Date: Wed, 23 May 2012 07:36:14 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Cruise Control. Part One.

           This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All
comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

       Part One

  Adam Wright was an author. Not a spectacular one, but a household name,
for at least six of his books made the best seller lists when they were
published. He had written ten so far and the royalties they brought in made
life comfortable to say the least.

     Born in South West London and went to a local school of no repute
though he did rather well, especially in English through being rather a
bookworm. Whilst at school, he wrote quite a few pieces that were published
in the local paper and on leaving school, applied for a job there and was
taken on.

     He spent four years working there, writing of local events, news and
of the areas personages before moving on to a national newspaper in the
city. For eight years he worked for them, reporting and writing the odd
short story, though he always referred to himself as being a journalist. It
was while working for this newspaper that he wrote his first book entitled
Sin in the City which reached the top ten. A story based around the people
and professions in the Soho area. A sordid book of the clubs and dives,
gambling dens and of the prostitutes and their pimps, not missing out on
the gays and transvestites.

     He had two on and off affairs, one of the women being married, during
this period, sharing his time between the two. The single one lived in his
small flat for a period of time till she moved on, basically because he
became bored with her and spent more time in writing his second novel
rather than pay her the attention she thought she deserved.

     With this second book being put into the hands of his publisher, he
decided to leave the newspaper and become a full time author. It took three
years of research and writing before his third book was published which
became another good seller and with the revenue paid to him, bought a small
flat in Chelsea.

     It was while researching for his fourth book that he met his future
wife, Carol Vickers, a sub editor of a fashion weekly magazine. He wanted
details of fashion houses and the style of clothes of the seventies of
England and the U.S.A., and where better to find this information than at a
fashion magazine.

     So with the use of his press card that he'd kept, he'd got an
interview and Carol was most helpful when he explained what he was
after. She took to his good looks and charm and soon accepted dinner dates
with him and before the year was out, became his lover.

                                                           *

     Carol Vickers was born four years after Adam though she attended an
exclusive all girl's school in North London in her early years. She came
from a moderately wealthy family and so had a substantial allowance which
enabled her to buy the latest fashionable clothes, avidly reading all that
she could on what other people, famous and otherwise, bought or desired.

     Like Adam, she excelled in her school in English and became the
school's editor of their news letter. She also had a lesbian affair for
three years while there as well as a short fling with one of the female
teachers. It was through her three year bed mate that she secured a job as
an assistant editor on the fashion magazine that her lover's father
owned. Though the job was really that of a gofer, going for this and going
for that, one step above that of being a tea lady. But she enjoyed the
hustle and bustle of the work even though it was only a weekly periodical.

     Her parents paid for an excellent flat in Knightsbridge which meant
she didn't have far to travel to work. Over the years, she had an affair
with the editor and rose to be a sub editor, though the affair was short
lived, for he was ousted and a female put in charge. But Carol stayed on in
her position and got on well with her new boss.

     Her life changed when Adam Wright came into her office.

                                                            *

     Even after having got all the information he needed for his novel,
Adam kept seeing Carol, taking her out to dinner and sometimes a show. The
kisses first chaste and then more passionate the hungrier he got until she
eventually invited him up to her flat one evening and there they made love
for the first time. From then on, it was one night at her flat and a week
later, one night in his. This relationship went on for three years before
he asked her to marry him. She accepted and they moved into her flat and he
sold his in Chelsea and banked the proceeds from the sale.

     The wedding was a grand affair though he didn't have any relatives on
his side of the church and hers more than made up the numbers and had an
old friend from the newspaper stand beside him as best man.

     They honeymooned in the Caribbean and she couldn't stop him from
taking his lap top computer to write graphic prose on the islands during
their stay when they were not in bed together. This habit became ingrained
for he took it on every holiday they took over the following years, for him
to write of the scenery and inhabitants, local customs and such like.

     Their holidays at first were for a month at a time but when she was
finally made up to become the editor of the magazine, she had to curtail
these lengthy periods away to just two weeks. Adam complained that it
didn't give him long enough to get the flavour of the place down into his
computer and so after a bitter wrangle on one holiday in Thailand, she
returned to England and he stayed on.

