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Cruising the Ship -- Part 2
The next morning, I awoke with mixed feelings. My ass was still sore from last night's pounding. I had lost my virginity on a cruise ship of all places, to a man old enough to be my father. I ran my fingers through my hair, remembering the intoxication and seduction in the pool that had led to the hottest night of my life.
I let myself fall back onto the crisp, white sheets, staring at the ceiling. I wasn't supposed to do this. I came on this cruise to celebrate my dad's birthday with my conservative, Christian parents. I was meant to spend the week listening to my mom talk about her latest cooking experiments and watching my dad drone on about work in his grocery store management job.
But last night had changed everything.
I glanced at the clock. It was time to head to breakfast. I groaned at the thought of having to sit through a meal and make small talk with my parents. After last night's encounter, I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to look at them the same way again. Would they sense something different in me?
Would they stare at me, trying to determine why I was acting differently than usual? I slid out of bed, my thoughts swirling more than before. I felt like I was living someone else's life.
I splashed some water on my face and put on a fresh change of clothes, trying to forget what had transpired last night.
I left my cabin and made my way down the luxurious hallway, my mind racing with anxiety. My parents were already seated when I arrived at the dining room, and my heart jumped when I saw they were joined by Paul and Danielle. What the hell?
Paul, the man who had taken my virginity just a few hours ago, was now sitting at the same table as my parents. I didn't know if I should be excited or terrified at the prospect of seeing him so soon again. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself, and made my way towards the table.
"Kyle! You made it," said my mom, Ann, with a warm smile.
My dad, Ron, barely looked up from his phone, giving me a quick nod of acknowledgment.
"We have met some fellow Floridians", dad said. "Their names are Danielle and Paul. Took a shine to them, didn't we?"
I looked over at Paul. His intense gaze was locked on me, and I felt a wave of heat rise in my face. I was starting to notice that every time our eyes met, my heart raced, and I couldn't help but feel a strange connection. I wondered if he felt the same way and what he was planning next. My mind wandered off considering these conspiracy theories, and I almost didn't hear my mom asking me a question.
"How was your night, Kyle honey?"
"It was good, thanks, Mom."
I couldn't help but blush as I sat down. I caught Paul looking at me, a bit apprehensive. I couldn't tell if he was ashamed or guilty, or maybe both. But as soon as our eyes met, the hunger and desire overshadowed any feeling of discomfort. I wondered if it scared him as much as it scared me. My parents chatted with Paul and Danielle about our next stop in Bermuda. I only half listened and had a hard time even eating. My mom broke through my inner turmoil, asking me about the island tour in Bermuda we were planning to attend the next day.
"I'm still thinking about it."
Mum let it slide and instead turned to Danielle to show her the brochure.
"I think you will love it," she said.
The tension in the air was too much. I caught Danielle taking a look at me and Paul, and I wondered if she sensed the attraction between us. She glanced at both of us quickly, then looked away, making small talk with my mum. Danielle was pretty and petite, with a bottle-blonde porcelain complexion. Her high-pitched chatter seemed to cut through the thick air like a knife, reminding me of how out of place I felt in this crowd. She was his wife, and the thought of him fucking her made my stomach turn.
Paul was wearing a navy-blue shirt, the top buttons undone, showing off his hairy chest. The shirt was short sleeved, revealing his bulging biceps and muscular forearms. I couldn't help but steal glances at his broad shoulders and the way his well-defined arms rippled when he moved his hands. His hair was a shade darker than mine, cropped short, and his sharp jawline was speckled with a few days' stubble. As I watched him talk with my parents, I couldn't help but remember the way he had touched me, how he had made me feel. His hands were rough yet gentle, commanding yet understanding, and his lips were warm and soft.
"So, you work in construction?" my dad asked , glancing at Paul. "Must be tough work out in the sun all day."
"It keeps me busy," Paul replied with a husky laugh that made me flush.
"We need some work at home, maybe I can ask you for some pointers?" my dad continued.
I suddenly felt I had to get out of there. This was too much to handle, and I couldn't sit through breakfast acting like everything was normal. I pushed my plate aside, half-eaten sausages and eggs forgotten.
"I think I need the rest room", I said.
I needed air, I needed to be alone, I needed to escape from this suffocating space. My mum gave me that disapproving look and nodded.
