From the very instant our eyes met, I was captivated by his aura of shyness and innocence. There was an enigmatic quality about him that stirred my curiosity, a yearning to delve into the depths of his thoughts and emotions that hid beneath his reserved exterior. It was a sensation that eluded definition, one that both fascinated and unsettled me.
As I stepped onto the cruise ship with my girlfriend and her family, a profound unease settled within me. They saw me as her perfect match, the future husband. I loved her, yet a part of me felt aching emptiness as if a crucial piece was missing from the puzzle of my life. The conflict between my love for her and the stirring of a new, unexpected attraction was tearing me apart.
The second time I saw him on the ship was also our second day at sea. It was early in the morning. I had gotten up to walk the deck before the crowds of people gathered around the pools. It was like a scene right out of Titanic. He was leaning against the railing, staring off into the distance.
I took the opportunity to really get a good look at him. He was tall and slender, but I couldn’t get a good read on his body. He was wearing a baggy shirt and shorts, and the sun was beaming down on his short, flaming Auburn hair, casting a halo around his head. He wore these thick black glasses, but I could still see his piercing green eyes through them, eyes that seemed to hold a world of untold stories.
I approached him with measured steps, feigning casualness, as if I had no other destination. He must have sensed my presence, for he turned, and our gazes locked. He was a sight to behold. He acknowledged me with a slight nod and a friendly smile. His simple gesture set the tone for the rest of my day. I managed a polite wave in return, my voice trapped in my throat, afraid it would betray the depth of my feelings.
That afternoon, I found myself having lunch alone. My girlfriend and her mom had afternoon massages. I didn’t find her father’s company all that enjoyable. He was a Southern Baptist minister, and all his conversations somehow or another involved God.
I had a table to myself. I was staring at the blue ocean when something made me look up. There he was, standing there, looking for somewhere to sit and enjoy his meal. The wind was blowing, and his hair, albeit short, was blowing with the wind. He looked in my direction, and I smiled at him. It was a friendly smile. Nothing about it screamed homoerotic.
He must have felt like I was friendly because he began walking in my direction. I tried to play it cool, but I was excited. I watched him without staring as he moved. He walked with this calmness that could center anyone.
“Hey,” he said. “Mind if I join you? Not anywhere for me to sit.”
“Yea. Sure,” I said nervously. I had to calm myself. I couldn’t understand why he made me feel so nervous.
He extended his hand, “I’m Thackery, by the way.”
I shook his hand and tried to make a joke, “Oh, Thackery Binx!”
“Don’t call me that,” he said with a certain firmness in his voice.
I threw my hands up, “Sorry.”
For a split second, he was quiet, and then he started to laugh. He had the most infectious laugh. I couldn’t help myself. I had to laugh as well. Even though I had no idea what we were laughing at.
“I’m kidding. What’s your name?”
“I’m DeMarcus. Everyone calls me Dee.”
We lost track of time. We talked about almost everything under the sun—discussions about anime, school, sports, music, etc. I felt comfortable around him, and I think he felt the same way. I knew we had spent way too much time together when I saw my girlfriend marching towards us. She had this furious look on her face. She stormed right over to us.
“Where have you been? You were supposed to meet us hours ago,” she said rather rudely.
I stammered, “I-I’m sorry. I guess I-I lost track of time.”
“It’s my fault. I was talking and just unloading my drama, and Marcus here was nice enough to listen. Thank you, and hopefully, I’ll see you around again,” Thackery said as he got up from the table.
My girlfriend eyed him up and down. He gave us both a warm and friendly smile, and then he left us. For some reason, his smile warmed my heart. It was like I had butterflies around him.
That night, I tossed and turned in my sleep. My dreams were running wild with me. I dreamed I was in a field running, and Thackery was chasing me. He caught me, and we rolled around and played in the grass. He landed on top of me. We found ourselves staring into each other’s eyes. He slowly moved in for a kiss. Just as our lips were about to touch, I woke up.
I woke up in a sweat. My girlfriend was sound asleep next to me. I lifted the covers, and my cock was fully erect. It was standing at full attention and forming a tent in my underwear. I knew I needed to cum in order to sleep. I began to play with myself. I twisted my hand around the head of my cock. As I stroked myself, all these nasty thoughts of Thackery danced through my head. I didn’t want to think about him sexually, but the thoughts made my dick feel better than it had ever felt before.
