Date: Mon, 28 May 2012 07:43:34 +0200 From: Amy Redek Subject: Cruise Control. Part Eight. This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered. Part Eight They were all up early in the morning and after having their showers had got dressed and Alfredo, their ubiquitous cabin steward had knocked on each cabin to see if the cruise had been a pleasant one, and got the expected tips from them all. This was in spite of them all having signed over to the cruise company, sixty five Euros per cabin to cover tipping, which would be pooled and shared out amongst all crew members. That's because the backroom boys, engine room staff, kitchen hands and all those who did not have direct contact with the passengers, got a fair share to supplement the low wages that they were paid in spite of the huge profit the company made from each cruise. Having tipped Alfredo, Adam and Paul were surprised when opening the cabin door at the next knock to find Carol and Fiona standing outside. `Oh, er, come in,' Adam stuttered at this sudden showing up of the two women. `We were just about to go up to the Lido for breakfast.' `So were we, but stopped off here first,' Carol said. `Adam,' said Fiona moving up close to him and surprised him by giving him a kiss on the cheek. `Look after Paul for me.' `I...I most certainly will,' he stammered, his face flushing. `And you look after Adam,' Carol said to Paul as she too moved in close and kissed him on the cheek, making him blush also. `I will, and both of you really take care of each other,' he said and there was then a sudden silence with each not really knowing what else to say at this parting of the ways. `You'll be taking Paul back to the villa?' Carol asked. She always called it the villa in Spain whenever she was talking to somebody about it. `Er, yes. Will you and Fiona be, er, living together?' Adam asked in return. `Yes, in Knightsbridge. Fiona will be selling her flat, er, hers and Paul's, and will see that Paul gets his half share when all is settled,' she said. The question both wanted to ask but were afraid to bring up the subject of them getting a divorce, was not mentioned. Let sleeping tigers lay said Adam to himself. `Well let's go and have our last breakfast on the ship,' Paul said with a half laugh, somewhat embarrassed at what had just been spoken about. Which seem to be a good idea and so they left the cabin that Fiona and Paul had started off the cruise in but finished up with it being Adam and Paul as the occupants. They met up with Gary and Frank and during the meal, the ship was nosing its way into the harbour and docking place in Valencia. They also exchanged full names and addresses as well as telephone numbers, promising, as people always do, to keep in touch. Now each deck had been issued with luggage labels with different colours and this was how the baggage was sorted down below during the night so that those passengers on the upper deck were to be the first off along with their baggage to be collected from a carousel like at an airport. Then the next deck down and so on, so that those who had the cheapest cabins were the last off. With their meal over, they waited for the tannoy announcement to say that it was time for disembarkation and they got up and went down to the deck where the gangway was. Here, they handed over their plastic cards and walked through a covered walkway to where their baggage would be delivered for collection. The time getting off the ship was slightly later than advertised but Carol then found out that she had the same flight booked as Fiona from Valencia airport to London. So their bags were hauled off the carousel and Gary and Frank offered to carry them out to the taxi rank. Fiona gave Adam another kiss and told him again to look after her brother and Carol surprised Adam by kissing him on the cheek too before he kissed Fiona goodbye. Gary and Frank got their cheeks kissed too as the men returned into the building to collect their bags. `How were you thinking of getting home?' Adam asked Gary as they began to take their bags off as they came round. `We'll get the train,' he replied. `Why don't you come in my car? It's no problem for me to drive down to Torrevieja. It's not far off my route to home. I've got the car parked here and I'm sure we could all squeeze in. What do you say? We can then stop and have a drink and maybe a plate of tapas,' Adam said. Frank and Gary both agreed that it was a good idea and so they carried their bags out to the parking compound where Adam collected his car, having paid the seventy euro parking fee on his arrival there. It was a squash of getting the bags in the boot but it was managed and it wasn't long before they were driving off towards where Gary and Frank had their bar and lived. It took them nearly thirty minutes to get out of the city and onto the motorway south which was relatively clear and were soon turning off for Torrevieja where Gary had to start giving Adam directions. Carol and Fiona had just taken off in the aeroplane for Gatwick as the car pulled up outside the Flamingo Bar. The sign being a big pink flamingo that showed up quite clearly against the black background. Gary and Frank got their cases out of the boot and invited Adam and Paul inside. Paul laughed at the small sign above the door that read, "Come inside". There were squeals from the bar tenders at the sight of Gary and Frank