This is a story I wrote so I could more fully explore the depths love for my penis. It's roughly based on stories young coworkers would tell every Monday morning describing their libidinous adventures over the weekend. I embellished their tales and provided them 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 2- Planning the Cruise
That `exhibition driving' and subsequent car fuck was just one example of Lily's creative and adventurous spirit that I'd been enjoying now for months. I probably should have begun by describing the first time we met. As you'll see, our first encounter was typical and clearly showed her penchant for future sexual adventure.
At a frat party in college, I'd been drinking beer for a couple of hours and needed to piss pretty badly. As usual, the house had only a few bathrooms and the line was pretty long downstairs. I got in a shorter line in an upstairs hallway behind a sweet young thing in a low-cut T-shirt that showed her cleavage nicely. Her slim body, great ass, and firm, high tits were shown off quite well—I could tell she had no bra on from her hard nipples pushing out the thin material and I ached to caress one or both of her luscious breasts. The top of a sexy red thong was also visible above the waistband of her short shorts. I'm tall enough that I could gaze over her shoulder and down to the space between her full, rounded melons. The outline of her nipples were pointing outward and upward at an angle that had my cock stirring in my jeans. When we were about five people from `next', she turned around and said "I've gotta pee so bad, I'd go in your cup right here and now if it was empty." She'd caught me staring at her tits and just smiled knowingly.
"That'd be something to see," I mumbled and downed the last third of my beer. I handed her the cup, calling her bluff.
She raised her eyebrows at my lame comment; while I was hoping she might just try it right there in the hallway, she said "I'm not quite that bad yet, but thanks for the emergency cup... I may need it yet if this line doesn't start moving soon."
Just as I was about to say something even more clever- - and probably more stupid- - the door right next to us suddenly swung open—there stood one of the house brothers completely naked with a raging hard-on. It was one of those heavy, thick, cut dicks that stuck straight out from his body but had a slight up-curve. It was so hard that it throbbed up and down in time with his heart beat and the piss slit at the tip gaped open slightly. We both stared at him and his impressive cock with our mouths wide open! Behind him was a writhing tangle of butts, legs, tits, cocks, balls, cunts and heads in various stages of fucking and sucking each other on a king-sized bed; apparently he'd just disentangled himself from that pile of nubile flesh. From the look in his eyes, he was just as surprised as we were that someone would be standing right outside the door at just that moment. Seeing that there were quite a few people lined up in the hall, he said "shee-it—I thought I could sneak down to the head, but I guess there's a line, hunh?" He must have been a journalism major.
"Hey," he yelled down the hall. "Make a hole if you pussies don't want to get fucked with this thing" he called out while shaking his hard, thick boner like a weapon. "I've gotta piss!" We separated quickly, allowing him to pass. He blasted out into the hall bare-ass naked, leaving the bedroom door wide open behind him. None of the people in the writhing mass on the bed seemed to notice that he was gone; nor did they realize that they were now providing entertainment for many of us standing in line watching them all fuck and suck each other.
Other stunned onlookers on line just ogled him as he padded down the hall and banged on the bathroom door. "Let me in, fucker! This is my bathroom and I gotta piss!" After three or four bangs on the door, a hot chick in a cheerleader outfit opened the door and slunk past him, staring down at his giant, throbbing cock; it dragged across her ass when she passed, leaving a snail-trail of pre-cum on her right butt-cheek.
"How do you suppose he's gonna piss through that hard-on?" the girl in front of me asked.
"I don't really know- - I've never been hard long enough that I had to try to piss through it," I answered. Then I realized how stupid and wimpy that sounded; we both giggled.
"I'm Lily," she said in a throaty, sexy voice," holding out her hand. I shook it like somebody at church. "Someday maybe we'll see if you can piss through your boner... is yours anywhere near that big?" She glanced down at my crotch; after releasing my hand, she squeezed my bulge through my jeans. "Ooh, maybe it is!" I remember thinking this never happens at church.
What a glorious beginning to a long sexual adventure!
Anyway, back to my story.
One day a coworker was describing a Caribbean cruise he'd just taken; he told stories about hot night-club-type shows, scantily-clothed hot young things all over the ship and drunken grope fests' in the lounges late at night; even described touchy-feelies' in the hot tubs- - right out in the open next to the pools. He'd gone with a couple of buddies- - all three shared one cabin. According to his story, there was so much fucking happening... both in and out of their cabin... that he was glad to be home where he could finally get some rest!
I shared some of those stories with Lily later and could tell that her imagination was in high gear about the possibilities that a cruise afforded for hot, anonymous group sex- - lately her favorite pastime (and mine too, I guess). Soon after that, she booked us on a 10-day Caribbean cruise and assigned me the job of learning as much as I could about opportunities for sex onboard as well as at the various ports we'd be visiting. Since neither of us had ever been on a cruise, I turned to the good old internet for ideas and help in my research.
I started by Googling terms like clothing optional,' adult entertainment' and erotic adventures' on cruises. At the various cruise-line websites, I got the kind of results that you'd expect: descriptions of cigar bars, casinos and lounge acts that happened where minors were not allowed- - their definition of adult entertainment,' I guess. None talked about anything even remotely sexual, except for one which described adult videos available in the cabins (for a very stiff price!—pun intended) and another where a clothing-optional deck was provided on all their ships—alas, we were not booked on those cruise lines, so any kind of adventure like that was probably out.
