*****
Miami was fabulous but very hot. Both temperature wise and in terms of eye candy.
And where we stayed was a very gay area. Wherever you looked, there were fit young men, fit middle aged men, fit older men, and loads of bears and twinks, all showing off on the beach. We indulged in huge drinks, delightful coffee and pastries, heaping piles of Cuban food. Took in the sights. Quickly realized we would be taking advantage of overpriced cruise laundry service because we were sweating through everything. And in the evening, we fucked like rabbits — very sweaty ones.
By the time we boarded the cruise, we were already in very happy vacation mode, and the cramped quarters and tiny shower didn’t phase us much.
*****
I’m ashamed to say that we were quite irresponsible that first day on the boat with unlimited drinks. Stevie got completely wasted and passed out, and that left me with a giant dick and no help dealing with it. Since I was also pretty drunk, I decided to suck myself off, and when I was something closer to decent, decided to go for a walk while he slept it off.
It wasn’t my smartest move, in retrospect. I was drunk, annoyed with my boyfriend, and wandering aimlessly on a cruise full of gay men looking for action. Before I realized it, I’d drawn a bit of a crowd as I chatted with a very hot Serbian bartender named Nickola. Men found any excuse to brush against me as they vied for Nickola’s attention. This particular bar was getting very boisterous.
“Hello, Mr Olympia!” Shouted a very handsome ginger, probably in his late 20s. “What’s a hot young slab of beef like you doing sitting alone here?”
“Just watching the people,” I said.
“Well, that’s only fair. Most of them are certainly watching you!!” He threw an arm around me. “Damn, you are one solid boy!”
“Thanks, I guess,” I mumbled.
“Dane! Come here and feel this arm, oh my god!”
Dane, it turns out, was built very much like me, but about a size smaller. He was wearing a very snug polo and he had enormous pecs and thick arms. He was dark haired and had a very Gallic nose, and handsome features.
“What’s your name, stud?” The ginger bubbled.
“Caleb,” I slurred.
“I’m Ritchie. This is my buddy. Dane works out too!”
“Nice to meet you, Caleb,” Dane said, then leaned forward. “You are hot as fuck,” he said in my ear. “And I bet you’re packing as much as I am.”
Oh, I was pretty sure I’d win any such contest. “Thanks,” I said.
“First cruise?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“It’s our third. And speaking of thirds…” he leaned in close, “Ritchie and I are very, very open to some fun, if you’re interested.”
My dick was already starting to chub up, and it twitched as it crept down my leg.
“God damn,” Ritchie said in awe. He reached out and touched me. “Jesus, is that thing for real? Dane, I think he’s at least as big as you!”
Danger! Warning! I needed to get back to the cabin now, before things got too crazy. I was only wearing board shorts and a t-shirt, and there was no way to hide what was about to happen if I didn’t escape.
“Sorry guys, my boyfriend is calling,” I said. “Maybe another time?”
My dick wasn’t hard, yet, but it was on its way, and I needed to adjust before walking became impossible.
“Anytime,” the ginger shouted. “I’m a fucking size queen and Dane is VERY competitive!”
Somehow I extracted myself, shifted the Problem Child to a better angle, and staggered off to find my cabin. The main corridors were pretty full and it was only about 11pm, but somehow I found my floor and then our room.
“Where did you go?” Stevie said. “I woke up half an hour ago and you were gone.”
“You were passed out drunk, so I decided to see if I could catch up,” I said grumpily. Even I could hear the slurring in my words.
“Sorry,” he said. “Guess you were successful.”
“I got hit on,” I said as I pulled off my shoes.
“And?” There was a bit of ice in his tone.
“They offered a threesome,” I said, shucking my shirt. “I almost said yes.”
“Huh. So why didn’t you?”
“Because I’m here with you, dummy.” I pulled my shorts off and my dick began to erect in earnest.
“Damn right you are. Besides, with that thing, you’ve already got a threesome. You, me, and him.”
“Well one of us was too drunk to do anything a few hours ago,” I said.
“Yeah, well, sorry. I thought we were both drunk.”
“We were. Now I guess I’m drunker than you are,” I said.