who dropped their bags on the floor to be welcomed with open arms and a few kisses. Adam noted that there were at least twenty or more people already sitting at various tables in what was quite a large space considering the false impression one got from the outside. Adam and Paul were introduced and given a large beer each straight away and they went and sat down at a table, many greetings being shouted out to Gary and Frank by the other patrons of the bar. Frank got one of the other barmen to take Gary's case and they disappeared through the door at the rear of the bar. The cold beers went down a treat and the glasses were soon refilled and Adam and Paul went and selected some tapas that were on display which they both enjoyed with fresh bread to help mop up the delicious sauces. Frank and the barman had been missing for nearly half an hour before they returned. `Rupert has just been given his bonus for looking after the bar,' Gary chuckled and Adam noticed the flushed faces of the pair of them as Frank then began showing Paul's drawing to some of the other customers. After about fifteen minutes, Frank came over to where they were sitting, his face still flushed. `They all really loved your drawing Paul.' he gushed. `So much so, that several of them want you to do a drawing of them.' `I haven't got my pad or crayons with me, besides,' he gave a quick glance at Adam, `we can't stay here all day.' `Couldn't you do the drawing from a photograph?' Adam asked, thinking of the photos already in the camera of them having sex in both forms. `Yes, I suppose I could,' he replied. `How much will they cost?' Frank asked. Paul looked at Adam. `What do you think Adam?' he asked. `That ball's in your court but I don't think it should be less than thirty Euros, but it's your call.' `Thirty sounds okay to me,' Frank said. `Let me go and see,' and off he went and spoke to four of the other men and was soon back at the table, sitting down. `They all said yes. If you've got your camera, we could go upstairs and you can take the pictures and send along the drawings when you've done them.' Adam passed over the camera to Paul who sighed and got up as Frank scurried off again and told them to follow him upstairs and Paul followed. * `They didn't mind stripping their clothes off as soon as we got into Frank's room,' Paul said later. `They all seemed to want to have their pictures taken in different poses though, of them with their erections fully up. Here Frank helped out by going down on them and giving them a suck until they were up and hard. So I've got them all in the camera and they're prepared to wait for a week or two till I've posted them back.' `Well, you haven't moved in yet and you've already started working and bringing in some money,' Adam laughed and Paul blushed because he knew he would be living off of Adam until he did start getting some revenue in for his keep. Adam had only accepted a small beer for he still had a couple of hours driving yet to do and it wasn't long before they said their goodbyes to Gary and Frank, giving and receiving kisses, oblivious to the other males in the bar. So Gary and Frank were the first pair from the cruise to get home. * Carol and Fiona had got to the airport in time for checking in and had an argument at the desk about getting a refund on the return ticket of her brother that wouldn't be used. `Then that seat next to me had better stay empty, or else,' she exploded. `For I've paid for that seat and if anyone tries to sit there because you've sold it twice, I'll sue unless I get a refund.' A supervisor had been called over and a compromise was reached and Fiona got back half of the fare paid. The plane took off at twelve noon and after two and half hours, landed at Gatwick, though the time there in England was now only one thirty because of the time difference. After collecting their suitcases, they got to the station platform with tickets through to Victoria Station. Carol said that they would take a taxi from there and so they arrived at Carol's flat in Knightsbridge half an hour after Adam and Paul had left the Flamingo bar. `This is now your new home,' Carol said as she opened the door to their second floor apartment. They walked in and dropped the cases in the hall as Carol showed her over the place. `It's magnificent,' Fiona said. `It's much bigger that it looks, going by the outside. Oh Carol, I'm so pleased you asked me to move in,' and went into her arms and they kissed. `Let me show you the bedroom,' Carol said huskily and they broke apart and went in and Fiona was delighted to see the large bed that was there with its pink cover that Carol quickly pulled off, as well as the blanket and sheet. `Can we christen it?' Fiona asked, licking the partly opened lips of her mouth. Carol gave her a smile instead of speaking as she began to undress. Fiona too began to take her clothes off and with them both running their hands over the others body, sank down onto the soft mattress and began to make love. * Adam had opted to take the longer route home going on down and through Cartagena and not taking the new motorway to Mazarron. He wanted to go over the mountain where halfway down on the other side, was a lay-by where he pulled off the twisting road so that Paul could have a good look at the view of the bay outside of the Port of Mazarron, a small town of its own. The view was spectacular being