This is a story I wrote so I could more fully explore the depths of love for my own penis. It's roughly based on stories that young coworkers would tell every Monday morning describing their libidinous adventures over the prior weekend. I embellished their tales and provided them back for their reading enjoyment. They encouraged me to publish, so here they are. Selfishly, I got to cum about twice per chapter while writing it! The pages are probably still a little sticky--sorry. Please write; I love feedback: brad_rent@yahoo.com.
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Chapter 18- Anticipation & A Little Steam
After Steve, Peter and I were fully spent and smelled of sweat, after-shave and each other's sperm, I skulked back down one level to our cabin. Just as I rounded the corner by the elevators, I saw Rosa- - or Rosita' as Lily called her- - sneak out our cabin door; she headed down the hall in the other direction. I don't think she saw me. I tapped lightly on our door and slipped in quietly. Lily was still out on our balcony enjoying the vast darkness of the open sea. She was sitting in one of the chairs completely naked and I'm pretty sure she was also pulsing' with the after-effects of her romp with Rosa. I stripped off my shirt and shorts, then plopped down into the other chair. Despite the breeze across our balcony created by the ship's movement, I smelled cunt and perfume and sea salt. It was a heady smell; incredibly, my penis responded accordingly and throbbed to `half-chub' in no time. As we murmured quietly about our recent sexual experiences, I was amazed that I'd boned up again so soon. Lily noticed my bobbing boner and asked, "so I thought you were going to take care of that with some of the guys."
I told her all about our three-way penis play- - including watching her and Rosa- - Rosita- - work each other's pussies down on our balcony- - right where we were now sitting- - Lily was just as astonished as I was that I'd hooked up with Steve, our upstairs voyeur' from embarkarion day. We both looked up at the same time, half expecting to see him peering down at our nakedness... but no faces appeared. I could tell as we chatted, though, that she was thinking about either inviting him- - and his mate- - down for a group grope' in our cabin or maybe of putting on another show for them before we disembarked... time was running out, but I'm sure she was trying to figure out how to make that work!
We slept like the dead. The next thing we knew it was midmorning!
This was our last full day at sea and it began like all the others- - only a little later than usual. We showered, put on our swim suits and hung out on the balcony watching the vast, blue ocean drift by and looked for hotties on the balconies below. I guess since it was a day with no stops, most folks thought they'd take advantage of the common areas around the pools and other open decks, as the balconies were largely deserted.
We moseyed up to the unbelievable breakfast buffet, then headed for the `young people' pool- - the one with the oversized jumbo-tron movie screen and the blaring rock music. It was too loud to chat; after a while, I guess I fell asleep in my lounge chair; if I hadn't put on sunscreen, I'm sure I'd have burned pretty good. As it ended up, I was just warmed by the tropical sun and woke up thirsty. I looked around for Lily, but the towel in her chair was rumpled up; she was nowhere to be seen. Almost on cue, Anna walked up. "Can I get you a drink, sir," acting like Alex and I hadn't just fucked her silly yesterday.
Groggily, I ordered the `drink of the day' and asked her if she'd seen Lily... she had not. Just to be safe, I changed the order to two drinks, assuming she'd just gone to the bathroom and would be back soon. Anna took my cabin key and turned away just as Lily came back with a drink in her hand.
"Do you still want two drinks, sir," asked Anna, looking at the almost-full one in Lily's hand.
"No... just one for me, then," I answered politely, although sporting a growing woodie thinking about our awesome fuck-and-suck session yesterday- - like the lecher I'd become, I was trying to picture her naked with my cock buried ball-deep in her sweet, tight cunt instead of her standing there in her skimpy waitress uniform.
