"Cruise Vacation"
The sun was beating down us, the passengers that dared the heat. I didn’t really mind it, though. And even if I did, I probably would have ended up here anyway. This cruise only lasted nine days, and I would be damned if I didn’t get in as much as possible. That meant sitting poolside with a cold drink, enjoying the sounds of the sea all around the boat, as well as the people around me. Before breakfast my mom, dad, and older sister went to play a round of mini golf. It wasn’t that hot yet and no one was there that early, so it was a fun thing to do in the morning. But the sun rose in the sky, everyone else retreated to the indoors, to a comedy club or shopping or something. I decided now would be the perfect time to do something I’ve been waiting to do the whole trip. While I knew my family would be gone for hours, this afternoon was a prime opportunity to find a hot guy to suck me off. Ok, so no one knows I want it to be a guy. Especially not my girlfriend. No, Carolyn would probably get really mad if she found out I was doing this. But I mean, her skills- how shall I say- in the bedroom are not spectacular. Sure she’s hot and sexy and I really like spending time with her, but she has no experience. Certainly, I’ve let her take every opportunity to practice, but I’ve often had to close my eyes and imagine someone else as I finished the job for her. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate her trying, but now that I’m thousands of miles away from any land, on a ship full of people I will never see again, I’m going to take advantage of some fine booty. Oh, I guess you should know that I’m bisexual, but definitely not out. Most of the time my girlfriend will be enough to satisfy whatever hormonal urge I have, but lately… I don’t know, I’ve been looking to mix it up. I wanna find a guy. Maybe I’ll actually blow him. I’ve been with guys before, sure, but I’ve always been a little hesitant about oral. Plus usually going straight to fucking warrants no complaints from the boy. This time, though, will be different. There won’t be a little voice in the back of my head telling me to cut it and run before he tells the whole world I like dudes as well as chicks. I won’t have to jump at every creak in the floor while some guy is sucking my dick. Fuck, man, I’m tired of waiting. Where’s all the gay boys at? I will admit, in my opinion I think guys are better at giving head, anyway. They know the equipment, you know? I was lying on the deck chair in just my blue swim trunks. But not those big loose kind, it’s like a speedo but just a smidge longer. It’s basically underwear you wear in a pool. Anyway, I tried to find what a guy would find attractive. So far, I’ve gotten looks from a couple girls, but nothing else. For a while, though, I was on my back to even out my tan, so I didn’t really catch anyone looking. But I bet I got plenty of glances at my fine ass. Alright, I’m wasting time now. I’ve only got so long until Stella returns to the room we’re sharing. Or my parents decide to peek in just to “see how things are going." I haven’t cum since the night before we left on the cruise, so about four days ago. Believing I would actually someone, I’ve been saving my orgasms for the special occasion. Looks like my incredible self control is for naught. Oh well. And I figured people would be more willing to hook up if they knew we wouldn’t run into each other again… - - - - “Hey," a voice said next to me. A little while ago I decided to move to the pool to get my feet wet. I was sitting on the edge of the pool when a guy appeared next to me. Looking up to see him, the first thing that struck me was his cute little beard on his chin. And the next thing was his torso- this guy was fit. “You hanging all by yourself?" he joked. Oh wow, he had an accent! It sounded kinda Southern. “Yeah," I grinned to tease back. “I ditched my family some time ago." “Well, if you’re bored or just lonely, you can come play with ping-pong with me." He gestured to a few ping-pong tables across the deck. Oh yeah. I knew someone would notice me! And he isn’t half-bad looking. “Sure," I said, standing up and following him to the tables. “I’m Jackson, by the way," he mentioned as we strolled along. Jackson was so totally into me. I could tell. And I was liking him a little, too. “Conrad." “Nice to meet’cha, Conrad." “Likewise," I replied as we reached the ping-pong tables. I grabbed a paddle that lying on one side and Jackson picked up another. He bounced the ball a couple times. “Have you ever played?" “Yeah, of course. I’m just not very good." “Nah, that’s alright. I’m not that great, either." He tossed the ping-pong ball in the air and served it. And when it landed on my side, I missed it completely and had to run a couple feet to grab it before it rolled too far. “That’s reassuring," I mumbled to myself. “Tell you what, let’s have a little friendly bet. If I win this match, you have to hang out with me and do whatever I wanna do. And if you win, I’ll hang with you and do whatever you wanna do. Deal?" “Deal." Oh dude, I’m so sure he’s going to take me back to his room. I know if somehow I win, I gonna ask him to mine. Or his. Or whatever is easier. - - - - Ok, to cut out some long and embarrassing details, I’ll just say that I lost. But only by one or two or ten points. I don’t think it was that bad. Well, after the game, Jackson reminded me that I was then obligated to chill with him for a while. He told me to meet in front of his cabin in ten minutes, and that I should get dressed in more than just my swim suit. So I did and now I’m waiting in front of his cabin. Maybe it was the wrong one? No, he definitely said this one. Whatever the case, I would soon be actually hanging out with him, instead of, you know, “hanging out." That’s alright, though. Jackson seems like a totally cool dude. “Hey Conrad," his head appeared from the door’s threshold. “Come check this out!" He was all giddy and excited. “What is it?" I asked while stepping into the room. It was bigger than my cabin and everything looked kinda nicer, too. He must be rich or something. “There’s dolphins out there!" He pointed at the glass window on the wall. I peeked out and saw nothing. “Keep looking," he assured me. Then, a few seconds later, I saw the black backs of dolphins poking through the surface of the water. I counted three total. Awesome. “So Conrad," Jackson said, sitting down on his bed. “Tell me a little about yourself. Got a girlfriend back home?" Okay. This was the make or break moment. Things can go two ways: a) I flirt with him and he takes it well and we fuck or b) I flirt with him and he doesn’t take it well and we never see each other again. Alrighty then. “Nah, I just broke up with my boyfriend a couple weeks ago," I lied. I found some time ago that’s it’s easier to tell gay guys I’m also gay than to tell them I’m bi. I don’t know, it’s like they’re more comfortable and are more willing to do stuff. “Oh I’m sorry. I don’t really have anyone either." It worked, he is totally leading this conversation towards sex. “Being with someone else definitely has its advantages over being by yourself." “I know what you mean. And I was hoping this cruise would help me forget it all and just cut loose and relax." “I can help you," he offered, a smirk growing on his face. Yeah, reel it in, Conrad. Real gently. “How so?" I barely stopped myself from winking out right and just jumping on top of him. “I’m a masseur, kind of." “Really?" A massage would be fucking great. And afterwards… oh yeah. “Here, let me show you."