, and I got the impression that he stuck around for my sake.  Christian had a rather impatient look on his face.

Bobby stopped drying off rather abruptly and asked, "What's everybody looking at me for?  You never seen a naked guy before?"

We laughed but I didn't like the tremor in Bobby's voice, like he was trying to cover up his feelings.

"We were a little worried, when you were in the bathroom so long," I said in a gentle tone.

"Nobody told me I had a time limit," he said.

Christian went over to him and put his arm around his waist.  Bobby cringed a little but didn't move away.  "Hey, are you all right, buddy?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," Bobby replied, sort of twisting away from him.

"Don't pull away from me like that or I'll kiss you again," Christian said, laughing, then he went in the bathroom.

Bobby laughed, rather nervously. I knew I had to say something, but what?

"Look, I'm sorry if I pushed you guys a little too far," I said

"You didn't push us into anything we didn't want to do," he said, taking responsibility for his own actions.

I was glad to hear him say it but I think he was doing just that…..saying it.

"Yes, but I plied with you with wine and beer then gave you poppers……"

"It's not the first time I've had booze and poppers, only it's always been always been beer and poppers," he said.  "And none of those times did anybody force me to do anything."  He put his chest out and sort of tightened his muscles.  "Come on, do you think you could force me to do anything I didn’t want to do?"

"No," I said with a smile.  "I don't think anybody could force you to do anything you didn't want to do.

Christian was quick in the shower and he came out, drying off.

"He's worried because I told him you were crying," he told Bobby.

Bobby gave him an angry frown but quickly recovered.  "Oh, that, yeah, sometimes, I get emotional," he said with a shrug.  "Hell, sometimes I cry after a game, or if I see a little kid doing something great that he didn't think he could do. You know, shit like that."

"In other words, what he's trying to say is, the sex was so good he got emotional," Christian put in.  "Ain't that right, buddy?" He smacked him on the bare butt.

Bobby scowled and jerked away from him.  I still thought they were putting on a front, both of them trying to cover up Bobby's real feelings.

"Come on, you know you like me playing with your butt," Christian chided him.

"How about you kiss my butt," Bobby growled, sounding more good-natured now.

"Bend over, I'll do more than kiss it," Christian said.

"You don't want try that unless you know what you're doing," I warned.

They looked at me funny and I quickly shrugged it off. "Whew!" I let out a sigh.  "I'm sure glad to hear you guys are getting back to normal."

"Oh, it's gonna take me awhile to get completely back to normal," Bobby said.

"Ha! That won't ever happen," Christian said.

"Shit, getting my cock sucked, kissing this fucker," Bobby said, grinning at Christian.  "You ever tell anybody about that, I'll tear both your arms off," he threatened.

I noticed that Bobby never included going down on his buddy in his litany of things he'd done.

"Who the hell am I going to tell that I kissed my best friend?" Christian scoffed.  "I've got a reputation too, you know."

"Well, I wish I had some more wine so we could celebrate Bobby's returning to normal," I said jokingly.

"How about another beer?" Bobby said.

I was surprised. I looked at Tuck.  He blinked and glanced at Christian, who shrugged and smiled.

"Unless this party's over," Bobby said, sounding rather down.  "I'm still good to go, but maybe you want us to leave."

"Oh, I….no, I didn't say that.  No, you certainly don't have to leave," I said.

Bobby looked at Tuck.  "How was it…..fucking his ass?"

"Incredible," Tuck said.  "He's got the tightest, hottest ass on this ship."

"That right?"  Bobby asked me.

"If he says so."  My asshole was tingling at the thought of being fucked by the hunky muscle-teen.

"Would you let me fuck you?" he asked boldly.  "Think you can take my cock?"

"Yes, I would like that," I said.

"What say we bring the mattress back in and make up the bed, there would be more room for the four of us," Christian said, with a glance at Tuck.

I was relieved and happy. He obviously wanted Tuck in on it. Good, this was going to go on all night!  While they re-made the bed I got the four beers out of the refrigerator.

"You got any more poppers?"  Christian asked.

"I don't need it, the beer's gonna do me fine," Bobby said.  "You're the one who's probably going to need a shot of poppers," he said to me, stroking his cock to a fast hardon.

Godd, he was huge!  Amazingly huge for a teenager.  Not as long as Tuck but he was thick as my wrist. No wonder my mouth felt so stretched.  He was right, I was probably going to need the poppers.

"Did you use a condom?" Bobby asked Tuck as he was stoking his cock which was not yet at full staff.

"No.  He's got `em but you don't have to use one unless you want to.  He's clean," Tuck told him.

Bobby followed Tuck's lead from out on the balcony. He got on the bed on his knees and motioned for me to get on my hands and knees in front of him. I took the position, already lubed up and ready.  I didn't use the Anal_Ease. Tuck had me nice and stretched and I wanted to feel the full effect of being pried apart by that big club. Bobby didn't fumble around. He knew what he was doing.  He aimed, pressed the head of his cock on target and shoved his cock in me.  Not hard or brutal, but all the way in one determined stroke.

"UUuuuhhhhnnnnnn!" I moaned softly, grabbing a pillow to hug.  It hurt. I expected it to yet it took me by surprise.  He stretched my asshole more than Tuck's cock.

"Ohh, Geezusss!" Bobby gasped. He took in several quick breaths.  "Awwh, Goddamn, Christian, you gotta feel this!  Man, I never felt anything like it in my life!"

"Come on, you haven't been a virgin since you were twelve," Christian scoffed.

"Yeah, but none of those girls pussies felt like this," he said.

"Hurry the fuck up, then, so I can see what it feels like," Christian said.

"Huh-uh.  I'm taking my sweet time.  I'm gonna make this last all fuckin' night," Bobby said.  "I'm gonna fuck him a new asshole. You’re gonna have to settle for hour fist.”

Bobby fucked like a machine.  Not rough or anything, but it was like he was on a high charge.  I loved the way he moved his cock around inside me. His awkwardness at first only made it better. But he quickly became more expert, tossing me around like a rag doll, into one position then another. He used me like I was a piece of meat made for his pleasure.  I didn’t mind. He was no typical teenage boy; aside from having the body of a man, he had staying power and self-control that most men would envy.  I was beginning to think he really did intend to fuck me all night.  But then he pulled out and moved out of the way, motioning for his buddy to take his place.

"Try it," he said, "you ain't never going back to girls."

Christian wanted me like a girl. I turned over on my back and lifted my legs.  When he shoved his cock in me, he seemed to freeze.  He was raised up off his haunches, his mouth open and his eyes bugged out in surprise.

"I told you," Bobby said.

"Awww, fuck, you're right, Bobby.  No girls' pussy ever felt like this. Goddamn, he is alive in there!"

"Yeah, feels like a thousand tiny fingers on your cock, don't it?"

"A thousand tiny fingers in a velvet glove," Christian said.

I loved the boys' analogy. I had to wonder about Christian's being so macho; I was sure he was gay, or had a big streak of curiosity in him.  They took turns fucking me while I took turns sucking their cocks, still warm out of my ass, and I sucked Tuck's cock in between   They were quite surprised that I

sucked their cocks right out of my ass.

"Hey, do you want a turn?" Bobby asked Tuck.

"Yeah."

It was a triple treat, Bobby, then Christian, then Tuck, and all over again. They liked watching Tuck fuck me.  Their eyes were glued to his bulging muscles.

"We could learn something from him," Bobby said.  "Mann, how'd you learn to fuck like that; all those moves?"

"I expect I've got a few more miles on my cock than you guys," Tuck said.

"Yeah, you're probably due for a 100,000-mile checkup," Bobby joked.

They wanted to fuck Tuck but of course that didn't happen.  He told them they could suck his cock but they wouldn't do it.

"I'll suck your cock if you let me fuck you," Christian offered.

"Afraid not," Tuck said.

"Okay, I'll suck your cock if you'll go down on me," Bobby said.

"Afraid not," Tuck said again.

I noticed how Christian was watching Tuck fuck me, as if he were mesmerized.

"Goddamn, stud, you're so damned good-looking, I could almost kiss you,” he said.

Bobby and Tuck both laughed.

"How the hell do you almost kiss somebody?" Bobby asked.  "You either kiss `em or you don't."

"Don't try it unless you want to get kissed back," Tuck joked.

There was a hesitation, an uncertainty, then suddenly Tuck shocked me as he reached out and pulled Christian to him and kissed him, full and hard on the mouth.  The boy squealed and I could see them practically eating each other up and Christian wrapped both arms around Tuck's broad shoulders.  I was surprised at Tuck, but it was like he was doing it on a dare, to shock the boy.

"Shit, man, you'd think you're in love with the guy," Bobby drawled.

Suddenly, Christian wrapped his arm around Bobby and kissed him. Bobby's natural instinct was to recoil at first but then he relaxed and wrapped both arms around Christian and they rolled into a long, passionate kiss. So passionate and so long that I wondered if it might escalate into something more serious.  Bobby voiced my sentiments exactly.

"Shit, man, we keep this up, we're gonna be sucking each other's cocks again," Christian said.

"Yeah, or fucking each other," Bobby said.

It didn't go any farther, at least not then. It was wonderful to see the way they shed their inhibitions with each other yet their macho-ism held them in check.  We were at it most of the night, me being the center of the activity, simply because mine was apparently the only ass that could be fucked.  My ass felt like it could've taken on a horse.  I was especially happy that the two boys, having experienced the thrill of it, kept kissing each other, then Tuck, then me, and they goaded me and Tuck to kiss when he was fucking me.  They tried again to fuck Tuck but he kept them at bay.

