Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2020 22:43:06 +0000 (UTC) From: brad rent Subject: Chapter 5 of "Travis and Lily Take a Cruise" This is a story I wrote so I could more fully explore the depths love for my penis. It's roughly based on stories young coworkers would tell every Monday morning describing their libidinous adventures over the weekend. I embellished their tales and provided them for their reading enjoyment. They encouraged me to publish, so here they are. Selfishly, I got to cum about twice per chapter while writing it! The pages are probably still a little sticky--sorry. Please write; I love feedback: brad_rent@yahoo.com. Oh yeah... and please make a contribution to Nifty.org to make sure these and other stories keep being published—and I get to keep cumming! Chapter 5- It Begins We arrived at the port about an hour before the instructions said we could board, but the in-processing staff was in place, the lines were short and we found ourselves aboard the giant `hotel at sea' in no time. It felt like we were the only passengers wandering the decks as we checked out all the pools, cafeterias and numerous lounges. The atrium was spectacular and we rode the glass elevator to the very top of the ship and walked out onto the wide-open pool/sundeck area. Each of the 3 medium-sized pools was surrounded by ample space for lounge chairs, tables and bars. One pool even had a large screen high over one end where they showed `movies under the stars.' There were a few sunbathers lying about already. I noticed more than a few thongs, providing only minimal cloth between pert, tanned butt-cheeks as well as well-filled, skimpy bikini tops. There were even a couple of topless college girls that had attracted some giggling teenage boys standing off a ways, pretending to be interested in reading some menu or something- - but it was pretty clear they wanted a better look at those exposed nipples. The smell of sunscreen filled the air. Many of the `thong' babes were accompanied by fit, also-tanned guys in brief, colorful speedos. Their full bulges drew many gazes from those of us strolling about the deck ogling the scenery. Some were so thin and stretched out that we could guess their religion. We were glad that- - so far at least- - most of the people we encountered were our about our age. We'd read that cruises were filled with old, fat people but so far, that wasn't the case. We moved forward in the ship, seeking out the spa; hopeful that we'd be able to schedule a couple's massage and see where we could go with Lily's `masseuse' fantasy. The spa was stunning, spacious and inviting. We asked to see the couples' area we'd read about online and were ushered through a pair of sliding, frosted doors to the forward part of the facility. The intimate, semi-private area offered a panoramic view to the front of the ship and the port beyond. The view right now was of the rusty, bleak industrial part of Port Everglades, but promised open-sea sunsets and romantic vistas for the next 10 days once we sailed away. The layout was similar to a four-leaf clover, with semi-private alcoves; each had two massage tables. I was surprised to see that one of the alcoves was already occupied by an obviously naked couple lying face down on the tables with a masseuses working on each of them. They must have boarded the ship even before us. The smells wafting out of the area were exquisite—I thought I smelled balsam and gardenia, but wasn't sure. While our spa guide was explaining the various types of massage available, the couple in the alcove was told to turn over; as they did, the towels covering them slipped slightly, allowing a brief glimpse of their toned flesh. I noticed the man first as his muscular ass came into view—no tan lines. When he got all the way over to his back, he had tented the skimpy towel around his middle, it was pretty obvious that he was enjoying his massage with a semi-erect boner lying like a slug pointing off to the side. This lack of tan lines applied to both him and his mate; confirmed when her ample breasts slipped into view (maybe not altogether accidentally?) and again—no visible lines. We finished our tour of the couples' area and scheduled a dual massage for the last available time slot on our second at-sea day, hoping for an opportunity to invite Lily's masseuse to continue the session in our cabin according to our plan once her shift ended. I was surprised when the spa scheduler asked Lily if she preferred a male or female masseuse—it dawned on me then that we could have had a very different fantasy. However, Lily responded that she preferred a woman, so I was sure she wanted to proceed with her original plan of getting it on with another chick while I watched and jacked off. I wasn't expecting to have a choice, but when she offered me the same male-or-female option, I was sort of stumped. I'd never had a massage before, and I just assumed that my masseuse would be a guy- - and as far as I knew, we weren't planning to ask him to our cabin. During my hesitation, Lily jumped in (a little over enthusiastically) with "oh, he'll have a man." I wondered if something sinister was going through her mind that she wasn't