Cruise Ship
When my vacation rolled around last year, I decided to take a cruise to Mexico. It was something I'd always wanted to do, but somehow had just never gotten around to. My most recent partner, had bailed out of our relationship of two years, when he'd met a cute young thing that seemed to be doing wonders for his tired libido, not to mention his soft dick. I looked through the gay guides, and came up with a cruise I could afford, that seemed to offer what I thought I was looking for. A quiet cruise into the Caribbean ports of Mexico for ten days. I had to fly to Miami to make connections, but the airfare was part of the package deal.
When I arrived on board ship, and was shown my quarters, I was mildly pleased. The room was large, and had two portholes for air, and the small table was set with a beautiful bowl of tropical fruit. I tipped the young steward who had helped me with my luggage, and closed the door. I was half unpacked, when there was a knock on the door.
"Yes?" A bright flash of teeth smiled at me from a darkly tanned face. The guy was wearing a white uniform, with all kinds of gold braid. "Captain, come in please." He chuckled, and stepped into my room.
"Not Captain yet," he said. "Just Master of Stewards. I'm checking to see if there is anything that you would like that might make your cruise more enjoyable." All I could think of at the moment, was maybe him naked in my bed.
"Not a thing," I said, unless of course you can be had." He laughed, and thanked me for the compliment, tipped his hat, and said he'd be seeing me around. If I needed anything to just tell any Steward.
I finished unpacking, and went up to stroll around the ship to get the lay of the decks. Other passengers were still boarding, and I ended up at the gangway checking out the men who appeared to be alone. Most, were over the hill, where I was headed, but there appeared to be some choice meat climbing the plank every so often.
The ship sailed as we were being seated for dinner. The cruise had been booked exclusively for gay people, and the only women aboard, were obviously lesbian couples. I didn't see a single unattached woman. The men however were a different story. There were a few couples, but mostly, the guys were alone. The staff, seated us by using some esoteric method that seemed to produce a balance of sorts. I found myself in a group that included two medical men, a lawyer, a hairstylist, a bodybuilder, who didn't seem to have an occupation. We made small talk while dinner was served.
Afterward, there was dancing, and somewhere I heard there was gambling. I opted to stroll the deck to watch the sunset into the sea. The aft swimming pool, was awash with activity. I soon found myself comparing various bits of anatomy as the pool filled with naked men.
As darkness fell, I asked a passing Steward for a night cap, and decided to turn in early. He said it would be delivered to my cabin shortly. I thanked him, and headed below deck to catch up on some of the reading I'd packed for the cruise. In my cabin, I undressed, took a quick shower, to refresh myself, and put on my robe. I had just settled down, when there was a light tap on my door.
"Who is it," I called, getting out of my chair and walking over to the door.
"Master of Stewards, sir. I have your drink." I opened the door, and the young man I had met earlier was standing there smiling with my Scotch and soda on a small silver tray.
"Come in please." He bowed slightly at the waist, and stepped into the room. I went for my wallet, to get a tip, but when he saw me, he shook his head.
"One never tips the Master of Stewards. You may tip one of my men, but not me."
"Very well. I hope I haven't offended you. This is my first time on board a ship. The protocol is unfamiliar to me."
"No sir. I get this all the time."
Tell me, why is the Master serving me my Scotch? I gave my order to a young man I met on deck." I lifted my drink and sipped lightly.
"Yes. His name is Emilio, one of my best boys. The truth is sir, I am serving you your drink, because I wanted the opportunity to get to know you a little better." He smiled, and my eyebrows raised a little.
"And why is that?"
"Well sir...I guess there is only one way to put it so that it makes sense."
"Yes?"
"When our cruise line began offering these cruises limited to gay passengers a few years ago, I was not enthusiastic about them. But over the years, they have become my favorite cruises to work. I make sure I am scheduled to work every one of them."
"Why is that?" I had all sorts of fantasies flashing through my mind.
"I discovered myself on the very first gay only cruise three years ago. Now, every time we have a cruise, I watch the boarding passengers, and pick one man out of all of them to get to know better."
"I see, and I have that honor this cruise?"
"Yes. I find you very attractive if you'll pardon my boldness."
"I don't mind at all. I'm rather pleased to be selected. But I do have a question."
"Yes?"
"Just what do you mean by getting to know me better?" He blushed a little, the flushed skin of his neck contrasted nicely with his white and gold collar.
"May I be blunt sir?"
"Blunt is best."
"I want to get to know you sexually. You have a body that excites my imagination."
"As your's does for me. How do you propose we get into this thing?"
"As you can see sir, I am here in your cabin. My hours of scheduled duty have ended for the day, and my time is now my own for a few hours."
