Date: Wed, 19 Aug 2015 01:16:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: everatit@yahoo.com.au
Subject: Cruising for Pleasure 1

"Pleasant Surprises"
True Stories by John Howard

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Chapter 2 - "Another Pleasant Surprise"

It had been 12 years since I was first introduced to the joys of m2m sex
when I was seduced by a gorgeous she-male.  Great though it was I resisted
the idea of being bi or gay and so I remarried. Twelve years of marriage
during which I suppressed my desire for more sexual contact with a man and
stayed faithfully heterosexual. Deluding myself that the pleasure I had
enjoyed was a one-off experience, never to be repeated.

Now I was divorced again and decided to treat myself to a holiday aboard a
cruise liner. I had a fairly large, upper deck cabin with its own little
balcony that gave me the private pleasure of sitting naked under the stars
drinking wine when the mood was upon me. I should explain that I am now a
very fit fifty one years old with a defined body attained through daily gym
work; light brown hair without a trace of grey and eyes to match.  I take
pride in the fact that many people think I am in my late thirties.

It was after dinner on the second night afloat that I watched the ship's
entertainers produce an excellent production show with 4 female dancers, 4
boy dancers and male and female vocal leads.  Lavishly costumed and
amusingly choreographed and performed by these ten, very attractive young
entertainers. After the show I went to one of the quieter lounges for a
drink.  I was sitting on a stool at the bar when a noisy group of young
people walked in and claimed a corner of the lounge.  It was eight of the
entertainers I had enjoyed earlier. I would like to have told them how good
they were but realised, after two high energy shows, the last thing they
wanted was a stagestruck passenger muscling in on their relaxing time so I
called a steward over and asked him to take eight glasses and two bottles
of champagne over to them with my compliments. When it arrived, they looked
over and smiled.  I raised my glass then placed it on the bar and mimed
applause to them. They waved me over to join them but I shook my head and
intimated they should enjoy the wine and their time together.  One of the
boy dancers came over.  He was a little under 6 feet tall, long, blonde
hair and possessed the bluest eyes I can remember seeing on a man.

"Hi. My name's Joel and we'd love you to join us."

"That's nice of you but I don't wish to intrude on your private time."

Joel smiled.  " We've got 6 months of private time on this bucket so please
join us.  We'd enjoy your company."

So that's how I was adopted by this lively bunch of beautiful people.
After introductions had been made we had a lot of fun with lots of banter
and leg pulling.

"Hey, Gary, you sure you're not gay?" said Joel.

"Not while there are lovely creatures like Kylie and Amanda alive on this
planet," was my rejoinder.

"Quite right," said Amanda. "Keep your eyes off.  He's staying on our side
of the fence until we're done with him."

I laughed.  "What a happy thought," I said.  Soon after I went to my cabin
and left them to their fun.

Next afternoon I was enjoying my second workout of the day in the ship's
gymnasium, working on one of the bicycling machines with its picture
windows giving 180 degree views of the ocean, when Joel appeared at my
side.  He glanced at the contraption's gradient and level.

"Hey.  That's serious stuff."

I grunted, "You only have one body, Joel.  You have to look after it."

He smiled.  "You're in very good shape.  That's a great body for your age."

"Thank you.  Glad someone's noticed," I joked back.  "You're in pretty good
shape yourself."

Joel grimaced. "Not as good as it should be.  I overdid it doing laps this
morning and pulled a muscle in my back. It's really sore and I'm worried
about doing the lifts in the show tomorrow."

"Why not get a massage. I understand there's a masseuse on board."

"Nah, that's not enough.  They only do relaxing massage not therapeutic."

I slowed the machine to a stop and wiped the sweat off my face and body.

"Well, you may be in luck.  It so happens I have a Diploma in Therapeutic
Massage and would be happy to work on it for you."

Relief swept over his face.  "That would be great. It's really worrying
me."

"Let's see what we can do.  Go down to the hospital and ask the nurse if
she has any arnica she can let you have and I'll nip down to the kiosk and
buy some baby oil.  See you in my cabin in thirty minutes."

"Right," he said and hurried off on his errand.

I purchased the oil and went to my cabin and had a hot then cold shower.  I
was still towelling myself when there came a knock on the door.

"Just come in," I called out.  "Won't be a minute."

I left the bathroom with the towel round my waist to find Joel there in a
tracksuit.

"Got the arnica?"

"Yes, it's right here."

"OK, put it on the bedside table, then off with your top and lie face down
on the bed for me."

He did as I asked and, as he was facedown and turned away from me I dropped
the towel and slipped on a pair of shorts.  Then I poured some oil into my
cupped hand, rubbed my hands together and started to loosen his back
muscles up with a general massage.  His body was terrifically toned, as you
would expect from a professional dancer, and my hands slid smoothly over
his young flesh. I then started exploring his spine with my thumbs until I
found the seat of the trauma.  He grunted with pain as I pressed the tender
area.

"There it is.  OK, I know what the problem is and it won't be too hard to
sort out."

He grunted again.  "Good.  Will I be all right by tomorrow?"

"Absolutely," I assured him as I got to work.  About half an hour later I
had worked out the worst of the trauma and adjusted his spine so the muscle
was no longer in spasm.

"Wow, that feels so much better," he said.

"I haven't finished yet,' I said. "It's important now to give you another
relaxing massage to settle the muscles around that area."