"Okay, honey, but don't stay away for too long", she said, concern etched on her face.
I headed towards the restroom, not really needing to pee. I leaned against the granite countertop, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like shit, my skin was pale, and there was a haunted look in my eyes that made me feel as if I had aged overnight. I ran cold water over my wrists and cupped my hands, bringing the water to my face, feeling the coolness wash away the anxiety and guilt. I took a few deep breaths, my thoughts racing with the realization that there was no turning back now. I had crossed a line that would forever change how I saw myself. I decided to head back to my cabin. I needed to take some time to clear my head. I couldn't possibly face my parents or Paul again, not like this. I shouldered open the heavy door of the dining room, and the fresh air of the open deck felt like a balm on my overheated skin. I leaned against the railing, looking out at the vast and shimmering expanse of ocean in front of me. I stared out at nothing in particular, my mind still a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
Back in my cabin, I changed into my swimsuit and decided to take a refreshing dip in the ship's pool, hoping that the cool water might help me clear my head. The moment I stepped out on the pool deck, I was hit by a rush of warm, salty air, and as I crossed the brightly colored space, the deck chair cushions seeming more vibrant in the sun, I realized that my parents would never understand. They cherished their traditions and routine - that included their faith. This felt wrong according to their belief system, and while I respected them, I couldn't keep pretending.
As I meandered towards the shimmering pool area, I was greeted by a symphony of splashing water, playful screams and upbeat Caribbean music. The air was thick with the scent of sunscreen mixed with the sweet fragrance of tropical flowers. I scanned the lively scene, searching for a quiet corner to lose myself in the pages of my latest novel. As I approached the crystal-clear waters, I spotted Paul, in one of the Jacuzzis, shaded somewhat from view by a row of palm trees.
My heart raced a little as I walked towards him, temptation tugging at every nerve in my being. The way he looked, his tanned and toned muscular body gleaming beneath the sun, dripping with water, made my mouth go dry and a slight trembling ran through me. He lazily stretched out one arm toward me, inviting me to join him.
"Hey there," he murmured.
"Why did you sit next to us at breakfast. That was insane", I said quietly, keeping an eye out for watchful stares.
"I know it's crazy, but I couldn't resist. I wanted to make sure you were alright after last night. It was, uh, intense."
A blush crept up my cheeks, but I couldn't help but return his smile. I hesitated for a brief moment before lowering myself into the Jacuzzi beside him. The warmth of the bubbly water and his proximity sent waves of pleasure through me.
"Your parents seem nice", he said.
"They are," I replied, working to quell the growing excitement coursing through me. "But I don't think they should find out what happened last night."
"The same goes for Danielle", he replied, tracing a line along my shoulder.
I pulled back just slightly, remembering our setting, and he seemed to understand immediately, gently letting his hand drop away. The bubbling water was oblique, making sure no one could see what we were up to. We had a sliver of privacy with palm trees framing us.
"No one can know what happened last night," he whispered.
I felt his hand on my thigh, causing my heart to race and goosebumps to form. I caught my breath, suppressing the urge to moan as his fingers traced circles on my flawless flesh.
"But I can't help how I feel," he confessed, glancing around nervously.
"I feel it too," I breathed.
His finger traced the line of my swim trunks, sending shivers down my spine. My cock stirred in my trunks, desperate for him again. I couldn't believe what was happening. He glanced around, making sure no one was watching, then slipped his finger inside. I bit back a whimper as his finger explored me, teasing my cock head slightly.
"Fuck," I whispered hoarsely.
"Yeah," he agreed silently, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly wriggled his finger deeper into my trunks.
I parted my legs wider, inviting him to further explore me. I arched my back and let out a gasping breath, unable to control my emotions.
"Paul," I whispered, almost choking on the sound of his name. "Please..."
His smoldering gaze bore into mine, and he pulled his finger out from my trunks, giving it a slow lick. I watched spellbound as he brought his finger up to his lips and savored every drop of my precum.
"I can't stop thinking about you, Kyle."
Under the water, his leg pressed against mine, the coarse hairs grazing my skin. His hand was back on my thigh, slowly inching its way up, every cell in my body screaming for him to touch me again. I couldn't control myself as my hips rocked slightly, the water providing a slippery glide.
"I can't come to your cabin tonight. Danielle is suspicious", he said.
