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Bisexual > Adventure on the High Seas
By JT Clarke,
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The week I take vacation has got to be the week I look forward to
most during the year. I realize most people look forward to their
vacation, but I think I look forward to mine more so than most. You
see, I have a very stressful job as a stock broker, and when I go on
vacation, at least for a week, I can forget about stock prices,
market projections, and the value of the dollar versus the franc
versus the pound. Ah yes, when I go on vacation, I don"t think about
anything but sun, sand, surf, and the half-naked men enjoying all of
these things just like myself.
I normally go to the same little Jamaican resort every year to spend
a week. I have been going to the same place for years because I know
I can relax and not be bothered. The staff is very attentive and
very discreet. Both important qualities to a single, gay man
enjoying himself on vacation. As much as I enjoy the resort at which
I normally spend my vacation, this year I decided to do something
different. Instead of going to Jamaica, I decided to take a
Caribbean cruise. My best friend and his wife had been on one the
summer before and just went on and on about how wonderful it was.
They talked about how friendly the staff was and how good the food
was. They could have gone to work for the cruise line. They sold
me! So I decided to skip my favorite Jamaican resort and enjoy a
week on the high seas. It would prove to be one of the best
decisions I ever made.
The ship I was sailing on was the SS Luxury and debarked from Miami,
Florida. It was very aptly named. The ship was gorgeous! There
were three sun decks, two swimming pools, a walking track, a putting
green, a half dozen casinos, shops, dinning rooms, restaurants,
clubs, a beauty salon, a gym, a spa, and many more amenities one
might enjoy while on vacation. And there was more staff than you
could shake a stick at. There must have been one staff person for
every four guests. The moment I stepped foot on board, I knew I was
going to enjoy myself.
One of the first things I did once I got on board was to find my
cabin and unpack. I wanted to find my bathing suit so I could hit
one of the sun decks as soon as possible. I located my skimpiest
bikini bathing suit and started to get undressed. As I got ready to
put my bathing suit on, I stopped to notice myself in the full-length
mirror on the closet door. I took a moment to take a good, long look
at my body—not bad for a man of 34. I"ve got a head full of red hair
with just a hint of gray at the temples, and I must admit that I"ve
taken care of myself over the years. Working on the stock exchange,
I had to find some way by which to relieve the daily stress. I used
the gym. And all these years at the gym had paid off. I"ve
developed a very muscular 6"3 frame. My pecs are well defined with
just a hint of red fuzz that begins at my collarbone and ends in the
mass of my red bush. I"ve got a nice set of washboard abs, and my
legs aren"t too bad either. And not that working out at the gym had
anything to do with it, but I"m kinda proud of the 7" dick that hangs
between my legs too. All in all, I guess you could say I"ve held up
pretty well over the years.
As I was coming to the end of my brief narcissistic moment, there was
a knock at the door. I quickly pulled on my bathing suit, taking an
extra moment to carefully tuck my penis away so it wouldn"t pop out
at the most inopportune of moments (it had been known to do that from
time to time).
I opened the door and nearly had one of those inopportune moments
because my dick immediately went on full alert. Standing at my cabin
door was one of the most gorgeous men I"d ever seen in my life. It
took me a moment to regain my composure and focus in on what he was
saying. He introduced himself as Eros and explained that he was my
cabin steward for the week. I asked him to come in and quickly
excused myself to find a robe so I could cover a very uncooperative
hard on.
When I returned, I introduced myself to Eros. I noticed his nametag
indicated he was from Greece. Trying to make small talk and cover my
embarrassment from earlier, I asked Eros where he was from in
Greece. He explained he was from a little village named Kerkira. He
spoke with a very heavy accent, and I knew I was hooked. I have a
thing for ethnic men—a BIG thing. There"s something about a tall,
dark, handsome man that drives me wild. Some of the best lovers I"ve
ever had have been ethnic men, so I"m always on the lookout for
potential "encounters."
Eros was beautiful. He must have been about 23 years old. He was a
couple inches taller than I was. He had long wavy hair that reached
his shoulders, and his eyes looked jet-black. His skin was flawless,
and I couldn"t help but notice the bulge he was sportin in his
steward"s uniform. I made up my mind that I"d get a closer look at
that a little later on.