Finally he said, "Okay, sure you can fuck me but only after I fuck you." He didn't mean it of course.  He was only calling the boys' bluff to put an end to it.  Still, there was a deathly quiet pause, a moment of uncertainty, before one of the boys laughed it off and the moment passed.  I was surprised a second time when I realized that Tuck was fingering Christian's ass while the boy was astraddle my chest feeding me his cock.  Christian shot off a hellacious load that time.

"Man, you gotta let him finger your ass while you're getting sucked," he told Bobby.

"Not a fuckin' chance," Bobby said.  "That's a little too queer for me."

"More than kissing all of us…..and going on down on me?" Christian reminded him.

"Hell, I was drunk when I did that," Bobby said.

"It's not like you'd be getting fucked," Christian said.  "It's like that time when that young doctor used his finger up our asses when he was giving us physicals and he made us shoot all over the place."

"Yeah and we found out that doctors don't do that exam on guys till they're about thirty, or something, not to high school jocks," Bobby said.

"Needless to say, he didn't remain our team doctor after that," Christian said.

I suspected Tuck, now that he was comfortable with the boys, wasn’t going to give up on them so easy.  I thought that Bobby, especially, was a challenge to him.  When Bobby was fucking me again, Christian urged him to let Tuck finger his ass.

"Just let him touch it, then," he said.  "It feels good. Like a girl feels when you finger her pussy."

Bobby didn't say anything, yes or no. I didn't know if he was going to agree, but there was something in him that prevented him from telling Tuck not to do it.  It was okay, though, when Tuck took the initiative.  As Bobby swung his butt back with his long cock-strokes in and out of my ass I saw Tuck reach out and touch his butt.  I was relived that Bobby didn't recoil or do or say anything.  I could tell when Tuck took it to the next level, the way Bobby's face sort of screwed up, sort of a wince, but he didn't look like he was hurting.  Then I saw Bobby's mouth open and I knew Tuck had his finger up his ass.

"OOoooohhhhhhhhhhhh," Bobby moaned softly.

"Feels great, doesn't it?" Christian said.

"Ohhh….Ohhhhhh," Bobby groaned as he began twisting around on Tuck's finger and lobbing his cock around inside me. Tuck found his prostate and took him over the top.  The boy shot off inside me like a power hose and I wondered where it was all coming from, except that he was a teenage boy.  Still, I was amazed that he could produce so much come in such a short time. We rested while we finished off the beer.  I thought we might be done, that the boys might be exhausted and part of me wanted to be in bed with Tuck by ourselves.  How wrong I was.

"Hey, Bobby, do you wanta try my cock in your ass in place of his finger?" Christian asked.

"In your dreams," Bobby scoffed.

There was something else I wanted to show the boys."

“Come on up here and get on your hands and knees, side by side," I told them.  Maybe it would lead to something, I thought, maybe it wouldn't.

Christian started to move but Bobby hesitated.  "You two guys aren't gonna try to fuck us, are you?" he asked.

"No. Promise."

"Okay.  Your finger is as far as it goes," he warned as he crawled up beside his buddy at the head of the bed on his hands and knees.

"How about my tongue instead of my fingers?" I asked.

They both looked over their shoulders with dropped jaws and eyes wide.

"You're….t-tongue?" Bobby stammered.

"Bend down and stick your butts up here for me," I said.

They maneuvered together with their shoulders in the mattress and their knees set apart and their tight, round butts stick up.  What a sight it was.

"Like this?" Christian asked.

"Yeah," I said hoarsely.  "Mann, talk about a feast."

I started with Christian and moved back and forth from one to the other.  I kissed their hard, round butt muscles first, then lapped my tongue along the inside slopes.  I dragged my tongue along the crevices and as I was doing one, I could see the other boy squirming anxiously for his turn, their assholes were clenching madly. Christian moaned when I flicked his asshole with my tongue.

"Is he doing it?" Bobby asked excitedly.

"Awww, yeahhhhhh!  Goddammm!  I never felt anything like it!"

I lingered a few extra seconds with Christian, purposely to make Bobby wait; and I thought Christian could be worked up for more than just my finger.  When I got to Bobby he was already pulling his butt apart for me.

"AAaawwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he yelled when I licked his asshole.

I moved back to Christian.  This time I pulled his butt apart so his asshole was gaping open and shoved my tongue inside.

"Ohh…Ohhhh…Oohhh…Ohhhh…Awwhhh," he gasped as I tongued his ass.  He let out a loud sigh when I stopped and moved back to Bobby.

Bobby was anxiously pulling is butt apart again.

"Hey, how about you stack these guys and make room for me?" Tuck said.

It was a brilliant idea!  I was surprised I hadn't thought of it and glad Tuck had.

"What do you mean, stack us?" Bobby asked.

"Get on top of Christian so your asses are closer together and easier to get to," I said.

"Watch what the fuck you're doing," Christian said as Bobby stepped astraddle him and lay on top of him.

I pulled Bobby's cock back so I could get to it as well as his ass.

"Ohh, Mannnnnn!" I groaned at the sight of the two tight, round butts, one on top of the other, gaping for me. I stretched Bobby's ass open and drove my tongue through his hot hole.  He

choked; he couldn't even cry out.  I ate his ass for a moment then dove down for Christian's waiting hole.  I had to move Bobby's cock aside to get to it. Bobby was squirming on top of him, anxious for my tongue again.

"Okay, one more round," I said.  I wet my fingers and dug them into Christian's asshhole. Stretching it wide open, I could see the soft, delicate folds of his inner muscles moving with excitement.  I flicked the velvet hole and lavered it with my tongue then drove my tongue into the soft folds.

"AAAaaaaawwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried in a gasp.

I spent some time on him, hoping I could make him come, for he was pumping his cock with his fist.

"Ohh, Godd….OOHHH, Godddd…Aww, fuck, don't stop!" he cried.  "I'm gonna come.  Ohhh….keep doing it, I'm gonna shoot my load!"

But I eased off.  The position they were in was too good to pass up; Bobby's thick, hard cock laying down the crack of Christian's ass, and Christian's hole gaping wide open like it was begging for something.  I played with both of their cocks and their balls, pressing Bobby's cock hard between Christian's butt while I fingered Bobby's hole. Bobby humped his buddy almost desperately and by his motions, he was begging me to guide his cock to Christian's hole.

I glanced at Tuck who hadn't knelt over yet for me to tongue his ass.  He winked and grinned and gave me a go-ahead nod.

"I wanta fuck you," Bobby whispered in Christian's ear.  "Mann, I wanta fuck you so bad, buddy."

Christian didn't bolt to move out of the way.  I shoved Bobby's cock aside and drove my tongue in Christian's asshole again till he was moaning something awful, then I added my finger, then two fingers, till he was squirming around, thrashing his butt around and whimpering in the pillow. His asshole suddenly squeezed my fingers ferociously then relaxed, then squeezed again and I knew he was getting too close.

"Aww….Ohh, man…I c-can' take…anymore," he gasped.

I chowed down on his tender asshole for a few precious seconds longer, sucking the clenching muscle back around my tongue so I was literally fucking him with my tongue.  Then I raised up and pushed the head of Bobby's cock hard against his gaping hole.  Bobby hunkered up in position so his cock was pointing straight and I guided it into Christian's ass.

"AWWWWWwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Christian cried out as Bobby shoved his thick cock in him.  "Awwggghhhh…..man, w-what're you d-doing!"

"Aww….what the hell…Awwhh, Mann…..Aww, I'm fucking your ass!" Bobby groaned in disbelief.

Christian was almost sobbing with pleasure and as he choked on his moans I realized he was coming. Bobby was humping him hard, choking for breath himself. It took him only moments for them to finish.  His legs trembled, his butt trembled and he shook as he shot his load deep inside his buddy's ass, his legs shaking to support himself.

There was a moment when it seemed we were all suspended in time; me and Tuck was just gaping at the two boys.  Then suddenly, Bobby’s legs gave out and he collapsed down to his knees behind Christian pulling his cock free.  He wrapped his arms around Christian and hugged him in tight as he pulled them over onto their sides. That's when he felt Christian's come.

"Holy fucking shit!" Bobby exclaimed.  "Mann, I made you come, fucking your ass! Aww, man, this is great…..I'm gonna be fucking you all the time when we get back home."

Christian was silent, his body still being wracked by dry sobs of pleasure.

"Hey, buddy…..I didn't mean to hurt you…..I didn't even mean to do it…..it just happened.  It was your first time, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, fuckhead, it was my first time."

"Did it hurt bad?" Bobby said in his ear.

Christian nodded.  "I thought you were killing me."

"I'm sorry, man, but it just happened."

"Don't be sorry," Christian said.  "I've wanted it to happen for a long time."

"You did!?" Bobby exclaimed.

"Yeah, but you were too dumb to figure it out."

"Aww, fuck, man, all you had to do was tell me, I would've fucked you anytime you wanted me to.  I just wish it didn't hurt."

"It felt better than it hurt," Christian said.

"Fuck, I wish I could tell the guys back home about this," Bobby said.

"They wouldn't believe it," said Christian.  "Or if they did, they would want you to do it to them."

"Listen, if you want to find out how a cock feels up there, this is your chance," Tuck said to Bobby.

"No, I think I'll just keep on wondering about that for now," Bobby said.

"It he changes his mind, I can fuck him," Christian joked.

"How long have you been getting it?" Bobby asked me.

"Since I was about your age,” I said.

“You ever try to count how many times you’ve been fucked?” he asked.

“I don't know, I lost count a long time ago,” I said.

There was a mischievous grin that came across Bobby's handsome face.

"I'm not sure I like that look," I chided him.

"Are you stretched enough to take on two of us at the same time?  Me and Christian?"

My heart thudded in my chest.  It was something I'd always wanted to try and I’d had that dream fulfilled with the two boys in the woods but now I had these two beautiful muscle-boys to do it to me.

