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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.
Shaun scanned the room. He had to pee but he was also checking on Coach. He had left a pretty big stack of chips, so Shaun didn't think he had gone too far. Still, Shaun wanted to make sure Coach was still around.
Coach was still at the urinal trying to zip up. When Travis left, Coach had the wherewithal to reach over and flush Travis's urinal. Coach watched as Travis's milky white cum that he had splattered all over the porcelain washed away. Coach didn't look over at the person who entered, he focused on putting everything away properly.
"Oh hey Coach," Shaun said he walked up to the urinal next to Coach. He was disappointed to see Coach leave. He also wondered why, if Coach was just pissing, why it had taken him so long. Shaun quickly dismissed his thoughts as he watched Coach walk to the sink.
Once Coach figured his bulge was out of view of Shaun, he responded.
"Hey Shaunnie, is he almost ready to start dealing?" Coach asked, surprised that he was so calm.
"Well, he said I had time to go piss, so I guess so." Shaun lied to Coach. He actually wasn't paying attention as he was busy checking the room for Coach.
Coach scrubbed his hands and occasionally looked at Shaun in the mirror.
Shaun was occasionally looking back at Coach.
Coach's cock had settled down but he was tempted to stroll back to the urinal and see if there was any interest from this hot, young Scotsman.
Shaun didn't read the lustful look in Coach's eyes correctly when he looked back and their eyes locked. Rather, he thought Coach was annoyed with looking back, so he came up with something to say. "The drinks came and I did what you told me, and you were right, I got a big smile and thank you from the little hottie."
"Oh nice. You know us Americans fall for the accent as it is, you flash that pretty smile of yours and a big tip, well, it's almost unfair." Coach replied as he went to dry his hands, deciding he had had enough public exposing for one night.
"I wish," Shaun said, giggling and thankful Coach wasn't annoyed with him.
Coach headed back to the table thinking about his first sexual activity with a man in quite a long time. Coach knew it was a long time coming and also knew that it had opened up the flood gates. Coach could feel the rushing water was coming and ready to wreak havoc.
Travis, meanwhile, had made it back to his room. The thrill of the hot session with the stud, Mr. Clarkson and the rush of fear for almost getting caught had passed, and now he needed sleep.
Travis's roommate, Kevin, was already asleep. Travis stripped to his boxer briefs and crawled into bed. Travis felt exhausted but all of a sudden his mind was racing.
That was the first time another man had touched his penis, and it felt amazing. Travis had never imagined that his "first time" would be a hand job in a bathroom, but he realized he was ready for a second time, followed by many more times. He was always pretty sure he was gay, but now he was 100% certain of it, and couldn't wait to try out more stuff, preferably with Mr. Clarkson.
Kevin actually wasn't asleep. His mind was racing, as well. Kevin was an Assistant to a Butler in the Staterooms. Kevin had been working on this ship for 6 months or so, but he was working with a new Butler for this cruise. There was an instant attraction between Kevin, 21, and Emilio, 35.
Emilio was a Cuban immigrant who stood 6 foot 4 inches, weighed 210 pounds, and had long, well groomed black hair. He was mostly made up of muscle, with a big, strong chest and a slim, 34 inch waist. His golden brown skin had very little hair on it.
Kevin was also muscular, as he was a former high school all state wrestler from Oregon. Kevin was only five foot eight inches, but his looks were striking. He also had very smooth skin. Kevin was gay and was recently single as he and his longtime boyfriend decided to end their relationship when Kevin began working on the ship.
Kevin and Emilio were getting along great as they learned to work together. Kevin wanted to flirt to see if there was interest but he maintained his professionalism. As the Assistant, Kevin knew his place.
Kevin was having trouble sleeping now, because, while getting one of the staterooms together today, Emilio grabbed Kevin and kissed him. It took everything in Kevin to finally pull away. Kevin wanted to kiss back, but it was an inappropriate time. The two worked in silence the rest of the day with Emilio exacting some of his power over Kevin, leaving menial tasks to him.
Kevin didn't know what to do. He wanted Emilio but he also didn't want to compromise his job.
Even though Travis had unloaded his balls less than 30 minutes ago, he was rock hard again. But, he also had a crazy desirous feeling deep inside him. Travis had been noticing this mild feeling inside him that had gotten him to rub his taint and graze his tight hole a bit, however, this feeling was screaming inside him.