Lily stopped her and whispered something in her ear, then as Anna wandered off, Lily plopped back down, drawing stares from the men around us as she spread her legs wide to straddle the lounge chair and sit down- - she looked pretty damn hot in her skimpy little hot-pink 2-piece. The cloth that covered her freshly-shaved pussy was barely an inch wide; as it traversed underneath her crotch toward the back, it mostly disappeared into the crack of her perfect little ass. Her puffy cunt lips made the fabric pooch out a little; my boner gave a lurch.
She sat down straddling her chair, crotch fully exposed with her legs wide spread. "What did you whisper to Anna," I asked.
She casually stretched the thin strip of cloth covering her cunt, making sure to rub up and down once or twice. "I just told her that we were on for tomorrow night... while you were asleep, Alex stopped by and asked if we'd discussed the DVD you all made yesterday. I told him that we'd talked it over and decided to attend their party tomorrow night- - if we were still invited. Then I went back to the cabin to get the DVD and gave it to him... I hope that's still OK with you."
"If my heart can take it... and my dick doesn't fall off... I am more than fully committed. How about you," I asked.
"I wouldn't have given him the disc if I wasn't `committed,' as you say." Then she added with a smile, "and I see from your boner there that you've been thinking about it more than you're letting on."
Looking down, I saw that my half-chub cock was indeed pushing my swim shorts out pretty far in front. I adjusted a bit and the sausage lay down nicely, pointing up and to the right (starboard I think).
Just then Anna returned with my drink. "Here you go, sir... I see you're excited about our final night," she said glancing at my crotch. "Don't forget we have another stop tomorrow at our private island to look forward to first."
Having these two stare at my boner while thinking about another fuck session with the crew of hot bodies wasn't helping, so I decided to change the subject to get my mind off of fucking these two- - and the rest of our new-found friends.
"What about this private island- - is anything planned that we need to know about," I asked.
"No, nothing that I know of- - in fact, we're not allowed off the ship unless we're working... serving drinks or cooking or serving food- - but if I hear of anything, I'll let you know," replied Anna.
"What happens after we disembark on our last day? Does the ship go back out right away or do you have some free time in port?"
"This is our last Caribbean cruise of the season- - we'll embark a whole new set of passengers, then sail immediately on an Atlantic crossing to Scandinavia and the Baltic; we'll dock in Southampton after about a week... Alex and I will stay aboard, but the dance troupe and singers will swap out with a new troupe, so our little adventure group will be broken up again until next spring. We'll have to rebuild on the way back across the Atlantic."
"Is the group as active on the European cruises as it is in the Caribbean?" I asked.
Her face saddened and she answered, "No, unfortunately. It's too cold for much activity in the evenings up in the Oasis, so we have to make do with daytime romps in the closed bars and theaters... we're still pretty active, but I'll miss the beaches and the upper decks out under the stars... and I'll really miss the nude beach! The worst part is that there's almost no chance to play with passengers like you guys- - too much close supervision onboard."
My boner had subsided somewhat, but I was still excited about our final night, so I asked, "tell us what to expect at the Oasis... is there a theme or something... any particular protocol we need to follow or dress code or anything?"
She giggled and replied, "no, silly- - nobody stays dressed for very long, so the `dress code' is anything you want to get out of quickly... it's pretty freewheeling, but once everybody's there, we introduce and toast the guest or guests of honor- - that'll be you two- - and then we formally induct you into the group... after your initiation."
"Initiation?" Lily and I asked in unison; I added, "I thought our initiation was at the nude beach the other day."
"No, actually that was your tryout... after that, we all decided you two were a perfect fit for our group; we needed to tape you, me and Alex- - it could have been Lily or you or both, by the way, but Lily went ashore so you got elected to make a video to use at your initiation... anyway, we'll use the video to get things started... and to introduce you to the members of the group that couldn't go to the beach and therefore don't know you."
"What do you mean, `get things started'? How does that work?"