"Get real," Christian scoffed.  "He did good taking you by yourself, and Tuck.  Nobody could take two cocks this big, especially when one is the size of yours."

But Bobby kept looking at me with that questioning, lop-sided, mischievous grin, waiting for an answer.

"You are pretty big," I said, but I was only playing him along.

"You’re already stretched out, you ought to be able to stretch some more," Bobby said. He was already on his haunches, stroking his cock. He was so big that he was using both fists.  He motioned for Christian.

"Okay, genius, how the hell do we do this?" Christian asked.

"Let him lie on top of you," Tuck told him.

I straddled Christian's muscular body and lowered myself onto his cock then laid back on him.

"Yeah, perfect," Bobby murmured, gazing at my now vulnerable butt. He was easily figuring it out for himself.  He positioned himself on his knees between Christian's legs and aimed his cock at my already plugged asshole.  Christian and I held still while Bobby tried to work his cock in alongside his buddy's cock. He fumbled at it a couple of times but the determination on his face told me he was going to do it one way or another, even if he had to drill me a new asshole.  He slipped a couple of fingers into my asshole on top of Christian's cock and pulled and stretched my already loose sphincter muscle.  He pulled it open enough to force the head of his cock through it, on top of his buddy's cock.  I winced with the pain.

"You need some more poppers?" he asked me

"No," I said, shaking my head.  I did, but I didn't want to be too far out when he started shoving his cock in me.  It hurt but I wanted to experience everything, even the pain of entry.

"Here goes, then," Bobby said and with that he reared up and shoved cock in all the way.

"Awwwwhhhhh, fuck, man, this feels fucking' weird," Christian groaned.

"Yeah, good weird," Bobby agreed as he began fucking my ass with his cock sliding along the top of Christian's meat. "You took it all right," he said to me.

"Yeah…you're good," I gasped.

"That hurting?  Are we too much for you?" he asked.

"No.  It feels incredible!" Being fucked by the two hunky teenagers at the same time ranked right up there with being fucked by Tuck, and I was wishing there was a way for all three of them to fuck me.  I really wanted Tuck and Bobby to fuck me.  Two cocks the size of theirs…..it would be some kind of record.

The new sensations the boys were experiencing, rubbing their cocks against each other inside my tight ass quickly took its toll.

"I'm gonna…..come….in about a minute," Christian gasped.

"Stop moving, try to hold off," Bobby said.

"You're the one that's moving.  Your cock sliding back and forth on top of mine is what's getting me off," Christian said.

Bobby stopped moving and we lay still for a moment, except for the two big cocks throbbing inside me.

"It ain't working," Christian said in a desperate tone.  "The way your cock's throbbing against mine…..shit, I gotta come, man….now…..I can't hold it off!"

Bobby started fucking me again, hard, determined to help his buddy get off. Christian cried out in anguish as his climax overtook him.  I felt the powerful pulsations of his cock as he shot his load in me.

"Aww, I can feel it," Bobby groaned as he fucked me.  "I can feel your come shooting all over my cock.  Goddamn, it's hot.   Ohh…..Oh….Ohh….Aww, I'm gonna come too!"

My insides were quickly awash with their hot, thick boy-come spurting like miniature cannons deep inside me.  After a moment, Bobby collapsed on me, out of breath.  We lay like that for only a moment or two before Christian complained that we were too heavy.  Bobby raised up and extracted his cock from my ass.  Christian's cock fell free and I felt the cool air wafting inside my terribly gaping hole.

"Aww, man, you ought to see the come gushing out of your ass," Bobby said.  It sounded crude but exciting, coming from him.  "Man, we blasted him full of the stuff."

"I can feel it.  It's running down all over my balls," Christian said. He let me lie atop him for a moment before he squirmed to get out from under me.

Bobby pulled Christian to his feet.  "Can we use your shower again?" he asked.

I was pleased that he was the one who was suggesting that they shower together.

“You have awakened a sleeping giant,” Tuck said when the boys were in the bathroom.  

The boys decided they should go back to their own cabin instead of spending the rest of the night out on my balcony.  I wanted to encourage them to stay the night, as planned, but a bigger part of me wanted to be alone with Tuck.  We had so little time left.

"Hey, maybe we'll meet up again sometime," Bobby said, putting out his hand as we were saying good-bye.

"I certainly hope so," I said.

"Where're you from, anyway" Christian asked us.  "Maybe by some fluke, we're close enough on the map that we can get together."

"Cleveland," Tuck said.

"A little town called Brownsport," I said.

"Would that be Brownsport, as in Ohio?" Bobby asked.

"You know Brownsport!?" I asked, surprised.

"We're from Dayton!" Christian exclaimed.  "Hey, we'll give you our phone numbers, you can call me.  Shit, man, it'll be great."

"Yeah, we can celebrate my birthday when we all get back," Bobby said.

I felt a twinge inside, wondering which birthday it would be but I was afraid to ask.

"Yeah, every year, it takes Bobby fourteen days to catch up with me, before we're both the same age again," Christian said.

The twinge turned into a tightness in my stomach that moved upward, nearly choking me as I waited to hear which birthday it was.  But they left it at that.  My breath became tighter in my lungs as the boys wrote down their phone numbers and Christian added his address.  I was glad they didn't ask for mine, and I didn't offer it.  I was happily relieved, the way Bobby told us good-bye.

"Well, I would kiss you, but this starts my week for girls," he joked.

 I closed the door behind them and leaned against it and let out a soft sigh.

"You can say that again," Tuck said.  "That was hot!"

"I still don't know how old Bobby is," I said.

"Look at him, he's gotta be nineteen," Tuck said, trying to placate me.

"One day off of eighteen is too far," I said.

"Hey, don't worry about it," Tuck said.  "We're on a cruise ship. Nobody ever sees anybody again. Hell, I had sex with them, too."

"Brownsport is less than ten miles from Dayton," I said.

"Dayton is a big city.  It would be a fluke if you ever met up with them again.  Unless, of course, you plan to get in touch with them."

"Of course not.  I'm just glad I didn't give them my phone number."

 When they were gone Tuck said he needed to go to his cabin and pack some stuff and not leave it all to the last minute.

"Are you coming back?" I asked.

"If it's okay," he said. "If they left any of that for me?"

"You know there'll always be some left for you, although it might not be as tight as before.  I'm up for the rest of the night."

A half hour later there was a knock at the door.  I assumed it was Tuck. I opened the door to find Bobby standing there with a shit-eating grin.

"Listen, I hate to bother you again, but I've got this girl lined up.  I met her at the teen club. All I need is a place," he    said in a hushed tone.

I hesitated as it soaked in what he was asking.

"You wouldn't even have to leave," he went on.  "We can use the balcony."

"When.  Where is she?" I asked.

"Waiting on the landing, so right now if it's okay. Or I can bring her back later, but tonight's the only time we'll have.  Whenever you say."

"No, it…..now is okay," I said.

"Great!" He rushed off, leaving me in a daze.  I was almost

breathless with excitement that I might just be able to watch the young stud fuck the lucky girl.  Fuck, it would be hot to see him in action.  He came back a moment later with a very pretty brunet who looked several years older then him.

There were no introductions.  Bobby knew me and I knew Bobby and me and the woman didn't need to be introduced.  I almost asked if they wanted a mattress but he was leading her through the cabin to the balcony.  He grinned as he pulled the curtain shut.

"We'll try not to be long," he said.  Then I heard the glass

door sliding shut.

I wished he'd left the curtain open.  The woman looked old for Bobby….maybe mid-twenties, definitely college age. But I still didn't know how old Bobby was and I wondered if she knew, or if she cared.

Before long I was hearing groans and muffled squeals coming from the balcony even though the door was closed. He must be fucking her brains out, I thought. I longed to take a peek but I didn't want Bobby to see me spying on him.  After about a half hour I wondered, if this was his "we won't be long", how long was a long time for the little stud.  I was known to last two/three hours myself but horny teenager boys usually have a short fuse.  Not Bobby.  It was another twenty minutes before I heard the door slide open.  Bobby shoved the curtain back and the woman stumbled past me to rush to the bathroom. She seemed dazed and disoriented.

"She's got come running down her legs," he whispered, laughing.

"I'm surprised she can even stand up." I said, glancing at my watch.

"I guess I took longer than I thought.  Sorry."

"No, its okay. From the noise I heard, I was just thinking about that poor woman."

"Were we too loud?"

"Not for me," I said with a grin.

Bobby got dressed and he had the woman's clothes gathered up for her when she came out of the bathroom. She still had that dazed look about her, like she didn't know quite what'd happened to her.  They left without her saying a word. Bobby thanked me with a nod and a wink. 

Tuck came back to my cabin a short time later.

"I just had Bobby here, with some woman he picked up."

"Just Bobby?  Not the other kid?"

"No, just Bobby," I said.

"You stayed?"

"He said there was no reason for me to leave."

"You got to watch?" Tuck asked.

"No, they did it out on the balcony, and he pulled the curtain."

"Too bad."

"He fucked her eyeballs out.  When she left she looked like she was in a stupor."

"Yeah, I could see how he could do that to a girl," he said.

"Actually, she wasn't a girl.  She was in her mid-twenties, college age at least," I said.

"That little fucker!"  Then he said,  "MMmmm, you smell good. Are you sure you’re up for it?”

"I'm up for whatever you want to do," I said.

I watched him strip down then he came and stood beside the bed with his big cock hanging out loosely and thick in my face.  "This for starters," he said.  "Then I wanta fuck your eyeballs out.  Watching you and those two little studs really turned me on."