surrounded on three sides by the mountain and this panorama spread out before them. They got back into the car and carried on and took the by-pass of the port but stopped at a large supermarket at the other end of town and did some shopping before carrying on past Mazarron and just the few more miles on to Camposol. It was an urbanisation that was still not quite finished even though it had been started twelve years earlier and Adam drove on past the golf course up through some small hills to the last sector where his house was and soon pulled up outside this gleaming white Spanish style villa. He parked on the side road for the place was situated on a corner with the house surrounded on three sides with walls of about seven foot in height. They carried the shopping in first and while Adam was putting the supplies away, Paul went back out to the car and returned with their cases. The inside of the house was compact and more than enough for two persons and Adam quite proudly showed him the main bedroom on the ground floor with its own bathroom. The next downstairs room which was originally a second bedroom but he'd turned it into an office with two computers and four bookcases and artifacts up on the walls. The dining room off the lounge which was open plan had a table to sit six next to a nice size kitchen. He led him upstairs to where there was another bedroom with its own separate bathroom and a big sliding door that led out onto the sun terrace, giving them a wide view over what was designated as a green area, small mountains being seen in the distance. Back downstairs and through the kitchen led to the steps down into the rear garden that had a sparkling blue pool that looked so inviting. Small shrubs and trees were scattered about with the ground being covered in a red and white gravel. `What a marvellous place to live,' Paul said, giving Adam's arm a hug. `I'm surprised that you even left here, just for a cruise.' `Well the cruise was booked over a year ago and it seemed a pity to waste the money. If it hadn't been all paid up, I wouldn't have gone. I like the peace and quiet and it helps when I get down to some serious writing.' From the kitchen door, you could just see over walls to other pools in some adjoining properties but as Adam took Paul's hand and took him down to the poolside patio, Paul noticed that they now couldn't be seen except for the most immediate villa next door. `Let's have a swim before dinner,' Adam said. `Let's get the sweat off of us from the drive,' as he began to take his clothes off and drop them onto a plastic patio chair. `I've no costume,' Paul said, hesitant about stripping off. `Skinny dipping here. There's only next door's house that can see the pool, besides, they only use the place for the odd holiday and they're not here now,' Adam said as he was now naked and standing before Paul and helping him to undress. He couldn't help but run his hands over the solid shoulder muscles and marvelled at how firm his body was and ran his hands down Paul's back and caressed the tight firm cheeks of his bum. `Come and swim,' he said and dived into the deep end of the pool, surfacing and shaking his head to clear the water from his eyes. `Lovely and refreshing.' Paul went and jumped in. They swam up and down the ten metre pool for several minutes before Adam stopped and stood up at the shallow end, the water level just coming up to his waist. Paul stopped and stood next to him and Adam could see that in spite of the coolness of the water, Paul had an erection the same as he had. Adam took Paul into his arms and gave him a kiss, rubbing his front against Paul's. `Fuck me Paul,' he whispered. `Here, now, in the water,' grasping Paul's erection and giving it a rub before releasing him and turning round and half bending over and held the side of the pool. This is so erotic, Paul thought as he could see the tanned cheeks of Adam's bum shimmering beneath the surface of the water as he moved behind him. With one hand guiding himself, he place the head of his cock between the cheeks of that tanned bum and pushed forward. They both gasped. Adam from the widening of his arsehole and Paul from the sudden change from cold water to the internal body heat of Adam. His cock slid right in till his thighs were up against those of Adam. `That's lovely,' sighed Adam, flexing his sphincter muscle, tightening around Paul's throbbing cock up inside him. Paul held the hips firmly as he began to fuck Adam, feeling the water swirl round his balls as he moved himself in and out of Adam, loving the change of heat and coolness along his shaft as he fucked him. `Too soon!' Adam cried as his hips were held tighter and the ramming into his arse increased in pace. `I can't help it,' Paul groaned as he held on tight as his hips really began pumping away as he came inside Adam, sending his seed straight up to be killed off by being sent into the wrong place. `Oh Paul, that was great,' Adam said after having the hard cock pulled out of him. He'd turned round and was now washing Paul's cock in the pool water, pushing the foreskin right back to clean him properly. `My turn now,' Paul said, assuming the same stance that Adam had done and he too gasped at the rough entry but welcomed it just the same and crooned as Adam then fucked him who got the same pleasure that Paul had got from fucking this backside in the cool water. After washing