However, after a few more creative entries, I stumbled on a blog that reviewed and rated the various cruise lines, their individual ships, and port locations in terms of what the blogger called hotness.' He or she confirmed that some companies did provide porn in the cabins and that another had small clothing-optional decks, but there was no sense from the blog entries that any erotic action ever resulted from either of those features. In the descriptions, however, there were categories such as hired help, shows, onboard pools, destination beaches, ship's media and something called overall atmosphere.' In that area, he gave 1- to 4-star ratings for erotic appeal' and also for chances for action.' Thankfully, Lily had us booked on the cruise line and the very ship that had the highest ratings in both categories—things were looking up.
According to the blogger, we were on the ship with the most erotic, hottest dancers and singers in the skimpiest costumes (at least for the later shows), the most scantily-clad, randiest' hired help and the most naked-friendly destinations in the industry.' Further, he wrote that our ship, in particular, had `the most opportunities for the sexually oriented cruiser to hook up with like-minded people, if they knew where to look.'
Readers were invited to add comments at the end of his descriptions. These were in chronological order at the bottom as you'd expect; they provided quite a bit of the type of information we were looking for- - and many of the entries were fairly recent. It took a while to pick out the ones that applied to our cruise line and ship, but in the end, embedded in those comments were the juiciest tidbits. Contributors described the best ways to begin a search for sex on the ship, and more than one had cryptic entries such as `ask like-minded crew and other passengers, but be careful to not to be too pushy or obvious or you'll ruin it for everyone.'
Based on the information in these postings, it sounded like we'd have many opportunities- - both on and off the ship- - to explore our new-found sexual appetites with crewmembers, other passengers, and locals at each port. We devised a game plan to begin our investigations once onboard the ship. I couldn't wait!
About a week before we sailed, we were lazing about on the bed of my boat, naked and lying on our backs, having just finished a rather vigorous fuck- - a `nooner' as a matter of fact. I'd just dumped a large load of sperm deep into Lily's tight little cunt and rolled off; we lay side-by-side breathing heavily. After a moment or two, Lily turned on her side, facing me with her head propped up on one arm. "Trav- - there's something I want to get straight before we go on our cruise." She sounded serious; I wondered what kind of bomb she was about to drop. As she fingered her drenched pussy- - dipping, scooping, then sucking our combined juices from her wet fingers- - she continued. "You know I like having sex with both guys and girls, right?" Slurp. "And you know there will be times when I'll be actively fucking both guys and girls on the boat, right?" Another slurp. "And you also know that I want you involved in every adventure, right?
I nodded; my penis twitched a bit as I visualized our future. It was also turning me on watching her suck and lick my cum off her fingers as she talked.
Abandoning her sopping pussy- - she had gotten most of my load out by now anyway- - Lily now ran her finger across my chest, alternately tweaking each of my nipples, pulling and stretching them into hard little nubs. Next, she traced her nails down hair-line that led from between my pecs and down my abdomen. She ran her finger down past my navel and encountered my cummy, drooling cock, now lying like a fat, wet slug on my stomach. She took it in her hand and held it while we talked. She squeezed slightly and a latent drop of sperm oozed out the tip. After slurping that up as well, she continued.
"I love the taste of your cum, Travis... I love the look and feel of your beautiful penis, too... I feel it pulsing in my hand with each beat of your heart... I can't wait to share it with other people on the boat.
`...other people...' I thought; Lily continued.
"What I mean is, I can feel you getting excited when I talk about fucking other people on the boat... and I'm just going to say this straight out so there's no misunderstanding." Another squeeze.
I was slightly distracted by her milking my cock while we talked, but through the fog, I realized she was trying to explain her `other people' comment.
"I want to watch you fuck other girls... and (pause), I want to watch you fuck a guy.
As I mentioned earlier, I was curious about experimenting with man-to-man sex; but just then, I mumbled something about how I wasn't so sure. My throbbing cock betrayed me.
"I wanted to hold your dick when we talked about this so I could gage what you really think about what I just said... do you know you've gone from a pretty fat semi to fully boned-up in about three heartbeats? And this after only five minutes of shooting that big load up inside me?
Sheepishly, I replied, "Yeah, I knew you were planning a three-way at some point- - and I'm WAY `onboard' with that with another girl (a little nautical humor there), but I'm still not sure about messing around with some other random guy. I wouldn't even know how to start.
She had a plan, she said, and from the twinkle in her eye, I could tell she'd thought about this- - a lot!
"All I ask is that you be aware that it's one of my goals for the cruise... that you get to have sex with another guy while I get to watch and help; this cruise is the perfect place to try. Just be ready; sort of like you are right now," she added while vigorously stroking my once-again hard, throbbing boner.
And with that, she bent and took my meat deep into her hot mouth almost to the root. Then she pulled all the way off and added, "Mmm... I love the taste of you after we've fucked," she added, plunging all the way back down.
Her expert sucking brought me off in less than a minute; we both knew I was more than ready for whatever she had in mind.