Eros took a few minutes to explain his duties for the week. He
explained that he"d clean my room daily, change the linens, and turn
down my bed each night by 10:00 PM. He also explained that if I
needed anything (he looked me square in the eyes when he said,
anything) that I should not hesitate to call.
I couldn"t notice that he took a moment to look me up and down before
he left the room. I quickly closed the door behind him because my
dick quickly sprang back up and I knew there was some business I"d
need to take care of before I went to the sun deck.
Over the next several days, I enjoyed all the SS Luxury had to
offer. I ate, swam, sunbathed, gambled, and even had a massage. And
although I hadn"t had the opportunity to run into Eros again, I went
to sleep each night with visions of that Greek god running through my
mind. And I"m not ashamed to admit that Eros had been the object of
more than one masturbation fantasy during the week as well.
As the end of the week came closer, I was determined to have my way
with Eros. I needed something to remember this trip by, and I was
bound and determined Eros"s load up my ass was going to be that
memory. All I had to figure out was when and how.
The when turned out to be easy. I would simply call Eros and tell
him I need fresh towels. The how would prove to be more difficult.
Although I thought I noticed Eros checking me out that first day, I
wasn"t certain he was gay. I guess I"d have to play it by ear when
he brought my towels. I mean, if I could talk stingy businessmen
into spending millions on a stock prospect, I ought to be able to
talk my way into one Greek god"s pants. Right?
About 7:00 one evening, I called the steward"s quarters and asked for
Eros. One of the other stewards told me Eros was delivering
something to another guest at the moment, but he"d have him call me
the minute he returned. Not five minutes later the telephone rang.
It was Eros. I asked him to bring towels as soon as possible because
I needed to shower and dress for dinner. He said he"d have them
there in five minutes. In less than two minutes, there was a knock
at the door. I quickly stripped and put on my robe. I loosely tied
it and let it drape open to my belly button.

I opened the door to let Eros in with the towels. He did a very poor
job concealing his surprise as he looked at me standing there in my
robe, and likewise, I did a very poor job concealing my lust as I
looked at him standing there in my doorway wearing those tight, black
uniform pants.
I let him in and he high tailed it to the bathroom to put the towels
away. I was in close pursuit. As I was walking behind him to the
bathroom, I let my robe drop to the floor. After all, I only had one
more night on the ship, I would never see this guy again and quite
frankly, I wanted Eros to fuck the living shit out of me. So as Eros
was putting the towels up on the shelf, I walked up behind him and
placed my chin on his shoulder, making sure to press my substantial
hard on up against his ass. He didn"t flinch. He didn"t pull away.
He just pressed back to me and let out a moan that let me know we
were about to fuck and fuck good.
I reached around Eros and began unbuttoning his jacket. I let that
drop to the floor and then went for his shirt. I unbuttoned his
shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. As I pulled it down, I began
kissing his beautiful brown skin. I started rubbing his torso up and
down and noticed how smooth he was. As I was exploring his body, I
pulled his head back and shoved my tongue so far down his throat, I
swear I tasted his dinner.
I turned my Greek god around and pushed his ass up against the sink.
I immediately dropped to my knees and began licking the growing bulge
in his pants. My god that thing was big. I couldn"t wait to unleash
it and feel it slide down my throat. After another minute or two of
licking Eros through his trousers, I unzipped his fly and released
what had to be the biggest dick I"d ever seen in my life. It must
have been at least 11 inches, and had a very munchable foreskin that
completely covered the head and then some.
I peeled back the foreskin and went to work. I love to suck dick—
especially the dick of a dark-skinned man. As I worked my way down
Eros"s shaft, he let out little moans that let me know he appreciated
what I was doing. I licked and lapped his furry ball sack, taking
each nut into my mouth individually and sucking and biting the sack
just a little bit.
The more I sucked the more precum that leaked out of the head of
Eros"s cock. I drank most of his precum down and used some to lube
my own throbbing cock. When I was done sucking, I turned Eros around
to have a look at his ass. Like his chest, his ass was perfectly
smooth. I spread his firm brown cheeks and blew just a little on the
brown pucker buried in his crack. His pucker winked hello at me and
I gave it a long, wet kiss hello. I spread the lips of his ass and
stuck my tongue up his hole as far as it would go. I love the feel
of a man"s ass wrapped around my tongue. I love that smooth, silky
feeling on the tip of my tongue as I rim a guy out for all he"s worth.