Travis pulled his underwear down, removing them completely so he could spread his legs wide. Travis began pumping his hard dick with his right hand but his left hand was probing an unexplored area. The image of Mr. Clarkson's big cock was in his mind while his left middle finger entered his hole for the first time. He silently, or so he thought silently, gasped as his muscles resisted the invasion.
Kevin was pulled from his thoughts by the sounds coming from Travis's side of the room. The room was very dark, but Kevin could see quite a bit of activity when he looked over at Travis's bed.
Travis's ass finally accepted his finger and now Travis was diving in deeper, on a mission to find the source of the wild feeling inside him. It was somehow trapped in there and Travis needed to free it. Travis raised his knees providing more access. Both hands were working feverishly now and Travis wasn't holding back his moans and roans of pleasure.
Kevin was surprised at Travis's unforeseen behavior, but was thankful for the distraction. Although Kevin assumed Travis was thinking of a girl, Kevin was quite turned on and felt his long cock begin to grow. Kevin sported a 6 inch soft cock that grew to just over 9 inches when fully erect. Kevin slid his bikini briefs down although his cock had easily popped out the top.
Kevin's thoughts turned to Emilio and what might have happened in the stateroom. Kevin imagined dropping to his knees and being pleasantly introduced to 11 inches of uncut Cuban cock.
Kevin stroked his long, thin shaft while thinking about his tongue lost in the foreskin of his new Latin lover. He still heard Travis beating away at his cock while continuing to fail to squelch the sounds of his passions.
And then the sounds became grunts. Travis was wearing out. The pleasure was intense, although his finger had not hit the ultimate target, the new attention he had given himself had him ready to cum.
Kevin was ready as well, and the two handsome, young men began to cum simultaneously. Kevin listened intently to Travis imagining it was Emilio groaning as he filled Kevin's mouth with his juice. Travis was unaware of Kevin's movement as he felt Mr. Clarkson fill him with his juice.
Kevin silently splattered cum all over his chest while Travis grunted out 6 or 7 shots onto his stomach.
Once things quieted down, Kevin said, "Travis, that sounded amazing, I came too."
Travis was mortified. He laid there motionless for what felt like forever. Kevin regretted saying anything, realizing he embarrassed Travis.
Finally, Travis ended the silence:
"I'm sorry Kevin, I didn't mean to wake you."
Kevin was relieved. He had hoped this might lighten up his very private and reserved roommate.
"It's ok, I was awake, but now I'm really sleepy. Good night, Travis, you'll have to tell me about her in the morning"
Travis breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Kevin wasn't going to make a big deal about it. Travis smiled when he realized Kevin assumed Travis was thinking about a girl. Kevin had told Travis he was gay when they met but Travis didn't mention his sexual preference.
Now that Travis was certain himself, maybe it was time to let Kevin know.
"Good night, Kevin," Travis said as he closed his eyes, deciding that conversation could wait until the morning.
The blackjack table had been cruel to a few members of the group and sent them to bed and the rest were now ready to call it a night.
Except for Shaun.
Shaun was enjoying Coach's company and some good fortune at the table, so he bid his cabin mates farewell as they headed in for the night.
Several in the group reminded Shaun that they were meeting at 7am for their excursion in the morning.
Finally, it was just the two of them at the table. Shaun became more comfortable and a bit flirtatious. Coach recognized it and was accepting of it, but was not comfortable being open about it.
After a few more hands, the dealer announced that they were closing down for the night. The two men thought silently as the dealer cashed in their chips. Neither man showed much excitement, even though they were both big winners. They were both trying to come up with a way to keep the night going.
As they headed out of the casino, Shaun finally ended the silence.
"I've got a full beer here, and I don't feel like drinking it in a dark cabin listening to my mates snore."
"Why don't we go out on the deck, breath in some fresh ocean air, see some stars and finish our beers?" Coach asked innocently.
"Coach, you are a genius. Lead the way." Shaun said as he patted Coach on the shoulder.
Coach threw his arm around Shaun's shoulder and led the two of them out to the deck. Walking this way wasn't intimate, it was just two drunk buddies keeping themselves walking straight.
When they got out to the deck, Coach separated himself from Shaun. He clinked his bottle with Shaun's bottle:
"To fresh ocean air...and winning big at the casino!"
"Cheers!" Shaun responded and took a swig of his beer and then came up with another.
"To the beginning of a new and exciting friendship."
Shaun clinked Coach's bottle, but held it there and looked Coach in the eyes.