"Well, we put on your tape... it shows on all the screens in the Oasis area, which you remember is sort of like a sports bar with screens in all the alcoves. While that's going on, you two will be the center of attention. People will help you undress and escort you toward the center of the area, where we bring in two large ottomans and place them side-by-side. If you're not already hard, Travis, then fluffers' will help work you up so everybody can see your awesome body and hard penis. Don't worry, Lily, we'll have people there help you get in the mood as well- - just as many people want to see your shaved little pussy and spectacular ass as well. Then you'll be asked to pick a partner- - or partners- - as you wish, and then you and your selected group will entertain the rest of us by fucking around on the ottomans in the center. The only rules are that you can't pick each other only and no one else gets to fuck anybody else until you two have come at least once apiece with whomever you've picked... we all get pretty excited watching the initiates' both on the screen and in person... there's plenty of `feeling up,' sucking and hand-jobs happening, but there's no fucking until you're both done cumming first. Then things spread out a little; since you're the special guests for the night, you're free to wander about and watch or participate in anything you want... and with anyone you want... it's probably the closest anybody ever comes to being king or queen- - no one is allowed to refuse you!"
After a slight pause and a look around to make sure she wasn't being overheard, Anna continued, "after the group disperses into the alcoves, all the guys are blindfolded, except you, Travis- - this sort of makes the rest of the evening `ladies night.' The rest of the guys will only be able to tell who they're doing- - or who's doing them- - by feel alone, unless their partners choose to tell them who they are."
My boner was at full-mast now and very uncomfortable as it lengthened and stiffened while Anna talked, still pointing to starboard, but pointing more urgently than before. I was having trouble concealing it with my hand and drink. Lily saw my predicament and threw me an extra towel and that did the trick—I should have worn my speed-o underneath, I thought. I noticed that she, too, had draped a towel across her tiny bottoms, evidently hiding a growing wet spot in her own suit. I also noticed a couple just across from us- - toe-to toe with us- - and wearing amused and knowing grins watching Lily and I as we got aroused talking with Anna about `sport fucking' on our last night. I'm sure they could hear enough of our conversation to get the sense that we were talking about sex.
"We can't wait, can we, Lily," I replied, clearing my throat.
"Oh, and there's one more requirement- - just for that night- - that I need to warn you about," added Anna. "All the men will need to take a Levitra pill before the celebration begins. We're anticipating a pretty hot session, and it's our experience that the guys are done long before we girls are, especially when you take away the visual stimulus from them after they're blindfolded. To make sure there are plenty of hot, hard dicks around, we girls ask all the guys to take a `boner pill' before they start- - do you have a problem with that, Travis?"
"I'm not so sure I need a `boner pill'? Perhaps you haven't noticed that I'm not having any trouble at all boning up here, just thinking about it," I asked, pointing at my still-raging hard-on throbbing under my towel- - and no doubt starting to form a pretty sizeable pre-cum wet spot, I thought.
"You say that now, but after two or three quick orgasms- - and you probably will shoot pretty quickly; all the boys tend to- - we don't want the party to end; the pills just help you stay `ready' for the rest of the crowd."
"Why Levitra... why not Viagra?"
"Viagra only works for about 3 hours; Levitra has the same effects, but it lasts longer—therefore you last longer, Travis... as well as all the other boys."
"I've never taken either one," I replied, "so I don't know what it feels like... or what the effect will be... I don't know... I thought those pills were only for old guys who couldn't get it up."
"Well, our pharmacy does pass em out like candy to the old men on the ship, but they have the required effect on guys of any age. As I understand it, they don't make you get hard; they let you get hard if you want to- - and I'm guessing you'll want to even after two or three cums. In any case, I know the girls in the group will want you at the ready.' Besides, you're the talk of the ship after our session yesterday... word gets around and I think all the girls- - and maybe a few of the guys- - want a crack at you."
"Well," Lily interjected, "I guess we'll find out just what kind of porn star you can be, eh, Trav?"
