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Coach Clarkson handed his bags to the attendant. "Are you OK, sir?" The baggage handler asked as he took the bags from the man. Coach Clarkson looked up, confused.
"Most people are excited and happy when they are about to board a cruise ship," the attendant said to him. That brought the familiar smirk back to Coach Clarkson's face for a moment as he replied, "Yes, I'm OK." Coach Clarkson paused for a moment, but didn't continue. He wasn't OK, but he decided this man was too busy to be bothered with the long story.
"Hey, there's a smile. You're all set, Mr. Clarkson, enjoy the cruise. Your bags will be brought to your room. Just proceed up the ramp." The attendant said as he pointed towards the entrance.
Coach Clarkson handed the man $10 for his service, thanked him, and proceeded up the ramp to the ship with trepidation.
The Coach and his wife had planned this Pacific Northwest cruise for almost a year. It was the only open week they had been able to secure. With busy work schedules, 4 kids, and Mr. Clarkson also a high school basketball coach, they were lucky to even find the week.
The month leading up to the cruise had been a whirlwind. The Clarkson's oldest son was married. Before they could even catch their breath, they began the 11 hour trip down south to move their second son out of his apartment as he had recently graduated from college. No sooner had they unloaded the van back at home, they loaded it back up with their third son and only daughter's stuff and brought them to their university. Their daughter was just a freshman, and they were glad when she selected the same school that her brother, who was entering his final year, was attending.
Now with all that behind them, the busy couple had just a few days to get ready for the cruise and a much deserved break.
Coach Clarkson didn't give it a thought when his wife excused herself from the packing to take a work call. "That phone is always ringing," he thought, but of course, so was his.
After about 15 minutes, Coach was looking for an excuse to get out of the tedious work and went searching for his wife. He discovered her at the kitchen table with tears in her eyes.
Three hours later, after dozens of phone calls and considering every possible scenario and option, it was decided Coach Clarkson would be going on the cruise alone. Mrs. Clarkson's boss had called with an urgent crisis that required her unique skills. They, of course, were making it worthwhile by reimbursing the entire cost of the cruise, a large bonus, and an additional week of vacation. The Clarksons considered the idea that one of their kids could take her place, but that wouldn't work with their busy lives. This was the only week that would work for Coach Clarkson as all practice started the next week. So, it was either Coach went alone, or the tickets were wasted. They both agreed that Coach needed the break and since Mrs. Clarkson would be traveling to a client site, there was no real reason for Coach to stay home alone.
Now, as he walked up the ramp, none of that sounded like a good idea anymore. However, as Coach began to hear the excitement in the air as he approached the large crowds boarding the ship, Coach gave himself a quick pep talk and decided to make the most of it.
Coach Clarkson made his way to one of the many bars as the room wouldn't be ready and bags delivered for an hour or so. A couple of ice cold beers was the perfect medicine for the final feelings of emptiness for his wife not joining him. He made one final call from his cell to her before they were too far out in the ocean and he would have no signal. He assured her he would try to have a good time, wished her good luck on her trip and after exchanging I Love Yous, Coach Clarkson turned off his phone. He smiled with satisfaction, realizing that he wouldn't turn it on again until they arrived back in port in 6 days.
Coach grabbed another beer and made his way through the crowded halls to his room. That's when he saw Travis. Travis was just finishing up Coach's room.
Travis heard someone at the door, and turned to welcome the Clarksons.
"Mr. Clarkson?" Travis asked as Coach came into view. Travis felt his heart skip a beat as Coach came into full view. Travis was 24 and although he hadn't any sexual experience with another man, he knew he was attracted to men and more specifically older men.
"Oh my God, this guy is so fucking hot," Travis thought to himself.
Travis barely heard Coach answer as he was lost in his admiration of this stunning guest.
"Yes, but you can call me Jason or even Coach, that's what most people call me." Coach Clarkson said as his eyes darted around the cramped quarters he would be spending the next week.
Travis snapped out of his haze. "OK, sir," Travis said as he smiled at Coach, giving the impression that he would address Coach with one of the names suggested, even though he knew he would always address him as `sir', the proper way to address a male guest.
Travis began his normal routine when settling a guest into their room.
"I have set your suitcase there, but Mrs. Clarkson's must not have come up yet. I'll call to check on it." Travis explained as he grabbed the phone.
"No," Coach quickly answered, "Mrs. Clarkson couldn't make it, I'm here alone."
Travis set the phone down quietly. He looked at the bed and then up at the handsome man and smiled. He couldn't believe what thoughts had just jumped into his head—-being naked in this bed with Mr. Clarkson all week.
Coach Clarkson looked back at the smiling Travis and suddenly noticed how beautiful he was. He figured he was about the age of his own boys, but had a slightly younger look.
