Date: Tue, 14 Apr 2015 20:56:03 -0700
From: Chad <azcumslut404@gmail.com>
Subject: THE SHIP - DAY 5

THE SHIP – DAY 5
By Chad
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As Craig entered his cabin he saw that the message light was flashing on
his cabin's phone.  Instead of listening to the message, Mark took off his
tux pants and threw them and his other clothes on the floor and climbed
into his bed.  It felt like he had just laid his head down when there was a
knocking at his cabin door.  When he glanced at the clock he realized he
had been sleeping for over 4 hours.  He vaguely remembered his cabin's
phone ringing but hadn't answered it.  Someone knocked on his cabin door
again.

He had woken up with a hard on which was normal but also made him think
about the night he had spent with Mark, the jilted boyfriend, from the
dining room.  As he rolled off the bed he was hoping that it was Mark
wanting to have some more fun and was considering open the door in the nude
but then he heard his Mother's voice.  He grabbed a towel from his
bathroom, wrapping it around his waist, and willed his cock to go down.  He
opened up the door to his cabin.

"Where have you been?  I've been calling you since last night."

"Sorry Mom, I must have slept through the ringing.  I think I had too much
to drink."  His mother just shook her head in response.

"I was calling you to let you know that your father and I made reservations
for all of us to go parasailing like we discussed at dinner.  Hurry up, we
need to be down at the beach in an hour and a half.  We'll meet you on the
pier in an hour.  Make sure you eat something before we go."  With that she
was gone, rushing down the hallway.

Craig realized that the ship was quiet and must have docked in Puerto
Vallarta.  He took a quick shower and shaved.  Knowing that he probably was
going to get wet, he didn't mess with his hair.  He pulled on one of his
less skimpy bathing suits, a white box cut, that showed off the tan he had
been getting.  Over the suit he pulled on a pair of board shorts and
another one of his tank tops that was black.  Like all his tanks, it
skimmed his upper body showing off his taut body.  It was also cut short so
that it showed off some skin around his waist.  When he took off his board
shorts it would look good with his white swimsuit since it wouldn't cover
any part of his ass.  Grabbing his cabin key and some money, he slipped
into his flip flops and left his cabin.

As he walked past Mark's cabin, he wondered if he was still in there.
Thinking about how Mark's cock had filled his mouth and ass made Craig
start to have another woody.  As he made his way to the Lido deck to grab
some food, he thought of anything but Mark hoping to get his dick to calm
back down.

After grabbing some food, juice and coffee he went down to the deck from
which passengers could depart.  Since he arrived before his family, Craig
had a chance to look around.  The city was in the shape of a horse shoe
around the bay.  Buildings climbed the hills creating the city.  Many of
the buildings were brightly colored giving the city a patchwork look.
Puerto Vallarta was much different than the other ports that the ship had
visited.

It wasn't long after that his parents disembarked.  His sister wasn't with
them.  When Craig asked, his mom told him that she wasn't feeling that
well.  They strolled along the boulevard that ran along the beach.  There
were sculptures and fountains along the way.  The other side of the street
was filled with shops and restaurants.  His mother kept hurrying both he
and his father saying that if they didn't hurry they would be late for
their reservation.

When they finally arrived at the parasailing location he noticed that none
of the parasails were for single people, they all were tandem.  When he
asked his mother, she told him that she had reserved two "flights", one for
her and his father and another for him and his sister.  When she said it,
she realized that it was going to be a problem and left him and his father
as she went to the shack where people were supposed to check in.  She came
back and said, "Problem solved, they said one of their instructors would go
with you so that we don't forfeit the payment that I already charged."

After Craig and his parents had signed release forms, he watched as his
folks were fitted into their gear.  It was the type of tandem that had one
person sitting behind the other person with the person in back controlling
the parasail.  Both his parents had done this before so they felt
comfortable.  After being connected to the sail, with his father behind his
mother, he watched as they lifted off the sand and rose into the sky.