sharing, or if she'd just had the same expectation as me and just blurted it out before I could answer. I decided that she was moving forward with her plan to see me with another guy's cock in my hand or mouth or wherever, sooner than later... and the more I thought about it, the more anxious I was to try! The attendant handed us a brochure explaining all the services the spa offered; I was intrigued to see that waxing was one of the spa's services. Lily surprised me by asking the attendant if the waxing included "private areas." The attendant showed no surprise and answered, "Of course, madam... we get many requests for hair removal from private parts. "How about for men?" Lily asked. A slight rise in the eyebrows was all that the attendant showed as she looked me up and down and answered, "Of course, madam." I wanted to know how they waxed a scrotum, but decided that'd probably be too tough a question to ask and certainly too hard to answer just then since other people were beginning to arrive for their spa tours. I sure as hell knew that I wasn't about to have that done! My nut-sack was almost hairless as it was and I decided it could just stay that way. "Maybe we should start our cruise with a fresh wax job, Travis," Lily teased. "Let's just finish our tour first," I replied. But I did get just a little bit `thicker' thinking about having someone diddle with my junk, giving the rest of my crotch a wax job. Then I thought about what kind of pain having your junk waxed must be; my penis returned to a completely flaccid state. Then I thought about watching Lily get her crotch waxed and I thickened up again. The last part of our exploration took us to a part of the ship we'd read about but couldn't quite picture- - the `Oasis Sanctuary.' When we read about it, we didn't know whether to expect a church or a deck area covered with sand. It was neither. Located on top of the spa, the Oasis was the most forward and highest deck on the ship, offering an almost 360-degree view of the front and the surrounding ocean. It had its own pool, changing rooms, a bar, lounge areas and small café. It was sumptuously appointed with potted palms, lounge chairs, soft music, and even a gate guard. The guard's function was to make sure people had paid to use the area- - $20 per day, we learned- - and limit the number of guests; he or she also made sure no minors got in. To me, it was the perfect place for consensual nude sunbathing- - and more- - depending on the participants' preferences; it was even loosely divided into sections with screens, palms and frosted glass. Alas, a rule board posted by the entry said `nudity and sex acts were forbidden'- - somehow, it was good to know I wasn't the first one to think lewd thoughts like this about the Oasis. Something must have happened to make them put those restrictions on a sign, I thought. I'd have to ask later! I was further intrigued by the fact that it closed at 5:30 pm each day, yet there was no way to physically deny access to the space. Yes, it was visually separated from the rest of the ship by frosted glass and couldn't be seen from any other lounge or deck, but the door-height frosted glass at the entrance could easily be climbed; anyone would be able to enter this premier, most sensual and romantic part of the ship—as it turns out, I wasn't wrong or alone in thinking the `closed' Oasis was the perfect place for unbridled sexual adventure—as we learned later. We went back to our cabin, playing grab-ass all the way down the very long corridor as we searched for our room. Once inside, Lily planted a big, wet kiss on me while rubbing my semi-hard dick through my shorts. I wasted no time squeezing her bra-less titties while she fondled my crotch. "Get these off, Travis. I want you to fuck me out on the balcony," she added, "you got to come in the car—I didn't." I was taken aback, but obeyed, kicking off my sandals and pulling down my shorts. Lily reached under her sundress and slid her panties down while she headed for the large window at the end of the cabin. Kicking off her panties and flipping them up onto the bed, she threw open the drapes to reveal an entire wall of glass, looking out on a good-sized balcony, fully equipped with two chairs and a small table. A 3-foot-high panel of semi-opaque, frosted glass topped with a varnished plank of wood served as the safety railing; tall vertical partitions separated us from our neighbors on each side. For now, the balconies to our sides were empty. Lily pulled open the sliding door about the time I got my shorts off; as I was pulling my shirt over my head, she said "leave the shirt on, Travis... I don't want any onlookers down on the dock to know what we're doing." My boner swelled to full mast just thinking about fucking her right there on the balcony, but I still didn't know what she had in mind. I pulled my shirt back on and cautiously stepped out into the sunshine; I slipped up behind her and raised the back of her dress up over her waist, leaving the front hanging down to mask our movements. I pressed my now-hard cock against her luscious little bare ass. She wriggled her cute butt and I spread her wide until my cock was firmly ensconced between her ass