     They had spent a week on the island of Phuket and a week in the city
of Bangkok where the argument took place and she went home and he
stayed. Now because he was not earning a salary as it were, he had to stick
to a tight budget. Carol had always paid for the holidays and now he had to
fend for himself and so moved out of the plush hotel they had been staying
at and moved into a rather low place for the next four weeks.

     Mind you, he got enough material to write a soft porn novel that he
entitled "Thai Thighs", using a pseudonym because his normal publisher
refused to print it. Though with his contacts throughout the business, he
found such a publisher of soft porn books and though it didn't make as much
money as his normal efforts, it was a welcome source of income.

     From his seedy hotel, he would go out at nights and cruise the night
clubs and bordellos for material. He found that Bangkok was a voyeurs
paradise where a lot of the brothels had hidden passages where for a small
amount of bahts, the currency of Thailand, he could look through peepholes
and see the live sex being performed in the room he was looking into.

     He watched young girls of about twelve or thirteen years of age having
to perform oral sex as well as being fucked by men old enough to be their
grandfathers. Girls perform cunnilingus on each other and men performing
sodomy as well as having oral sex and not only with girls.

     After a week of visiting various such places, finished up spending the
next three weeks at one, watching what went on until he was persuaded to
try having one pretty young man. So for the price of a few drinks, he was
introduced to one such man and he went to his room in the brothel and
there, for the first time in his life, fucked another man up the backside.

     What alarmed him when he was writing up the experience was the fact
that he had enjoyed the tightness of the man's arse as compared to the
slackness of a woman's vagina. So much so, that he fucked the same young
man once more during the rest of his stay there and also had his cock
sucked and teased in a most erotic way.

     That began his habit to spend extra time on these annual holidays so
that he could visit and see the different sexual antics of the various
countries he and Carol went to, as well as getting to fuck another male in
the process.

     There was one holiday where this didn't happen and that was in
Spain. It was really just a short break rather than a holiday and they had
taken a room in an hotel in the Murcia region, down on the south
coast. They had hired a car from the airport and were touring around when
they found a new urbanisation being built outside of Mazarron.

     They looked in at an estate agent there and found what could be a
perfect holiday home for short breaks, so Adam promptly paid a deposit
after seeing the show house and selected the site off plan and was told
that it would be eighteen months before it would be ready for occupation.

     They lied! For it took three years before they could view the villa he
had half paid for, but still, it was a dream. Three bedrooms, two en suite
shower and toilet, a sun deck up top and the whole plot was just over nine
hundred square metres, being a corner plot. The land opposite was
designated as a green area and so they wouldn't have that confined feeling
such as in London.

     Adam took to it straight away and this caused another argument as he
wanted to spend a lot of his time there to write in the quietness and
solitude of the place. Carol preferred the bustle and hassle of London, but
Adam won out and so the rift set in between them.

     He'd now written four pornographic books and was making money on them
as well as his serious novels. Inside of two years, he'd had a pool put in
at the back of the house and the garden set out and was quite content to
sit out under a sun umbrella and write and take the occasional dip in the
pool as well as visit one of the few bars that the urbanisation boasted.

     He kept himself to himself in regards to his neighbours though he was
on first name terms with them, but didn't really mix with them socially.

     Adam was now spending more time out in Spain than he was in England,
having also bought a car for shopping and sightseeing. It was this year
that was the catalyst. Carol had come out for a week and to try and stave
off any recriminations that he was expecting from Carol, took her to a
travel agent and there they booked a cruise for the following year. She
paid for this on her credit card there and then as by booking early, got a
twenty per cent reduction in the price.

     It didn't help, for they spent the whole week bickering and she
eventually left to go back to England with the parting shot that if he
didn't return to England within the next three months, she would apply for
a divorce on the grounds of desertion. He didn't say yes and he didn't say
no and just let things slide while he carried on writing while she worked
on at the fashion magazine.