“Hey, I’m sorry. But this is kind of dumb. You are just grumpy because you wanted a fuck and I was out of it. So let me guess: you got more attention than you bargained for.”
Shit, he was right.
“”And then you started to get a boner the size of Cleveland, so you ran back here.”
“Yeah.”
“How much did you have?” He said, pulling me into bed by the dick.
“Like three more?”
“I remember about five each before we came back here,” he said, counting them on his left hand.
“Sounds about right.”
“Guess you do have some limits,” he said, and kissed me hard.
“Mmmph,” I said. “I wanted YOU,” I said.
“You got me,” Stevie replied. “So we should fool around and then get some sleep, okay?”
Ten minutes later, we had a lovely orgasm together and fell asleep.
*****
The next day was all at sea, and we somehow escaped the hangovers we expected. I persuaded him to join me and check out the gym, after we fucked and ate breakfast. It was surprisingly decent.
“Wouldn’t kill you to put a little meat on your bones,” I teased.
“I’ve never been much of a gym rat,” he said.
“Maybe you just needed the right trainer,” I said.
“Just don’t make me do squats,” he said. “My butt’s already big enough.”
But he agreed to do a bit of cardio, and then I walked him through a beginner workout. He wasn’t super enthusiastic, until I reminded him that I’d been doing those same beginner workouts for a couple months when we met, before I had my little fountain of youth moment.
Eventually he said he was done, and just wanted to watch me work out. By that point there were more people in the gym anyway, including quite a few athletic guys. I began to do a more usual workout for me, which mostly meant I was close to the maximum loads for most of the machines. The music was good and I felt like showing off for my man, and I got into the zone.
For another 45 minutes, I hit all the stations I could, while Stevie sipped his smoothie and watched with rapt attention. I only had eyes for him, so I didn’t notice how the other patrons watched, and stared, and adjusted themselves.
We showered and headed off to get a snack before loafing at the pool for a while. We had too much fun slathering lotion all over each other, but after an hour in the hot sun, we decided to look for other activities — after a quick return to our cabin for some nookie. Then the casino and the shops for a bit, then dinner, then a show…all the while ignoring the stares we got. Let’s not forget, Stevie was hot and packing, and I was huge, and it was a gay cruise.
*****
It was the third day when I noticed my shirt was a little snug. My new shirt.
Let me backtrack a bit.
We’d pulled into port overnight, and it was one of those ports of call where you are technically in the Caribbean, but you’re basically in a little beach and pile of tourist shops that exist purely to serve cruise ships. Our whole plan was to sleep in, eat, and then go swim in blue water and sip drinks on a tropical beach. We had t-shirts and swim trunks, a bag with some lotion and towels, and not much else beside a bit of cash for impulse buys. It was blazing hot, and after a short while I decided to go for a swim.
Stevie had way too much fun spraying me down with waterproof sunscreen, complaining that I was using it all up because I had so much surface area. But he wasn’t much of a swimmer, and was very much enjoying relaxing on shore. So I smooched him and then I traipsed off into the surf, oblivious to the stares of maybe fifty fellow tourists. I didn’t really notice until I looked back to try to find Stevie, and suddenly I felt dozens of pairs of eyes, some hidden behind sunglasses or hats, but many blatantly watching.
I was caught a bit off guard when one of the men on shore began to whistle and clap, and his little group of friends joined in. I was emerging from the water looking a lot like Daniel Craig in that first Bond flick, but the big difference was that Daniel Craig wasn’t carrying quite the same weapon as I was. I glanced down and realized my flaccid dick made for an insane bulge, which hadn’t been noticeable with a dry suit, but wet? It looked like someone tried to shrink wrap a zucchini from my crotch to my hip bone. I’d put on a hell of a show.
Red faced, I hurried back to Stevie, who had fallen asleep.
“Stevie,” I said. “You’re on my towel, hon.”
He blinked awake, shook the fuzziness from his skull, and then took me in.
“Shit, Caleb. Those don’t leave much to the imagination when they’re soaked.”
“Apparently half the beach noticed before we did,” I said.
“On the bright side, they’re not white,” he said. Then he squinted at me thoughtfully. “Damn, you look hot as hell.”