The nastier my thoughts became, the harder I jacked my cock. I began to leak precum all over my stomach. Thoughts of touching him and seeing him naked fueled my session. I ran my hand over my heavy nuts, and then the thought of his cock sliding inside of me set me off. I stifled my moans, and my cock burst all over my chest.
I got up early the following morning to clear my mind. I didn’t want to risk running into Thackery, so I decided not to walk the deck. I went to the gym and decided to hit the sauna. I stripped out of my clothing and wrapped a towel around my waist.
The room was full of steam. I could barely see anything or anyone. I found a little corner through the steam and took a seat. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to relax and enjoy the heat. My mind was blank and thoughtless when someone cleared their throat.
“Are you stalking me,” Thackery asked.
The sound of his voice was alarming and soothing. I slowly opened my eyes and looked to my right. The steam parted and revealed him to me. I was impressed by his body. His muscles and abs were brilliant to behold. I would have never thought such a beautiful and well-maintained body lived under those baggy clothes.
I moved my eyes lower. He was sitting with his leg propped up and his body towards me. I could see underneath his towel. His cock was just hanging. It was fat and juicy. He was cut with trimmed red pubes. I was left speechless and mesmerized by him. I forced myself to pull my eyes from his cock. He was staring at me.
“Yeah, you’re stalking me,” he said.
I quickly looked away from him. I didn’t want him to know that I had enjoyed seeing him spread open like that before me.
“What,” I asked. “I’m not stalking you. I didn’t know you were here.”
“It’s okay if you are,” he said.
“Well, I’m not,” I barked. I quickly jumped up to leave.
He stood up and blocked the door. We stood there staring at one another for several minutes. The tension was thick. We were both running hot with passion. The steam seemed to be making things more intense than they already were. It was obvious that we both felt some sort of spark or attraction toward the other. It was just confusing for me.
“I was hoping I’d see you again today,” he said. “You’re the only friend I’ve made on this ship so far.”
I smiled nervously, “Well, we should mingle with more people. Make more friends.”
“What if you’re the only friend I want,” he asked as he ran his finger down my chest.
I swallowed and watched him guide his finger down my body. My breathing increased as I watched his towel fall from his waist. His cock had swollen some. He was damn near fully erect. He moved his finger lower and lower until it rested at the top of my towel.
He smirked, and my heart nearly exploded. He loosened the towel, and it dropped to the floor. He looked down at my cock. I started to develop an erection. He licked his lips, and I smiled. It was the only thing I could think to do at the moment.
“I think we both want it, Marcus,” he whispered.
“Want what,” I asked him.
“This,” he said as he dropped to his knees.
I looked down at him. He was gorgeous, and for the first time, I noticed the tiny freckles on his face. He looked like he knew what to do. I was scared he was going to find out that I didn’t know. Before I could react, he took my cock into his mouth. I let out the loudest groan ever. He moved his lips around my cock like a chef in a kitchen preparing a meal.
He knew his way around it. I grew harder in his mouth, and he kept sucking me as if nothing changed. He wrapped his perfect lips around the head of my cock and sucked it. He ran his fingers along my balls and took me past his mouth and down his throat.
“Oh my God. It feels so good,” I moaned.
I ran my fingers through his hair. He moved up and down my dick faster. His tongue glided along my shaft. I found the courage to start moving my hips. Little by little, I fucked his mouth until my balls were resting on his chin. He took it like a pro. He was an expert cocksman.
My moans grew louder. His technique only got better. He made all these slurping sounds with his mouth. They were sounds I had never heard before but wanted to hear again and again. My cock had never felt so good before.
He stood up and looked into my eyes. We held our gaze for a moment. My dick was throbbing, and I wanted him to suck me some more. He kissed me, and my body exploded with tingles. He inserted his tongue in my mouth. I sucked it and allowed it to roll around with my tongue. As we kissed, my hands took on a life of their own. I lowered them and found his hard cock.
It felt thick and hot. I began to stroke him. His kisses turned more passionate. He grabbed a handful of my ass and gave it a good squeeze. I thought I was going to cum right then and there. He went back down to his knees and started sucking my cock again. His finger ran along my balls and then my taint. He moved along the slit of my ass, and then I felt his thumb graze my hole. It sent a shiver down my spine. My legs began to shake.
“How about you do me now,” he said.
“I’ve never done that-any of this before,” I said.
“It’s okay. Just do what I did,” he said.
