CLOTHING OPTIONAL CRUISE V
His belly muscles were twitching and I began to just tickle the tip of his enormously swollen dickhead with the tip of my tongue.
"Oh God, this is torture! Let me cum, I gotta cum! Oh....o, oooOOO..YEAH I'M GONNA CUM!" he yelled. His first squirt splashed my tongue and I pulled back to watch his cock bounce and gush his cream. He didn't squirt per se, the jizz just poured out, and it poured plenty. "Woof! That was awesome! Let me catch my breath and I'll pay you back."
I wanted to try his butt plug so he rolled a rubber on it and slowly worked it into my pooper. It was a little uncomfortable at first but in a minute the discomfort was replaced by very distinct pleasure. His mouth and tongue were busy but the way he was playing with my balls was a treat. He lifted his head to ask, "So are you a shooter or a gusher?" I told him the former and he made me promise I'd announce my cumming. With experience I was getting better at delaying my climax. At least I was able to last about five minutes before the tightness in my pelvis began to build. Maybe a minute later my boner began to get increasingly sensitive and I became aware of my ragged breathing.
Again he lifted off his head, continued fondling my 'nads and replaced his mouth with his thumb on one side of my shaft and his forefinger on the other side. Then he began to slowly stroke my impossibly engorged organ. By staying away from my cockhead he was able to limit the stimulus and I was treated to a long, slow, delicious preejaculatory trip. The tension in my groin built to be almost painful before POW! The first spurt rose a good two and a half feet straight up in the air and was so intense it felt more like a stringbean zzzziiiippping up my cock than jizz. The next half dozen jets were almost as intense and my belly was awash with dripping splooge. The relief was like a dam breaking to release a flood.
I took a long shower and was exhausted so a long nap felt great. The rest of the day was spent prowling Martinique and some welcome exercise swimming off the beach. At dinner I was joined by an unusual fellow. He was a brute. Looked like an NFL lineman: maybe close to 300 hundred pounds, rugged not very handsome features and a dick totally out of proportion to the rest of his physique. It was short and stubby resting on top of a very large pair of balls. Not a football player, he was a preacher in a strict ecumenical church, quiet and shy, again quite out of proportion to his appearance. But bright and interesting to talk to. After dessert he finally, haltingly, asked if I enjoyed oral sex. I replied in the affirmative of course and he asked if I would suck his penis. Again, no surprise, I replied in the affirmative. With that his tool began to harden. And the little guy turned into a thick perfectly proportioned five incher.
Of course my dick boned up too and off to his stateroom we went. His bed wasn't any bigger than mine and we had to be in a 69 position to both get on the thing. He was already secreting precum and guess what? It was luscious. He was obviously a rookie cocksucker and his technique was halting and clumsy. I didn't get much past the early phase of licking from his nutsack to the tip of his cock. Maybe I sucked his tool for twenty seconds when he yelled, "Oh shit! Shit shit SHIT!" And my mouth became flooded with his cum. I pulled away and watched his boner twitch and spurt. He didn't squirt more than six inches in the air but his stream was clothesline thick and voluminous. I know ball size has virtually no relationship to ejaculation volume but those big 'nads of his produced many many tens of million spermies.
He was pretty excited about his experience and wanted to tell me how it felt. He did and my guess that he had not had more than minimal experience strengthened. Then he want back to sucking me. He wasn't very good at it and I'd unloaded that morning so I never got close to cumming. He felt bad about that but I lied a little bit and told him he did a fine job but that It had been only two hours since my last orgasm and he did well to even get me hard.
Tomorrow was our last day and I had been considering the ultimate experience. I decided I would like to be fucked while being sucked while I sucked my sucker. I found Richard who was eager to have a 69 suck and I looked forward to having his whole dickie in my mouth and besides I sort of felt sorry for him. I chose my fucker whose boner I had admired earlier. It was a long one that was curved with about a 45 degree upward bend. His name was Hal. He was game and offered his stateroom with its double bed for the tryst. I thought morning would be best. First because I was eager and second because I didn't want any of us to get drained before the party.
The vote was unanimous, we all wanted to watch everybody cum. I greased up Hal after I had rolled a rubber on that pretty cock. I lay on my side and Richard had me in his mouth before Hal made his entry. Jeez, Hal's woody felt better than I could have hoped for. He really filled me up and I didn't know it but that upward bend of his dick caused it to rub my prostate with every stroke. He came all the way out so my sphincter popped off his glans, then all the way in balls to the wall. All done slowly so I could savor every moment. What a sensory overload! Loving the feel of a whole cock in my mouth, sucking every drop of precum I could harvest and feeiing the eager sucking my boner was receiving. The only problem was that the surfeit of sensation had me too quickly in my second most favorite state, that of ejaculatory inevitability. I lifted off The little cock in my mouth to warn Richard I was getting close and he stopped sucking. I took Rich's tool back in my mouth, Hal kept fucking me and the result was that I teetered on the edge for a long minute before I said, "OK, any second now. Oh man, I'm so close, so close, so...AAARRRGGGHHHH!" My cock jumped and the first wad flew a good two feet to splash Rich's face. And I kept erupting. Spurt after spurt raced down my dancing boner and I don't think I'd ever delivered such a load before.
I reached back to Hal's greasy cock and got some lube on my finger. That allowed me to slide said digit up Rich's butt to massage his prostate and I used my thumb to fondle his balls. He couldn't have lasted more than a minute before he whined, "Umm, I don't want to but I'm afraid I'm about to pop." I pulled back and used my other hand to tickle his piss slit and his face was screwed up as though in agony. When I felt his prostate swell and harden I got my face out of the way just in time to watch that little boner spurt. His squirts were more gushes than squirts but for a little guy that prostate must have been storing up cum for awhile because it certainly delivered.
By this time my asshole was getting a bit tender so I tightened my sphincter on Hal's boner and that did the job: "Ready or not, here I cum," he said, and he pulled out. He got the rubber off just in time and his pecker began to dance and spurt. Because of the upward bend of his organ his cum arced up and travelled about three feet before splashing all over me.
We were all pretty much exhausted and just lay there silent for a couple of minutes. Then Hal said, "I don't know about you guys but if this cruise goes next year, I'm gonna be on it!"
THE END
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