     They didn't speak or communicate over the year and Adam was becoming
restless in the writing of his pornographic books for he felt that he
wasn't getting the right input into them. What was lacking, he felt, was
the feedback on the recipient of male sex as to the feelings and urges of
this person who was willing to be fucked by another man. What were his
motives in this act? That he must enjoy it was obvious or he wouldn't be
subjecting himself to having another man stuff his prick up his backside.

     It was an area of his writing that he'd not really researched and it
was when he came across the note from the travel agent that his cruise was
imminent and he wondered if by being alone on a cruise he might be able to
find an answer.

                                                           *

     Paul Denison was a rather pretty boy when he was at the age of eight
and his sister, Fiona, two years younger, looked even prettier. So much so,
that their mother took them, in answer to an advert in a newspaper to an
audition for some advertising opportunities that were being auditioned.

     Impeccably dressed and well behaved, they, with a little prompting
from their mother, answered all the questions asked and gave a good account
of themselves. The outcome being that at that tender age they became known
on television in quite a few adverts. Not just television either, but were
taken up by various different companies to be used to help promote their
merchandise.

     They were icons in their schools and it followed them to the extent
that their mother vetoed all the other children that they associated with,
shielding them from those that she deemed unworthy to be seen in their
presence. This made the children somewhat introverted and began to seek
solace with each other with this denial of mixing with other children of
their own age.

     This nearness, or closeness began to exert itself as they reached
puberty. Having no other boy to turn to for advice, he turned to Fiona for
her to try and explain why he had started to get erections of his penis. He
explained that he'd tried to get rid of it by rubbing it but found that it
only excited him more. So she tried to help him and found that it excited
her too in the handling of his penis and rubbing it for him. This then was
the beginning of their incestuous relationship.

     Paul found that when they were being got ready for some picture shots
of, say, swim wear for young people, the person dressing him would quite
often stroke his bare bum before helping him with his costume, even move
his small cock about to be positioned right for the cameras. He came to
like this attention to his private parts and would quite often get an
erection when he was touched there.

     It happened with one dresser that was more camp than many stars seen
on the television, and during the dressing got an erection and the dresser
suggested a way of helping him out with the problem. Paul was shocked but
in a way delighted when the dresser went down and took his raging erection
into his mouth and sucked on him whilst moving his hand up and down his
short hard shaft.

     It was his first experience of male sex and it was also the time of
his first ejaculation, his seed spurting out into the avid mouth that was
sucking on him. The build up to that first emission was a trifle painful
until the release, which brought him immense relief and he really enjoyed
the experience.

     So much so that he couldn't wait that night when he crept into Fiona's
room and showed her his erection and told her about how he'd been able to
finally come and let loose his semen.

     Such was his enthusiasm, that she agreed to help him get the same
release and took the head of his cock into her mouth, working her hand on
him till he came inside for her to nearly choke on the amount he spewed
forth. She had no choice but to swallow it as he kept ramming himself tight
up to her and it only being her hand that held him prevented him from
choking her.

     From then on, he was in her bed nearly every night for her to help
relieve the pressure that his balls had generated up into his pecker to
make it stiff and hard.

     It was around this time that she found out that when she was wiping
herself after a pee, that she would get funny sensations within her own
body from touching certain parts of herself down below. Now was the time
that she started to have him using his fingers on her and the excitement
was increased tenfold under his hand movements and even got to have an
orgasm which nearly blew her mind.

     `If I can see to you with my mouth, now you can see to me with yours,'
she said, and so he began to learn the art of cunnilingus while she was
becoming quite a expert in fellatio.

                                                            *

     They both revelled in the adoration they got before the cameras and
after, being such beautiful children and their mother kept scrap books of
all their photo shoots and listings of their promotional adverts. She had
no idea that her isolating them from others would send them into each
other's arms at night.