Coach held the stare only for a moment. It was long enough for Shaun to believe Coach knew what he meant. Coach was pretty sure he knew what Shaun meant, but this was all new to him and his own lack of confidence forced his eyes away. He tried to naturally diffuse the situation.
"To bright and beautiful stars. Oops, where are all the stars?"
Coach looked up and so did Shaun. The sky was dark, covered with storm clouds hiding all the stars.
They were treated with a few flashes of lightning however.
"Oh Coach, did you see that?" Shaun asked excitedly as he grabbed Coach's arm.
Coach didn't answer that question but instead said "Uh oh."
Before Shaun could ask Coach what was wrong, his answer came in the form of large rain drops on his upwardly looking face.
The two men bean giggling as they were pelted with a hard and heavy rain storm.
Their drinks quickly began to overflow as rain even was getting in the small openings. They ditched the drinks but didn't run for cover. They took in the view of the lightning, oohing and aahing as the sky lit up over the wide open ocean.
Before long, they were soaked to the bone. The temperature was falling rapidly. Suddenly, experiencing the storm first hand didn't seem like sucha good idea.
"Shaunnie, I gotta get outta these clothes," Coach said innocently, as he started to shiver.
"Oh my thoughts exactly, you fucking stud, I want to rip them off for you," Shaun said to himself as he conjured up a plan.
"Yeah, me too," Shaun agreed and then very deliberately began to walk.
Then he abruptly stopped.
"Oh shit, I can't go in my room like this. My friends will kill me. I'll have to turn on the lights, I'll get everything, I'll use up all the towels..." Shaun hoped he wasn't laying it on too thick.
If he could just get into Coach's room...
"No worries, silly boy. Come to my room. It's only me, I have plenty of towels. You can borrow some clothes. It's all good." Coach said, realizing a possible opportunity just opened up. He watched for Shaun's reaction to see if he could sense that Shaun might be interested. Coach laughed at himself, not having much of an idea he was looking for.
Shaun felt his dick twitch as Coach answered, but he played it cool.
"You sure, Coach?" Shaun asked, and then continued without waiting for an answer. "That'd be awesome. The roomies are kind of finicky, and I'm a slob and keep them up late all the time, so I don't want to start the cruise off on the wrong foot."
"Come on, let's get out of this rain," Coach said as he wrapped his arm around Shaun's shoulder. This time, Coach pulled Shaun in a little tighter than before.
Shaun noticed and convinced himself that he was definitely go for it once they got in the room.
When they got to the room, Coach swiped his keycard, but the light didn't light up. Coach tried a few mores times with no luck.
Both men couldn't believe the luck, as they were both anxious to get inside and out of the wet clothes. Shaun was a little more anxious than Coach.
"Let me try, maybe it's just wet or something," Shaun said as he grabbed it abruptly from Coach, swiping it rapidly.
"I guess I could call the Steward..." Coach's voice trailed off when he realized that it might be awkward to have Travis come open the door for him with Shaun joining him.
"Ah, got it! Guess I have the magic touch, Coach." Shaun said smiling, as he opened the door and held it for Coach to walk through.
When the door was closed, Coach immediately ripped off his shirt.
Shaun stood in front of him and got lost in his new friend's hairy, muscular chest.
"Man, even your chest hair is soaked," Shaun said.
Without thinking, Shaun reached out and touched Coach's chest and then ran his along the wet, dark hair.
"Aah, you're hands cold," said Coach, even though he enjoyed the feeling.
"Oh sorry, Coach." Shaun replied, "I guess they are."
Shaun was confused, he thought for sure Coach would like that.
Coach was kicking himself. That clearly was a chance and Coach knew he blew it.
Shaun wasn't ready to give up, and unpeeled his own shirt that soaked and stuck to his smooth skin.
Shaun saw Coach's eyes widen and it was evident Coach liked what he saw. Shaun stood still, letting Coach soak in the view.
Shaun was getting rock hard and he looked down to see if Coach was sprouting anything, but he couldn't tell. Then, he got an idea.
"I'll grab the towels," Shaun said as he headed to the bathroom. As he walked, he unzipped his shorts. At the bathroom door, he let the shorts drop and then quickly lowered his boxers. He stepped out of them, careful to not reveal his solid hard on, but more than willing to expose his smooth, sexy butt.
Coach stood and watched.
Shaun moved quickly and was back out, with a towel wrapped around his waist, as low as he could, and one in his hand for Coach.
