Date: Tue, 14 Sep 2004 05:49:19 EDT From: Troy Subject: Travelers (Part I) This story is completely fiction and standard disclaimers apply. This story is intended for adults only. It contains descriptions of sex between an adult and a teenage boy as well as between two teenage boys. If you are under the age of 18, if this material is illegal in your place of residence, or if man-boy or male-male relationships aren't your thing, then exit now, don't read on. Otherwise, I hope you like the story. I welcome any comments. I would like to know my reading audience so tell me something about yourself and what you liked, or disliked, about the story. By Troy TRAVELERS (The Groom) 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 Cafe and explored part of the ship then went back to my cabin. Tired as I was, I couldn't go to bed till after the life boat drill which I thought they always held too late in the evening. Fortunately, it was done very efficiently and I returned to my cabin to retire early and get rested up for the adventure that lay ahead. Little did I know what an adventure it would be. I stood out on the balcony for a long time, gazing at the gently rolling black sea swirling away from the side of the ship. I vowed that I would have a good time on this trip and go back with a new and refreshed outlook on my life. I saw him for the first time the next morning on St. Thomas, walking along the dock away from the ship as I was returning after checking out the jewelry shops at dock-side. The first thing that attracted my attention was his legs. He had beautiful legs. Big, thick, powerful thighs that stuck out of his jeans shorts that strained against the bulging muscles. I eyed the way his muscles flexed and leapt with each step. He walked with determination, with great, long strides, much resembling a strong, young stallion. The rest of him not to be ignored, from there I quickly took in his upper body before he passed by me. He was wearing a thin, white T-shirt that stretched over the heavy musculature of his wide shoulders and his thick chest. I could only imagine what he looked like out of his shirt with his big, steak-sized pecs standing naked and proud. I resisted the temptation to turn and follow him, or even to turn around and look after we had passed each other by. I only prayed that we would run into each other again. I looked around to see if Carnival's ship was docked. It wasn't. Ours was the only ship in the harbor, which meant the big stud was on it. Still, chances were slim with over twenty-five hundred passengers aboard, 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. I was surprised that he came in alone but he went to a table for eight and I thought he might be meeting someone there. 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 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 was 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 something. 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 in his shorts and his heavily muscled shoulders looked even broader in his damp tank-top, and his thighs thicker, if that were possible. His ham-string 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 worked out with the solitary intensity of a bodybuilder. 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 was 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 look 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. "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. "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 that was 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. 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 only 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 don't like 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 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 tuxedos. I was more than happy to accept. 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.e asked "I'm keeping my distance." He laughed. "We've got a couple of babes like that at our table, but it's only that I can detect it. They're not excessively bold, I think out of respect for the two older couples." "I noticed you seem to be traveling alone," I said. "Yeah." His answer was short, almost curt, and I wondered if I had said something out of line. Then he went on. "Actually, this was supposed to be my honeymoon but my fiance backed out at the last minute. I got dumped at the alter." "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 dam 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 then 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. "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 fiance 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. Paco, the cabin attendant, was sill 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. "Or are you not supposed to socialize with the passengers?" "No, I'm not. But, it's 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. "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 as well. 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. "Dam, 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 take everything off, I saved something for you," he said, standing beside the bed. "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 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 grow that thing 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 Chinese or Japanese. Those guys are small." "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.' "It's not completely hard yet," he warned. 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. "You are definitely worth the risk," 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, 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, 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 wasn't right for that. 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 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. "I'm always prepared," I said. "Extra large, I see. That's good," he said as he tore open the condom with is 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. I uncapped the lube and applied it to my ass, then to his gloved cock. He grabbed my legs and pulled me cross-ways 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. "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, the way he nudged and played my asshole till it was stretched and relaxed. 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. "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. "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, its 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, 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. "Any those who want it," he said, confirming my suspicions. "But I gotta admit, it's more fun with somebody like you...somebody with muscles and so damned good looking." "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. "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 dropkicking is 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 lie 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," Paco said. "Fuck, man, I'm never gonna forget you anyway," I gasped. After he'd fucked me upside down and backwards for awhile 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, 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 saying 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 suck your 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 imagined 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. 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. " 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. 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 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. "Dam, 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. 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 his passengers; I had to bet it increased his tips considerably. And it followed that he eventually developed 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 with a sly grin. "Truth. Hell, I'm not an agent or anything," I said. "Eighteen." "Even if I weren't, I would tell you eighteen," he said. Well, it was too late to be a problem. 