I sucked his cock and turned him around so I could tongue his ass till he was so hot he couldn't wait to plunge his cock in me.  He fucked me into the morning yet he never touched me except as he would have touched a woman, holding my legs up or turning me over for a different position.  There was a deep longing in me for him to reciprocate in some small way but he maintained his macho stance throughout. It just wasn't something he did.  It was who he was and I accepted that. The thought of reciprocation would never enter his mind.  But he surprised me.

"You know, there's only one thing missing," Tuck said as he was fucking me for the second time.

"What's that?"

"Well….."  He hesitated like he wasn't going to say it.  "If this had all worked out the way it was supposed to…..I would be kissing all over Cindy while I was making love to her."

My heart skipped a couple of beats.  "Are you making love to me?"  I asked.

"Maybe not, but its one hell of a good imitation," he said.

I didn't say anything and Tuck just kept looking at me as he fucked me, with something akin to longing in his eyes. Maybe he was making love to me in his own mind, but he could never admit it.

"It just seems like that should be a part of it," he said in a hoarse whisper.

"It's not like we haven't already kissed," I reminded him. I trembled inside as his handsome face came to mine.  He kissed me first on the mouth; a gentle, passionate kiss that made me whimper.  Our lips locked wide open and Tuck's tongue sought out mine.  His cock bolted deep inside me as our tongues lashed around each other.  Then he began kissing along my neck, and down my chest.  I trembled when he flicked my tits with his tongue.

"You've got great pecs," he said.  "Real nice tits."

"Thanks."

"They're almost as big as Cindy's.  Except your pecs are much harder than her tits."

"I won't ask which you prefer," I said with a smile.

"I loved Cindy.  Or I thought I did.  But I don't think, now, that she could've ever made me feel like this."

"No man has ever made me feel like this," I said.

"There's such a big difference between the soft curves of a woman and the hard definition of a man's muscles," he said.

"I won't ask which you prefer," I said again.

"I sort of like the difference," he said.  "Your muscles feel

good."

"Your hands feel good," I told him.

"Do you want me to shot my load on you, or come in you this time?  I'm not that close; just asking," he said.

"It doesn't matter.  If you don't want to pull out…..if it's better for you that way…..fire it to me.  Fill me up with it."  I laughed softly.  "The night's not over.  It's not like there won't be another chance for you to shoot another load all over me."

"We don't have a whole lot of time left," he said.

"Then we need to make the best of it."

"I'm going to switch gears," he said.  "I'm going to fuck you hard, okay?  Really hard, like I think a man ought to be fucked."

"Go as hard as you want," I said.

Hard to Tuck was like he was playing football or something.  He put all the power he had into his long, full-cock thrusts, slamming into me like a pile-driver. Then he slowed down and cork-screwed his cock into my ass.  I barely recovered from one position before he began pounding me like a jack-hammer.

"Ohhh, Godd…..OHhh….Ohhhh, Godd, Tuck….Ohh, Fuck me…..Fuck me you big stud…..OHhh, Geeznsss, don't stop.  Don't stop, Tuck, you're gonna make me come.!"

He didn't stop but he slowed to a crawl so I wouldn't come.  I left the pinnacle in agony and drifted back off of my climax.

"Fuck, what're you doing to me?  You had me so close, then you stop?"

"I didn't stop," he said as he thrust his cock in and out of me. "I don't want you to come yet."

"You could drive me out of my skull, you know."

"Yeah, I picked up on that early on," he said with a grin.  "I could really put you through some torture.  But don't worry, I'll make you come.  I'll make us come together."

He took me to the pinnacle and back a half dozen times, till I was nearly dizzy with pleasure.  If he kept doing it, if I didn't come soon, I was going to go crazy.

"Hang on," he said then as he began to fuck me he hard again.  Slow, slam-dunk thrusts that rocked the bed and rattled my teeth.  As he picked up speed I hung on for dear life to the edges of the mattress. He was going to fuck me a new asshole, even more than the two teenagers when they double-cocked me. When we came it was an explosion that must have rocked the ship.  Tuck hit it first, deep inside my ass and at the feel of his first blast of hot come I opened up like a floodgate and started shooting, gushing come like a fire hose.

Tuck pulled out and finished shooting his load on me. All over me, mixing with my own come. I clung desperately to the edge of insanity as my head whirled around like a tornado.  I couldn't focus. I couldn't breath.  I choked, like I was sobbing. I think I might have even blacked out for a second. No one had ever fucked me like Tuck.  Then I felt his cock sliding back in me!

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked as he held his cock very still deep inside me.

"My God, I don't know," I whimpered.  "I don't know if I'll ever be all right again.  Nobody ever fucked me like you do."

"Good," he said, smiling.  "I wanted to do something great for you."

"My Godd, Tuck, don't you know by now what you do to me?"

"I do now," he said.  "The proof is all over you.  All over both of us," he said, wiping some of my come off his chest.  He held his finger out like he didn't know what to do with it.  "You want this?" he asked.

I opened my mouth and he put his finger in my mouth for me to lick it off.  He collapsed gently on top of me.  We lay there for a while then he rolled us over so we were on our sides, still with his cock buried inside me.  As before, I never went down completely.  Tuck did that to me.  It was as if his virility flowed into me, for his cock was still hard, too.

"Is that thing going to go down, long enough for you to get off the ship?" I asked jokingly.

"Not with you around," he said.

"If this cruise lasted a few more days I think I could be in love," I said, laughing.

Tuck laughed, a scoffing laugh.

"You don't think two guys can be in love?"

"Not unless they're both gay," he said.

"But one guy can love another, even though he's not gay," I said.

"Yeah, I suppose so.  But don't say it.  I don't want you to say it."

"All right, I won't say it.  But know that I'm thinking it," I told him.

"Okay, let's leave it at that."

It was his macho thing again and I respected that.  Being so damned studly and macho was much of what attracted me to him.  After awhile we pulled apart and went to shower together.

"I think we should take a mattress out on the balcony and spend the rest of the night out there," Tuck said as we were drying off.

"That  sounds like a plan."

"I know that's what I would do if……"  He stopped and looked at me with a shrug.  "Sorry, I don't mean to be comparing you to her," he said sheepishly.

"I don't take it that way," I said.  "It's not like you're never

going to think about her again and I don't mind the comparison."

"You shouldn't," he said.  "If it was a situation where I could have you both….well, it's hard to tell who would win out. Probably both."  He was inching his cock back and forth inside me as we talked.  "Why don't I go back up and finish packing and bring my stuff down here?" he said.

When Tuck returned we took one of the mattresses out on the balcony and spread a sheet over it.  Tuck got the top sheet in case we needed it.

"Too bad we don't have any more wine," he said.

"There are some wine coolers in the fridge," I said.

Tuck went to get the coolers and stepped onto the balcony with a glass in each hand.

"There should be a special toast," I said.  I reached up for one glass and held it out to him. I put the glass up to dip the head of his cock in the wine.

"Whew!  That's what I call a cooler," he gasped.

"Or a cock cooler," I said. "Your cock is so hot I could almost hear it sizzle in the wine."  I lowered the glass and leaned up to suck the wine off of his cock.  Tuck dropped to his knees beside me.

"Okay, something really special," he said.  And with that, he dipped the head of my cock in his wine.  He held his glass up to mine and we drank the toast.  "Does that make me gay by proxy?" he joked.

I was so touched by his surprise gesture that I started to well up. "I can't believe you did that," I said.

"I can't believe it either.  I can't believe a lot of things that have happened these past few days." He looked at me with that look of longing again.  "Or what might have happened if we'd met up earlier on the cruise."

"If we did have those few more days….are you thinking something could have developed between us, Tuck?" I dared to ask.

"I….I don't know….if you're ever in Cleveland," he said

thoughtfully.

"Having said that, do you think there's a chance in hell that I won’t be in Cleveland?  Hell, I would move there, if I thought there was a chance," I said.

"No, don't do that," he said, laughing.  "I've got some things to work out, by myself first."

"I hope meeting up with me hasn't confused the issue," I said.

"No. No, I don't think so. If anything, you've helped make things more clear."

I wasn't sure how but I was glad he thought so.  As the wine warmed us again I rested my leg over Tuck's thigh.  He slid his arm under me and I nestled my face against his chest.  He took his rubbery cock and rubbed it against the side of my butt.

"I hate to be a selfish glutton, but…,"  he began.

"I was thinking the same thing, but afraid you might start wearing out."

"That's never happened, and it sure as hell isn't going to happen now," he said.  "I can go on as long as you want me to, as many times as you can handle me."

"Have you ever been on the bottom?"  I asked.

"If you're thinking……."

"No, not that," I said.  "Not a bottom.  I mean have you ever had a woman on top?"

"Yes.  Do you want to get on top?"

"Yes, I want to rid you like a bronco. Like the stallion you are,” I said            

"Come on," Tuck said as he stretched out for me.

After he had fucked me yet again we lay exhausted, both of us basking in the brisk breeze and the short time that was left.

"You should have gone to see what cabin number 7886 was all about," I said. "It might have been fun."

"I don't need any more fun than I've got right here," Tuck said.  "Besides, with him, it would just be sex.  Like with those boys."

"And?  With me?"

"Well, you started out as my friend," he said.

"And ended up…..?"

"Well….my lover, for sure, for the time we've had together," he said.

"It gives me chills to hear you say that."

"It sort of jolted me, saying it.  But its true, isn't it? At least for now?"

"I would like to think so," I said.

"You're always cautious about everything you say," he said.

"I don't want to be presumptuous."

"You're not.  All you are is sexy," he said.

I laughed.

"I'm the one who shouldn't be presumption and I'm afraid I have been,” he said. He raised up to cock himself up on one elbow and gazed at me.  Up and down my body, like he was seeing me for the first time.  He touched my chest and trailed his fingers across my pecs. Then suddenly he reached down and cupped my balls.  I sucked in a little gasp.  I was so surprised.  When he took hold of my cock I couldn't stifle the soft groan that escaped my lips.