     It was finally compounded when Fiona was thirteen that one producer
tried to get into her knickers and she clocked him one. Knowing now by this
time that she would eventually have to give up her virginity and the only
person she trusted enough was her brother. So one night after she had
played with his erection, she said that he could use it inside her and make
a man of himself and at the same time make her a woman.

     He didn't hesitate and after much kisses to her face, cheeks and lips,
her got between her open legs and deflowered his sister. It wasn't the best
of choices to let him be the first and at the same time letting it be his
first time too for he went at it like a bull in a china shop.

     Ramming himself into her as she cried out for him to slow down, to no
avail as he kept up his ramming rhythm until he shuddered with him coming
inside her. After giving herself a douche, she got back into bed and
clocked him one, telling him to use more finesse, care and attention to
what he was doing in future.

     Thereafter, their sex was more sedate and gratifying to both of them,
Fiona now taking the pill to avoid pregnancy. They would spend most nights
in bed together. Learning more and more at how to please each other which
would stand them in good stead in the years to come.

     They grew as children do into fine specimens of the human form. Fiona
developing breasts which were perfect in both shape and size as befitting
her height though she tended to be a trifle on the thin side which helped
her in her later modelling career. Paul grew too and began to develop
muscles that he tried to increase by the use of weights, though not too
much he was advised and was soon being used in many a male advert as Fiona
was in a female role.

     In terms of their education, it had been discovered that Paul had an
aptitude for drawing and therefore enrolled into an art college for four
years where he was not only a student but also a male model for posing at
the same time. It was here that he had his first homosexual encounter, and
that with one of the art teachers. When we say homosexual encounter, we
mean in its fullest terms for he'd already been given oral sex by a male.

     This was also practised by the teacher to relieve Paul of him getting
an erection while posing, looking at the other young people sketching and
drawing while in the nude. It was only after a couple of sessions of the
teacher going down on him that he was asked if he wanted to fuck him.

     Now only having ever fucked his sister was only too happy to try this
other avenue of sex and so he fucked his teacher and thoroughly enjoyed it
and had no qualms about letting the teacher fuck him in return.

     The first time was a bit painful but he soon learned to relax at the
point of having a thick heavy prick being pushed up into his arse and
taking it in before using his sphincter muscle to excite and aggravate the
intruding member into his backside.

     Paul came to like both the fucking of a female, the fucking of a male
and of being fucked by one of the same sex as himself. He also didn't mind
the oral side either.

     Fiona in the meanwhile had gone off to a deportment school and was
being taught at how to walk and present herself on a catwalk in the fashion
world.

     It was here that she was introduced into the field of lesbianism by
having her breasts gently fondled as they were positioned right into
brassieres and swim suits and it wasn't long before one of the other
females kissed her during one of these dressing sessions. It soon turned
into a kissing match and feverish sucking and tonguing of each other's
sexual parts, bringing forth the nectar that the recipient craved.

     So apart from the heterosexual though incestuous relationship that
they had between them, they were learning of the lesbian and homosexual
side of life at the same time.

     Individually and sometimes together, they went off to various parts of
the world to be photographed in exotic locations for all kinds of products,
being the resort itself or travel agents, sun lotions, after shave, you
name it, they did it and have the T shirt.

     Neither had made any real attachments to anybody else even though they
had started to drift apart as brother and sister, they still met together
when their schedules allowed and would make love together.

     So the years went on with Fiona still getting on well in her career
where Paul's started to flounder when he reached his thirty's, finding less
work in advertising and photo shoots as other young men just as good
looking were beginning to take over. It was only on the largesse of his
sister that kept him in the style he had been accustomed to and it was now
becoming something of a canker to him.

     They still went on holidays together when it was convenient and it was
just by chance that Fiona picked up a brochure on a Spanish cruise that she
fancied and Paul agreed to go with her.

                                                            *

     Gary Wiseman and Frank Delaney had known each other for as long as
they could remember for they both came from the East End of London and had
gone to school together. Now their families were not exactly what you would
call Mafia for they didn't exist in London, but there were certain families
that would come under that kind of name, for that part of London had been
divided up many years before, in fact, the lines had been drawn up during
the Second World War, each controlling their own section, whether it being
drugs, gambling or prostitution.

