Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2016 22:18:51 -0400 From: jon white Subject: Clothing Optional Cruise IV CLOTHING OPTIONAL CRUISE IV Breakfast was always good. Most of the men were up to greet the day and I would never tire from watching guys walk with boners wagging and bouncing. The blonde guy from last night sat at my table and we made a date to meet at his stateroom at 10:00. I wandered the deck a bit and retired to my cubbyhole room to work with my trusty wine bottle. It was now time to try s bigger cock. We met at ten and once again I thanked my mother for not "getting me mutilated" at birth because everybody wanted to suck my weenie. They drew cards and the winner was a stocky guy with a perpetual grin. I drew the dude with the ponytail named John. We each pitched in five bucks to be awarded to the last one to cum. I was so shook up by the feeling of sucking and being sucked that I neglected to ask my sucker to tell me when he was about to shoot. The room was quiet except for a few moans and the occasional sound of sucking. I must have learned something about fellatio or maybe it was my finger tickling his prostate but in only a couple of minutes I felt a warm gush over my tongue and John had unloaded. His jizz was OK but not as nice as his precum and he left the circle so I graduated to the blonde who had a pretty cock with an oversized cockhead and really lovely tasting precum. Maybe it was that taste coming out of that mouthful of glans or the way he was fondling my nuts but I was the second to unload. Normally I have some time to bask in the glory of the inevitable ejaculation phase but this one came on slam bang. Blondie pulled his head back with my first spurt and caught the next half dozen squirts on his face, grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat. I exited the circle and watched the rest of the show. I enjoyed my first circle suck no end and decided then and there to line up some other men for another one before the end of the cruise. Back to the little swimming pool in the afternoon and I spotted the ideal cock for my next buttfuck He was a quiet redhead with a long skinny pecker. Bigger than my first one, but not too big. Interesting man. He had given up his job in an advertising agency to go to divinity school. He picked a strict Methodist college with the hope of shedding his homosexual feelings. Most of the students were male and rather than having his gay urges dampened, they grew stronger. He lasted two years, decided he had to find out one way or the other, and here he was, cruising for answers. We were soul mates and had both decided early on the cruise, like it or not, we were gay. His experience so far was all oral but he had thought a lot about rectal sex and we repaired to my little cabin. His fantasies had been about doggy style so I rubbered and lubed him and got on my hands and knees. I told him I'd only need bred once before by a much smaller penis and asked him to be slow and gentle. Entry was easy, a little uncomfortable at first, but when he got all the way in it felt much nicer than the previous teeny weenie weenie. He couldn't have gone a dozen in and outs before he yelled "Oh shit!", slammed it in to the hilt and I felt it throb in my rosebud. "Damn! That felt so good I wanted it to last," he said. I told him it felt very good to me too but he'd probably last longer next time. He wanted me to do him but when I put a greasy finger in his pooper it was as tight as I expected. He wanted to blow me but it was early in the morning and I wasn't eager to kill the rest of the day with an amateur cocksucker so we went up to the bar to find him a trainer wine bottle. That afternoon I again noticed a handsome older guy, maybe mid forties, reading in the shade. He had a nice uncut dick now soft but would probably be a biggie when hard. Horn rimmed glasses, fifty dollar haircut and looked like a lawyer. I introduced myself and he stuck out his hand and said, "Mortimer Fredrickson, nice to meet you." I asked him if his nickname was Mort. He smiled and he said, "That would be a bad one for a neurosurgeon so I go by Fred. I notice you're uncircumcised too. Not many of us au naturel men around." I told him I had always considered myself unfortunate to be uncut but on this cruise I had discovered that many passengers thought uncircumcised organs were delicious and although I had only sucked one I agreed. He smiled and suggested we repair to his stateroom and trade pleasures. He wanted to be sucked and agreed to warn me before his ejaculation. From his bedside table drawer he produced an odd looking black thing. I looked puzzled and he explained that it was a vibrating butt plug shaped to fit snugly in his rectum. He lubed it up, turned it on and stuck it up his pooper. He was instantly hard and my guess was accurate. His cock was almost as long as mine but unlike my slim dickhead his was quite large and promised to be a mouthful. Erect his foreskin was half retracted and I pulled it back to bare that lovely glans. It was indeed a mouthful and tasted wonderful. I could feel his rod vibrating in my mouth andI began to circle his organ with my tongue. "Good, that feels very good but go easy because I tend to cum pretty quick with my buddy buzzing in my butt," he said. I sucked slowly with varying pressure of my lips and he never stopped talking about how it felt. I would have told him how good it felt to me to have that big cockhead in my mouth now seeping delicious precum but my mother taught me not to talk with my mouth full. When I started to wag my head around his voice rose in pitch and volume. "Oh Jesus, that feels so good. So very very good. Oh yeah, slow down 'cause I'm gonna cum pretty quick now." TO BE CONTINUED