He slid his hand in between my thighs, in under the fabric of my trunks once more. I moaned softly.
"When can we see each other again?", I pleaded, my voice shaking.
"I don't know. I'll figure something out."
Paul murmured softly; his voice barely audible over the sound of splashing water. His hand trailed its way further up my thigh and he began massaging my balls through the fabric of my trunks.
"Fuck, Paul. You're going to make me cum," I hissed, looking around furtively to make sure we weren't being watched.
"Not yet" he growled, before pulling his hand out of my trunks with a sly grin. "But soon."
A jolt of electricity shot through me at the thought of him fucking me again. I ran my fingers through my hair, grabbing it tightly as I fought to contain the building pressure between my legs. I had never wanted anything so desperately before in my life.
"You're driving me crazy, do you know that?" I spat out.
His eyes was smoldering as he held my gaze, a predatory gleam in them that sent a shiver down my spine.
"You don't know the half of it," he grunted. "I shouldn't be feeling this."
His mouth was dangerously close to my ear, the moist heat of his breath sending shivers along my spine. I stared down at my crotch, feeling the grimy pulse of my semi-hard cock pressing against the fabric of my swim trunks, desperate for release.
"I'm a married man, Kyle."
I inhaled sharply when his finger, warm and wet, parted the fabric of my trunks and traced the line of my cock head. I leaned back into him, tightening the grip I had on the edge of the jacuzzi, gritting my teeth against the wave of pleasure that washed over me. With two fingers, he massaged my cock head inside of my trunks and my whole body tensed with pleasure. The bubbling water swirled around us, creating ripples on the surface.
"Paul," I whimpered, gripping the side of the tub so tightly my knuckles turned white.
I could feel his smile against my ear, the heat of his breath a stark contrast to the cool breeze that danced through the palm leaves above us.
"Mmm, you're so fucking hard," he murmured.
He let just the tips of his fingers trace down my shaft, which eagerly twitched and jumped at his touch. I nodded breathlessly, unable to form words, each nerve in my body dancing to the rhythm of his touch. I was dangerously close to coming undone. Luckily, or unluckily, we were joined by a group of noisy kids who jumped into the hot tub, effectively breaking the tension between us. Paul's touch lingered on my inner thigh for a moment longer before retreating, and we both slid back, becoming nonchalant. We exited the hot tub in silence, but as I passed him by, he whispered to me.
"I will figure something out. I promise."
Holding onto the thin thread of my composure, I nodded and without another word or glance, I walked away. My legs felt like jelly, the throbbing need between my thighs becoming almost unbearable. I was on the verge of collapse, but somehow my body managed to keep me upright. The sun dipped below the horizon signaling the end of the day and I made my way back to my cabin. Once there, I tore off my soaked swim trunks and collapsed on my bed. It was as if there were invisible hands touching me, teasing me, driving me to the brink of despair.
"I'm glad you decided to join us. You have been absent minded today", dad said .
"I'm fine, just felt a little sea-sick", I lied.
"Well, you're just in time for some beach fun", said mom.
Swept up by my parents' enthusiasm for the island tour, I couldn't help but smile as we boarded the waiting tender boat that would transport us from the cruise ship to Bermuda's pristine shores. The blue waters enveloped us in a soothing embrace, and a fresh breeze rustled through my hair. I thought about the incident with Paul in the hot tub , the intensity of his touch still patrolling my mind. My parents chattered about the island tour we would be embarking on, but all I could think about was trying to decipher whether or not Paul would be there. Curiosity gnawed at me, but I feigned interest, pretending to listen to the mundane details of our itinerary.
We disembarked the tender boat and made our way onto the sandy white expanse that beckoned with its untouched beauty. The sun was blazing overhead, and the waves lapped gently against the shore, rhythmically caressing the coastline. I took a moment to let my feet sink into the warm sand, before following my parents down the beach.
My mom chattered excitedly, detailing every little aspect of the island's history, while my dad remained subdued and distant. I half-listened to her musings, catching bits and pieces of local folklore and historical trivia. I lay down on my beach towel and closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun. After a while, I heard Danielle's voice from a distance.
"Paul, come over here! There's a spot over there you're gonna love!"