"Let me dry you off Coach," Shaun said as he walked up behind Coach and dried his neck and shoulders.
Shaun was relieved there was no resistance. He moved in front of Coach, not worried that his cock was tenting in the towel.
"I'll keep my cold hands covered," Shaun said as he dried Coach's chest. "Now, get out of those wet shorts, mister, so I can finish." Shaun looked up at Coach. This was the moment of truth. Shaun was surprised at his own boldness, but was satisfied that he let his intentions known without trying to force something that may not be there.
"Oh, I didn't know this was full service," Coach replied lightly. Coach couldn't believe this was happening. This beautiful boy is naked in my room, telling me to do the same.
Coach undid his shorts and wiggled out of them. His drenched Calvin boxer briefs couldn't hide his 7 inch, thick cock that was pointing sideways, trying to get itself upright. In fact, the underwear enhanced it.
Shaun couldn't take anymore when he saw it. Shaun grabbed at it and leaned into Coach, pressing his damp, hairless chest against Coach's chest. The men were the same height, so Shaun buried his head into Coach's neck.
"Oh Coach, I want you so bad."
"Mmmm, yeah, Shaunnie." Coach said as he wrapped his hands around the younger man.
Shaun continued to rub Coach's cock but also tugged at the waistband to try to remove them.
They were sticking to his skin, so Coach helped remove them.
Shaun took a step back to allow Coach to step out of the underwear.
Shaun dropped to his knees and smothered his face into Coach's wet crotch. He breathed in deep, catching Coach's scent mixed with the rain and ocean.
Shaun felt Coach's powerful hands run through his hair, moving his head across Coach's erect cock.
Shaun stuck out his tongue and it grazed the thick pole. When Coach felt the wetness he moved Shaun's head back across then up and down. Shaun flicked his tongue quickly as he felt Coach forcibly move his head.
Shaun's tongue had ignited the desire that had been merely tweaked earlier in the bathroom with Travis. Coach felt all of his inhibitions melt away and anticipated what was becoming unleashed.
Coach pulled Shaun up, flipping his towel off as well. Coach kissed Shaun hard and fast, exploring deep in Shaun's mouth. Coach hugged Shaun tight, and then moved his hands all over Shaun's back, eventually moving down to the boy's ass. He squeezed the tight, meaty buns.
Shaun melted in Coach's arms. Shaun's sexual experiences had only been with guy's his age. He was now experiencing what it was like to be with a real man. Shaun had initiated this but now he knew Coach was in charge. Shaun would do whatever to please his sexy man.
Coach grinded his cock against Shaun while Shaun did the same to Coach. Shaun was kissing back now and moving his hands over Coach's backside.
Coach moved them to the bed and then gently pushed Shaun down on it. Shaun reached for Coach's cock and grabbed it softly. Coach stood there, enjoying the attention Shaun was giving his cock. Coach looked down and took in this beautiful, smooth and shaven body. He knew Shaun was in his twenties but the pale, hairless body looked like it belong to one of his high school players. Shaun's cock was not a boy's for certain. In fact, it looked similar to his.
Suddenly, Coach grabbed at Shaun's hand as he felt he was about to explode. Coach dove onto the bed next to Shaun and began exploring the young man's body with his tongue and mouth. He ran his hands all over Shaun's front side ending at his cock. Coach gripped it firmly and confirmed that it was very similar to his.
He moved his cock to Shaun's and grabbed them both. Shaun had also noticed the similarity but now it was obvious. Coach had the pre-cum soaked tips lined up and was moving his hand down the equally thick shafts.
Shaun felt Coach's balls bounce on his, the hairy sac tickling his shaven one.
Coach grabbed Shaun's and brought it to the cocks. Now, both hands were gripping the shafts and sliding up and down them.
"Oh, Coach, I wish I was one of your players. I'd do whatever Coach told me."
"Yeah, Shaun, you want to be one of my players? Yeah, I bet you'd be a star player. I'd be so proud of my player, always staying late at practice, working hard with Coach."
The stroking intensified as Shaun pictured himself a young, eager player walking into Coach's office all sweaty ready to service his Coach. Coach pictured something similar but Shaun was the last out of the shower and stood at his locker dripping wet when Coach came up behind him.
Pre-cum began to drip steadily out of both cocks.
"Oh, Coach, this feels so good. I'm gonna cum."
"Oh yes, Shaun, me too."