He stood up, and then I dropped to my knees. I came face to face with his enormous cock. He was so hard and ready that his cock was turning purple almost. I admired it for a moment. It was over eight inches long. He had two heavy balls. It looked heavy and filled with hot blood and cum.
I opened my mouth and engulfed just the head. He let out an excited sigh. I allowed him to sink the rest of his cock into my mouth. I swallowed the shaft and began to move back and forth on his cock. He let out a pleasing moan. I got eager and took more into my mouth, and I let out a cough as I choked some.
I stroked his cock as I sucked him off. He grabbed both sides of my head and began to fuck my mouth. It was a turn-on and a shocker. His dick leaked into my mouth. I tried to suck his soul out through his dick.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Suck me like that,” he moaned.
His moans encouraged me. I sucked him harder. My throat relaxed, and more of his cock slid down my throat. He slapped my ass, and then he pushed his finger inside of me. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I sucked his juicy dick.
“You’re so tight,” he said.
His finger twisted around in my hole, and I let out a loud cry, and my dick exploded. He quickly followed by letting out a load of hot cum down my throat. I knew I wanted to go further. I could only hope he wanted to do more at some point.
I spent the rest of the day walking around in a daze. I couldn’t get the experience out of my mind. Every time I looked at my hands, I imagined them being wrapped around his throbbing cock. My mind was plagued with the memories of his lips wrapped around mine. The taste of his cum down my throat.
That evening, we were all dressed up for the Captain’s Ball. It was a black-tie event, and everyone was dressed in their best formal wear. I found myself walking around solo. I had ditched my girlfriend and her family in the crowd of people. I don’t know if it was because I was searching for him or if it was my guilt. I just knew I couldn’t be around her at the moment.
As I moved mindlessly, this urge began to creep up through my body. It started in my arms and moved through me like a flame, down my chest and stomach and into my thighs. Then it went right to my anus, and my hole began to itch like it was an itch deep inside of me that I couldn’t get to. I had to stop moving and try calming myself, hoping the itch would disappear.
“Hey, you okay,” a voice asked from behind.
I turned around and was face to face with a handsome Latino man. He was medium height, with creamy skin, dark eyes, a round, smooth face, thick eyebrows, and a little mustache.
I took a deep breath, “Yeah. I’m okay.”
He stood there looking at me, trying to decide whether he believed me. I looked him up and down. He appeared to have a toned body based on how his suit fit him. As my eyes traveled back up his body and onto his handsome face, I found myself focusing on his lips. There were the fattest and pinkest lips I had ever seen. Suddenly, I was looking at him with a primal desire.
The itching in my hole began to intensify. My legs started to shake. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I just knew I needed the feeling to disappear, and it needed to disappear soon. His brows furrowed, and he then smirked.
“Oh, you tryin’ to fuck,” he said it so cavalier. So much so that it turned me on.
He grabbed my hand my hand and pulled me off to the side. We were on a hall by ourselves. He pushed me against the wall. His body invaded my space and privacy.
“I’m not gay,” I said, panting with every word spoken.
“Right. Me neither,” he said with a chuckle. He didn’t believe me.
Before I could protest, he kissed me. It was a simple kiss. Then he kissed me again and again. Each time, his kisses grew more intense. We were soon in an entire make-out session. My body turned on me. All the blood in my body rushed to my cock. His cock was fully erect and pressing against mine.
He kissed my jaw and then my neck. His mouth sucked on the skin of my neck. He made me pant harder. His hands traveled down my back and onto my ass. He grabbed my cheeks and began to massage them. I stroked his throbbing erection through the front of his pants. It wasn’t long, but my God, it was thick as fuck.
He reached inside my pants and underwear. His finger slid down the length of my crack. He made contact with my hole and shivered. I needed to scratch my insides. He was readying my body well because he pushed his finger inside of me. I let out a moan and nearly dropped to my knees.
He twisted his finger around inside of me and began to dig it in and out of me. I moaned more for him. The itching was starting to fade, and I wanted him to go further and deeper into me.
“This some tight pussy,” he moaned. “I want you to say my name. Say, Adrian.”
I moaned, “Adrian.”
“I’m gonna cream this pussy so good,” he said with a growl.
I didn’t quite understand why he called it a pussy. I honestly didn’t even care. He was bringing me relief at the moment, and I couldn’t risk him stopping. He added a second finger. I moaned even louder. He pushed it deep inside me and began to scissor fuck me. He was spreading my hole.
“Deeper,” I moaned softly.
“It’s getting wet in there,” he said excitedly.