Coach was a happily married man but he never denied to himself that he also enjoyed an attraction to a physically fit, handsome young man. Besides a few brief, awkward encounters in college, Coach never explored his secret desires in person with another man. Rather, he used some hot masturbation sessions, occasionally on camera in a chat room, as an outlet for these feelings.
"Young Travis might be the star of a good jack session tonight," Coach thought as he felt a bit of a stir in his balls.
An unsettling amount of silence came over the room as both men were lost in lustful thoughts.
Travis's professionalism helped him break out of his fantasy. He had served 1000s of guests in the 2 years he had been working on the cruise ship, and had encountered many handsome men, so he had learned to keep any attractions under control. He noticed, however, that being alone with this guest was a bit more difficult.
Travis decided it was best to remove himself from the situation.
"I usually use this technique when the guests have the hots for me not the other way around," Travis giggled to himself. Being a young, good looking man working on a cruise ship, Travis had been hit on plenty by women, men, and even couples.
Travis quickly pointed out the various features of the room and rattled off details about dining and other benefits available.
Coach Clarkson politely nodded even though he wasn't listening.
Travis needed out of the room immediately as he couldn't concentrate and was having difficulty fighting the desire to look at Mr. Clarkson's crotch.
Travis grabbed a business card out of his shirt pocket and extended it out to Mr. Clarkson.
The movement startled Coach and snapped him back to reality. He looked at Travis quizzically.
"It has the basic information on it, but most importantly, it has my extension on it. Call that from any phone and it gets transferred right to me. It is my job to take care of your every need, so please don't hesitate to call if you need anything at all, and I mean anything." Travis explained, knowing he was laying it on thick. So much so, that he couldn't hold back a big smile.
"Well, in that case..." Coach quickly answered, returning the smile. Coach grabbed the card from Travis and their hands brushed sending equal bursts of electricity through both of them.
After another moment of silent staring, Travis headed for the door. In the hallway, Travis leaned against the wall as his knees were shaking a bit. He had never felt so moved by a guest on the ship, maybe not by any man any time.
Travis quickly regained his composure, realizing that even if it was possible, guests were certainly off-limits.
"Well, he'll at least make for some great j/o sessions this week," Travis thought as he made his way to the nearest washroom to throw some ater on his face before heading to the next guest room.
As soon as the door clicked closed, Coach began to strip. He wasn't quite sure what, if anything, has just happened between the two of them, but it sure was intense. Strong desires were coursing through Coach's veins and he needed to release them instantly.
Knowing he was living by himself this week, Coach enjoyed tossing the clothes off dramatically letting them land throughout the room.
Fully naked now, Coach caught a glimpse of his 6 foot, 175 pound, muscular frame in the mirror are on the wall. He ran one hand through his chest hair while the other one tugged at his 7 inch cut cock that was already almost fully erect. Coach knew he still looked pretty good at age 51, often being mistaken for early forties. Whenever he'd tell a story about one of the older kids, the person couldn't believe he was old enough to have kids that old.
"That kid seemed to enjoy what he was looking at," Coach said as he turned to grab his mp3 player. With that thought of Travis, he was ready to get down to business. Coach put in his earbuds, cranked up the volume on his favorite jacking playlist and plopped his naked ass on the bed. After sitting there a moment, imagining what that sweet boy looked like under his uniform, Coach leaned back onto the bed, almost feeling the kid's body on his forcing him down. Coach left his feet firmly on the ground, but spread his legs wide. As he began to move his right hand up and down his shaft, his balls bounced off the edge of the bed, enhancing the wonderful feeling.
Travis flew out of the bathroom quickly as he realized he had left his clipboard in Mr. Clarkson's room.
Travis cursed himself for letting his horny dick cloud his mind and make him forget his important documents about all of his guests. As he headed back to the man's room, he had cleared his mind of sex, as he was a bit panicked to have left private information for someone to see, plus he needed the info to check the other rooms in.
Travis knocked firmly on Mr. Clarkson's door and waited impatiently for a response. Coach couldn't hear the knocking with his music playing. Also, Coach was deep in an intense stroke session, at this point, imagining a naked Travis between his spread legs, giving him a masterful blow job.
After a few more knocks, Travis grabbed his master key. He couldn't believe Mr. Clarkson had left the room, but he couldn't wait any longer, he needed that clipboard. Travis guessed that maybe Mr. Clarkson was in the bathroom, possibly the shower. Even in his panicked state, the thought of the hot man, naked in the shower, his hairy chest fully lathered up with hot water now rinsing him flashed in his mind.
"I wish I had time for a peek," Travis devilishly thought as he swiped his master key. Travis gently and softly opened the door, hoping to get in and out without the guest even knowing. Looking down, he spotted Mr. Clarkson's black Calvin Klein boxer briefs with the button fly. Travis would recognize those anywhere as he was wearing a grey pair of them right now.