The day was still young and I wanted to work out in the gym before lunch. Lily had a massage appointment, so after my cock subsided, I excused myself and headed back to the cabin to change into workout clothes. The simple act of stripping down while changing out of my swim trunks brought back the half-chub I'd had most of the morning. I thought about rubbing off a load before heading up, but decided I'd better save all my jizz for the evening's festivities- - whatever they might be. Situating my half boner into my gym shorts took a little time, but once I got my t-shirt and shoes on, it was down to pretty much soft and I ventured out into the passageway. Two quick flights up and I was at the entrance to the gym. There were some ladies trying to interest people into using the spa for facials or a massage, but as they were busy with some of the older folks, I was able to slip past them and walked right in to the universal machine section.
After pumping out a couple of sets on a half dozen machines, I was just trying to decide if I was done or not when I heard a familiar voice.
"Hey, Travis, how's it going?"
I turned and saw Brandon, the guy from the beach orgy... you remember; the one with three balls. I couldn't help it- - I glanced down at his crotch to see if I could tell from his pretty substantial bulge. He'd been doing flys on the machine across from my last one, but I hadn't recognized him when I sat down.
"Hey, Brandon," I replied. "What's up... you got the day off or something?"
"No, I don't start until later today- - the late shift, you know- - so I thought I'd lift a little, then head for the steam."
"They let crew members use the spa"? I asked.
"No, the steam room is actually part of the changing and shower area just prior to entering the spa itself. It's for anybody that wants use it- - including crew, but not many people know that- - there's always room for us."
"Let me finish up here and I'll head over there with you, if you don't mind," I replied. "I love steam rooms, but there are not many around anymore- - they've all converted to dry saunas where we live."
I finished my last set on the fly machine and was loving the pumped feeling I got in my upper body after a good, hard workout. A quick glance in the mirror told me I'd worked my chest, shoulders and arms pretty hard and they looked nice.
"Like what you see, eh?" teased Brandon.
I blushed a little, but he lightened it up by striking a bodybuilder's pose himself in the mirror, showing off his even bigger muscles.
"Follow me, Trav, the changing room is right through this door." I followed Brandon through an unmarked door at the back of the weight room. It opened into a vestibule that connected to the hallway outside where the `spa babes' were drumming up business. Straight ahead was a door marked "Men's Changing Room, Sauna, and Spa."
"I think this sign adds to the confusion," Brandon offered, "but as you'll see, you don't need to be a paying spa guest in order to use the steam or the dry sauna... in fact, you can also change and shower in here as well."
As we stripped off our workout clothes in the changing room, I caught myself sneaking peeks at Brandon's junk, again trying to see if I could tell he had three balls. He caught me peeking and said, "Yes, there really are three in there - - see?" Moving his substantial, but soft dick aside, he stretched the skin of his shaved scrotum and clearly displayed three plum-sized nuts. I was embarrassed, but he said he was used to getting stares any time he got naked with anybody that knew about his anatomical `gift.'
Reaching around the corner, he said "here's a couple of towels... we have to shower first, then we'll head into the steam."
The showers were individual stalls with etched glass doors. I took the first one; he headed for the second. After soaping and rinsing off, I wrapped one around my waist and waited for Brandon in the hall. He came out almost immediately and headed to an area at the end of the showers where there were two doors, one marked sauna' and one steam room.' Both had caution signs telling users to shower first and not to spend more than 10 minutes at a time in the heat.
I knew we were in for a great experience when we pulled the door open and a large cloud of steam billowed out into the hall. I could see through the mist that there were only a couple of guys in there already, both sitting cross-legged on the lower level with towels draped across their laps. There was room for probably a dozen or so; Brandon climbed to the upper level opposite the door and spread a towel on the seat. He turned around and sat on his towel cross-legged like the other guys, but didn't bother to cover his nakedness at all. I also climbed to the upper tier opposite him and between the two guys that were already there; I spread my towel just like Brandon did. I decided to drape my second towel over my lap, since the other two guys evidently thought that was proper and I didn't know the protocol for nudity on a cruise ship. It wasn't long, however, before they moved their towels aside, revealing two very erect penises- - probably inspired by Brandon's example.