“It’s about 95 degrees out here,” I said, wrapping my towel around my waist for modesty. I yawned and stretched, flexing unconsciously as I did so.
“No, I mean YOU. You look amazing. If I didn’t know better, I’d wonder if you started the treatment again. You look huge!”
He wasn’t wrong; I felt pretty big, and the salami in my trunks was no exception. But it had been at least a day since we’d hit the cruise ship gym, so I could rule out lingering effects of that pump.
“It’s probably the light,” I said.
“If you say so.”
We lay there for a while until Stevie decided to go splash around in the waves a bit. I was feeling self conscious about how little these shorts hid my cock, so I stayed where I was. But even then, I could feel the eyes on me. I was definitely being ogled, and though I tried to tune it out, people weren’t exactly subtle. Several folks suddenly had a burning need to walk right past me. Problem was, I was apparently developing a hint of a fetish for that sort of appreciation. And once my dick started revving up, well, it created a logistical problem. I pulled on the tee, figuring I would use that to help keep my junk out of direct view, but it felt super snug in the shoulders. If I tried to hide a foot and a half of steel under that tee, you’d notice.
Stevie came back just in time; I sensed the couple behind me edging their way toward me.
“Too hot now. Wanna beat the rush and go back to freshen up before formal dinner tonight?”
“Sounds good, but I need a minute here,” I said. “I don’t think I can walk just yet.”
After ten minutes, not much had changed other than a growing sense of being ogled. Stevie got a cup of ice water and “accidentally “ spilled it on me, hoping the shock would soften me up — and it helped, thank goodness. Sensing our window, we packed and headed back to the ship with Stevie’s towel thrown over my shoulder to help cover up my dick, should it get unruly. Luckily it stayed semi-soft til we got back to the cabin.
At which point we dove for the bed and began our afternoon session, followed by a nap. There wasn’t any way two of us could fit into the shower together, not given how much of it I took up. While Stevie was in the bathroom, I pulled my new shirt out and shrugged it on.
It was a little tight.
It hadn’t been tight two days ago. I think I was still lost in thought when Stevie merged and gasped.
*****
Miami was fabulous but very hot. Both temperature wise and in terms of eye candy.
And where we stayed was a very gay area. Wherever you looked, there were fit young men, fit middle aged men, fit older men, and loads of bears and twinks, all showing off on the beach. We indulged in huge drinks, delightful coffee and pastries, heaping piles of Cuban food. Took in the sights. Quickly realized we would be taking advantage of overpriced cruise laundry service because we were sweating through everything. And in the evening, we fucked like rabbits — very sweaty ones.
By the time we boarded the cruise, we were already in very happy vacation mode, and the cramped quarters and tiny shower didn’t phase us much.
*****
I’m ashamed to say that we were quite irresponsible that first day on the boat with unlimited drinks. Stevie got completely wasted and passed out, and that left me with a giant dick and no help dealing with it. Since I was also pretty drunk, I decided to suck myself off, and when I was something closer to decent, decided to go for a walk while he slept it off.
It wasn’t my smartest move, in retrospect. I was drunk, annoyed with my boyfriend, and wandering aimlessly on a cruise full of gay men looking for action. Before I realized it, I’d drawn a bit of a crowd as I chatted with a very hot Serbian bartender named Nickola. Men found any excuse to brush against me as they vied for Nickola’s attention. This particular bar was getting very boisterous.
“Hello, Mr Olympia!” Shouted a very handsome ginger, probably in his late 20s. “What’s a hot young slab of beef like you doing sitting alone here?”
“Just watching the people,” I said.
“Well, that’s only fair. Most of them are certainly watching you!!” He threw an arm around me. “Damn, you are one solid boy!”
“Thanks, I guess,” I mumbled.
“Dane! Come here and feel this arm, oh my god!”
Dane, it turns out, was built very much like me, but about a size smaller. He was wearing a very snug polo and he had enormous pecs and thick arms. He was dark haired and had a very Gallic nose, and handsome features.
“What’s your name, stud?” The ginger bubbled.
“Caleb,” I slurred.
“I’m Ritchie. This is my buddy. Dane works out too!”