While his parents were flying, Craig looked around at the people that were
near the shack.  Most of the people were families waiting for their
reserved times, checking out paddle boards or other equipment, or just
enjoying the sun as they sat on the beach.  None of the men really caught
Craig's attention until he noticed a man coming out of the shack.  The man
was about 6'3" with skin that was the bronze color of someone who spent a
lot of time in the sun.  His slightly long, messy hair was sun bleached
almost to the point of being white.  His shoulders were wide and his waist
was narrow.  While not overly muscled like someone who worked out at a gym,
his body was obviously someone who was muscled in a way that looked like he
swam a lot and did some sort of physical labor.  The man was wearing a neon
yellow Speedo type of swimsuit that rode low on his hips and left nothing
to the imagination.  His ample cock was riding up the left side of the suit
with the head, obviously cut, just millimeters from peeking out from the
suit.  Craig was staring so intently at the man, he almost didn't see his
parents land on the sand while employees from the parasailing outfit
quickly gathered up the sail and freed it from his parents.

Craig's name was called and he went to the area where people were fitted
with a harness while being given instructions.  While listening to the
instructor, Craig took off his board shorts revealing his small, while
swimsuit.  Craig was surprised to find that it was the man in the yellow
suit that was helping him with the harness.  He spoke with an Australian
accent which made him all the hotter in Craig's mind.  As the man tightened
the harness around his waist and between his legs, Craig couldn't control
how his cock was expanding.  If the man noticed he didn't say anything.

Not only did the man help him with his harness and share with him the
instructions but he put himself in the harness that was behind Craig.  It
was then that Craig realized the Aussie was going to be his tandem partner
which didn't help Craig to get his cock to go down.

When they were attached to the pull line, the Aussie explained that he
would control the sail and all Craig had to do was to sit back and enjoy
the ride.  Taking the instructions literally, Craig leaned his back into
the Aussie's chest as the line got taught and they rose into the air.
Craig could feel the Aussie's cock pressed against his lower back.  The
Aussie manipulated the handles of the sail making them swoop back and forth
as well as up and down.  The view of Puerto Vallarta was beautiful from the
air.

After a few minutes in the air, Craig was sure that the Aussie's cock was
growing against his back.  Craig pushed back slightly putting more pressure
on the man's dick.  The man leaned into Craig's ear and said, "Do you want
to take the handles for a few minutes?"

"Sure."  Craig grabbed the handles as the Aussie pulled his hands away.
Instead of grabbing a hold of the lines connecting them to the sail, the
Aussie reached between his legs and Craig could tell he was pushing the
yellow suit down below his balls.  As he did the Aussie's cock moved so
that it was straight up against Craig's back.

The Aussie then put his hands around Craig and started to play with Craig's
nipples.  "I saw the way you were looking at me back on the beach.  Your
mouth was hanging open.  It looks like a nice mouth."  The harness was
starting to hurt Craig's cock as it hardened even more.

Between the cock against his back, what the Aussie had said, the accent he
said it in, and the fingers tweaking his nipples, Craig inadvertently
pulled on one of the handles causing the sail to dip to the right and begin
to descend.  The Aussie moved his right hand from Craig's chest and put it
over Craig's hand on the handle lessening the tension and allowing the sail
to right itself.  The boat pulling the sail went farther out over the bay,
much farther than it had taken his parents.  The heat from the Aussie's
cock felt like it was burning Craig's back.

Craig let his hand slip from the handle and put it between his back and the
Aussie's body.  It didn't take any time at all for Craig to wrap his
fingers around the Aussie's member.  He could feel each of the veins that
ran along the man's cock.  Craig squeezed the Aussie's cock feeling its
meatiness and wishing that he could worship it with his mouth.