cheeks- - it grew even longer and harder from the caress of her tight, firm flesh. I rubbed the underbelly of my dick up and down her bare ass crack- - her skin was so soft and smooth there- - my dick swelled to awesome, blue-steel hardness and my leaking pre-cum lubricated it as I slid the belly up and down her crack. I reached around and squeezed her tits through her sundress. She straightened up and turned her head so I could kiss her sweet lips while I ground my cock hard against her ass and fondled her magnificent tits. Breaking off the kiss, Lily said, "Let go of my tits, Travis, and stick it in from behind... fuck me doggy right here... right now!" Confused, I answered "why should I let go of your tits... I thought that was one of your faves." "I do love it when you work my titties while we fuck, but those people down there on the gangway are looking up here already, curious as to what you're up to. If you keep your hands on my tits, they'll probably figure out that you're also doing me from behind. Here, just put your hands on the rail by my sides and work your way in. That's it... here, let me stoop over a little... ooh, yeah... that's better." She moaned quietly as I slid into her tight little cunt from behind. I introduced the now-oozing tip of my cock into the hot, wet entrance of her hole. In one slow push, I was about halfway up inside; back out, then once more and I slid all the way in to my pubes. I clenched hard, making the whole shaft and plum head swell inside her. I'm sure a pearl of pre-cum oozed out the tip and into the depths of her cunt. I put my hands on the rail at her sides and she pushed back against me, improving the angle—and the depth of my penetration. Distracted somewhat by my thick, throbbing cock entering her cunt, she recovered enough to add, "They may wonder what we're up to, but my dress should hide most of us while you work my pussy from behind... that's just spectacular, Travis... keep it slow but deep; just like that. You are one awesome fucker! Trying not to bounce too much, I worked my cock slowly in and out of her hot cunt. Looking down with each withdrawal, I saw her tight pussy lips grip the sides of my cock as it pulled back. It seemed that with each thrust I went deeper and deeper. All the way in, I froze, soaking in her juices. "I'm not gonna last too long, sweetie. Where do you want my jizz?" I asked. "Already? Well, OK... just shoot it into me as deep as you can. I want to feel it leak out a little at a time and run down my leg while I watch the people board." After only a few more strokes, I felt the come boiling up out of my balls and heading for my cock. With a final lunge, I buried it as deep as possible; I shot blast after blast of hot goo deep into Lily's sweet cunt. She quivered a bit with each blast, indicating she could feel each one splash against the slick walls of her vagina. I was weak-kneed as I finished coming; after a few slow, full-length, after-come strokes in and out of her now-sopping cunt, I pulled out with an audible `plop' and fell back into one of the balcony chairs. I was low enough and concealed by the frosted glass under the rail, so I was ok sitting there stroking my half-hard cock still wet from a combination of my cum and her cunt juice. Her dress was still hiked up onto her back, so I had a great view of her sweet ass-crack and on down to the pouty cunt mouth I'd so recently oiled and vacated. As I expected, a small white bubble of semen popped out of her pussy and ran down the inside of her thigh. Another followed; I was mesmerized watching gobs of my own sperm slowly run down her beautiful, tanned legs. "That's so hot," a male voice said from somewhere. I whipped my head around while covering my cock and balls but couldn't locate the guy that was talking. "I've never seen anything that hot in my life. I'm gonna cum..." This time the voice spoke long enough to locate its origin—right above our balcony on the one directly above ours. We never thought about checking above us in our hurry to fuck away on our balcony. The tier of balconies above us was set back slightly from our own, so he had a full view of our entire coupling and could probably also see my cum dripping down Lily's leg. She pushed her dress down in back, stood up straight and turned around to better see our peeping Tom, but was blinded by looking almost directly into the sun. I scooted back into the cabin, but could still hear everything. A guttural "I'm cumming!" was all I heard from the disembodied voice above, followed by three or four moans as he apparently shot his load. I slipped on my shorts and moved out onto the balcony, joining Lily as we tried to get a look at our `upstairs' neighbor. He was just finishing shaking the last of his sperm off the tip of his cock as he looked down at us, the sun behind him obscuring our vision. "Thanks, you guys- - that was great," he said. We shielded our eyes and tried to get a better look at him, but as soon as he finished, he backed away from his balcony rail and we heard him close the sliding door to his cabin. We made a note to try and find out who our mystery voyeur was- - maybe he'd be interested in joining us? We decided to leave a note on his door.