As Travis stepped in, still focusing on the man's underwear, he noticed some activity on the bed. He turned and saw the truly breathtaking image. The man he had literally weak-kneed over just a few minutes ago, was completely naked on the bed. His muscled chest was covered in hair just as Travis had just imagined.
His dick, being fairly well punished by his hand, was much more than Travis could imagine. Travis had never seen a fully erect penis in real life and this one was beautiful, long and thick, surrounded by plenty of hair with a fully engorged head. Travis noticed Mr. Clarkson's ball sac looked rather tight which seemed odd until he realized it might mean that the man was about to eruopt.
Travis was frozen.
He was enthralled at the beauty of what he was watching and petrified at the trouble he was in. The guest was certainly going to report him for barging in on him. Travis quickly realized, however, that the man was not stopping. Mr. Clarkson was not aware that Travis was even there. Travis's horniness took over for the slightest instant as it forced him to take a step closer for a better view. Fortunately, Travis's fear of losing his job won over, and his next step was toward the shelf where he left the clipboard.
Travis grabbed the clipboard and headed out but snapped his head back when Mr. Clarkson's voice startled him.
"Aaaaahhh, fuck yes, kid, swallow it all," Coach screamed out as the first shot of hot cum erupted from his cock head.
Travis's jaw dropped in awe as he watched the white, creamy fluid fly out of the cock slit. Travis's eyes keenly followed the bullet of cum as it arced high in the air and splashed off the chin of Mr. Clarkson.
Travis quickly spotted shots two and three fall onto the stud's hairy chest.
Travis pulled his eyes away finally as the shots and Mr. Clarkson's grunts of satisfaction diminished. Travis softly closed the door behind him as he darted to his next guest's room with his trusty clipboard in hand.
Coach sensed some movement in the room and popped open his eyes only to see nothing but the walls and door of the tiny room. Coach let out a huge sigh. His orgasm was intense and the release was wonderful. He surveyed the damage his load caused and scooped a bit onto a finger and fed it to himself. As he savored the taste of his seed, he thought about getting up and cleaning off, but instead closed his eyes once again, thinking about the gorgeous, young Steward that he just fantasized about.
Travis was thankful to find the next room on his list empty. Mr. and Mrs. Wilkinson and their two kids hadn't made their way to the room yet. Travis scurried into the bathroom and made doubly sure to secure the lock. Travis stood over the sink and looked into the mirror. His image reflected back at him but all he could see was Mr. Clarkson's cock erupting.
Travis unbuttoned his shirt and then undid his belt, unclipped his pants and unzipped. His pants fell to his knees. Travis now could see the reflection in the mirror and he was focused on his grey Calvin Klein boxer briefs with the button fly. Specifically, he was zoned in on his throbbing dick trapped in them and the wet spot his pre-cum had created.
Travis pressed his middle finger on the spot and brought it to his lips. As he tasted the sweetness on his lips, he tugged the Calvin's down to mid-thigh, freeing his healthy 6.5 inch dick. Travis stroked it rapidly. This room would soon be occupied and he would have duties to perform. If he didn't unleash a monster load now, he wouldn't be able to concentrate the rest of the night. He couldn't believe he was doing this in the guest's bathroom, but he was desperate.
Travis looked in the mirror and looked at his exposed smooth chest with a few soft hairs beginning to show in the middle. His eyes moved lower to his flat stomach and the slight trail that landed into his full, dark bush. He wondered what Mr. Clarkson would think of his body.
"Do you like what you see, Mr. Clarkson?" Travis asked softly to the mirror. Again, his image disappeared and the naked man on the bed was in full color. Travis soaked in the image and rubbed his cock up and down faster.
"Oh yes, sir, your hands feel so good on me." Travis continued, between moans, "please, sir, let me suck that cock."
Travis began rolling his tongue in his mouth pretending he was sucking the handsome man's big, hard cock. He was beating his own cock feverishly now.
Travis cupped his balls as they began to boil. He heard the words the man yelled out as he came, "Yeah, kid, swallow it all." Travis at that instant was convinced the man was talking to him, and was certain could taste cum in his mouth.
Everything felt so real that it put him over the edge. Travis watched the mirror as cum began gushing out of the swollen head. Travis cried out as his load poured all over the faucet and sink.
Travis stood there admiring the output while he softly stroked the rest out. The rest of his body continued to spasm as he began to run the faucet and begin the cleanup. Thankfully, Travis finished the cleanup and was buckling his belt when he heard the door to the main room open.
Travis took a quick glance in the mirror, gave himself a wink, and headed out to greet his guests.
Sorry for the long, slow start. It heats up in the next chapters. Feel free to let me know what you think. –JC jclarkson36@gmail.com