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  “Turn around,” he demanded, already turning me around by himself.

  I stepped out of my jeans and did as he said. I faced the tree, resting my hands between it and my chest. Nigel reached around and stroked my cock while burying his face into my ass. As his tongue found my tight pucker, I closed my eyes and rested my head against the tree. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I’d never had so much as a hand job in a public place before. It felt like someone was standing behind us watching, but I didn’t care anymore.

  Behind the tree was a narrow bench. Before having a chance to catch my breath from Nigel eating my ass, he’d wrapped a hand around my waist and lifted me over to the bench. He picked up my shirt and jeans and threw them across the wood for me to lie on, then pushed me down on my back. He loosened the string on the front of his pants to free his cock. It flopped out like a huge meaty sausage. My jaws ached at just the thought of sucking it. Hell, I would have loved to have tried but there was no time.

  Nigel was raising my legs up over his shoulders and straddling the bench between my legs. He spat into the palm of his hand and freshened his spit already between my buttocks. I gripped my hands under each side of the bench as he entered me. He slowly snaked his long cock inside, gently waiting for the sphincter to loosen and give way. My legs spasmed from trying to balance on the bench but it didn’t matter. The feel of Nigel slowly beginning to pump my ass changed all that.

  I loved the way he growled as he fucked me. I turned my head to see who had been watching us. A muscled shirtless guy was now leaning against the tree and watching. I couldn’t see his face, but he was fingering a tit with one hand and stroking his bulge with the other. I licked my lips as I watched him. He quickly whipped out his cock and stroked it to attention. He approached the bench and offered it to me. I accepted it willingly. The stranger cupped the back of my head in his hand and fucked my face while Nigel grunted and fucked my ass even harder.

  “Suck that cock, boy,” Nigel yelled.

  His verbal commands thrilled me even more. Soon, the hot stranger had pulled his cock out of my throat and was shooting his warm jizz across my face and chest. The sight of it must have exited Nigel because he yanked his cock out of me and shot his load up across my cock and stomach. Using his come for lube, he took my cock in the palm of his hand and began stroking. In just a few seconds, I exploded.

  My load shot up my chest and hit my own face. The sexy stranger grinned at the sight of my relief, then packaged up his goods and disappeared into the maze again. Nigel fell down across my chest, rubbing our sperm between us and lapping at the mess on my chin with his tongue. The salty taste of myself on his breath when he kissed me and the feel of this bear of a man on top of me still lingered in my mind the next morning.

  “How was last night?” George asked when I appeared from my bedroom mid-afternoon.

  My ass ached. I could barely walk. Thoughts of the best fuck I’d ever had clouded my thoughts.

  “Amazing,” I managed to say.

  “I thought so too,” George said.

  “What?”

  “Oh, nothing.”

  “Were you that—”

  “Was I what?”

  I was speechless, and a bit embarrassed. But it didn’t matter now. I wanted to go back to bed and relieve last night in my dreams.

  “So you going to Boy Bar tonight?” George asked, changing the subject.

  “What’s Boy Bar?” I asked. “I’m going back to the Pipeline.”

  Rock the Boat

  Never offer to take someone on a cruise for their birthday and try to keep the destination a surprise. They will waste time buying the wrong clothes every single time. Trust me. I know. Three days before flying out to the coast, when I assumed we’d be flying down south, I was hitting the malls and sporting good shops for cute swimming trunks, tight tank tops, sandals, and tan lotion.

  As I spent over four hundred dollars in scanty attire, I was lost in day dreams of pool side cocktails and ocean sunsets, all night dancing and luxury dinners, and orgies of smooth tanned skin bathing in the endless rows of deck chairs. Seven days at sea with all those hot gorgeous men headed to the Caribbean, here I come!

  “Alaska.”

  “What?”

  “We’re cruising Alaska,” my best friend Ross decided to tell me. He had bought the cruise for us as a surprise for my thirtieth birthday, but had just now revealed the destination to me. Our plane was leaving in three days.