He picked up the pace. He went deeper inside of me. My ass began to make a sloppy sound. I whimpered loudly, and he shoved his tongue into my mouth. The sound from ass began to echo.
“DeMarcus,” I heard my girlfriend calling in the distance.
“My girlfriend,” I whispered.
I snapped out of my trance and pushed Adrian away. As I fixed my clothing, he held up his fingers. They were covered in a thick cream. He licked them clean.
“Ass tastes good. I’m in room 610. Come find me tonight after you put your girl to bed,” he said as he slapped my ass.
I quickly moved away and found my girl before she could come down the hall where Adrian was. Damn her! I was so close to having that itch adequately taken care of.
That evening, we all sat at the dinner table. Her family was laughing and telling jokes. I was spaced out. I wanted to be anywhere other than there. I felt like I didn’t belong. Guilt was eating at my soul, and confusion was playing with my mind.
I looked up just as he entered. Thackery was dressed in all black, and the boy looked good in black. It gave him a dangerous sex appeal. He looked across the room. He saw me, but he didn’t. He quickly did a double take, and our eyes locked. He smiled at me with his eyes. I smiled back with mine.
That itching feeling slowly started back. Then, this blonde bombshell came and stood next to him. She interlocked her arm with his arm. She placed a hand on his chest and whispered something in his ear. He giggled, and jealousy hit me. I barely knew him, but I didn’t like the idea of someone else touching him.
I found myself stealing glances at them all night. He was seated next to her at a table with five other people. I was confused by my feelings. I had no right to feel the way I was feeling. I had a girlfriend, and I had just let a stranger finger my ass in an empty hall. What moral high ground did I have? NONE! Yet, my feelings trumped all logic.
I couldn’t stay there any longer. I told everyone I wasn’t feeling well. I returned to my room and lay in the darkness alone with my thoughts. It was just me for nearly an hour. Then my girlfriend came to the room. She was in the mood for some dick. I did my job as her boyfriend. I fucked her, and for the first time, I didn’t enjoy being inside of a woman.
As she slept, I found myself wondering about the ship. It was nearly three in the morning, and nearly everyone was asleep. The back of the ship was my favorite place. I stood staring into the darkness. Out in the distance, a faint light from another ship. The cool breeze felt amazing on my body.
“Hey,” his voice sent a chill down my spine.
I slowly turned around, and there he was, Thackery, sitting in a lounge chair. He had a blanket wrapped around him. His red hair was blowing in the wind. Seeing him that close made the itching in my ass come flooding back.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed with your girlfriend,” I said.
He laughed, “Shouldn’t you be with yours.”
“It’s not funny. I was honest about my girlfriend. You said I was the first friend you made here. Never mentioned the beautiful blonde,” I said, half angry and half horny.
“I know what I said, Marcus. You also weren’t honest. Your girlfriend revealed herself. That’s how I found out. Also, I used the word friend. That’s very different from a girlfriend. Lastly, Becca is not my girlfriend. She’s an old family friend,” he said in this informative manner.
“Really?” I felt shocked and a little stupid.
He stood up, “Yes. My folks have always pushed for Becca and me to date. Also, I find this jealousy thing kinda hot.”
“You don’t think it’s a red flag? I’m being jealous, and we barely know each other,” I said.
“No. It could be to some, but for me, it just reassures me that I should do to you everything I have wanted to do since we first met.” He pulled me into a kiss.
His tongue quickly invaded my mouth—our kisses were soft and passionate. My hands were on his body, and his hands were on mine. I grazed his cock, and it was extremely hard. I pulled his dick out just over the waistband of his black sweatpants. I stroked his cock as we continued kissing.
He moaned, “Oh, fuck.”
His pleasure excited me. I pushed him back in his seat and then took the head of his cock into my mouth. My head moved up and down the shaft of his cock. He stood up and lowered his pants. I quickly took his beautiful balls into my mouth. As I sucked his orbs, I stroked his cock. My tongue danced along the underside of his shaft, and then I took his dick back into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck yea,” he moaned.
I sucked his cock like an eager slut in the dark of the night. I had no fear of anyone walking in and catching us. I just wanted to please him. The itching in my ass increased. My hole began to throb and pulse.
“Let me see your ass, Marcus,” he demanded.
I obeyed. I pulled my pants and underwear off. He moved behind me and pushed me forward. I found myself kneeling over the chair on my knees. He slapped my cheeks, and my body jumped. The stinging from his slaps was a sensational feeling. He kissed my virgin hole, and then he began to munch on it.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned.