himself, Adam got out of the pool and opened a locker by the house wall and pulled out some towels and they dried themselves. Paul went to start to get dressed again but Adam stopped him and just collected up their clothes and led the way back into the house naked. They stayed that way as they prepared and ate dinner before going to bed to make love again. * To Gary and Frank, the cruise had been a welcome break from the seven day a week chore of running a bar. The added bonus being of getting their hands on a heterosexual man and taking him into the delights of male sex and virtually turning him almost instantly into a homosexual. As soon as they had got in the bar, Frank had taken Rupert upstairs to give him his bonus by letting him fuck him and then after pulling off the used condom, going down to suck and clean him up. Both pleased, Rupert in fucking Frank and him pleased at having Rupert being the one to fuck him. When dressed, Frank got out the drawing of Paul's and showed to all in the bar on his return downstairs and got orders for Paul to do drawings of those that wanted one done. It was an added pleasure of getting to suck on four different cocks to bring up to a full erection so that Paul could take the pictures he wanted for the drawings he would be doing later. Frank later took Justin, the other barman upstairs and let him fuck him too. Gary saw to the two evening barmen later and they too enjoyed the extra bonus they got. Life for them carried on as before without much change and were delighted when the drawings arrived and got even more commissions for Paul. * The cruise had been the cause of a dramatic change of life-style for Carol now that she was sure that she was a confirmed lesbian. She now knew what she had been missing and in some strange way, now forgave Adam for having sex with Paul but at least it had solved the problem of their marriage. There would not now be a messy divorce for she was content enough to let sleeping dogs lie for she had the flat in Knightsbridge and he had the villa in Spain. She was earning good money and Adam made enough from his books to survive. She was glad to get back to her desk at the magazine and being the editor, could hire and fire people and so put Fiona on the payroll to write up a beauty column. Her writing wasn't up to scratch but with someone else taking the draft, put it together that was acceptable for printing. Fiona carried on with whatever commissions she could to appear in adverts though she was shot down when she started to try and promote any specific products by saying they were the best. Carol said that their magazine was not like Which magazine, for they couldn't come out and say that one product was better than another. That would upset the other firms that advertised through the magazine. Though with Fiona's contacts with the people who used her for showing off their products, mainly beauty items, she brought them round to using Carol's magazine to advertise them. Their love grew slowly as time went on and found that their sex life also increased to a most satisfying degree as they got on most harmoniously whether at work or at home. * Adam also had found a new lease of life with Paul and was glad that he had taken that cruise and had found the courage to ask Gary to help him in his quest for the understanding of the male side of sex. It was a sudden and traumatic change of lifestyle and habits that he wouldn't have dreamed of before. He could now write his pornographic stories with this insight and really describe the feelings of a homosexual in the throes of being fucked or of the one doing the fucking. Paul with his input which was basically heterosexual in respect of his sister Fiona, incestuous as it was, it was his knowledge of the lesbian way of having sex that helped. He had more than once made up a threesome with his sister getting to fuck both of them and then watching two women make love. Fiona had also related to him exactly how she had felt in doing this with another woman, and at night in bed with Adam, he would relate this while a cassette recorder was on for Adam to later transcribe and it added to the knowledge for his books. But the crowning part was that his books were now being illustrated by Paul, and it was without a doubt that this increased the sales and though it took well over six months, orders started to come in for copies of the drawings that had appeared in the books published. Paul had done those for the Flamingo bar and other orders slowly began to follow, and was now drawing at least ten sketches per book that Adam wrote. The lowest number for any one book where they got orders for copies of the sketches, was two hundred. So at forty Euros a pop, Paul was making more money than when modelling. Adam had always been an early riser and would work at his computer during the morning and knock off around mid-day, Paul doing his drawings in this time also. Then it would be a light lunch and down to the pool for the afternoon. Swimming and lounging in the sun. Paul keeping fit by his swimming, Adam by having Paul fuck him as and when he could get it. * * * All comments, good or bad are welcome and all will be answered. Send them to >adultreading@gmail.com< or my website >adultreading.es<. I can also supply where my other books are listed with nifty.org who would also like contributions to keep them supplying books like mine.