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Author's Note: I am sorry if you read a version of Ch.2 with incorrect character names. I sent the wrong version initially.
Travis was glad the day was flying by. All of his guests were settled in to their rooms, and he was able to provide details about dinner and the evening activities. Well, except for one guest—Mr. Clarkson. Travis stood outside the room for quite a bit of time, thinking about skipping it completely. He decided to knock, half hoping that Mr. Clarkson wasn't there. The other part of him, and Travis knew this part of him was his dick, was excited to see him.
Throughout the afternoon, the images of the man naked and masturbating kept creeping back. And, now, his dick had convinced himself "the kid" Mr. Clarkson had ordered to swallow it all was him. Being inexperienced, this made Travis excited but extremely nervous.
So, Travis compromised and gave a half-hearted knock on the door.
Coach was walking out of the bathroom with the towel in his hand, still drying himself when Travis knocked. He was enjoying the freedom of being alone and not bothering to be covered up. He glanced at the suitcase which was still zipped up and decided to just wrap the towel around himself.
Coach grabbed the door and opened it a bit to see who it was. As he was doing it, he realized he was hoping it was the kid. Coach's heart skipped when he saw that it was indeed the kid.
"Well, hey there!" Coach said, probably more excitedly than he should have.
Travis spotted what Mr. Clarkson was wearing and hesitated, "I'm sorry, sir, should I come back later?"
Coach wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to talk with the kid, so he opened the door further, but stepped behind as he did, to hide himself from anyone walking by.
"No," Coach insisted, "come right in."
Travis stepped in and Coach quickly closed the door.
Travis was afraid he'd get caught staring at the man's chest (or worse), so he looked down. Unfortunately, that was where Mr. Clarkson's boxer briefs were still located.
Coach followed Travis's line of sight, until he came upon his worn underwear.
"Oops," Coach embarrassingly asked, "how did those get there?"
Coach, of course, knew how they got there, but he didn't know that Travis knew as well.
"Hey, don't worry, sir, you're on vacation," said a now smiling Travis. Seeing Mr. Clarkson nervously scoop up the underwear and scrunch them into his hand put Travis at ease.
Coach was now second guessing the idea of inviting the kid in while only wearing the towel.
"And I'm sorry about my little outfit here, I just got out of shower and haven't even begun to unpack," Coach tried to explain so it didn't appear like it might.
"I thought it was your new cruise wear, " Travis giggled, "you wear well."
Travis immediately jumped back into professional mode as it was way too early into the cruise to be so casual with a guest, even a gorgeous one in a towel.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, and I won't keep you but for a second. I wanted to give you details about dinner and this evening's activities." Travis said, trying to focus only on the man's piercing blue eyes.
"Oh, no bother at all, but first I have to apologize because I don't recall your name," Coach said as his eyes darted up and down the kid. He was having trouble maintaining eye contact with the handsome young man.
Travis knew that he hadn't formally introduced himself earlier, but didn't bother to admit it. "My name is Travis, but I'll answer to just about anything. It's also on the card I gave you earlier."
"Oh yeah, the card." Coach said as he turned to look at where he might have put it. As soon as he did, he regretted it, remembering that he began stripping as soon as the kid left so it could be anywhere.
Travis had deduced the same and immediately grabbed another and kind of waved it in front of himself to catch Coach's attention.
Coach turned back and grabbed it.
"Thanks, I'll keep this one in a safe place," Coach said pretending to study it intently.
Travis quickly went into his spiel. With Mr. Clarkson engrossed in his card, Travis's eyes began to roam up and down the man's body. Luckily, Travis had the little speech embedded in his brain, because he was soon lost in his lustful thoughts.
Travis pictured himself dropping to his knees, yanking the towel from Mr. Clarkson's waist and taking the soft, long cock into his mouth. Amazed at how wonderful it felt, Travis would close his lips around it, and feel it start to grow.
"It's ok, Travis," Coach interrupted the nightly activities info but more sadly for Travis, his sexual daydream. "I'm headed to the casino, just gonna have a beers for dinner, so I haven't been listening. But, thanks for the info."