The boat had turned back toward the shore and started to slow down.  The
sail drifted down.  Craig moved his hand and grabbed hold of the lines.
The Aussie told him that he was going to have to drop them in the water so
that he could make his cock go down and then pull up his suit.  Craig
thought it was a good idea because he needed to calm down his own cock.
Some of the staff realized what was happening and had run into the surf to
help with the sail.  When the hit the water, the Aussie helped Craig get
out of the harness and then stepped back, forcing his cock back into the
small piece of material that he was wearing.

As they walked toward the sand, the Aussie told Craig to come back to the
shack at 5 pm so that they could finish what they started.  Craig was glad
that the ship wasn't scheduled to leave port until 10 pm so that he could
come back.

When they reached the sand, the Aussie headed toward the shack while Craig
went to where his parents were waiting.  As he walked, he kept looking back
to get another look at the Aussie.  He heard his mother tell him to put his
board shorts back on and he could hear in her voice that she didn't like
his swimsuit.  His mother suggested that they do some shopping before they
headed back to the ship.  Since Craig had a couple of hours to kill before
he was to meet the Aussie he went along with the plan.

As they shopped, all Craig could think about was what the Aussie's cock
would look like when he saw it, how it would taste, and how much cum it
would deliver.  Every once in a while his mother's voice would bring him
back to reality.  While she bought several pieces of jewelry and some
souvenirs she kept chattering away about nothing.

Finally she said they were ready to go back to the ship.  Craig told his
parents that he wanted to take a swim before returning to the ship.  He
could tell that his mother was annoyed but she finally told him it was ok
but to be back in time for dinner.

Craig didn't go swimming, he walked around not paying any attention to the
stores or the people around him, all he could think about was the cock that
was waiting for him.  At 5 pm, Craig was at the shack as they were putting
away the equipment.  The Aussie was telling the other men that he would
close up and that they could go home.  The way the men reacted made Craig
realize that the Aussie must be the owner.  As the staff walked away they
were all looking at Craig and a few of them smiled and gave him knowing
looks.

The Aussie was lowering the awning of the shack and waved Craig inside.
The space was cramped with all the equipment stored inside its walls.  The
Aussie turned to face Craig and pulled the front of his yellow swimsuit
below his balls for the second time.  Craig starred transfixed as he
watched the Aussie's cock begin to grow.  He remembered how it felt against
his back and now he wanted to feel it in his mouth.  The Aussie leaned back
against some of the equipment and started to finger his cock.  Craig
stepped forward and put out his hand.  The Aussie dropped his hand so that
Craig could feel his cock for the second time.  Craig was amazed at how
heavy it felt as it filled with blood.

Craig didn't take his eyes off of the cock as he lowered himself to his
knees in front of Aussie god. Leaning forward, Craig ran his tongue around
the cut head finally getting the taste he had been waiting for.  The Aussie
didn't move or say anything, it was almost as if having someone treat his
cock as if it was something special was an everyday occurrence which Craig
figured was probably true.  This man probably got both men and women who
wanted to know what it felt like to have his cock in their mouths.

Slowly, Craig drew the head of this perfect cock into his mouth and savored
it.  He turned his head in several directions so that he could explore
every bit of the velvety crown.  Almost imperceptibly the Aussie moved his
hips but it was enough to know that the man wanted Craig to take in more of
his dick, Craig responded in kind.  Craig slowly let the Aussie's cock
slide deeper into his mouth.  He had to tilt his head and neck to get it
all the way in until Craig's nose touch the Aussie's pubes.  Craig had
worked hard to manage his gag reflex and this was definitely a time that he
was glad that he did.  Once Craig's nose rubbed against the Aussie he
slowly pulled back letting his tongue drag along the underside of the man's
cock.  At one point Craig let the succulent piece of meat slide from his
mouth so that he could focus some attention on the Aussie's balls.  Craig
had to pull the yellow swimsuit lower to fully enjoy them.  He cast his
eyes up at the Aussie's face and saw a look of contentment on the man's
face.