My heart started racing at the mere sound of Paul's name. I saw them set their beach towels a few feet away from us. I tried to act normal, but my mind was in turmoil. Danielle was chattering away, while Paul seemed distant and preoccupied. He was wearing a pair of yellow board shorts that accentuated his muscular physique, the material snug against his lean frame. I couldn't help but notice the way his chest expanded with every breath, the hairs glistening in the sunlight.
"Should I lotion you up?" Danielle asked him.
"Oh, yeah, sure."
Paul's response was absent, and he seemed lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the horizon. I couldn't help but watch as Danielle squeezed a generous amount of sunscreen into her hands and started to rub it onto Paul's back. Her fingers traced over his muscular shoulders, kneading the tension from his body. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, watching her touch him like that.
Paul's skin glistened as Danielle worked the sunscreen into his flesh, the golden lotion catching the sunlight and highlighting every curve and contour of his muscular form. I found myself imagining what it would feel like to run my own hands over his body, to touch him the way Danielle was right now. As I watched, I felt my own body responding to the sight of Paul's oiled muscles, my cock twitching in my swim trunks.
Paul was now lying on his back as Danielle applied suncreen on his torso as well. She rubbed it on him with a practiced hand, her fingers tracing patterns over his skin. I could see Paul's chest rising and falling more rapidly as she touched him, and I wondered if he was experiencing the same arousal as I was.
My parents were occupied with their own sunscreen, so I allowed myself to indulge in my forbidden attraction, letting my gaze linger on Paul's tanned and toned physique. Danielle's fingers brushed over his nipples, causing him to flinch slightly. I couldn't help but imagine how those sensitive buds would feel under my own touch, how they would harden and peak in response to my lips and tongue.
As Danielle moved lower, massaging the sunscreen into Paul's abs, I could see his cock stirring in his trunks. My breath hitched, and I had to avert my gaze, lest I give myself away. I couldn't help the thoughts running through my head - was he getting hard because of Danielle's touch or was he getting turned on by my hidden gaze?
"Hi there, Kyle", Danielle said with a smile. "Nice to see you."
Her voice broke the spell, reminding me to maintain my composure.
"Hello, Danielle", I mumbled, forcing a smile.
"What brings you guys to our side of the beach?" Mum responded, joining our conversation. "We must have passed by each other earlier."
"Yes, we haven't seen you two before. Enjoying the sun?" Dad chimed in.
Paul got up and shook my dad's hand firmly.
"Nice to see you again. Yes, definitely. It's a wonderful spot," Paul replied, glancing at me and quickly turning away.
My heart skipped a beat, and I realized I'd been caught staring. Danielle didn't seem to notice, though, and continued to talk animatedly about the beach while spreading her towel onto the sand.
My parents seemed content to rest on their towels, so I decided to go for a quick swim in the crystal-clear water. The sun warmed my skin as I walked through the coarse sand, and I couldn't help but feel a lightness in my steps.
The cool waves greeted me as I entered the water, enveloping me in a refreshing embrace. I swam further out, allowing the salty sea to wash over me, clearing the lingering images of our encounter from my mind. As I swam back towards the shore, I kept an eye out for any sign of Paul, but he was nowhere to be seen. I dragged my feet towards the spot where we had been, hoping to catch a glimpse of him or maybe even a conversation. But as I approached them, I saw Danielle draping a towel over a lounge chair and Paul was nowhere to be seen.
"Looking for someone, Kyle?" dad asked, his eyes dancing with amusement.
I couldn't help but feel my face pale. Caught once again!
"Ah, no. I was just...thinking about getting some water," I mumbled, hoping they couldn't see through me.
"We were actually just about to have lunch. Your mom's packed some delicious sandwiches and refreshments," he continued. "Would you like to join us?"
I nodded mutely, feeling suddenly ravenous. My mind was still reeling with the morning's events, but my stomach was loud and clear. Mom handed me a plastic drink container, and I sipped from it gratefully. The cool liquid washed down the sand that clung to my skin. She rummaged through her tote bag and produced a towel for me to dry off with.
I began to munch on a turkey sandwich and listened as Mom talked about this summer's church picnic. My thoughts were still lingering on Paul, but I tried to focus on her words.
"So, Kyle, have you met any nice Christian girls on this cruise?" she asked, breaking my thoughts.