He moved his tongue up and down my hole. He sucked it and kissed it. His tongue pushed inside of me. He pulled it out and licked it repeatedly. His long finger slid into me. My insides tried to eat it. He fingered me, and I bounced my ass on his digit. He fingered me harder and deeper.
He pulled his finger out, and then he shoved his tongue inside. He sucked and licked my ass more. Thackery landed another slap to my ass cheeks. I needed him to get deeper inside of me.
I pleaded, “Deeper. Please.”
“Do you want to see the ocean as I take you,” he asked.
I nodded my head. There was nothing to see but darkness, but the idea of being on the water and doing dirty things in the open thrilled me. We moved to the railing, and I braced myself and pushed my ass out. Our lips connected for a kiss. I could taste my insides on me.
He slapped his cock against my hole, and he pushed his dick inside of me. I let out a loud moan, and he quickly covered my mouth. His dick touched the place in my ass where I felt the itch. It was pressing right against it, and it felt so fucking good.
“Your ass feels amazing,” he said in my ear.
He started to move his hips. His cock drew in and out of my tight ass. It felt smooth and firm inside of me. He gripped my hips and began to slam his cock in and out of me. His heavy balls pounded my balls. The muscles in my ass tightened around his throbbing cock.
I bounced back on his dick. Each time I slammed back, my ass cheeks would bounce and clap. He liked the way I fucked myself on his dick. I could tell because his moans went higher. His dick kept pressing the spot in my ass. It was like it was hardwired to my cock because my dick kept twitching and leaking precum.
His strokes got deeper and harder. The cool breeze from the ocean wrapped us in this erotic scene that we couldn’t break free from. I started to move my hips in a circular motion on his cock.
“Yes, baby. Fuck my dick. Fuck me good,” he groaned.
I had no idea what I was doing. I just wanted more of it. I moved back on his cock faster. My body was bouncing and rocking. He was panting, and his cock was throbbing inside of me the entire time.
“Fuck,” he screamed as he pulled his cock out of me.
My hole felt empty. It was gaping and twitching for more. He had opened Pandora’s box, and it was impossible to close it now. I felt like a hungry slut. He turned me around and kissed me. I pushed my tongue down his throat. We kissed like two oceans meeting.
I lay on my back. He stood over me and smiled. Then he dropped to his knees and licked the shaft of my cock. I whimpered from the contact. He licked the head of my cock, tasting my precum.
He lifted my legs and rubbed my hole with his fingers. It was wet and tender but aching for more. He took his cock and slid it back inside of me with sheer ease and perfection. He pushed until his pelvis was against my cheeks.
He worked me over. His hip drove his cock in and out of me. He wrapped his hand around my neck and drilled my hole. He plowed me repeatedly. I begged him to pound me. He unleashed his sex on me. Our moans grew louder. The sex became nastier. My ass was leaking all over him.
“Fuck me,” I moaned.
“You want it harder,” he asked.
I nodded my head.
“Say it,” he commanded me.
“Fuck me harder, Thackery,” I shouted.
He power fucked me. His fat cock plowed me at a rapid rate. I grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. He drilled deeper into my ass. His cock swelled more inside of me. The muscles in my ass clamped down on his dick. He lifted one leg up and drove deeper into me. He pressed past that spot in my ass. It sent a deep shiver up my spine. I screamed, and my ass shot out all this thick white cream. It was like watching Old Yellow erupt. Only it was my ass erupting with a creamy substance.
“Holy shit,” he screamed in awe.
It turned him on more. He drove his dick deeper into me. Before I knew it, my cock was erupting with cum. He pulled his cock out, and he let out a scream. His cock erupted. He shot a load across my balls, and then he pushed his cock back inside my ass. He unloaded the rest of his load inside of me. My hole swallowed every drop of his seed. We kissed once more.
Thackery had truly put in work. I could still feel his cum leaking out of me. It was running down my taint. My stretched hole was open. I ran my finger across it. I had to make sure it was damaged. The second I touched it, I wanted more cock inside of me.
“Fuck,” he exclaimed. “That was worth it, the possibility of getting caught.”
“You want to do something else kind of wild,” I asked.
He chuckled and kissed me, and I knew that meant he was up for it. I had an idea that I wanted to try, and Thackery seemed like the right person to explore that with.
TO BE CONTINUED
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