When Craig was ready to find out how much cum the Aussie could fill him
with, Craig increased his efforts, pretty soon Craig could taste the precum
that had begun to leak into his mouth.  That was enough for Craig to begin
to act like a hungry child asking for more.  Finally Craig was rewarded
with the first shot of cum that hit the back of his throat.  Craig pulled
back because he wanted the cum to coat his tongue so that he could enjoy
the salty flavor of the Aussie's spunk.  Craig was elated that the Aussie
could produce as much cum as he did.  Craig pulled back so that only the
head remained in his mouth.  He opened his lips so that the Aussie could
watch the last of his cum hitting Craig's tongue.  When Craig thought that
the Aussie was finally emptied, he grabbed the man's cock by the base and
used his tongue to clean the beautiful cock off, making sure he got every
seed that the man had produced.  When he was done he rocked back on his
knees and watched as the cock slightly softened and the Aussie worked to
get it back in his small swimsuit.  When he had, the Aussie moved around
doing whatever work still needed to be done.  When he was finished he moved
his head toward the door.  Craig got off his knees and walked out of the
door with the Aussie who shut and locked it.  The Aussie turned to Craig
and said "I hope you enjoyed Puerto Vallarta" and then walked away.  Craig
didn't say anything, just watched the Aussie walked away enjoying the
flavor that remained in his mouth.

After a moment, Craig looked around.  The beach was emptying.  There were
no longer any sails in the air, people out on paddle boards or the sound of
jet skis.  The sun was just starting to set and the lights of the city were
becoming more prominent, it was beautiful.

Since he still had some time before he had to be back on the ship for
dinner, Craig decided to wander around.  A friend of his from college had
told him that there was a place called the Blue and Green chairs which were
on the beach in front of a gay resort and bar.  If he had his bearings
correct it was a little farther south than where he was.  He decided to see
if he could find them and have a drink before returning to the ship.

As he walked, Craig realized that he was disappointed that the Aussie
hadn't fucked him.  He had an image in his mind of the Aussie pushing him
to the ground, pushing his legs up into the air and pounding his ass with
that beautiful cock.  Craig was glad that he was wearing the board shorts
over his swimsuit since his cock was hard just thinking about the Aussie's
cock deep inside him.  The white swimsuit wouldn't have concealed anything.

It was only a few minutes before Craig reached the Blue and Green chairs.
There was an outside bar so Craig bought himself a rum based drink.  As he
looked around it seemed like everyone was paired off or clustered in
groups.  While some men looked at him they stayed where they were.  Craig
didn't approach any of the groups since he didn't want to bother anyone
during this peaceful time of day.  He was just getting ready to head back
to the ship and hoping that he would hook-up with Mark again to get the
fuck his ass was itching for.  It was just then that he noticed that there
were men around an outcropping of rocks that was not far from where he was
standing.  Drink in hand Craig approached the outcropping.  It was becoming
more obvious that some men were going behind the outcropping while others
were coming back out.  Craig thought he knew what was going on so he
decided to find out if he was correct.

Several of the men blatantly checked Craig out as he passed them which made
him smile.  He decided to take his board shorts off.  After he did, he
would glance back at the men he just passed and many of them were checking
out his ass in the small white swimsuit.  Craig was fascinated to see the
diversity of the men that were around him.  There were all ages and
different body types.  While most of the men looked like they may be
tourists there were a great many Latino men as well.

As Craig went behind the outcropping the number of men seemed to lessen but
then he realized that men were stepping out from that shadows while others
were stepping in.  Craig was drawn to the shadows.  He stepped behind a
rock and found two men.  One man was bent at the waist while the other man
was sliding his cock in and out of the other man's ass.  Craig quietly
stood and watched, wishing it was his ass being used.  Craig started to rub
the front of his suit and then pushed it down and began to stroke his cock
as he watched.  While watching Craig had images of Mark's and the Aussie's
cocks.  He also thought about the fuckings he had received from two of the
officers on the ship.  Those images and what he was watching made him fist
his dick faster and harder.  It wasn't long before he dropped a load on the
sand in front of him.  As he was pulling his swimsuit back up he heard from
behind him "I enjoyed the show boy".