I poured more oil and massaged him.  Then, covering his butt with a towel,
I put my hands under the towel and hooked my fingers into his track pants
and pulled them down and off.  Folding the towel back slightly and just
exposing the top of his butt crack I started to work on his lower back.
Giving his butt a miss, I then massaged his thighs, my hands working up
under the towel.  By now memories came flooding back to me of that first
time I had sex with the she-male twelve years ago and I started to feel
excited.  Joel was gently writhing to my touch and giving little moans of
pleasure.

"Feel good?"  I asked.

"Mmmm," was the only response.

By now I was starting to get an erection and my heart beat a little faster
as my thumbs worked into his inner thighs.  He reached round and flicked
the towel off, exposing his smooth, tight butt.  Taking this as an
invitation, I kneaded his gluteus maximus muscles, letting my fingers work
ever so slightly into the sides of his crack.

"It's not fair," he said. "Me being naked and you wearing those shorts. I
feel disadvantaged."

With dry lips and beating heart I let my shorts drop to the ground then,
getting on the bed, I knelt with my legs each side of his hips and started
massaging his shoulders with my hands and his lower back with my cock.  He
reached round and stroked my cock as I leant over and kissed his neck. Then
he placed my shaft in his crack and lifted his hips to rub his ass against
it. It felt sooooooooooo good.

"Oh, Joel. I didn't mean this to happen."

"I did."  He turned his head to look at me and smiled. "I like older men
and I am so attracted to you.  I know you're not gay but I sensed I could
please you if I got the chance. Could you do one more thing for me?"

"Of course."

He turned over and drew me to him. I felt a shock of excitement as our
cocks met and I gasped.  Joel smiled and, placing his arms round my neck,
kissed me so sweetly as he pressed his hard cock against mine.  His body
felt beautiful against me and I started to grind my cock against his
belly. Then he turned me onto my back and gave my body little kisses,
sucking on one of my nipples as he worked down my body. By now I was
groaning with the erotic pleasure of it all. Then came the thrilling moment
when the tip of his tongue caressed the slit of my cock. The intensity I
was feeling increased as his lips enfolded my engorged helmet and he
stroked my shaft as he sucked on my knob, lashing the head with his tongue.
This was my first experience of being given head by a guy and it was
blowing my mind. I stroked his head and pulled him closer as he started to
slide my throbbing cock deeper into his hot, wet mouth.  It was then, for
the very first time in my life, I had the desperate desire to feel a cock
in my own mouth.

"Please," I begged. "Can I do the same to you?"

Without a word he turned and offered his beautiful 8" of cut cock to my
lips. As he deep throated me I tentatively kissed his knob, loving the way
it twitched against my lips. Then I took his huge head in my lips and
started to suck it, letting my tongue play round the head as he was doing
to mine. It felt good and I was enjoying the sensation when I tasted
something slightly salty yet, in a way, sweet on my tongue.  I realised it
was his pre-cum and I was loving the taste of it.  I sucked harder with my
tongue lapping up every sweet pearl of his love juice.  If pre-cum tasted
this nice, I thought, what must the whole package taste like?  The very
thought of him cumming in my mouth hardened my already stiff cock that was
loving his mouth at that moment.  My tongue slid up and down his shaft and
over his balls as I rubbed that wonderful cock on my face.

I sucked on his balls as I stroked and pressed gently just behind his ball
sac.  He writhed and positioned himself to encourage my finger to play with
his ass.  I was licking his shaft and pumping his mouth when my finger
found his hole.

Joel moaned and pressed against it, inviting me to slide it into his
ass. Never having done this before, I was a little tentative but,
eventually, it slid in quite easily and I started to slide it in and out as
I took his cock back into my mouth.  While I was doing this, he was using
the root of his tongue to press my quivering cock up against the roof of
his mouth.  I never knew I could feel such complete sexual excitement as I
did at that moment.  The pressure was building up in my balls as I felt
ready to explode.

"Oh, God, I going to cum," I whispered.

Joel took his mouth from my cock.  "Good. Cum for me, baby.  Give me all
your juices.  OOOoooooh! I'm cumming too."

His head was pumping hard up and down my cock as he fucked my face and I
sucked greedily on his gorgeous prick.  I cupped his tightening balls in my
hand as they started to jerk and his cock went into spasm in my mouth.
Simultaneously, I felt the almost painful excitement of my own ejaculation
in his mouth and I shot a load of sticky spunk down his throat.  His cock
spurt his delicious cock juices down my throat and I swallowed as much as I
was able with some dribbling down my chin. Then we were spent. Joel turned
himself round and I took him in my arms and we kissed, our tongues coated
in each other's cum.

"Oh, Joel.  That was so good.  You are such a lover you make me want to be
totally gay with you."

He nestled his head into my neck and muzzled me.  "I'd love that. Would you
like to be my lover on this cruise?"

"That would be a real privilege.  Can I suck you again like that?"

He smiled and hugged me closer. "You can do more than that," he
whispered. "I'll teach you the joys of gay love.  I want you, Gary.  I want
you deep inside me."

I sighed and held him close. "I want you too," I sighed. "How do we go
about it?"

Joel looked at me and said, "We have to be very discreet because a ship is
a hot bed of gossip. There's nothing else to do when you work on it.  Just
leave it to me.  I know how to get here and leave here without anyone
knowing.  I'll ring you here or slip a note under your door when I can meet
with you.  Now I must shower as I have a rehearsal to get to."

He went into the shower and I regret that a cabin's shower was too small to
accommodate two people.  When he emerged, we kissed in passing and I had
another shower.  When I came back into the cabin, Joel had gone but there
was a note on my pillow.

"Bye, my lover.  Leave the door unlocked at 9.30. Love Joel."

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