"But, Coach, I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Coach."
"I will, Shaunnie, I'm going to fuck you real good, but right now I've got to cum. Shoot your load with me, Shaun."
"Oh yes, Coach, whatever you say. Oh Coach, yes."
"Aaaah, yes, keep stroking my cock Shaun."
Coach kissed Shaun and they both moaned into each other's mouth as they brought their cock's to the edge.
They simultaneously let go of their cocks and thrusted their hips, letting their cocks slide along the pre-cum that had leaked on their skin.
Coach pressed his body fully onto Shaun's body and thrust hard. That was all Shaun needed and he yelled out. Coach stopped kissing Shaun and looked into Shaun's eyes.
"Oh, I'm cumming" they both yelled as cum gushed out of both of their cocks, smothering their stomachs in warm, juicy fluid.
After a few minutes of slow thrusts, letting their body spasm intermittently, Coach grabbed Shaun and rolled them both over.
Now that Shaun was on top, he slid down a bit and rested on Coach's hairy chest. Coach's hand found Shaun's ass and he rested it there.
Sleep came quickly for both of them with thoughts of fucking running through their heads.
Coach woke first with his hand still firmly planted on Shaun's ass. He felt his cock harden as he rubbed it. He enjoyed the squishiness and began to move his way towards the crack.
Shaun stirred as he enjoyed the attention. He was ready to be fucked by Coach, and he told Coach so.
"Please, fuck me Coach," Shaun whispered to Coach without even opening his eyes.
Coach slid out from under Shaun, both of them felt their skin stretch as the glue-like cum that had bonded between them separated.
"Oh yes," Shaun said as he spread his legs wide, readying himself to be taken by this manly stud. He opened his eyes and rested his cheek on the pillow.
"Oh no!" Shaun yelled as he saw the clock read 7:56.
"What?" Coach said, shocked.
Shaun jumped out of bed, "I have to meet my group for our excursion at 8!"
Coach admired Shaun's naked in the daylight that peeked through the small window.
"Oh fuck," Coach said, "well you better get going." Coach was disappointed but understood.
Shaun bounced around the room, gathering his clothes.
"Umm, Coach, these clothes are still wet, can I borrow some of yours?" Shaun asked sheepishly.
"Sure, help yourself to whatever. I'm gonna hop in the shower. Flip the latch so the door stays unlocked. If you missed your group or something, come back and join me."
"OK, Coach, I'll see you later, otherwise." Said Shaun. And as Coach entered the bathroom, Shaun said," Oh, and Coach?"
"Yes?" Coach replied.
"Can I stay after practice tonight to go over some drills?" Shaun teased.
"That's what I like to hear from my star player." Coach said smiling as headed into the bathroom.
Shaun quickly rummaged thru the small dresser, grabbing nylon basketball shorts and a tshirt that displayed the name of a high school.
"Hmmm, must be where Coach coaches." Shaun thought.
He took his time browsing Coach's selection of underwear but quickly grabbed Coach's jockstrap once he spotted it.
Shaun was dressed and out the door in no time. He did flip the latching, leaving the door open, but didn't anticipate he'd be back soon. He knew his group always met earlier than necessary so he had a few minutes cushion.
Travis was surprised to see Mr. Clarkson's door propped open by the latch. He knocked softly and peeked in. Travis heard the shower running.
Travis quickly came to his own conclusion. Mr. Clarkson knew Travis would be by this morning, and so he left the door opened, inviting him in. Travis was all for this, as he had been thinking of the man's cock all night. He purposely saved Mr. Clarkson for last in hopes of a more private rendezvous.
Travis began to strip, but even though he would have loved to pop into the shower unannounced, he thought it best to make sure he had deduced the situation properly.
"Mr. Clarkson?" Travis called out while undoing the latch and closing the door.
Coach heard the noises in the room, although they were muffled. He was quite pleased that Shaun had found a way to return.
"I was hoping I'd hear you," Coach yelled. "Now, get in here!"
Travis quickly finished stripping, and with his cock growing with every step, he bounced into the bathroom.
"Good morning, sir!" Travis announced proudly as he threw back the shower curtain.
That's it for Chapter 4. Coach is keeping quite busy, but the buildup of sexual tension between Coach and Travis finally will erupt in Chapter 5, and in a big way. Thanks for the many emails. I'm enjoying the follow up conversations.
Feel free to email me with comments. –JC jclarkson36@gmail.com
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