“Nice to meet you, Caleb,” Dane said, then leaned forward. “You are hot as fuck,” he said in my ear. “And I bet you’re packing as much as I am.”
Oh, I was pretty sure I’d win any such contest. “Thanks,” I said.
“First cruise?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“It’s our third. And speaking of thirds…” he leaned in close, “Ritchie and I are very, very open to some fun, if you’re interested.”
My dick was already starting to chub up, and it twitched as it crept down my leg.
“God damn,” Ritchie said in awe. He reached out and touched me. “Jesus, is that thing for real? Dane, I think he’s at least as big as you!”
Danger! Warning! I needed to get back to the cabin now, before things got too crazy. I was only wearing board shorts and a t-shirt, and there was no way to hide what was about to happen if I didn’t escape.
“Sorry guys, my boyfriend is calling,” I said. “Maybe another time?”
My dick wasn’t hard, yet, but it was on its way, and I needed to adjust before walking became impossible.
“Anytime,” the ginger shouted. “I’m a fucking size queen and Dane is VERY competitive!”
Somehow I extracted myself, shifted the Problem Child to a better angle, and staggered off to find my cabin. The main corridors were pretty full and it was only about 11pm, but somehow I found my floor and then our room.
“Where did you go?” Stevie said. “I woke up half an hour ago and you were gone.”
“You were passed out drunk, so I decided to see if I could catch up,” I said grumpily. Even I could hear the slurring in my words.
“Sorry,” he said. “Guess you were successful.”
“I got hit on,” I said as I pulled off my shoes.
“And?” There was a bit of ice in his tone.
“They offered a threesome,” I said, shucking my shirt. “I almost said yes.”
“Huh. So why didn’t you?”
“Because I’m here with you, dummy.” I pulled my shorts off and my dick began to erect in earnest.
“Damn right you are. Besides, with that thing, you’ve already got a threesome. You, me, and him.”
“Well one of us was too drunk to do anything a few hours ago,” I said.
“Yeah, well, sorry. I thought we were both drunk.”
“We were. Now I guess I’m drunker than you are,” I said.
“Hey, I’m sorry. But this is kind of dumb. You are just grumpy because you wanted a fuck and I was out of it. So let me guess: you got more attention than you bargained for.”
Shit, he was right.
“”And then you started to get a boner the size of Cleveland, so you ran back here.”
“Yeah.”
“How much did you have?” He said, pulling me into bed by the dick.
“Like three more?”
“I remember about five each before we came back here,” he said, counting them on his left hand.
“Sounds about right.”
“Guess you do have some limits,” he said, and kissed me hard.
“Mmmph,” I said. “I wanted YOU,” I said.
“You got me,” Stevie replied. “So we should fool around and then get some sleep, okay?”
Ten minutes later, we had a lovely orgasm together and fell asleep.
*****
The next day was all at sea, and we somehow escaped the hangovers we expected. I persuaded him to join me and check out the gym, after we fucked and ate breakfast. It was surprisingly decent.
“Wouldn’t kill you to put a little meat on your bones,” I teased.
“I’ve never been much of a gym rat,” he said.
“Maybe you just needed the right trainer,” I said.
“Just don’t make me do squats,” he said. “My butt’s already big enough.”
But he agreed to do a bit of cardio, and then I walked him through a beginner workout. He wasn’t super enthusiastic, until I reminded him that I’d been doing those same beginner workouts for a couple months when we met, before I had my little fountain of youth moment.
Eventually he said he was done, and just wanted to watch me work out. By that point there were more people in the gym anyway, including quite a few athletic guys. I began to do a more usual workout for me, which mostly meant I was close to the maximum loads for most of the machines. The music was good and I felt like showing off for my man, and I got into the zone.
For another 45 minutes, I hit all the stations I could, while Stevie sipped his smoothie and watched with rapt attention. I only had eyes for him, so I didn’t notice how the other patrons watched, and stared, and adjusted themselves.
We showered and headed off to get a snack before loafing at the pool for a while. We had too much fun slathering lotion all over each other, but after an hour in the hot sun, we decided to look for other activities — after a quick return to our cabin for some nookie. Then the casino and the shops for a bit, then dinner, then a show…all the while ignoring the stares we got. Let’s not forget, Stevie was hot and packing, and I was huge, and it was a gay cruise.