"I've never touched a guy like this before," he said huskily.

"I'm glad I'm your first"

"And last," he said.  He pulled on my cock, as if to test its size and strength and texture, not playing with it or anything.  "You've got a nice cock.  Great balls, too."

"Thanks.  That means a lot coming from you,' I said.

He held my cock in his hand till it got really stone-hard.  Then he pumped the sheath up and down several times.  My cock throbbed in his fist.

"Your hand feels good," I told him.

He pumped it a few more times as he gazed at it and I thought he might be thinking about going down on me.  I prayed he would, just to try it.  Just to have those full lips touch my cock, even for a brief few seconds, would be like a little piece of heaven to take back with me.  Then he gave my cock a hard squeeze.  "I wish I could do it, but……."  He let go, shaking his head. "Sorry."

"I told you, it's nothing to be sorry about.  We are all what we are, it's as simple as that.  And it's enough that you were even thinking about it."

"I'm sorry I got you all worked up for nothing," he said.

"It wasn't nothing" I said.  "Just having your hand around my cock meant a lot.  To know that you were even thinking about……."

"I guess I could……hell, why not?" he said as he reached for my cock again.  "Hell, it's not like I never jacked myself off.  A cock is a cock, right?"

"Not really, but I'm not going to argue the point."

"I guess I'm reciprocating," he said with a sly grin as he began jacking me off.

"You could say that," I agreed.

"If anyone ever found out about this……"

"Who could possibly fine out?  It's just us."

"There's so much between us now," he said.

I was sure the guy next door was watching, that he'd been watching and listening since we came out on the balcony; probably even when us and the boys were out there. The thought sent a sudden rush through me; what if the guy had seen us with the boys and thought they were too young?  But I shrugged it off

and I didn't care but I hoped he didn't show himself and spook Tuck and ruin the mood.

"I wanta finish you off," he said.  "I want to see you shoot."

"It may take awhile.  It always does, by hand."

"Are you're saying I need to go down on you?" he asked with a sly grin.

"No, I wasn't saying that.  I'm just saying it takes me a long time by hand. Probably because I've done it so damned much, my cock is numb to it."

"Yeah, haven't we all?  Have you ever been in a circle-jerk, you know with more than one guy?" he asked.

"Who hasn't?"

"I haven't," he said.

"What a sheltered life you've had," I said.  "You should have said something while the boys were here."

He laughed.  "Yeah, we had so much time for a circle-jerk," he scoffed.

"I could find Paco," I offered.

"Paco is asleep."

"Paco is probably doing the same thing right now," I said.

"By himself, do you think?  Or with the guy he shares a cabin with?"

"I don't know, but Paco should come with a warning label for any poor guy who is about to be assigned to the same cabin with him," I said. I hadn’t intended to reveal about me and Paco, but now I didn’t really care that it was out.

Tuck gave me a confused look.  "You sound like you know Paco pretty well."

I smiled.

"How well do you know him?" he asked.

"It was before you and I met," I said.

"No kidding!  You got together with Paco?"

"Now do you want me to call him?" I asked.

Tuck shook his head.  "No, I don't want Paco or anyone else intruding on the little time we have left. I'm glad those boys didn't stay the whole night."

"I am too.  It was great with them but I was looking forward to just you and me for the time we have left, and hoping you were, too. We should be making good use of it."

"This isn't making good use of it?" he asked, squeezing my cock.

"Oh, this is wonderful, but I meant better use for you, too," I said.

"Then why don't you jack me off. It could be my first circle-jerk."

He turned so we were in a sixty-nine position and I started jacking him off too.  We grew more relaxed and when I lay my head on Tuck's thigh, he laid his head on mine.  I was in a mild delirium with Tuck's hand around my cock and his head on my thigh.  Merely his touch was enough, although I wished with everything in me that he would touch my cock with his lips.

"Do you want some poppers?" I asked hoarsely.

"Trying to get me drugged up?" he asked with a grin.

"I was just asking," I said. "I'm not trying to pressure you into anything."

"Poppers could be a dangerous thing, especially in this position,” he said.

"Yeah, we saw what it did to those two boys," I said as I lapped at his cock.

"Do you think it will happen between them again?" he asked.

"Not with their aunt in the room," I said. "But when they get back home…well, who knows? You heard what Bobby said about fucking Christian when they got back home and Christian didn't voice any objection."  I gave his cock a few more strokes in my mouth.  "Tuck, there's something I have to say.  I don't know what's going on in your head right now with your head down there and your hand wrapped around my cock and I don't think you know either, for sure.  But you're not likely to find yourself in a situation like this again and I don't want you to regret it later….that you had a chance to discover something about yourself, and didn't take that chance."

"Was that a lame attempt at getting me suck your cock or what?" he said with a nervous chuckle.

I didn't say anything.  I'd already said what I wanted to say and there was nothing else, and besides, I had my mouth full of cock.  I could be satisfied with him jacking me off.

Tuck kept squeezing my cock and now and then he would move his hand up and down the shaft, almost like he was doing me a token favor.   I had my face buried way down between his buns when I realized felt the heat of his breath on my cock. I raised my head and glanced down at him; his mouth was less than an inch from the head of my cock, his gaze intent.

"Tuck…..don't……unless you're sure," I said.

"If I was so all fired sure about anything, I wouldn't even be here in this position, would I?" he said.

I wished I could see his face better, to see if the final vestiges of macho inhibitions were crumbling; where his desire might be taking him.  The desire was there, I was sure of that, confused as it was.  They say it's there in every man but I felt his

inhibitions were too strong to even recognize that strangely forbidden desire within himself. I waited with baited breath.  Nothing happened, except for his hand. Meanwhile, I was intensely occupied with his butt.  I had his asshole so loose and stretched that I could bury my tongue in it.  I dug my fingers into the hole and stretched it open even more and gave him more of my tongue.  He gasped and squealed with pleasure.  I worked one finger into his ass, all the way, and he moaned louder.  I got real brave then and worked another finger along beside it. He groaned and winced a little but made no attempt to stop me, or even move away from my hand.  I wriggled my fingers around inside his hot, delicate asshole.  I danced them around on his prostate and that drove him over the top

"OHhh Godddd!  Ohhh, fuck, I don't know what you're doing in there, but don't stop dong it!  Ohh, Geezuss….Ohhh, Mannnn….keep doing that…....you're g-gonna make me come!"

His asshole gripped my fingers tightly then relaxed, then squeezed again then I felt his load surge through the thick vein between his legs.  Seconds later he was bathing my chest with his hot load.

"Goddamn!"  he gasped, when he was able.  "Now I know what a girl feels like!"

"Not quite. A girl doesn't have a prostate," I said.

"Is that what you were hitting?  My Godd, it's like I had a clit inside me.”

"The nice thing about going off that way, most guys' cocks don't go down, just like yours," I said.

"Yeah, you can keep right on sucking it if you want," he said.

I went back down on his hard cock. He whinnied with pleasure as I continued to finger his ass again and his hot breath bathed my cock.  So hot.  So close. Oh, Godd, he's going to do it this time!  Maybe the desire was stronger than his curiosity after all. I felt his thick fingers tighten around my cock, squeezing and pulling on it and pumping it with his fist.  Then I felt his hot breath and I trembled with anticipation.

"Aaaaawwwhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"  I moaned aloud as he took my cock in his mouth.  It was the most exquisite thing I'd ever felt.  Virgin lips always are, but Tuck's full, pouting virgin lips felt incredible.  I couldn't believe he was doing it!  I couldn't believe it when he began moving his tongue around the head.   He was sucking my cock!  Not just holding it in his mouth.  He was sucking it!!  Up and down the shaft, now, and using his tongue!  I relished the moment that I knew would pass all too quickly, as soon as he was fully aware of what he was doing.  He did it longer than I expected.  He stopped rather abruptly, then, and raised up.  He held onto my cock for a moment, as if he might do it again, but then he let go of it.

"Sorry.  I can't do it," he said.

"Aww, you did it," I said, still a little breathless. "You know what it's like, now.  Curiosity satisfied."

"Yeah, but the only thing I'm worried about is what fueled my curiosity."

"Going down on me don't make you gay," I assured him.  "You tried it. You didn't like it.  You won't do it again.  It's as simple as that."

"Whew!  I don't believe I did it this time," he said.

"I don't either."

"You knew I would, though, didn't you, eventually," he said.

"No.  I felt you wanted to try something, but I wasn't sure you would."

"One thing I am sure of, I want to fuck you again," he said.

I didn't want to give up his cock. "Can I have your load first?  Can you keep it up to fuck me if you give me a load?"

He laughed.  "Give me a break.  Has my cock gone down once in the last forty eight hours?"

I sucked his cock. He got so hot he could hardly wait to fuck me; he was panting to get at me.  When I finally got his load he wasn't even finished before he pulled his erupting cock out of my mouth, turned me over and plowed it into my ass.  He fucked me more furiously for a moment then turned me over.

"Damn, you are a machine," I said.

"Yeah, a fucking machine.  But you like it, don't you?"  he said with a wide grin. "I wanta come again, then keep right on fucking you.  I want to come as many times as I can and take you off as many times as you can make it."

I looked at my watch. "We can cram only so much sex into a two hour time period."

"Two hours, is that all the time we have?"

"If we're going to eat breakfast.  We have to be out of the cabin by 8:00."