"OK, sir," Travis said as he flashed his pearly whites at Mr. Clarkson and gave him one more once over. "Have a good night and remember you have my card, call if you need anything."
Coach nodded and slipped the card between the towel and his skin. "I'll keep it nice and close."
Travis's eyes went big and Coach noticed and wondered if he had gone too far. But, for some reason, he didn't care. Coach left his hand tucked into his towel and stared at Travis.
Travis didn't want to leave, but couldn't think of anything to say.
Coach didn't want Travis to leave, but couldn't think of anything to say.
The two nervous stood there in silence once again. Both began to get hard and subtly began to rub themselves, and it was evident the other noticed.
Their minds were racing.
Coach finally got up the nerve to say something and begin to ask, "So, what do you have..."
Just then, Travis's phone beeped. It was another guest, he needed to answer it.
"I'm sorry, were you going to ask something, sir?" Travis asked as the phone beeped again.
Coach knew he missed the opportunity, and part of him was relieved as he wasn't he was ready to go through with this. "No, it's OK, go take care of business," he told Travis.
Travis disappointedly nodded and headed out of the room, grabbing his phone, trying to answer as polite as possible given what potentially was interrupted.
Coach instantly regretted not saying something and poked his head out to call Travis back. But Travis was already down the long hall.
Coach went back in his room to get dressed for the evening, vowing not to let another opportunity slip away.
Travis remained busy through the evening, but as his long day as ending and things began to slow down, Mr. Clarkson flashed in his head once again. Travis recalled the man saying he was headed to the casino for the night.
Travis made his way through the service ways to the casino. He stood at the service entrance and quickly spotted Mr. Clarkson.
Coach was sitting at a blackjack table with a full table and a small crowd (and then sometimes standing to celebrate table victories). He was having a great time. He had met up with this group from Scotland that were in the States for a semester at the University of Washington. They came over a few weeks early for holiday before classes began.
The young group of 7 men and 3 women were either 21 or 22 and all took a liking to Coach. The feeling was mutual. Coach always got along with and was comfortable with younger people, especially college age.
Coach's wife didn't understand it and was sometimes troubled by it.
"You should be hanging out with people your own age, Jason." She used to say to him.
But, when their oldest son was away at college and his friends that stayed home still came over to watch sports with `Coach', she gave up fighting it.
Coach was in his glory teaching the kids the ins and outs of blackjack and also the proper way of celebrating. The dealers didn't mind as the crowd created excitement in the casino and Coach was more than generous with the tips.
Travis looked on in amazement at Mr. Clarkson. Travis saw how his smile lit up the room and how the crowd hung on his every word. Travis felt a twinge of jealousy, really wanting to be out there alongside him.
When the dealer announced that it was time to change out the cards, Coach decided it was time for a bathroom break.
Shaun, one of his new mates from Scotland, had been sitting next to Coach all night.
"Hey, you're not leaving me are you, Coach?" Shaun asked disappointedly.
Shaun had taken a real liking to Coach. Shaun was gay but that was a secret to this group. He had a circle of friends back in Scotland that knew. He had been having sex with men occasionally for a couple years now. If he had met Coach in a club or pub back in Edinburgh, he might have made his feelings known. But, here, he'd just have to see what happens.
Initially, he had figured there was no hope. First, and most important, Coach did not appear to be gay or bi. Even if he was, he was probably with his wife or someone, so he wouldn't have his own room. Shaun was sharing room with two others, so that wasn't an option.
After an hour or so of conversation and hearing Coach's situation, Shaun had a glimmer of hope. Now, Shaun had to gauge if there was interest.
"Oh Coach, please take me home with you tonight." Shaun thought to himself as he looked up Coach.
"No, Shaunny, I'm just going to the bathroom. It's going to take awhile for them to switch out the cards. " Coach said as he started to walk away.
Coach stopped and leaned over Shaun talking into his ear.
Travis looked on intently now, as he had been noticing how the guy had been looking at Coach.
Coach had remembered that they had put in a large drink order. Coach had insisted everyone get one. He was buying after a few good wins.
Coach explained to Shaun, "If the drinks come by, make sure you pay for them out of my stack and give her a $25 tip. Take all the credit with your mates, you might even impress the little cocktail girl."