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, nor 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; I had no choice but to ask someone to dance. She was sitting alone at a table, a striking brunette, a school teacher from Denver, traveling with a fellow teacher. Cruise ships seemed to be a haven for school teachers 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. "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. "Touche." "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 said. 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; it'd been a long time. 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. 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 sucked 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 languished in the exquisite feeling that I had long forgotten when I shoved my cock in her. I fucked her masterfully. 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. To top it off, I went down on her and took her to a screaming second climax and left her gasping for air. "My Godd! I haven't had a man like you in...well, never," she said. "I'm trying to remember when I had a woman like you," I said. "And I thought you were gay!" she exclaimed. 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. Goddam, she was one hot teacher!" It pained me to hear him confirm that he'd fucker 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. 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 he was joking about the snakes. At least we hoped so. "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 five 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 carred 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 loin cloth! "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 had 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 loin cloth. I mean, if one did, how could the other not? Neither of the other two guys took a loincloth. The girls tittered but none of them took a jungle outfit. Tuck was visibly disappointed. "Dam, 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. "Hey, 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 loin cloths 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." He looked incredible standing there in the thick green of the jungle in nothing but the loin cloth 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 cat calls 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 had two hours to find our way back to the assembly point then 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 stayed behind him so I could 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 I 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?" 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 a newly-wed couple coming back. "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 tope 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. We moved back and took a running jump off the river bank. 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 loin cloth 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. 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 left no doubt 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 loin cloth soaked and clinging to the bulge of his manhood and his tight butt. "Dam, that was cold," he said. "It wouldn't be so bad if the sun could get through with a little warmth," I said. 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 loin cloths were still dripping wet, water running down our legs. She gave us each a towel to dry off and told us we could get dressed and that we could keep the loin cloths 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 to the bush to change into our clothes and 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 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. He sounded American. "If you didn't find what you wanted in the window, there are plenty more over here," he said, showing us to a wall with swinging panels with hundreds of designs. 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." "How about you?" he asked me. "This one." "Just Do It! Okay, who goes first?" Tuck volunteered to go first. I went in back with him. I wanted to watch. "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," 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." 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 three 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." 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." 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 a Just Do It tattoo on m y 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 as 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?" I asked. "It would be easier if you had mine." "Huh-uh," he said. "I'm not walking around a locker room with a Do It tattoo on my butt. Besides, you didn't endure any pain with that one. You get the panther." "You would look great with a panther," the man said. I agreed. It would be worth any amount of pain to have a tattoo just like Tuck's, and in the same place. "Okay, strip the bottom half again," the man said. I took off my shorts and briefs and stood naked. I was a little surprised that Tuck stayed and watched as I had done him. "You don't mind if I watch, do you?" he asked. "I want to see you suffer like I did." "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 inside his ass." "Dam, 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 said. "We have a smaller version," the man said. "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. "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. "How does the tattoo look?" I asked. Tuck got a laugh out of it. "It's 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..." the man said. "But I would have to lock up for awhile." We got back from the jungle trek and the tattoo parlor in plenty of time for lunch on the ship. We both sat rather gingerly. "Ready for the beach?" Tuck asked as we were eating lunch in the Windjammer. "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?" 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 now. It's a nude beach." "Sounds like a LOT of fun," I said. "Well, then, let's go get changed." I wasn't entirely sure about the getting naked part so I slipped on a swim suit under my shorts, just in case I chickened out. I was going to see Tuck naked but I wasn't sure about my own nerve. 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, the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen; long and thick and veiny and meaty, with a generous collar hugging the rim of the 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. "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. He 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 take it with you, you'll wear it," With no argument I took off my shorts and then my swim suit. "Toss it over there, you can get it when you get back," he said. He looked at me. "You're gong to cause quite a stir yourself." "I'll take that as a compliment." "As did I." 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...not yet. 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 but we encourage you to enjoy this opportunity; after all, that's why you're here. Picture taking is not allowed without the person's permission. " He paused, holding the mike down as if to gather his thoughts and I noticed a wry grin come across his face. "I know you're wondering...you guys, and you gals...Well, 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. It always happens on the island. There are no inopportune moments on this excursion. 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 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 and bottled water on the trip out," the man continued. " Rum punch and snacks will be served on the trip back as well. We purposely do not serve any kind of alcoholic beverages on the way out for obvious reasons. 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. Please use sun screen 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. The girls weren't bad, except a bit overweight, 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 conspicuous about stripping down 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, and for the first time. 