"No, Mum. God!" I sputtered out, dropping the sandwich back onto my plate, a flush creeping up my neck. I glanced around anxiously, making sure none of the beachgoers within earshot had taken notice of her question. My dad raised his eyebrows but said nothing, choosing to focus on his own lunch instead. She shot me a curious look but opted not to pressed further. I appreciated that more than she could know. The tension was quickly lifted as my dad launched into a story of his latest business venture.
The rest of the day was uneventful. I didn't see Paul again until we returned to the boat that was taking us back to the cruise ship. He was standing by the railing, looking out onto the vast ocean. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say or do, but then decided to approach him.
"Hey," I said, sliding up next to him.
Paul turned to look at me, his expression unreadable.
"Hey."
The wind rushed through his hair, and I could see the slight tension in his shoulders as he looked out over the sprawling sea before us. Danielle sat only a few feet away , chatting animatedly with another couple, seemingly unaware of the tension between me and her husband.
"So, did you enjoy the beach?" I finally asked.
He raised an eyebrow at me.
"I suppose you didn't have much of a beach day either, seeing as you spent most of it in the water or engrossed in a book."
His white polo shirt glinted in the sun, contrasting against his tan skin, and I found it harder to breathe with him so near me.
"Ah, I didn't want to intrude on your time with Danielle. Besides, I enjoy a good swim. It keeps me fit," I replied, trying to mask my embarrassment and longing with a nonchalant tone.
"Danielle can be... demanding at times."
He seemed suddenly a little sad , his eyes fixed on the horizon. We stood in silence for a while, the wind swirling around us, the waves lapping gently against the boat. I found myself wanting to reach out to him, to comfort him in some way, but I didn't know how. Or if I even should.
"She hasn't noticed anything, has she?" I asked, fearing the answer but needing to know.
Paul shook his head.
"No," he said. "I don't think so."
He paused and took a deep breath.
"I want to see you again", he whispered , his voice low and husky.
I felt my heart race as I stared back at him, unable to vocalize my own desires.
"Where?" I managed to choke out.
He leaned closer, brushing his lips against my ear.
"I have rented a private room in the spa."
My heart skipped a beat. The words seemed to reverberate in my chest, causing a swarm of butterflies to erupt in my stomach. I pulled back, searching his face for any signs of doubt or deception, but I found only a resolute determination.
"And Danielle?" I asked.
"She's not likely to suspect anything. Besides, she's very busy with her own interests," Paul replied, reassuringly. "But, just in case, I've booked the room under a false name."
Danielle 's voice cut through the air, and we both jerked apart, guilt written all over our faces. She was standing right behind us, an inquisitive look on her face.
"Excuse me, Paul," Danielle said, giving me a side-glance. "I need help with the bag."
Paul's movements were stiff as he broke free from my trance and reached for Danielle's bag. I took a deep breath, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.
"Nice to see you, Kyle," Danielle said before turning to walk away.
As she disappeared into the crowd, a knot tightened in my stomach. I couldn't believe I'd almost been caught.
Paul's gaze lingered on me for a moment before he stepped back and began walking away. I reluctantly followed, desperate to continue our conversation from earlier.
"What time?" I asked as the boat dock came into view.
"Meet me there at seven o'clock, ok?" Paul replied, not breaking his stride.
I nodded, unable to muster a response as I watched his retreating back. It wasn't until he disappeared into the crowd that I realized I was still holding my breath. The knot in my stomach stayed as I made my way back to my family.
As I entered the ship's spa, the receptionist greeted me with a warm smile. She looked young, with blonde hair tied up in a neat bun and wearing a crisp white uniform. I swallowed hard and tried to act normal, hoping I didn't look as nervous as I felt.
"Hi, I'm Kyle. I have a reservation under the name Mike Stevens at seven," I told her.
Her eyes flickered down to her screen and her perfectly manicured eyebrows arched up.
"Ah, yes, here it is. You're in room number six. Let me just grab a key for you."
She handed me a card, which I took gratefully, feeling the weight of the key card in my trembling hands. I entered the hallway leading to the private rooms, my heart pounding in my chest.
I managed to find the room with ease, and as soon as the door shut behind me, I heard a familiar voice.
"Kyle," Paul's voice purred through the dimly lit space, "you're early."