"Before you guys came in, we were just talking about how the steam made us horny," offered one of the guys sheepishly, "I hope this doesn't bother you." He said, trying to push down his boner.
"Not at all," replied Brandon before I could say anything, "I usually bone up in here too." And with that, he reached down and started stretching his semi-hard penis to an erection any guy would be proud of. In fact, both of these dudes stared openly as Brandon's erection grew to full mast and he squeezed his three balls, their hands instinctively began slowly stroking their own rock-hard dicks in time with Brandon's bate.
My cock twitched to a half-chub and on to full boner in about 30 seconds. Only Brandon could see me- - and he'd seen me hard before- - so I didn't try to conceal mine at all. The other dudes didn't seem to care; before long everybody in the room was avidly stroking their meaty cocks and squeezing their own balls.
"He's got three balls, you know," I interjected, wiping sweat from my eyes. "Sorry, Brandon... it's a gift- - and a curse, I know.
They stared open-mouthed as Brandon showed off his stretched out scrotum and three big nuts. By now his boner was throbbing at full mast up against his washboard abs and we were all inspired!
A short time later, one of the two guys said "I'm feeling kind of light headed... I have to get out of this heat, but I'm too hard to walk out into the changing area... anybody mind if I just squeeze off a load so I can soften up and get out of here?"
A lot of silence followed.
After a few seconds, Brandon said, "Dude- - go ahead. We get it... we won't even watch if you don't want us to... right, guys?"
"Right... I don't even care... here goes."
He was sitting just off my left knee so it was easy to peer down into his lap and watch him stroke faster and faster. With a low moan, he pointed his dick at his left thigh as rope after rope of jizz flew out of his cock and onto his leg. The third and fourth shots went well past his knee and most of his goo disappeared into the mist and onto the floor somewhere.
"I'm coming, too" added the other guy at my right knee. He chose to shoot his entire load down between his legs and onto the towel he sat on. Substantial amounts of cum just sort of burbled out of his dick and puddled right where he aimed it. It looked like a fat snake throwing up. The puddle grew and grew; it eventually oozed and ran off the front of the bench and down onto the floor.
"Might as well join `em, eh Trav?" said Brandon. He stood up and rapidly stroked his thick cock until it, too, shot a pretty hefty load out onto the lower level seat and floor in front of him. Each of the first 6 shots arced up and out before splashing down onto the floor. I think his orgasm was more intense because of the audience he had watching him cum... and of course he had three nuts producing all that semen!
Without a word, I aimed my dick down between my legs and tried to direct the eruptions of sperm spurting out of my spasming cock. Rope after rope shot out the end and flew between the two recently-spent dudes and down onto the floor- - so much for containment. We had a real mess to clean up.
As if he was reading my mind, Brandon said "I got this, guys- - watch this."
He climbed down to the floor and felt his way down the side wall to a faucet and hose stashed under the lower bench that I'd missed when we came in. I noticed that as he jumped down and moved along the wall, his still-rampant cock bobbed and weaved with his movements- - I don't think he had softened one iota. Turning the faucet on full blast, he hosed down the bench in front of where he'd been seated and directed the blast down onto the floor, directing his own gooey mess down to the drain in the center of the floor.
"If you guys'll move, I'll get rid of your evidence, too."
The two dudes couldn't take their eyes off Brandon's still-stiff cock, but climbed up onto the top row with me while Brandon dutifully hosed all of our jizz down the drain.
"There... good as new," he said, turning off the faucet and coiling the hose back under the bench. "Let's get out of here, Trav, before I melt."
Opening the door, another cloud billowed out of the room just as two other guys walked in.
"Pretty hot in here, eh?" asked one of the two.
"If you only knew," replied Brandon, concealing his blue-steel boner with a towel.