  “I just spent over one hundred dollars on swimming trunks alone!” I screamed into the phone.

  “I know.”

  “I bought two pair for every day.”

  “I know.”

  “I bought an extra suitcase just for them.”

  “I know.”

  “I bought every freaking color of the gay pride rainbow. Swimming trunks! I wasn’t even going to pack socks or underwear!”

  “I know. That’s why I’m telling you we are going to Alaska.”

  “What should I do?”

  “Did you keep the receipt?”

  “Of course.”

  “Exchange them for socks and underwear.”

  The flight out to Washington State was smooth for me, but it put Ross on edge. It was the farthest he’d ever flown anywhere. We took a cab to the dock where stewards, dressed all in white and holding clipboards, were lined up to check passengers in.

  “Am I supposed to tip you?” Ross asked, blatantly flirting as the steward handed us our boarding passes which were also the keys to our rooms.

  “Well, I am the last person you will see with your luggage,” the steward said in a monotone voice.

  “Tip the man,” I said to Ross with a tap on the shoulder.

  “Did you think that steward is gay?” Ross asked as we boarded the ship.

  “Everyone on the ship is probably gay. Blowing the Captain is probably a staff requirement on this cruise.”

  “God I hope so. I’ve been holding out for a month just for this trip. I haven’t even been jacking off. I can’t wait to get laid.”

  “Somehow I don’t think that will be a problem here,” I said.

  The rooms were bigger than I imagined. I don’t know why I expected us to be cramped into small quarters and sleeping on bunks like deck hands in some sea movie. The rooms were comparable to hotel suites with nice comfy bathrooms, all in white with a window looking out over the water. Ross was easily amused by the hand towels folded and shaped to look like a monkey sitting on the bed.

  “Let’s go look around,” I said after we’d checked out our room.

  I made him promise not to blow his load at least until we were at sea. He made me promise not to fall in love.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “This is a vacation. Have some fun. There will be hundreds of horny guys out there. Don’t spend more than one day with just one of them.”

  “It’s a deal.”

  Most of the guys who were already on ship were up on deck checking out the guys who were still boarding. If this was Mardi gras, they’d be tossing beads. The temperature outside was in the mid-eighties, and I was a bit disappointed to find everyone with their shirt on. Ross and I both were wearing tank tops, showing off our huge arms that all those nights at the gym had rewarded us with. But I knew that as we headed north toward Alaska, the temperature would drop and any sight seeing on board would be over as all the guys would slip into jackets and parkas.

  “Let’s get a drink,” Ross said.

  Most of the mini bars on deck were not yet opened. We ventured inside to check out the ball room. The party inside had definitely already started. The ball room reminded me of some big New York City night club with all the smoke, blinking strobe lights, and ten mirror balls hanging from the ceiling. The dance floor was packed and there were even more guys lining the long bars that framed each side.

  “Damn! Let’s go cruise the cruise,” Ross said. I had a feeling I’d be hearing that quite a bit on this trip.

/>   We squeezed our way through the gyrating crowd to get to the bar. Ross insisted on crossing the busy dance floor to the bar on the other side, instead of just going to the bar that was closer. He wanted as many eyes as possible on him.

  “Nice tattoo,” someone said in my ear at the bar.

  I turned to see a hot Latino-looking guy stroking my arm. He was about a foot shorter than me but just as ripped, if not bigger. He was wearing a silky white shirt unbuttoned down the front showing off his gorgeous pecs and a set of perfect abs right from the pages of a muscle magazine. He had short black buzz cut hair, and brown eyes that were just as creamy as the color of his skin. However, I found it hard to make eye contact with him because I couldn’t stop admiring his body.

  “I’m Claude,” he said.

  “Preston. Nice to meet you.” We shook hands.

  “Is that your boyfriend?” Claude asked nodding to Ross who had already been pulled back onto the dance floor by a group of guys.

  “No. Just a good friend.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that. Are you looking for a boyfriend?”