His lips curled into a wicked smile as he sauntered towards me, clad in a pair of dark grey gym shorts and the white polo shirt he had worn earlier today on the beach. The scent of cologne and sweat hung heavy in the air, mingled with the faint aroma of chlorine from the spa's shower room. I couldn't help but feel my body react to his presence, my cock already swelling inside my trunks in anticipation.
The private spa room was dimly lit, with soft white light seeping in from the hallway. The walls were a soothing pale grey, adorned with abstract paintings in muted shades of blue and green. A large marble bench sat in the center of the room, the surface cold and unyielding under my trembling hands.
The room was equipped with all the necessary amenities, including a shower, a hot tub, and a sauna. But all I could focus on was the bench and Paul's hungry gaze as he approached me. I swallowed hard; my throat dry as I tried to calm my racing thoughts.
"I've been thinking about this all day," Paul growled, closing the distance between us.
He reached out and grabbed my hips, pulling me close until our bodies were flush against each other. The heat of his muscles seared through his shirt, making my cock throb with anticipation. I could feel his own erection pressing against me, and it took every ounce of my self-control not to scream out loud.
"Do you want this, Kyle?" he growled, nuzzling his face against my neck.
"Yes, God, yes," I gasped.
"I've been thinking about you all day"
Paul whispered, nibbling at my earlobe. My hands found the hem of his polo shirt and I tugged it up, my fingers brushing against the hairs on his chest. He obliged, pulling it off and tossing it aside, leaving him in just his shorts. His chest was covered in a thick mat of hair that glistened with a light sheen of sweat. The smell of alcohol wafted from his breath, but I didn't care.
My hands worshipped every inch of Paul's muscular chest, my fingertips lightly trailing across the hairy landscape of his pectorals. I licked my lips, feeling my own arousal building up, as I angled my head to capture the fleeting taste of his cologne on his skin. I kissed his nipple , biting down lightly and loving the way he grunted in return.
"That feels so good, Kyle"
I could feel the strained muscles in Paul's chest as he ran his hands through my hair and pulled me closer to him, letting me lavish attention on his body. His hands slid down my back, pulling at the hem of my shirt and effortlessly lifting it off me, revealing my smooth, bare chest. I let out a low whimper, my cock heavy and rigid in my pants, my breathing ragged as he made me feel desired.
His grip on me tightened and his lips found mine, the kiss hot and wanton. Paul plunged his tongue into my mouth with an urgency that matched my own. As I opened my mouth and received him, he ground his hips against mine, the friction between our clothed cocks was driving me wild.
"Mmm, I want you, Kyle," he groaned.
Paul yanked my shorts down to mid-thigh, the coarse hair on his forearms tickling my exposed thighs. My hands gripped his bulging biceps, the muscles rock-hard under my trembling fingers. Paul's kisses grew deeper and more urgent, and I found myself pulling him closer, wanting to feel his skin against mine. Our clothes became a barrier between us, and Paul seemed to sense my desperation. With a growl, he broke away from the kiss, his gaze locked on mine.
"Come with me."
Without another word, he took my hand and led me to the spa's shower room. The steamy air hit me like a wave, and I gasped, my heart pounding in my chest. Paul pushed me against the cold tile wall, his body pressing into mine.
"You're mine," he murmured.
He was nipping at my earlobe, his hands roaming over my body. I felt my shorts being completely yanked off, my underwear following suit, leaving me completely exposed. Paul's fingers wrapped around my bare ass, pulling me towards him, as if he couldn't resist the attraction between us. I whimpered as I felt him press against me, his shorts still on but his length straining against them.
"Fuck, Kyle, you feel so good," he groaned.
He slid a hand between us, pushing his shorts down and releasing his cock. He grabbed a bottle of soap from a nearby shelf and poured some onto his hands. Paul began to wash me, starting with my shoulders, moving down my arms, and over my chest. He lingered on my nipples, soaping them up and teasing them into hard peaks. I moaned as he moved down my stomach, his fingers tracing the contours of my abs, before reaching my hips. Paul kneeled down in front of me, his hands gliding over my thighs. He spread them apart, exposing me to him. I gasped as I felt his soapy hands grip my ass cheeks, pulling me closer to him. He leaned forward, his tongue flicking out to taste me. I shivered as he licked and sucked at my sensitive flesh, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through me.