I set my drink down on the table, and took a step or two closer to him. I felt a little awkward, having never really done this sort of thing before. He placed the little silver tray on the table, and met me in the middle of the room. He put a hand on each of my shoulders, and held me at arm's length. He searched my features, examining my face in detail. A smile crept onto his features, and he lowered himself to his knees in front of me, letting his hands slide down my arms until he gripped my waist in a bear hug. He laid his head on my stomach, and squeezed me tight.
"May I see you naked sir?" He looked up at me from his lower position, his large blue eyes pleading with me. I untied my robe, and shrugged it off my shoulders. Being silk, it slithered around me to the floor. My body was totally naked, I wasn't even wearing house slippers. My cock was half hard from my inflamed imagination.
"You're magnificent sir. Your cock, your balls, so suckable. May I suck them sir?" I took a deep breath, and nodded into his pleading eyes. He used his fingers to gently stroke my rising shaft, and the tender light touch, sent an electric thrill through my frame. I shuddered involuntarily, and my cock stiffened to full tumescence. He gripped me with a firm fist, and lifted it out of his way. His tongue flicked out, and washed my ball sack with a warm and loving slather of spit. I drew my breath in abruptly, and felt the muscles in my thighs tighten. I always love my balls sucked.
He relaxed his grip on my shaft, and let his tongue travel the length of my pulsing nine inches. When he reached my hooded head, he skinned it back, exposing the large rosy glans. A drop of transparent precum glistened in the slit, and his soft marvelous tongue, sent other shivers through me, cleaning the tiny orifice. He squeezed again, and stroked, and was rewarded with an ooze that met with his approval. He moaned and lapped it up.
His large eyes were raised, watching my reactions to his ministrations, and he let his tongue glide under the "V" of my glans, and then slipped his mouth over my cockhead, and swallowed me to the root. I lifted myself up onto my toes, and let out a gasp of appreciation. I hadn't had my cock worshiped in this manner since I was serviced by an uncle when I was a boy of sixteen.
The Master of Stewards, sucked my cock for some minutes, being careful to back off if I showed signs of ejaculation. Finally, he released my cock, and asked me to take a seat in the comfortable chair I'd been sitting in when he knocked. He remained on his knees, and walked on them to my new place in the room. He lifted my legs, and draped them over each of the arms of the overstuffed recliner. He carefully reclined me until my anus was totally accessible to his tongue. What he did next, sent me to heaven.
His talented tongue, lifted my balls in their silken sack, and he sucked them one at a time, stimulating them by vibrating the tip of his tongue against their tender orbs. He gently sucked the two of them onto his lovely mouth, and the loving attention they got as captives made me want to keep them there forever. His next attentive maneuver, was to let them slip one at a time, plop, plop, out into the cool air. The draft sent a shiver through me, which he intensified by blowing a cold stream of air with his pursed lips.
He shifted his attention lower, by blowing this same cold stream of air into my most private place. I could feel myself contracting, and winking at his cold breath. He suddenly, stopped the air stream, and replaced it with his hot buttery tongue lapping broadly over my Love tunnel. He left it there briefly, and then began a lazy sucking, like a horse drinking water. Every touch of his tongue was bringing me a step closer to explosion.
His tactics changed abruptly, to hard rigid penetration. He made his tongue a torpedo, and stabbed it into my opening, lulled to openness and acceptance. He used his tongue as a tiny penis to fuck me senseless. I rolled and shook, massaging his head with my gripping fists. My cock was bouncing on my stomach wildly smearing precum across my heated skin. I had never been this stimulated in my life. He spread me wider with his powerful hands, wedging a thumb on either side of my hole, and my winking butt opened to him completely.
He wasted not a nanosecond plunging his thrilling tongue to my core. I went rigid with passion, and my cock throbbed twice, and began spitting my essence into the air, without a single hand touching it. My cum splashed across my chest, my chin, and onto the chair and carpet. The spurting flood gradually peaked, and subsided to an ooze that filled the dimple of my bellybutton.
He rose finally, recognizing my ennui, and began to lap the spunk from my body. When he'd finished cleaning even the carpet of my emissions, he laid his head on my naked belly, and thanked me for allowing him to worship at my shrine. I told him he was talking nonsense, but he insisted he meant it in truth. He wished that I would allow him to devote himself to worshiping me in every way possible for the duration of the cruise. My agreement would make this his most treasured service. When I agreed, he blessed me, and asked my permission to offer his body for my own pleasures. My mind raced with what pleasures I would like to inflict on him, and I sipped my watery drink, while I contemplated.
The joys of that cruise will never be again, but I relive them each and every night. I've managed to plan another, but it won't happen until the Christmas break. I've made sure the Master of Stewards will be aboard. I've a whole new outlook on what vacations are for now.