Craig started to turn around but a hand grabbed his neck and kept him from
doing so.  A different hand went inside the back of his swimsuit and rubbed
his ass.  "I really liked seeing your ass clench and unclench while you
were beating off."

The hand pushed Craig's suit down almost to his knees.  Seconds later he
felt a cock rub against his ass crack.  "You like how that feels boy?"
Craig didn't verbalize an answer he just pushed his ass back against the
cock that was against his skin.

Using a foot, the stranger pushed Craig's white swimsuit down to his
ankles.  Craig knew what he had to do.  He worked one foot out of the suit
so that he could spread his legs.  "Just as I thought, your ass looked like
it was hungry for some cock.

Without having to use much force, the stranger pushed Craig toward a rock
that was to their right.  As they moved, Craig felt the cock pull away from
his skin which was replaced by a hand whose fingers worked their way to
Craig's waiting hole.  Not knowing who was behind him actually made Craig
get more excited.  In his mind he imagined that it was the Aussie or any of
the men that he had walked by.

The stranger pushed Craig's legs farther apart.  Craig could feel the man's
cock once again on his ass rubbing up and down his ass crack.  Even when
the man took his hand off of Craig's neck, he didn't turn to see who was
behind him.  Instead he enjoyed the sensation of the man using his hands to
spread Craig's ass and the feel of a cock against his hole.

Craig's ass was so hungry for cock it didn't take much pressure for the
stranger's cock to push through.  While Craig watched the two men fucking
just feet away he felt more of the stranger's dick push into him.  The
stranger had to push Craig's back down and forward so that he could get
more of his cock into Craig.

Finally Craig just closed his eyes and floated away on the feeling of being
full of cock.  The stranger knew what he was doing.  The tip of the man's
cock would rub against Craig's prostate and then would pull back until just
the head remained in Craig's ass.  Almost painfully slow, the dick would
slide back in until it once again hit the spot.  As this happened, Craig's
own cock got hard again and started to leak onto the sand.  Craig realized
he was moaning with each thrust of the stranger's cock.

Maybe he was just imaging it, but Craig felt as if others were watching the
stranger fuck him just as he had been watching the men in the sand.  That
thought made Craig's cock leak even more and caused Craig to push back
against the stranger's thrusts which in turn caused the man to fuck harder.

The stranger began to suck and bite Craig's neck while he mumbled under his
breath.  It wasn't long after that Craig felt his ass fill with warmth.
The stranger let his chest rest against Craig's back.  Craig could tell
that the stranger had trimmed chest hair because it felt rough against his
skin.  The stranger once again put his hand on Craig's neck while his cock
slide slowly from Craig's depths.  The hand left Craig's neck and he heard
footsteps but when he turned around all he saw was the back of man walking
away in the shadows.

As Craig pulled up his swimsuit he could feel some cum leak from his ass
onto the white fabric.  When he realized he needed to hurry to get back to
the ship he pulled his board shorts back on so that the wet stain would be
covered when he boarded the ship.  Doing a slow jog, Craig headed in the
direction of the dock and the cruise ship.  Running in the sand felt good,
but not as good as what he had just felt.

When he reached the ship, he joined the line of passengers boarding the
ship.  He looked around wondering if anyone guessed what he had been up to.
Once on board he hurried to his cabin to get ready for dinner.  After a
quick shower he got out and checked himself in the mirror and noticed that
the bite marks were very obvious.  While it wasn't another formal night, it
was expected that he wear something other than shorts and t-shirts to the
dining room.  He put on a button down shirt with a pair of khakis and a
sports coat, making sure that the bite marks were covered.

He made it to the table just in time and his mother asked how the rest of
his day had been.

"I had a great time."

TO BE CONTINUED...

Be Well,

Chad
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