Travis felt another twinge as he saw Coach straighten up, the guy look up at him and then they shared a big smile.
Travis saw that Coach was headed to the bathroom. He decided he wasn't going to lose out to this guy. Travis admitted that the guy was pretty hot, but he wasn't willing to give up.
Blatantly disregarding many rules and regulations, Travis headed to the bathroom.
Coach surveyed the three urinals, and chose the leftmost. He unzipped and unbuttoned his shorts, pulled down his CK boxer briefs, a navy color tonight, grabbed hold of his soft penis and began to pee.
He leaned his head forward, enjoying the relief on his bladder, but also enjoying the evening.
Coach didn't turn when the outside door opened nor when the inside door swung in, although the noise was quite evident.
Travis saw Coach at the first urinal, did a quick survey to see the stalls were empty, looked in the mirror to give himself a quick look of encouragement.
Travis moved into the urinal beside Mr. Clarkson and did the usual routine of getting his dick out to pee. But he didn't have to pee and his dick not as soft as normal when it was time to pee. Travis rubbed it softly, letting it grow in his hand.
"Well, hello, sir, fancy meeting you in here," said Travis, unsure where this confidence as coming from.
Coach pulled his head back, recognizing the voice. He turned and was pleasantly surprised to see the Steward standing next to him.
"Hey, hi umm, T" Coach began.
"Travis." Travis said, working his best smile.
Coach grinned as he began to shake out the last drops of pee from his dick. "Yes, I know, Travis. I've had a few beers, so it just took me a sec."
"I know you wouldn't forget me, sir," Travis said flirtatiously, or at least what thought was flirty. This was all new to him.
Coach laughed, while looking down to begin redressing. Coach stopped, however, when he felt Travis's eyes on him, or more specifically, his exposed penis. Coach left it exposed and began to rub it, hoping the alcohol wouldn't prevent it from growing.
"Mmmm, yeah," Travis instinctively but softly.
Coach looked over at Travis, not at his face but lower to see what Travis had working down there.
"Oh fuck yes kid, that's nice," Coach whispered at the site of Travis's fully erect 6.5 inch cock.
Coach's cock was now fully erect and although Travis had seen it earlier, he was stunned at how perfect it looked.
Nothing could have stopped Travis as he grabbed at the beautiful, throbbing cock.
"AAaaah," Coach exclaimed as the young man's touch sent shock waves through his body.
Coach grabbed at Travis's thick cock and Travis responded similarly.
The two, nervous, inexperienced men standing in a public bathroom suddenly were lost in themselves without a care in the world and stroked each other like champions. Neither dared look at the other, rather they stayed focused on the throbbing meat in their hand.
Even if they were alone in a locked room with plenty of time, Travis wouldn't have been able to hold out. So, given the situation, his orgasm came fast and furious.
"Mmmm, aaah, oh yes sirrrr, I'm cummming," Travis yelled as softly as he could, experiencing his first sexual experience with a man.
His body was trembling as the aftershocks continued to hit, primarily due the sexy man expertly enticing more out with his rhythmic strokes. Travis had let go of Mr. Clarkson's cock as he was fully immersed in his own pleasure.
When things finally settled down, Travis looked at Mr. Clarkson and said, "Thank you sir, now I think it's your turn."
Before Travis could grab Mr. Clarkson's cock, both men heard the outer door open.
Complete panic hit Travis. The reality of all the broken rules on top of what they were doing, was too much.
"I gotta go," Travis said as he tucked in his wet cock, rezipped, and buckled lightning quick and bolted towards the door.
Travis pulled the door open, just as Shaun was pushing it. The two handsome, young men grazed each other.
"Excuse me, sir," Tyler said, morphing back into his professional role as Steward, even though his heart was pounding and some of his cum was rolling down his leg.
"Oh, no worries, mate," Shaun said to the ship worker as headed into the washroom.
That's the end of Chapter 3. Day 1 of the cruise is coming to a close. I'm not sure if that officially counts as Coach and Travis getting together, but it's a start. But, what is Shaun going to discover in the washroom? Feel free to email me with comments. –JC jclarkson36@gmail.com
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