Ibiza Ferry
Cajuncock
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I stood at the rail of the ferry as it left Barcelona. The seas so far were calm. It was to be a 6-hour trip to Ibiza. I'd planned the trip well. The early morning ferry would get me there by mid-afternoon. The boat was not crowded so I felt confident that I would have time to relax after the 2 hour flight from London and a night's rest in the city. The onboard café would soon open for breakfast and lunch. Since there were so few passengers the crew was in a relaxed mood. There were only 6 crew members on board along with the usual summer crowd of tourists, many of whom were obviously gay. An hour into the trip I began exploring the ship. Most of the passengers remained on deck enjoying the sun, I went down 2 sets of stairs and found myself in the cabin areas. These were used by those who took the overnight trip back.
There was a single guy tending to the cabins. He was young, maybe 20. He smiled as I walked past an open cabin door. His uniform was a pair of tight jeans and a t shirt with the ship's logo. I reached the end of the passageway only to discover that there was not another stairway going back up. Confused I turned to retrace my steps. I walked around a corner to see the lone crew member sniffing a pair of men's boxer briefs. "It's better fresh off the man." He blushed and looked down at the deck. But then looked back up my body. Watching him I had thrown a hardon in my loose shorts. I looked down to see a clear outline of my erection with just a small wet spot at the tip of my cock. We looked at each other and smiled. He nodded to the open cabin door and walked in. I followed knowing that the fun part of my vacation had just begun.
He wasted no time in pulling my shorts down and releasing my stiff member. He reached under my shirt to pinch my nipple. I moaned as I fell back onto the narrow bunk. My shorts were soon removed as he lifted my legs to get at my puckered opening. I moaned and twisted on the bunk as his tongue explored my hole. He wet a finger and thrust it in searching for my g spot. He was an expert and found it immediately. I stifled a scream as he massaged that spot sending my cock roaring with need. He stood up and leaned in to kiss me in a way that few other men had in the past. He fumbled with his jeans to push them down to release his uncut 9 inch cock. I leaned up to see a fat uncut and very hard cock gleaming with a drop of his juice. He put a hand over my mouth as he eased his tool into my ass. His spit had moistened it somewhat. But by this point it didn't matter to me. I tensed as his first few inches invaded me ass. I relaxed and smiled up at him. He nodded and then smiled as more of that monster moved to bottom out. At this point the pain had turned to a dull feeling of fullness before pleasure replaced that. I held on his arms as he pounded away at my ass. Both of us were sweating as the motion of the ship increased our pleasure. He was a madman taking out some anger on my pale body.
We were not at it for long before he pushed deep and yelled something in Spanish. I felt his cock throb inside me. This triggered my own cock to explode over our chests. He leaned in to kiss me with a passion. We lay there for only a few minutes before he pulled out followed by a flood of his seed. He walked to the cart in the hall returning with some towels for us. I thanked him in my crude Spanish and stood to leave the cabin. At the door he patted my rear saying "You were very good. Better than my girlfriend.". He spoke perfect English with a Scottish accent. We both laughed and I made my way back up to the café for a light meal and many fond memories.