"Let's get cramming then," he said as he started fucking me harder. Tuck knew how to cram.  He fucked me twice more without ever losing his hardon, even though he shot off every time plus once in my mouth.  The first was in me. The other one was all over me, mostly on my face and chest and shoulders. I thought it strange that he told me not to wipe it off.  As he was sliding his cock back into me for the third time he said, "There's one more thing….I know I'm not gonna like it but I gotta try it," he said hoarsely.  Then he leaned down and kissed me squarely on my come-covered mouth!  He lapped his come from my lips and fed it to me with his tongue. We both whimpered and squealed with pleasure as I fed it back to him. I heard him swallow but I didn't know if he had swallowed any of his come.

Suddenly he raised up with a heavy sigh.  "Whew!  That was hot!!!"

"I hope you still think so later," I said.

"Fuck, how the hell do you keep your ass so tight?"

"The size of your cock has something to do with my ass feeling so tight," I told him.

After the third time he fucked me I spent the short time we had left making love to Tuck’s body.  I sucked his cock and his balls.  I tongued his ass. I covered every inch of his muscular body with my mouth and tongue. I wanted to devour him.  I got us both so hot that we both shot off together one last time. Most of both loads were on Tuck and I was pleased that he didn't mind.  We lay exhausted, finally, on each other's arms, gasping for breath.

"I suppose we ought to shower," he said.

"Yeah, but first……" I leaned over him and began lapping up our come from his glistening muscles.

"Aww, that is so fuckin' sexy," he said.  "Shit, if we had a couple more hours, I think I would be asking you to come back to Cleveland with me," he joked.

"I'll see you in Cleveland," I promised.

We showered together but that's all it was; a nice, intimate shower.

"I never got any pictures," I said.

"Everybody else did," Tuck said. "Aren't they sending you copies?"

"Yes, but I have some film I want to use up.  Do you mind?"

"Like this?" Tuck asked, holding the towel out from his naked body.

"For starters, then I would like for you to pose in the things I bought you.  Are they in your back-pack?"

"Yes.  I don't know how much time we've got, though," he said, glancing at his watch.

"Wear the burgundy, then, will you?  And the loin cloth."

Tuck dug out the loincloth and slipped it on.  His cock was fluffed up from so much sex, and the warm shower, and his manhood bulged something terrible. I took two pictures of him then he put on the burgundy thong.  It stuck out in a huge bulge, his manhood straining against the zipper and the silk material.  Tuck did several poses standing and lying on the bed and kneeling.

"Pull the zipper down a little," I said.

He did some more poses with the zipper pulled apart.  "If we keep this up, they're gonna be up here hauling our asses off the ship," he said.

There was a soft tap at the door and then it opened.  It was Paco.  We had forgotten to slip the Do-Not-Disturb card in the lock and he thought we had vacated the room.

"Oh.  I'm sorry.  I thought you were gone."

"It's okay, we were just leaving," I said.

"Like that?" Paco joked, motioning to our nakedness.

Tuck began gathering up his clothes to put on.  I checked my camera.  There were four exposures left.

"Would you mind taking some pictures of us?" I asked Paco.

"No, not at all."

I walked over beside Tuck and stopped him from putting his clothes on. We posed for Paco then I let Tuck put his briefs on.  I slipped mine on and we posed together again.

"Two more left, do you mind if I pose you for these?" Pack asked. He turned us facing each other with our hands resting lightly on each other's hips. He pressed us together so our briefs were touching.  "Now, look down at each other," he said. We did and he snapped the picture.  Then he posed us with our hands wrapped around each other's butts for the next one, looking down at each other. I wished he'd taken the last one of us posed naked.

"Hey, Paco, we're sorry about the mess on the wall," Tuck said.

"I thought it was very impressive," he said with a smile.  "I wish I could have seen it happen."

"We gotta get the fuck out of here before we miss breakfast," Tuck said as he scrambled into his clothes.

When we left my cabin we ran into the guy next door.  I had the feeling he'd been watching and waiting for us. He flashed a wide, knowing smile and nodded good morning.  I nodded back and let him go down the corridor in front of us.  When we were at the elevator, Tuck discovered that he’d left his wallet laying on the bed and had to go back and get it. 

"I'll hold the elevator for you," the man said.  He turned and smiled at me again.  "How in the world did you land those two young studs last night?"

I must have blanched.  He was watching us!

"They more or less found us," I said rather curtly.

"I didn't think you would mind if I watched," he said, apologetically. "You didn't care if I watched you and the big guy."

"Just so you didn't take any pictures," I said as nice as I could.  But I was concerned that he surely saw how young the boys were.

Tuck was quiet during breakfast and I couldn't think of anything appropriate to say either.  It was as if any words we spoke would be anti-climactic.  We went back to my cabin to get our backpacks.  We lingered in the cabin, looking all around and at each other.

"I hate to leave," I said.

"This has been the most incredible experience of my life," Tuck said.

"I consider that a great compliment, considering it was supposed to be your honeymoon," I said.

"I don't think a honeymoon could have been any better," he said. Tuck turned suddenly and went to the door.  He held it open for me to precede him. He glanced back, laughing.  "Poor Paco is going to shit when he has to clean our cabin. It looks like a tornado went through the place."

"Paco will understand," I said. "I still think we should have called him."

We went to the theater to wait for debarkation orders.  We took seats in the corner of the balcony, where we were pretty much alone.  We sat in silence for a long time, just watching the people milling around below us.

"Funny, after all we've done together its hard to think of something to say," I said.

"Yeah. Words don't hardly describe it, do they?"  he said.  "Are you going to contact those boys?" he asked.

"No.  Geezuss, no, I’m still not all that sure of Bobby’s age."

I saw Tuck look past me.  "Speaking of which……."

I looked around to see Bobby and Christian walking through the lounge. I hoped they wouldn't see us; that they would walk right past us.  No such luck.

"Hey, guys," Christian said with a wide smile.

We exchanged greetings then Tuck did absolutely the wrong thing. He invited them to sit down. I felt weak in my stomach. I didn't want to be seen with these two young teenagers.  Certainly not by their aunt; I sure as hell didn't want her to know what I looked like in the event Bobby ever told her what’d happened on the ship.

"Where's your aunt?" I asked.

"She's in the shower," Bobby said.  "I hope she gets out of the cabin pretty quick."

We talked about nothing, rather nervously skirting the one issue that I knew the boys wanted to bring up and I was deathly afraid they would.  The pauses in our conversation made it more obvious that we were all nervous.

"What flight are you on?" Christian asked.

"Delta, 4456," I replied.

"Too bad we couldn't be on the same flight back to Dayton," Bobby said.  "Hey, you've got our phone numbers, right?"

"Yes."

"Will you guys see each other again?" Christian asked me and Tuck.

"Possibly," Tuck replied before I had a chance to say anything.

"Possibly, my ass," Bobby scoffed.  "What you guys have got going on, you’ll be living together in no time."

"There's nothing like that going on," I said.

"Hell, you're practically in love, anybody can see that," Christian said, directing his remark more to me than at Tuck.

"Hey guys, we need to not go there," Tuck said firmly, looking around warily to see if anybody could hear.

"Oh.  Yeah…..Okay, sorry."

"I just wanta say one thing," Bobby went on, his gaze fixed on me.  "That was not only the most incredible time I ever had in my life; it….you two guys changed my whole outlook on guys and gays."

"I'm glad, for both of you," I said.

"So, are you both planning on going on another cruise," Christian asked, rather quickly, as if he wanted to divert the conversation.

"Not in the near future," I said.

Just then their flight was announced.  They stood up, put out their hands out to me and Tuck, we shook hands then walked off.  We both watched them walk away, their tight, firm butts churning sexily in their jeans.  I saw several other people watching them and two women whispered something to each other.

"Damned impertinent kids," Tuck said.

"They were sure hot, though," I said as I watched the tight bubble butts churn out of sight.

"Yeah they were that," he agreed.

Tuck and I slipped into our quiet mode again and it seemed to be okay.

"I wish they would hurry up and call my flight," Tuck said.

"Just like a macho man; you've had your fun, now you're in a rush to get away from me," I joked.

He eyed me, squarely in the eye.  "If you don't know better than that by now……."

I smiled that I was only kidding.  For a moment I half expected him to ask me to come to Cleveland.  Even if he wanted to, I thought he was too macho to say the words.  But he said something just as good.

"Look, Brad….I….this probably isn't the best time and place for true confessions, but….I gotta tell you, this has been the most incredible experience of my life," he said.  He laughed softly.  "I've had more sex in these last three days than I have my entire life, and it's been the greatest sex I ever had."

"That doesn't speak well for the women you've dated," I joked.

"What I'm tying to say is…..well, it's been, toward the end, anyway….it got to be more than just the sex.  Shit, man, there were feelings starting to rise up in me.  Feelings that scare me."

"I know it took a lot of guts for you to say that," I said.  "Those feelings….that's why you don't want me to come to Cleveland?" I asked.

He looked at me.  "How did you know I was coming to that?"

"Like you said, these last three days have been more than sex,” I said. "I feel I've gotten to know you pretty well, too.  Don't worry.  I won't come unless you want me to.  I will write, though, because I'll have pictures to send you.  It'll be up to you whether you write back or call; we’ll leave it at that.  But just remember, you are welcome in Brownsboro any time; even if it's just to talk. I'm only a few miles from the Dayton airport."

"Yeah, right," he scoffed.  "Like I would come all the way to  Dayton just to talk. Like I could.  But thanks, it's good to know."

There was a long quiet and it seemed that what had taken place the last three days was being wiped away, and when we parted it would be as if it had never happened.

"There was one more thing I wanted you to do for me," I said.

"What's that?" he asked.

I looked at my watch.  "Grab your back-pack," I said as I stood up.

"What?  What're you doing?  Where are we going?" Tuck asked as he snatched up his back-pack and followed me.  "Brad, we don't have time….what if they call one of our flights?"