     They were not gangs as described in the press, but families, similar
to the Mafia though there wasn't any Italian or Sicilian blood
involved. Each had their own territory and they stuck by them.

     There was the odd battle when something became an obstruction between
them, but it would soon be sorted out with maybe just a little blood spilt,
but other than that, they kept to their own turf. The Wiseman family
controlled where it was mostly the clothing sweatshops and market
stalls. The Delaney family's area had most of the prostitution with a few
gambling places and the third family seemed to have the most of the drug
dealers in their patch. Though all had a little of each as well.

     As stated, there was little bloodshed between the three families and
they mixed together quite frequently and without any problems until the
sexual proclivities between Gary and Frank became apparent. Though this was
in the future which we will shortly come to.

     They both had attended the same school in Whitechapel and being who
they were and of what family, they were strictly left alone which left them
being together for all of their school life. As having no other male
friends of their own age, they turned to each other as their sexual urges
came to the fore. Such as masturbation, which after finding out that they
could, began to practice this between them. They were like shit and a
blanket that they stuck to each other during this period of puberty and it
wasn't long before they relieved each by the way of oral sex.

     It didn't take long before they were practising the art of a full
homosexual relationship in the fucking of each other, and what is more,
enjoying this closeness together. They were well into their twenties before
they were discovered as it were, being homosexual lovers.

     Well, this put both families into a spin. Heterosexual liaison would
have been acceptable to bring the two families closer, but this was not
their idea of an acceptable relationship. Both Gary and Frank stated at
their separate inquisitions that whatever the families decided, they would
not be parted for they both loved each other and that, as far as they were
concerned, was the end of the matter.

     It was a dilemma that neither family wanted broadcast to the others of
the East End of London and so they got together to try and resolve this
matter without bloodshed or the losing of face and their strength in what
they controlled.

     A council meeting was called in a large private room of one of the
pubs that they controlled and with the senior members of both sides being
there and the two obvious lovers of both sides were brought before
them. Give them their due, they stood in front of both sides and held hands
as they were questioned as to how far they would go in this love that they
had for each other.

     `Till death,' Gary had answered in defiance.

     `So say I,' said Frank.

     This led to much muttering at the head table that they stood
before. The response had already been anticipated and so it was only with a
few whispered words between the presiding heads of both families that
judgement was pronounced.

     `It is agreed, that though we do not condone this...this liaison
between the two of you, we do not want it broadcast about, causing whatever
problems that might arise in the future. We are therefore in agreement that
you either discontinue this abhorrent relationship here in England, or seek
some such other place to do what you are doing now. We will give you one
week to give us an answer.'

     With that. The meeting closed to much muttering from both sides and
Gary just gave Frank's hand a squeeze and they both smiled at each other as
they left the room. They had already discussed this between themselves
during one of their loving sessions. Here, we should put down that it was
Gary who was the predominate partner in this relationship, Frank being the
"wife" and was only too ready to accept whatever decision that Gary made in
regards to their future.

     They were in bed together that night and Frank was using his hand on
Gary to bring him to a full erection.

     `God, I love this prick of yours,' he avowed as he bent his head in
homage and took him in and sucked. Gary soon pushed him off and got himself
a condom and rolled it down over his throbbing shaft and turned to Frank
who was already on his knees to accept what he knew he was going to get,
and wanted.

     The sheathed cock was soon in place at the entrance and slowly pushed
up his backside and he crooned as Gary's prick filled him to its full
length before he began the process of fucking him.

     `Will...they...go...for...it,' Frank gasped in between the thrusts of
this pulsating organ up inside him.

     `Why...not...' Gary replied
grunting. `It...solves...all...our... problems.'

     Which they did, for Gary, speaking for the both of them, asked that
they provide the money to open a bar, he left out the word gay, in Spain
where they would be out of their hair and that they could live the life
that they had decided on and would then not be an embarrassment to the two
families.