*****
It was the third day when I noticed my shirt was a little snug. My new shirt.
Let me backtrack a bit.
We’d pulled into port overnight, and it was one of those ports of call where you are technically in the Caribbean, but you’re basically in a little beach and pile of tourist shops that exist purely to serve cruise ships. Our whole plan was to sleep in, eat, and then go swim in blue water and sip drinks on a tropical beach. We had t-shirts and swim trunks, a bag with some lotion and towels, and not much else beside a bit of cash for impulse buys. It was blazing hot, and after a short while I decided to go for a swim.
Stevie had way too much fun spraying me down with waterproof sunscreen, complaining that I was using it all up because I had so much surface area. But he wasn’t much of a swimmer, and was very much enjoying relaxing on shore. So I smooched him and then I traipsed off into the surf, oblivious to the stares of maybe fifty fellow tourists. I didn’t really notice until I looked back to try to find Stevie, and suddenly I felt dozens of pairs of eyes, some hidden behind sunglasses or hats, but many blatantly watching.
I was caught a bit off guard when one of the men on shore began to whistle and clap, and his little group of friends joined in. I was emerging from the water looking a lot like Daniel Craig in that first Bond flick, but the big difference was that Daniel Craig wasn’t carrying quite the same weapon as I was. I glanced down and realized my flaccid dick made for an insane bulge, which hadn’t been noticeable with a dry suit, but wet? It looked like someone tried to shrink wrap a zucchini from my crotch to my hip bone. I’d put on a hell of a show.
Red faced, I hurried back to Stevie, who had fallen asleep.
“Stevie,” I said. “You’re on my towel, hon.”
He blinked awake, shook the fuzziness from his skull, and then took me in.
“Shit, Caleb. Those don’t leave much to the imagination when they’re soaked.”
“Apparently half the beach noticed before we did,” I said.
“On the bright side, they’re not white,” he said. Then he squinted at me thoughtfully. “Damn, you look hot as hell.”
“It’s about 95 degrees out here,” I said, wrapping my towel around my waist for modesty. I yawned and stretched, flexing unconsciously as I did so.
“No, I mean YOU. You look amazing. If I didn’t know better, I’d wonder if you started the treatment again. You look huge!”
He wasn’t wrong; I felt pretty big, and the salami in my trunks was no exception. But it had been at least a day since we’d hit the cruise ship gym, so I could rule out lingering effects of that pump.
“It’s probably the light,” I said.
“If you say so.”
We lay there for a while until Stevie decided to go splash around in the waves a bit. I was feeling self conscious about how little these shorts hid my cock, so I stayed where I was. But even then, I could feel the eyes on me. I was definitely being ogled, and though I tried to tune it out, people weren’t exactly subtle. Several folks suddenly had a burning need to walk right past me. Problem was, I was apparently developing a hint of a fetish for that sort of appreciation. And once my dick started revving up, well, it created a logistical problem. I pulled on the tee, figuring I would use that to help keep my junk out of direct view, but it felt super snug in the shoulders. If I tried to hide a foot and a half of steel under that tee, you’d notice.
Stevie came back just in time; I sensed the couple behind me edging their way toward me.
“Too hot now. Wanna beat the rush and go back to freshen up before formal dinner tonight?”
“Sounds good, but I need a minute here,” I said. “I don’t think I can walk just yet.”
After ten minutes, not much had changed other than a growing sense of being ogled. Stevie got a cup of ice water and “accidentally “ spilled it on me, hoping the shock would soften me up — and it helped, thank goodness. Sensing our window, we packed and headed back to the ship with Stevie’s towel thrown over my shoulder to help cover up my dick, should it get unruly. Luckily it stayed semi-soft til we got back to the cabin.
At which point we dove for the bed and began our afternoon session, followed by a nap. There wasn’t any way two of us could fit into the shower together, not given how much of it I took up. While Stevie was in the bathroom, I pulled my new shirt out and shrugged it on.
It was a little tight.
It hadn’t been tight two days ago. I think I was still lost in thought when Stevie merged and gasped.
*****