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. I had no choice. On the island Tuck showed no inhibitions at all. I watched him as he took 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 stayed in close proximity to the spot that Tuck and I chose, although I noticed that the two male exhibitionists 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 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 swim suit that Tuck made me take off back in his cabin. He was right, if I'd worn it, I would've been reluctant to take it off. I was surprised that Tuck watched me as intently as any of the others. We stretched out 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 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 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. I fought down a hardon as I applied the lotion to his smooth, hard muscles. I had yet to put lotion on my own manhood, and it was going to be a real battle. I considered lying on my stomach but I didn't want to look like a pussy in front of Tuck. I tried to keep my mind occupied and keep talking as I fought down the tingling between my legs. His hard muscles felt good to the touch. Too good. I had a difficult time keeping my hands from trailing down over his tight, gorgeous butt. I forced myself to stop just at the small of his back. Tuck's hands felt good on my muscles, too. I was 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. The real battle was putting lotion on my own manhood; it was like I was aggravating the tingling. Tuck stood up to put lotion on his butt and legs then 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. "Dam, 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 alone and 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. "Would it be all right...you're so impressive...if I get some close-ups?" the man asked. Tuck shrugged and arched his brown 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 to turn over?" he asked as he straightened. "It was impossible not to notice what a terrific butt 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," he added. "You should see his tattoo," Tuck said. 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 Tuck if he would turn over so they could take pictures of his butt. Again, he obliged and flexed his butt muscles hard for their pictures. "Ohhhh, you were right," one of the girls said, giggling. "He does have a bodybuilders butt." 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," 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 kiss. I thought the girls were going to go into orgasms. "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. "Oh, Darn! We're on another ship." 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 there fault you've got such a great looking ass," I joked. 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. Wouldn't it be wonderful, I thought, if we could be stranded out here alone for the night? 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. I 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. When I returned, Tuck was sitting up with his knees cocked up, his 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 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. I could be a lover if I had Tuck alongside me. It was as if Tuck could read my mind. "Don't get excited, she's with her," Tuck told me, 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 you excitement for each other," the girl said. I looked at Tuck. There was laughter in his eye. "Uhhh...we're 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 died-in-the-wool. She doesn't even find you two attractive." "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." "Dam, 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." "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. 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. 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. I let my eyes rake over her perfect ten as well, before I looked back at Tuck. His cock was beginning 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. "Can you believe it? We meet two gorgeous babes on a nude beach and they turn out to be lesbians. I'm not even gong 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. 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 told me to, 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. "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," 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. "Dam, wrong ship," I said. I guess I was sort of relieved but at lease I could tell Tuck I'd asked. I ran to catch up with him. We swam for awhile, 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. We went back to our towels and stretched out to dry off but one of the crew came around to announce that it was 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 me 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. 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. "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. 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." "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 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 ask 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. Just then a crew member said it was time to start getting dressed. Tuck and I raised up and stepped back onto the deck...much to our surprise, 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 view," 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 camera click. The catamaran docked barely in time for us to get back to the ship. "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 swim suit. As I started to leave, he asked. "I'm eating in the Windjammer tonight. Do you want to join me? I like to skip the formal shit for a night." "Yes, I would like that," I said. 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 you," 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. It would be up to me to make the next move after we were done swimming. Not that Tuck was making moves on me, but we would come to my room first on the way back from the pool and if I didn't have a plan by then, all could be lost. It was after all, Thursday night. I had to find a way to keep me and Tuck together and I didn't have much time. 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 who had taken pictures of us; from the beach; 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 swim suits, 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 swim suit. "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 swim suit. 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 m e do that," I said. "I was afraid you wouldn't try it," he said. 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...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 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 how big is it?" "Ten-plus inches," he replied matte-of-factly. I squeezed it a few times then cupped his balls again. "Can we go inside?" Tuck asked in an anxious tone. "In a minute. 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. 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. 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! Ohhhhhh, Sweet Geezussss! 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." "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, 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. 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, do you?" he gasped. "I think I do," I said, giving his hard cock a squeeze. "Please...get back on my cock. Stop torturing me and suck it," he begged. 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. His huge, thick meat felt good in my hand. "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 get in the right position. He was too close and if I stopped, heaven only knew what he would do. Probably rape my throat. "UUunnnnhhhhhhh!" He groaned suddenly. "Awwwhhhh...awwwhhhh, 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 not too hard, and 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 cockhead. 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. "Goddam, I don't know how you did that!" he gaped. "Sheer determination," I said. It could've been a tense moment right after, especially if it's a guy's first time, which I assumed it was for Tuck. Thankfully, he didn't more 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." End, Part I