     The two men held hands again as their senior people conferred at the
top table until the designated spokesman asked the all important question
that they had already discussed.

     `How much are we looking at?' the all important question.

     `Two hundred thousand. With that, we either sink or swim, but I don't
anticipate the sinking,' said Gary, holding his head up while squeezing
Frank's hand. Another quick conflab before the spokesman turned and faced
them again.

     `It's agreed by both families putting up half each and that you leave
by the end of next week. But, and I stress the but. You do not return to
this country as a pair or try to return to the family as such, come what
may.'

     `We agree to those terms,' said Gary and had Frank's hand squeeze his
in agreement.

     So Gary and Frank left England and inside of three months after
looking around, bought a bar in Torrevieja and another three months in
turning it into the first gay bar in the area.

     It wasn't surprising that it was a hit for the place was never empty
and went on to buy the property next door to enlarge the premises such was
the income they were deriving from the place. Though first having made sure
of the licences and paying all the necessary taxes in the first place.

     So with getting the bar up and running and seeing that all went well
for the first few years of its running, there came the time when they felt
that they needed a holiday and so, with getting somebody responsible to
manage the place for them, booked a week's cruise for the following summer.

                                                            *

     It was happenstance that all three couples had booked for the same
cruise on the M.V. Pacific of the Pullmantur cruise line. The departure
date being Monday 28th May and that they had also all booked cabins on the
Promenade deck of this small cruise liner. Small because the maximum amount
of passengers was only just over the six hundred mark. It was an all
inclusive price which made it very attractive, meals, drinks, coffee etc,
except for the usual ship's photographs and shore excursions.

     The ports of call were to be Rome, Livorno, with tours to either Pisa
or Florence. Then Villefranche with tours going to either Monaco or Monte
Carlo. Next being Ajaccio in Corsica before its final port, that being
Mahon on the island of Menorca before returning to the port of embarkation,
being Valencia. The whole cruise being one week from the Monday till the
following one, though you had to be off pretty damn quick for them to clean
the ship before the next lot of passengers came to board the ship.

     Paul and Fiona had flown in the day before because any other flight
would have been too late for them to get from Alicante to Valencia in
time. So they stayed in an hotel just outside of the airport and because of
their passports, were booked in as Mr and Mrs Denison and not as brother
and sister, a mistake that was compounded later by the cruise personnel
with them having the same surname.

     They were both happy at having this holiday cruise together and
intended to make the most of it but the outcome wasn't what they had
envisaged. With things still hidden in the future, they made love to each
other in the seclusion of their hotel room, both giving and receiving the
juices of each other in the process.

     They were among the first to turn up at the appointed time of
embarkation and received their plastic cards that were technically their
passports and the means of getting off and back onto the ship. These
plastic identity cards were logged into a computer at every disembarkation
point to show the personnel who had left the ship and, when the card was
wiped again, that they had re-boarded.

     Their baggage had been left at the entry terminal and were told that
it would be delivered as and when before the ship's departure. So, armed
with their plastic passes they boarded a bus and were ferried the short
distance to where the ship was tied up to the quay.

     On leaving the bus, all passengers were stopped by a lifebelt that had
the ship's name inscribed on it and the date on a board in the
middle. Here, they were posed for a photograph to be taken for them to buy
later from the shop on board as a memento of the cruise.

     It was only a short fifty yards then to where they finally walked up
the gangplank and were escorted to what would be their home for the
following week. A cabin on the promenade deck and after they had been shown
inside and the door had been closed, they moved into each other's arms and
kissed.

     `Let's make this a holiday to remember,' Fiona said as she fumbled
with the zipper of his trousers. He quickly helped her to get his trousers
off and then helped her get her clothes off till they were both naked and
rolled together on the bed until she finished up underneath him. `Now Paul,
now!' She cried as she opened her legs for him to get in between and push
his erection up inside to that all enveloping warmth for him to fuck and
for her to enjoy at having a hard pliant prick back up inside to give her
joy and an orgasm which was soon to happen as he came too at the same time.

                                                           *