But I rushed on ahead of him to get the elevator.  It swung open more quickly than it ever had and we went sailing up to the eighth deck.  Neither of us said anything; we just looked at the floor till the elevator doors slid open and I rushed down the corridor toward my cabin.  Luckily, Paco was in the hallway.  He blinked with surprise and smiled when he saw us.

"Did you forget something?  I didn't find anything in your cabin," he said.

"We need to get back in the cabin," I said.

Paco frowned and hesitated.

"Just five minutes," I pleaded and stuffed a five-dollar bill in his pocket.

"All right," he said, an unlocked the door.

Tuck followed me inside with a confused look.  "Take off your clothes,' I said as I tossed my back-pack on the bed and began rummaging around in the side pocket.

"Why?  What're you…..What if they call our flight?"

"It won't take long," I cut in. I found the XL sized condom and ripped the package open and handed it to him.  "I want you to jack off in this for me," I told him.

"What?" He was sill confused, but he was taking off his clothes.

"I'll suck your cock to help you along," I said.  "I want you to shoot it full for me to take back home."

"I can do that without taking off my clothes," he said.

"No, I want to take the picture with me in my mind, of your muscles rippling and bulging when you jack off and trembling when you shoot."

If Tuck wasn't listening or understanding, his cock was.  By the time he was down to his socks and shoes his cock was coming to stiff attention.

"What're you going to do with a condom full of my come?" he asked.

"Keep it for as long as I can," I said.  I rolled the condom down over his oversized cock and gave it a few strokes with my hand to get him started. "Do you want me to suck it again for you?" I asked.

"It'd be better if you tongued my ass; that gets me hotter than anything," he said.

I bent him over the bed and began tonguing his ass. He groaned out loud and his hand moved into high gear.  I sucked up his swinging balls and lavered them with my tongue. I knew that made him hot too.  I alternated between his

balls and his ass, till he was squirming around on his hands and knees on the bed. 

“Why don’t you use your fingers, like you did before?” he said. “That’ll get me off quicker than anything.”

I prodded at his spongy hole then shoved my finger through it. He let out a little gasp and shoved his ass back on it.  I started fingering him but he took it upon himself to fuck my finger.  When he was relaxed he told me to use two fingers. I shoved another one inside him and began squeezing his prostate.

“Oh, Fuck, Yeah!  That’s gonna do it!”

The way he was gasping I knew he was getting close.  I devoured his ass for a moment more then moved around to watch him shoot, my fingers still dancing around inside him.

Tuck raised up on his haunches with his head tossed back in pained ecstasy. His fist pumped his huge cock furiously, then he added his other hand and jacked it till suddenly he lurched and his body shook and his muscles trembled and then he was coming. He shot into the condom so hard that it ballooned out with the sheer force and power of it.  Gradually, he filled the tip that fit the head and the stuff kept shooting out and was soon gushing back around the shaft of his cock within the tight confines of the condom.  By the time he was done it looked like his cock was swimming in whitewash. He dropped his head with a loud gust of air as I pulled my fingers free.

"There!  That a big enough load for you to take home?" he asked breathlessly.

"Oh, Yesss!  Oh, Mann, that was wonderful," I said as I carefully removed the condom from his cock.  I tied it off at the end and held it up.  It was nearly a third full of come!  "Damn, I wish we could've saved all the come you've shot on this trip."

"Man, I gotta wash up again," Tuck said as he stepped back off the bed. "Paco is going to be pissed if we use the clean towels."

"Let me take care of it for you," I said as I dropped to my knees. "I'll clean it off for you." I lapped the warm come off of the shaft of his cock then took the head in my mouth to suck out the last drops of his load that might be lingering in the cum tube so it wouldn't soak through and leave stains in his jeans.

"Man, I never saw anybody so hungry for come," he said, laughing as he helped me to my feet.

While Tuck scrambled into his clothes I wrapped the condom in toilette paper and carefully put it in the soap dish inside my shaving kit.  Paco was two doors down when we came out of the cabin. He smiled as we approached him.

"Thanks again, Paco," I said as I squeezed his arm.

We went back to the theater to wait.  We were quiet again till Tuck shook his head and laughed softly.  "You are one wild dude, you know that?"

"No more than you were able to handle, though," I said.

He turned to look squarely in my eyes.  "I just thought of something.  I had my honeymoon after all, in a manner of speaking."

I laughed with him.  "Well, I guess you did if you want to look at it that way."

"I'm never going to forget it," he said.

"Just don't let it be your last honeymoon," I said. It was a noble thing to say; I hated the thought of him settling down with  some lucky woman but I knew that was his destiny.

They called his flight first. We looked at each other and he stood up.  I picked up his backpack and handed it to him.

"Well, I guess this is it," he said, putting out his hand.

"I'll walk you out," I said.

We walked through the Pirate Bar and into the casino.  There, Tuck stopped and put his back-pack down.

"Fuck it," he said. "This calls for more than a handshake."  With that he put his arms around me and pulled me tight against him. I hugged him back.  It was a full-body hug, our loins and thighs smashed as hard together as our chests.

"Godd, you feel good," I said in a choked whispered.

"Yeah, you too, man," he said hoarsely. "I'm going to take that with me; I'm not going to forget how good you feel right now."

I thought for a second he might kiss me but we broke apart and he picked up his backpack.  I saw that his eyes were a little wet. I now mine were. We walked the rest of the way, to the crowd gathering to get off the boat. As he moved into the crowd I went to a window where I could hopefully see him. Twice he looked back and our eyes met.  The third time I saw him searching for me but he couldn't find me.  I stepped out and waved and caught his attention.

"I had a great time!" he yelled.

I choked, which ruined my smile. As he disappeared through the exit I realized that people were staring at me.  Instead of going to the window I rushed back to the Pirate Bar.  I felt a sense of devastation, as if my life had ended.  In a way it had, I suppose. At least a very important part of it. Certainly, anything else that happened in my life could not measure up to these last few days. I needed a drink but of course the bar was closed. I went over to a window to see if I could see him, but the crowd was dissipating and he was nowhere to be seen.

"He got on the bus," someone said.  I looked around to see a man, attractive, nicely built, not forty.  "Did you love him?" he asked.

"Of course," I said with a scowl.  "He's my brother."

"Oh."

I walked away, leaving the man red-faced. I was so ashamed of myself for lying.  Why couldn't I admit to a perfect stranger that, yes, I did love him? I waited another hour before my flight was called.  I sat alone in my little corner of the balcony in the theater, trying to relive every moment of the last three days.  A man came in and sat in the seat in front of me.  Why, I wondered, when there were a hundred empty seats in the balcony.  Then he twisted around in his seat.

"It was tough, letting him go," he said.

I scowled at him.  Who was he, and what did he know about me, and Tuck? I'd never seen him before, and it bothered me a little that this was the second person who had drawn conclusions about us.

"Excuse me, but I don't think we've met," I said, politely as I could.

"Not formally," he said. "But I hope you enjoyed the wine."

"Oh.  Oh, yes, we did.  Thank you."

"Your friend already thanked me," he said.

"I told him to thank you personally, but he wouldn't do it. He's a little shy."

"I don't believe that.  The way he was strutting around at the pool in that burgundy thong…..but then, I can understand why, he wouldn't want to leave you for me, even for an hour."

I felt my face flush and I was angry that people were seeing right through me and assuming things about us. "It wasn't like that," I said firmly.

He looked at me with penetrating eyes that saw the truth in mine.

"Okay, it was like that," I admitted with a relaxed chuckle. "At least for me.  It wasn’t for him, though. This cruise was supposed to be his honeymoon."

"And you believe he's going back home to his life and never give you another thought?  If you believe that……well, don't count on it.  I saw you hugging goodbye in the casino.  That was no brotherly hug, and if I'm not mistaken, he initiated it."

"That doesn't mean he isn't going back home to his life and his girlfriend and never give me another thought," I said.  "In fact, he asked me not to come to Cleveland."

"Did he give you his phone number, or his address," the man asked.

"Yes."

"Then he wants you to come to Cleveland.  Maybe not right away, but in his own time.  If he wanted to severe all ties, he wouldn't have given you his phone number and address, so there would be no chance that he would ever see you again."

"I hope you're right."  I didn't know why I was talking to this man so freely about me and Tuck except that he seemed to understand. We stopped talking to listen to the flight announcements coming over the speakers.  My flight was called and I reached for my backpack.  The man stood up and held out his hand.

"Good luck.  I hope you see him again."

"Thanks, so do I," I said.  So do I, I said again to myself as I walked toward the gangplank.

My flight back to Dayton was like a lifetime.  The week behind me was like another life.  I wondered if I would ever see Tuck again, and if not, would I ever get over him?  I'd never felt like this about another person, during or after any relationship.  I wondered if he and Cindy would reconcile and get married after all, or if he would find another girl deserving of him.  I wondered if such a woman existed.

I was in a daze when I got home.  I took the condom out of the soap dish and poured Tuck's load of come in a small vial and put it in the freezer.  I didn't know how long it would last, but they freeze semen all the time; I could probably keep it for years.  Then I washed the condom out and laid it out to dry.  I couldn't believe how big it was laid out on the towel; and that Tuck had filled it with his cock; even stretched it.  I unpacked my bags and did laundry….all except Tuck's jockstrap….and put shit away and sorted out the gifts I'd bought.

I put Tuck's jockstrap under my pillow.  The first night I did that, it excited me so that I had to get off.  I did it the way Paco showed me I could…..I sucked my own cock!!  It was great but the cock I had in my mouth wasn’t Tuck’s cock and the load I shot wasn’t his, and it didn't soothe the ache I had for Tuck. That same week the pictures arrived that the women had taken, plus some more that I forgot who took them.  I waited to send them to Tuck.  I was holding out for him to write or call me but then couldn’t remember if he had gotten my address or phone number.  He could find me if he wanted to but I knew it was foolish; and futile.  I never heard from him.  So I sent him the pictures with a short note.