  “Not on this trip,” I said with a grin as I took a sip of my drink, thinking of the promise I’d made to Ross.

  “I was hoping you’d say that too. So, your tattoo is a cross. Are you a Christian?”

  “Why, Claude, I do believe that’s a nice way of asking me if I’m cut or uncut.”

  He laughed. I couldn’t help but laugh too, but it was a question I’d been asked many times before in the bars so I knew what came next.

  “You got me,” he said with a blush.

  “No big deal.”

  “So…”

  “What?”

  “You gonna tell me?”

  “Maybe you can find out for yourself later.”

  “I’d like that. I’m in 20B, two doors down from the steam rooms. You should stop by after we leave the dock.”

  The music dimmed and there was an announcement that we’d be setting off to sea in exactly one hour. Most of the crowd dispersed to the main deck for a Bon Voyage party. I looked around for Ross and found him tucked between two guys on the floor. He was kissing one of them heavily, and the other was kissing his neck and massaging his shoulders. I just laughed to myself, knowing he probably wouldn’t keep his promise.

  On the deck, Claude and I waved good-bye to land as the crowd cheered and toasted champagne. The sinking sun and endless blue water played a magnificent backdrop to all the men kissing each other with their arms wrapped around one another.

  “Wanna check out the rest of the ship?” Claude asked me.

  “I’ve got six days to do that. I think I’d rather check out that steam room.”

  “I like your idea better.”

  Claude took me by the hand and pulled me through the crowd. He had a cabin to himself. We undressed in front of each other next to his bed with our eyes glued to each other’s bodies. Both of our cocks popped up like springs once we pulled down our briefs.

  “Nice,” Claude said, admiring what he saw.

  I expected to find a thick bush of silky black pubic hair framing a sleeve of foreskin between his legs. To my surprise, Claude was cut as well and his pubes matched his buzz cut stubble. His beautiful cock was extremely thick at the base with a nice little mushroom head glistening with pre-cum. It stuck straight out at least eight inches, a perfect ninety degree angle with his body, with a low hanging ball sack that I couldn’t wait to throttle with my tongue.

  Claude tucked his tool under a crisp white towel and then handed a towel to me. We slipped complimentary flip flops onto our feet, and then Claude took me by the hand again and led me down the hall to the steam room door. Gay men certainly don’t waste time when it comes to getting laid, not even on a cruise ship. Upon entering the steam room, we were greeted by the hot cloudy air and the smacking sound of someone taking it up the ass. Moans and grunts of ecstasy called out from men hidden along the walls beneath the steam. As the thick air parted and we walked forward blindly, I could just glimpse a thigh or a head between someone’s legs.

  Thinking of all these men, hidden and having sex all around us, excited me. I felt my own cock rising to attention beneath my towel. Claude and I managed to find an empty spot on a bench along the back wall and sat down next to each other. We immediately opened our towels. He reached over and began stroking my rock hard cock, his other hand fingering his own. I didn’t want to take the chance of someone approaching us to join in just yet. I got up and dropped to my knees between his legs, wrapping both hands around the base of his cock and guiding it down my throat. With both of his hands on the back of my head, Claude slowly fucked my face almost in rhythm with the slow moving ship. I tugged at his balls and fondled them with my hand.

  Claude pulled himself forward to the edge of the bench, exposing his ass to my fingers. The glistening sweat from all the steam made it easy to slip a finger into his crack. I stroked his tight little pucker with the tip of a finger before coaxing it up inside him. Claude flexed his hip muscles as if he were riding my finger. I continued to tease his meat with my mouth.

  Suddenly, I felt the heat of someone stepping over me. I looked side to side and saw another set of legs straddling my body. Looking up, I could just make out someone offering Claude their cock right over the top of me. The stranger was lost in the steam from the pecs up so I couldn’t see what he looked like, but he was gorgeous from the waist down and had a massive cock that put both Claude and I to shame.