"Paul," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. I looked at his naked body with the same intensity, taking in the sight of his toned muscles and the droplets of water rolling down his chiseled abs. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything before. Paul wasted no time. He stood up, grabbed my waist and turned me around so that my back was facing him. He kicked my legs apart, and I let out a gasp, knowing what was coming next. I arched my back and rested my hands on the cold tile of the shower wall as Paul trailed kisses down my spine, sending shivers up my body.
I focused on the sound of the water showering down around us, drowning out the nervousness and guilt that threatened to overcome me. Paul's fingers dug into my hips, and I felt his hot breath at the base of my spine. I braced myself as I felt him spread my cheeks apart, and a moment later, I felt his tongue against my entrance. His tongue explored me, teasing and licking, until I couldn't hold back anymore, and I let out a low moan, pushing back against him.
Paul responded by plunging his tongue in deeper, igniting a firestorm of pleasure that rocked through my entire body. I gripped the tile wall, my knuckles turning white as I tried to steady myself. I could feel every lick and flick of Paul's tongue, each one driving my pleasure higher and higher. I could feel the tension building up in my thighs, every muscle in my body straining to keep myself upright.
Paul's hands roamed over my body, grabbing at my hips and pulling me back against his face. I couldn't help but yelp as I felt his fingers dig into my skin, the slight pain only adding to the incredible pleasure coursing through me.
"Paul," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.
But he didn't respond. Instead, he pushed his tongue deeper inside me, reaching my prostate, and my whole body jerked in response. I bit back a scream as my cock twitched and I felt precum leak out of the tip. I couldn't believe how turned on I was, and that was only the beginning. Paul's tongue felt like magic, bringing me closer to the edge than I'd ever been before. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, arching my back as I pushed myself further into his mouth.
Suddenly, I felt Paul's tongue pull away, and I let out a whimper of frustration. But before I could even register the loss, I felt him stand up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist. I felt the cold, hard tip of his cock press against my entrance, and I tensed up, a mixture of fear and excitement surging through me. I could hear Paul's low, gruff sounds as he positioned himself, and I bit my lip, ready for the inevitable invasion.
Suddenly, I felt him push forward, and I let out a gasp, tears pricking my eyes as I felt the burning sensation of his cock stretching me open. I gripped the tile of the shower wall, my knuckles turning white as I braced myself to take it. Paul's hands slipped around me, tugging on my hips as he began to ease himself inside me. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing through the initial pain, feeling him gradually stretch me open. He knew just how to move, nudging himself in inch by inch, until the entire length of him was inside me. I felt completely full and so very invaded, yet the sensation was also overwhelming in its deliciousness.
"Holy fuck, Kyle," Paul breathed heavily in my ear, his voice full of awe. "I've never felt anything this good before."
I couldn't speak, my eyes rolling back in pleasure as his cock twitched inside me. The shower water cascaded down my back, mingling with the sweat beading on our skin. Paul groaned, his grip on my hips tightening as he began to thrust harder. I pushed back against him, meeting each stroke with hunger. I felt his chest hair tickling the skin of my back as he leaned into me, his tongue trailing up and down my neck. My cock was rigid, pressing against the tiled wall, and I couldn't help the whimpers that escaped my lips as he thrust harder and deeper.
Paul reached around me, wrapping his fingers around my cock and giving it a tight squeeze. I cried out, biting back a scream as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm me. His movements were relentless, both our bodies slick with sweat and water as we moved in harmony with each other. He put his other hand over my mouth, and I started to suck on his fingers, moaning as I tasted the saltiness of his skin. Paul's groans were growing louder too, matching my own, and the sound of our bodies slapping together echoed in the spa room.
I couldn't believe how full I felt with him inside me, and I couldn't get enough of it. I was beyond myself, pinned against the wall, impaled on his cock, his hand on my mouth, muffling my sounds. The pain was still there but it only added to the intense pleasure I felt pulsing through me. I couldn't help but push back against him, wanting him deeper, feeling him hit places I never knew existed.
Paul's breathing became ragged, the sound of his guttural grunts mixing with the splash of water in the shower. I could tell he was close, and the thought of him coming inside me sent a thrill down my spine. I bit down on his fingers , pushing back against him with every ounce of energy I had left, wanting to feel him lose control. Paul's breathing grew even more ragged, his grip on my hips tightening as he pounded into me.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me come, Kyle," he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic as the pleasure pulsed through him.