Tuck:

Here are some more pictures.  I think they're great.  Where are you putting all the pictures?  Have you made up an album?  This may sound corny to a big, macho stud like you but I want you to know that I keep your jockstrap under my pillow.  The contents of the condom you filled for me is in a sealed vial in the freezer.  I figure they freeze semen all the time in sperm banks so I should be able to keep it for years. If it goes bad I can always get more, right? I'm thinking about jacking off a load of my own to mix with it; appropriate, don't you think?

I washed the condom and let it dry good and will preserve it as long as I can. Seeing it laid out on the towel to dry, I found it hard to believe that you actually filled it up with your cock.  I'll bet the islands and a lot of the ship's  passengers are still reeling from you. I know I am.  Okay, I won't go there.  I need to hear from you, though.  Take care, and I hope you have found the happiness you deserve.

Brad

My dazed stupor lasted for weeks. I couldn't get back into the swing of things; I couldn't adjust to being without Tuck. I thought of Christian and Bobby often.   Actually, I longed to get with the two virile young studs again but it was out of the question.  Even though Bobby would certainly be eighteen by now, the deed was done when I wasn’t so of his age and it was better that he not know where I lived. Of course, they could probably find me too if they wanted to.

I wondered if Tuck ever thought of me.  Surely, he would not forget me but that wasn't the same as thinking about me. Then one day I went the mailbox and found a letter from him.  I got a little short of breath when I saw the letter, and my hands trembled as I opened it. 

Hey Brad:

It was great to hear from you.  Thanks for all the pictures.  Yes, I have put them all in one album that can be put away and brought out discreetly from time to time. Can't leave pictures like that out in my world. But then, probably not in yours either.  I was impressed that you hold my jockstrap in such high esteem. Yeah, I think it would be great to think of your come and mine frozen in the same vial, for all eternity.  If it goes bad, yeah, we can always replace it sometime. I thought it was kind of weird when you took me back to the cabin at the last minute to fill up that condom but I'm sort of impressed that you've kept it.  I'm glad I was able to "fill it up" for you with my cock. 

The islands may be reeling, but so am I.  I'm still in a daze over everything that happened. I haven't contacted Cindy and she hasn't contacted me.  It's just as well for now because I don't know how convincing I could be that I actually missed her on my "honeymoon" after spending those few days with you. As for finding happiness…..well, I don't know just what happiness I deserve, but I'm not looking too hard. If I deserve it all that much, it will come in time. Meanwhile, I am searching for a good time. You're going to love this. I'm getting pretty bold after you showed me around that "brave new world" and I found a nudist camp. An all-male nudist camp; interpreted….mostly gay, plus a lot of straight guys looking, or curious.  I didn't get completely naked right away; I wore the burgundy thong (which is better than being naked). Another guy came up to me and reminded me that it was a nudist camp and that the thong looked terrific but I should take it off. I told him he would have to take it off of me.  He did.  We were deep in the woods but we had an audience of four other guys and needless to say, things progressed from there.  Reminded me of the cruise.  Of course, the panther drew a lot of attention. There is a party at the camp this weekend where everyone starts out wearing something. I'm going to wear my loincloth.  I would like for you to come up later in the summer and I'll take you to the camp.  You would be a big hit there. 

Have you met up with those two teenage hunks since you got back?  I know you're reluctant, but we both know you want to.  Go for it!  You'll be hard pressed to find young prime beef like that.  So long for now; keep in touch! Thanks again for showing me such a great time…..and for showing me.

Tuck 

So he did think about me.  And he wanted me to come to Cleveland!  Just knowing that made life easier.  I kept thinking about Bobby and Christian but my decision stood.  I would not contact them. That risk that I had taken with them on the ship would be with me for many years to come.

I was working out in the yard one Saturday in late summer, getting things shaped up for the fall before I went to Cleveland.  I live on the busy main road going through Brownsboro but my house is set way back from the road in a grove of trees.  I never pay much attention to the constant stream of slow-moving traffic but the sound of a horn is rare and I looked up from raking when somebody beeped their horn several times.  There was a pickup truck pulling into my driveway.  I leaned my rake against a sapling and walked toward it, curious, to be sure, for I didn't know anyone who owned a pickup.  Then they got out. It was Christian and Bobby!   I think the whole neighborhood could hear my excited gasp of surprise.

"Hey, Brad," Bobby yelled as he came around the front of the truck and the two boys came walking to meet me.

"Oh My Goddd!" I said quietly to myself.  They both had on skin-tight shorts and hiking shoes and baseball caps.  That's all.  No shirts.  No sign of any pants or jeans; just what looked like workout shorts.

"I guess we're in luck," Christian said.  "We decided to drive out and just cruise around and see if we could find you.  We never heard from you or anything."

"I lost your addresses," I lied.  Actually, they were tucked safely in my top dresser drawer; out of the way, but there if I ever changed my mind.  We shook hands and I ogled their massive young bodies. "It's great to see you guys," I said.  And it was.  Not smart, but great. 

I tried not to feel guilty with the two teenagers in my yard.

But then, none of the neighbors knew our relationship.  I don't think any of them even knew I was gay. Besides, the boys didn't look like teenagers.  Bobby was even more muscular than ever and Christian had put on a few pounds in the right places, and they looked like college guys.

"Fuckin' great to see you," Bobby said.  "Man, we talk about the cruise all time, and you and Tuck."

I was glad they'd found me.  I was weak in the knees from looking at them and my mouth went dry and my asshole twitched as I thought of everything I had done with the two hunky studs, and what we could do again.  I turned toward the house.

"You got time for something cold to drink?" I asked.

"A cold beer would be great," Bobby said.

I glanced over my shoulder at the pickup.  `I don't think so," I said. "You're driving."

“Christian can drive back," he said.

"I've got Pepsi, iced tea or cold water," I said firmly. I took them around to the back to the enclosed patio.  Inside, it was cool and dark from the screen blocking the sunlight.  I offered them a seat and went inside to get the drinks.  I didn't know they had followed me in till I turned around from the refrigerator and there they stood, smiling and sexy as all hell.  Bobby dropped one hand to the front of his shorts and brushed the bulge.

"You guys look like you just finished working out," I remarked.

"Naw, we just wear these to get attention," Bobby said, laughing.

"Well, it works," I said.

"Does it?" Christian asked with a sly grin.

That opened the door a crack and I had only to push it wider and close it quickly.  I didn't have the strength to close it.

"Well, did you guys take up where you left off when you got back home?" I asked as I poured their Pepsi over ice.

"Shit, man, you got us on a roll," Bobby said. "We haven't stopped since we got back."

"I'm surprised you're able to walk," I said to Christian.

"I'm surprised Bobby's able to talk.  He ought to have a sore throat," Christian said.

I smiled.  "No shit?"

"Hey, I'm probably the second best cocksucker in the county, next to him," Bobby said.  "Not just any cock, though.  Christian is the only guy I mess around with. I still like girls, so I don't go looking for cock."

"Have you, uh…..gone the other route yet?" I asked.

The boys looked at each other and Bobby sort of blushed.

"Tell him," Christian said.

"Okay, he…he busted my cherry about a week ago," Bobby admitted shyly but with a certain pride.

"Well, congratulations," I said, clapping him on the shoulder.

"I just wish I'd let it happen when we were on the cruise, when we were all four together.  I wish I'd let Tuck fuck me.  Goddamn, he was a stud!"

"Did you guys stay in touch?" Christian asked me.

"We've exchanged a couple of short letters," I said. "I had

to send him some pictures from the cruise and he wrote a short note back.  I'm going up to Cleveland next week to see him."

"Didn't I tell you, you would?" Bobby said gleefully.  "Hell, there'll be a For-Sale sign out front when you get back."

"I'll bet you'll be glad to see him," Christian said.

"Yes.  Actually, I'm glad to see you guys," I said.

"How glad?" Bobby asked with a mischievous grin as he rubbed his hand over the bulge in his shorts again.  "Cause my cock's feeling awful glad to see you."

"How about your ass?" I asked with a wink.

He didn't say no but he was hesitant.

"He's only done it that one time," Christian said.

"Okay," Bobby said hoarsely, his face flushed. "Okay, you can fuck me. You can both fuck me, how’s that?  But not at the same time like we did you," he added quickly.

I led the way upstairs to the master bedroom, where there was a king-size bed and cottage windows that opened out to let the summer breeze in.  I turned on the ceiling fan for good measure. The boys didn't waste any time getting out of their shorts and jockstraps.

"Leave your boots on," I said.

"Yeah, Christian likes me to leave my boots on," Bobby said with a grin.

"You should see him in a tool belt," Christian said.  "God, he makes a hot construction worker."

"I'll be right back," I said.  I went downstairs and out to the garage to get my tool belt. I rushed back upstairs and handed it to Bobby.  "Here, put it on."

Bobby slung the heavy tool belt around his lean waist and

buckled it.

"Damn!" I swore softly.  "You're right."

Christian giggled.

I moved closer and spread my hand over Bobby's chest.  His pecs were hard as stone.  I leaned in and kissed his chest and flicked my tongue around his nipple.

"Awwwhhhhhh," he moaned, pressing his hand to the back of my head.  "Awww, I love it when Christian does that."

I took his cock in my hand.  It pulsated, already so thick I

couldn't reach around it. “Damn, Billy, this thing is as big around as a beer can,” I said.

“Bigger,” Christian said.

I pulled on his cock, my ass twitching.  “Somehow, I don’t think my ass is going to thank me for this,” I said.

The End.

Posted: 02/25/11