By this time, Eros was bumping and grinding and moaning like he was
about to explode. Taking pity on the poor boy, I stood up and turned
him around to face me. As soon as I did, he dropped to his knees and
attacked my cock like a newborn babe on its mother"s tit. He
swallowed my entire dick to the root in one try and immediately went
to work on the head. I could feel the head of my prick buried in the
back of his throat. As he sucked my cock, he also slapped my ass
cheeks. Obviously, this boy liked it rough, and that was fine with
me. I wanted him to use his 11-inch monster to rip my asshole wide
open.
As he bobbed up and down on my dick, Eros worked his way to my
asshole with his finger. I could feel him getting closer and that
made my cock even harder. Eventually he found ground zero and that
made my cock swell ten-fold. I could feel it grow in his mouth as he
fingered and teased my asshole. After a while, he finally stuck two
fingers in my hole—using his own precum as lube. He didn"t need to
use more than two because no amount of stretching my hole was going
to get me ready for his dick that was currently scraping the bathroom
floor.
When Eros felt like he"d sufficiently stretched my ass, he stood up,
shoved my pelvis against the counter, and bent me over at the waist.
He then got down on his knees, spread my ass cheeks, and began to
tongue fuck my ass. I went fucking nuts! I thought, "if he"s this
good with his tongue, damn I can"t wait to feel his dick."
I didn"t have to wait long. When Eros felt like my ass was good and
wet, he stood up, peeled back his foreskin, and pressed the head of
his dick against my ass lips. I didn"t even have time to brace for
the impact. Instead of working himself into my ass gently—giving me
time to get used to his size—he shoved his entire dick into my ass in
one long, fluid motion.
I felt like I sucked in every bit of air in the room. I"d never even
been fucked with a dick this big, much less been impaled on one with
no warning. My ass screamed in agony. I thought my hole was going
to revolt and push him back out. Eros would have none of that
though. He stood motionless for all of 30 seconds and then he began
to ride my ass. Slowly at first, and then building speed and
intensity with each stroke. He kept sliding his mammoth cock in and
out of my ass without mercy. He had me bent over and he was holding
me down by the shoulders. I couldn"t move, and it took all I could
do to keep my knees locked so they wouldn"t buckle. That beautiful,
Greek boy rode me like I was the last piece of ass on earth. And you
know what? I loved every single minute of it. It hurt like hell at
first, but once my ass stretched to accommodate him, it was nothing
but pure pleasure.
Neither of us said a word. All that could be heard was a series of
grunts, moans, and pants. What could I say, "fuck me!" He was
already doing that. What could he say, "take it, bitch!" I was
already doing that. Basically there was nothing to be said, so we
said nothing. We simply stood in the tiny bathroom of my cabin and
fucked like two wild animals.
Since Eros"s cock was so big and my ass was so tight, it wasn"t long
before he was ready to shoot. He did so without warning. I heard
one final grunt and then felt his hot load catapult up into my ass.
I thought I felt the impact on the back of my throat. The boy could
have killed a deer with the force of that load.
Not being one to waste anything, I clamped my ass down on his dick
while he slid it in and out a few more times. I wanted to feel every
drop of his fuck juice in my hole. Once he had gone soft, he gently
slid his cock out of my swollen ass and bit my neck. We were both
spent.
Since I hadn"t shot my load yet, Eros turned me around and got down
on his knees. I was perfectly content to shoot my load all over his
smooth chest, but he had other ideas. He again swallowed my cock to
the root and proceeded to bob up and down on my dick. It was only a
matter of seconds before I was ready to shoot. He pulled off until
his lips were wrapped around the head of my dick and waited. I shot
what felt like a gallon of hot, sticky cum into his mouth. He didn"t
spill a drop. He drank my cum down like a thirsty man at a fountain.
When both our spasms subsided, Eros quickly dressed himself, gave me
a long, deep, throaty kiss, and left. I took a hot shower and
dressed for dinner.
My ass was sore long after I disembarked from the SS Luxury, but I
didn"t mind. I wanted a vivid reminder of my trip and I had one.
All I had to do was touch the swollen area between my ass cheeks and
the memories of Eros and his Greek dick come painfully flooding back
to me.
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