And just like that, he shuddered, pressing himself deep inside me as he let out a ragged groan. I could feel him spill his seed into me, filling me up in a way that made me feel both violated and consumed. He was still for a few moments, his hands gripping my hips tightly before slowly starting to relax.
"You feel so fucking good, Kyle," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss onto the back of my shoulder.
Still lodged inside me, he started to jerk me off. I cried out in wanton as he tugged on my cock, his movements rough and quick. It didn't take long for me to feel the tension in my balls build up, and soon enough, I was on the edge.
"I'm gonna come, Paul," I warned him, but all he did was smirk and tighten his grip on my cock.
I let out a guttural scream as I came, covering the wall and Paul's hand in ropes of white semen. He milked me dry, not stopping until I was spent and shaking in his arms. I could barely stand, but Paul held me up, not letting the weight of my body collapse on the floor. When I caught my breath, Paul slowly withdrew himself from me, causing a final pang of pleasure to shoot through my spine.
His cock was still hard, wet with our combined fluids, slick and shimmering under the dim lights of the spa room. It was a strange sight, but Paul didn't seem shy or bothered by it. He picked up one of the towels scattered around the room, cleaning his cock and balls before turning towards me.
I couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious, standing there naked and exposed in the middle of the spa room. I wrapped the towel around my waist, trying to cover myself as best as I could, but it was clear that Paul couldn't help but stare.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his eyes trailing down my body.
I blushed, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks as I looked away. Paul's gaze was intense, and I couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed.
I looked away, but he stepped closer to me, his hand reaching up to cup my cheek. I leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine.
"I mean it, Kyle. You're stunning," he murmured.
I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest at his words. I had never received such genuine praise from someone before, and it made me feel special. I looked back up at him, and our eyes met for a moment before Paul leaned in, pressing his lips to mine. I opened up to him, and he took full advantage, sliding his tongue against mine in a hungry, passionate kiss.
"I didn't think I could feel this way", he said.
"Me neither." I replied, still reeling from the intensity of our encounter.
I couldn't believe what had just happened between us. I had never felt such a connection with anyone before, let alone a man. But there was no time to dwell on those thoughts. The spa was closing soon, and we needed to get dressed and leave before anyone saw us. Paul handed me my clothes, and we quickly got dressed in silence. I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious as I slipped on my shorts, my body still buzzing with pleasure.
Paul looked equally as uncomfortable as he pulled on his polo shirt, his hair still damp from the shower. He caught my gaze and gave me a small smile, his eyes soft and gentle.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.
I nodded, unable to find the words to describe how I was feeling.
"I just... what about your wife." I asked, trying to wrap my head around what had happened between us.
Paul's lips twitched, a hint of guilt flickering in his eyes. I saw the sadness etched into his features, and I immediately felt a pang of pity for him. He sighed deeply, an exasperated tone in his voice.
"I love my wife, Danielle. I really do. But I haven't felt anything like this with her in a long time," he admitted.
I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I felt a knot form in my stomach, and I couldn't help but feel a little hurt. Here I was, an innocent young man on a cruise with my Christian parents, and here was Paul, a married man, confessing his feelings for me.
"I know it's wrong, Kyle. Trust me, I'm not proud of myself," Paul said, his shoulders sagging in defeat.
I looked at him, my eyes softening. I couldn't help but feel a little flattered that this handsome, confident man felt something for me.
"We got a long cruise ahead of us", I said . "Maybe we can figure things out."
Paul looked at me, and his eyes softened. I could see the wheels turning in his mind, weighing the consequences of what we had just done, and contemplating the potential consequences of continuing down this forbidden path.
"Let's just take it one day at a time," he finally said.
I nodded, relieved that Paul wasn't refusing to acknowledge our connection. He leaned down to kiss me again, a gentle peck on the lips, before opening the door to the spa room. We walked out into the hallway, still wrapped in our thoughts, and made our way towards the exit.
The ship was bustling with people, all eager to get some dinner or enjoy the evening entertainment. Paul and I parted ways, each of us headed to our own destination on the ship - me to join my parents for dinner, and Paul to have a drink with his wife. We exchanged a brief but meaningful look, both of us knowing that this wasn't the end of our story.