  Claude graciously accepted the offer, taking the rod between his lips and engulfing as much as he could. Looking up and seeing him suck cock turned me on even more as I continued to service him. I eventually freed myself out from under the man bridge and sat next to Claude on the bench again. He pulled my face close to his, forcing the stranger’s cock into my mouth while he sucked and tongued the sides of it. I ran a hand up the ripples of the man’s abs until I had found a tit to pinch. The man pulled my hand to his face and gently began to suckle my fingers with his warm wet mouth. I could feel the tickle of his goatee whiskers against my palm.

  I felt someone sit down on my left and rub their hand up my back. I glimpsed over out of the corner of my eyes and saw a young Asian man smiling at me. He pulled my leg toward him and nodded toward my cock. With a move of my eyes, I gave him the go ahead. He leaned over into my lap and took all of my cock deep into his mouth. In the meantime, Claude had started stroking a huge black cock with his right hand, while still helping me to service the tall stranger. I had never taken part in such a diverse cultural orgy before, but if the rest of the cruise was going to be this exciting I was definitely ready for it.

  The next day my dreaded jacket finally had to be put to use as we reached the icy waters of Alaska. Despite being on a cruise ship full of horny men, I took time to admire the Alaskan wildlife and terrain from the deck. It was amazing to watch the mini avalanches of ice fall into the water like someone chipping away at ice to fill a bucket for a party.

  “It’s all the steam from the hot men on this ship. That’s what is melting the glaciers today,” Ross said. As predicted, he had not kept his promise. He had not even made it to the deck to say good-bye to land yesterday. I was pretty sure this was the first time he’d been outside since we’d been on board. I rolled my eyes at his cheesy comment.

  “Catch ya later stud,” he said as he walked back inside to search for his next lay. He was singing that old “Rock the Boat” song from the Hues Corporation as he walked away. “Rock the boat, don’t rock the boat baby…”

  I stayed at the railing to admire the chunks of white snow and ice floating in the water, attempting to have at least one single serene moment to myself to take away from the trip. The monotony of cocks would supply me with many stories to brag about back home in the bar with friends; I wanted something else to take home for myself. The raw beauty of Alaska and the tranquil feeling that came over me was it.

  “Hey Preston,” a voice called out from behind me.


  I turned to find Claude standing there. I blushed a little, but he probably couldn’t tell because I’m sure my whole face was already red from the chill in the air.

  “How’s it going, Claude?”

  “Better now that I found you.”

  “Oh?”

  “I was hoping we could finish where we left off yesterday. Just you and me this time.”

  “Are you always this forward?”

  “Hey, I can’t help it. I like what I see, and I definitely liked yesterday in the steam room. Too much of a good thing?”

  “Not at all! Let’s go to your room,” I said.

  If everything had not been bolted down, lamps and furniture would have been tossed about. Once we reached his room, Claude pounced on me like a tiger just as I was taking off my jacket. With his arms wrapped around me and his lips firmly planted on mine, he wrestled me to his bed. I managed to pull myself away long enough to catch a breath. Claude ripped my shirt open to expose my chest. He then moved down to work on my jeans which were already growing in the crotch.

  I helped him push my jeans down and free my cock. It didn’t stay that way long as he immediately swallowed it up in his warm wet mouth. His suction was so hard it raised my heartbeat and almost made me come. I could feel the blood coursing through my veins. I buckled beneath him to get him to release my cock from the confines of his tight lips.

  Without missing a beat, Claude flipped me over and cupped my buttocks with his hands. He spread them apart to expose my hole to his face. I tightened my sphincter muscles to tease him. He buried his tongue into my backside and shook his face to force me to loosen it. The pleasure of that sensation made me give up. Claude lathered my pucker with his saliva and was soon gliding a finger deep inside. I contracted my muscles, fucking his hand and eagerly inviting him to slide in a second finger. His fingers and tongue traded places back and forth several times until I couldn’t stand it any longer.

  “Fuck me, Claude. C’mon. Fuck my ass,” I yelled out.