All the while that Pete was stimulating David to the razor’s edge of sexual desire, he kept up an interrogation. David felt he was on one of those interviewee’s couches, or maybe even on an analyst’s chaise. Pete was about to pounce on his victim. “So you’ve finished at Duke and you’re off to the Big Apple. What made you decide on Morgan? I’m under the impression that young hot shot studs like you are looking for spots in the hedge funds?”
“I think there is a hedge fund in my future, but I want another year or two of practical banking experience in M&A and project finance–maybe even a few B-school courses.” As Dave spoke these words, Pete was teasing his nipples. “And I really like what you’re doing right now.”
“I think you will find banking–at least the trainee type banking that you’ve signed up to do for two years is going to be a bore, but it will take up your time, all your time. But perhaps leaving a little time for this.” Pete was fingering David’s nipples and squeezing his pecs as he spoke. Then completely changing the subject, Pete asked, “Are you and JM a team?”
“We planned this trip to answer that question. We are going to share an apartment in New York. We’ve been roommates and fuck buddies for a few years.” Pete’s hands trailed down along the vee and cupped his balls, fondling their mass with his long fingers and pressing on the taint.
“So why did you decide to come on this cruise. You knew I was going to seduce you.”
“I was pretty sure about the seduction when you spent Tuesday in that mini-thong. Although you fooled me a bit when you allowed that luscious piece of French pastry, your wife, to go nearly nude with two young studs looking on. I did wonder where that trip was headed–but the presence of the two young boys broke that expectation. Let’s just say I’m into daddies that have stayed in shape–and who have cocks as large as yours. Incidentally, I will fuck you before this trip is over.” Pete sucked on Dave’s ear lobes and neck and vibrated his tongue.
“I would expect you to try. But, I think I’m going first–and I think you’ll change your mind about that when I’m done with you. Most of my partners do. I have my ways of converting even the most dedicated top.”
“In fact, I’m going to take you right here. Do you think JM would mind? I can tell you that Sophia knows about me and doesn’t object–so long it’s only with boys.”
“JM won’t mind. Right now he is preoccupied with imprinting himself on that young ginger. In fact, we discussed this situation before we said yes to the cruise. He knows I want a daddy experience–as top and bottom. He is also trying out something new. I think he took Scotty’s cherry yesterday afternoon–and he is probably showing Scotty a new position or two right now. When we commit to each other, we want to understand the parameters–and what we’re giving up–assuming we decide to give up extra-curricular sex. We’re both Gen-Z’ers, open to new experiences and new ways of living.”
“Scotty is a cute kid. But, I think he’s too young for me–and too inexperienced. I don’t get a kick out of taking almost-kids. And I’m not a gentle teacher. I prefer dominating big husky athletes like you. It’s much more of a challenge.” He pulled me into his lap and fisted my rock hard dick. “This is something worth working for. But, I did think you were going to be more of a challenge.”
“Pete, don’t sell yourself short. You’re a gorgeous, experienced man. I suspect you could teach me some tricks–and maybe I’ll teach you some. I surrendered because I knew it was inevitable–so we might as well get the party started. Seduction is overrated. Let’s get on to consummation.”
“There is something I’ve always wanted to do. Let me take the wheel. I want you to ride me while I keep the wheel. But, first, I’m gonna open you up and lube you. Push your ass back and lean into the wheel. David did so and Pete began the opening by separating his cheeks and inserting long lubed fingers and then a curled tongue. David was so aroused that he swiveled his ass around as Pete did so. Pete steadied him by grabbing his dick and squeezing. “You may be a natural top, but I’m going to call the shots this time. I’ll tell you when you can move.” Then Pete wrapped himself and lubed. “Okay. I’ll take the wheel now. Pete sat on the bench and reached out easily to steer. Turn around, face me, and show me what kind of lap dance you can do. You can move now.”
David climbed into Pete’s lap, circled his neck with hands and arms, pressed his chest into Pete’s and slowly lowered himself onto Pete’s tool–a 9 inch fat monster. When it hit his prostate, David nearly ejaculated. The feeling was intense and very different from JM’s slim cock invasions. “Don’t cum or I’ll be very unhappy.” But, he was able to hold on (and in). He bounced a few times and then Pete slid forward on the bench, allowing David to wrap his legs around Pete’s narrow waist. The depth and girth of penetration was fantastic–and clearly Pete knew how to please his partner. David began to squirm, sliding in their sweat and the lube. He was leaking precum profusely–and Pete reached down, scooped some onto a finger and brought it to his lips. But, both guys were so aroused that the end was near. Suddenly, with a cry, Pete exploded into the condom; David felt the heat; and David deposited long ropes of milky cum on Pete’s chest–some even reaching his chin. David and Pete both had the same thought at the same moment: this is going to be some trip. Two hyper-masculine guys were going to give and take and give and take, but it did look like David was going to be doing most of the taking. The athletic dom was submitting to the older, bigger and more experienced Peter.
Pete looked into David’s eyes, “Some years ago I saw the seagoing opera, ‘The Flying Dutchman.’ You do know I’m Dutch. But from that day, I’ve always wanted to be the ‘The Fucking Dutchman,’ with a nice guy in my lap with my dick up his ass as I stood behind the wheel with the wind in my face. You’ve helped me to fulfill that fantasy. Thank you.”
“Now, I think it’s time for you to make us lunch, boy.”
David was struck by the “boy” reference, but rose from the embrace, grabbed a towel to clean Pete and himself and called down to JM. “How long does it take to apply a little sunscreen? Do I need to help? Ready or not, I’m coming down to start getting lunch ready.”
At that moment, JM and Scotty both appeared on deck–and they were both sporting post-coital chubbed dicks and bed hair. It’s pretty hard to hide recent sex when you are nude–and traces of cum are dripping from your body. The cruise had begun–it was going to be hot, humid, and active. There wasn’t going to be any attempt at modesty. There weren’t going to be any secrets. Both guys used the deck hose to wash down and then grabbed towels.
“Scotty, give me a hand down here.” So Scotty followed David down into the galley. It was small, smaller than most gay shower stalls. So the guys spent a lot of time up against each other. They both smelled of sex. They were both in a high state of arousal. David made no pretense. His semi-hard cock was in Scotty’s crotch dueling with his dick or poking his ass most of the time, teasing him to erection. And wow was it an ass! Hard muscles just under the soft fat layer, deep hip indentations, hairless, and “up and out”–the result of countless squats. David couldn’t help but stroke the dimpled globes. “Scotty, are you a runner? You certainly have the ass of a long distance champ.” No wonder JM’s radar latched onto this young stud–he had an incredibly fuckable ass and probably well-developed anal muscles. And the dick wasn’t so bad either. In fact, given how slim Scotty was, the cock was obscene–7 1/2 inches at least and thick with a glorious wet-look, dark red head that poked out of his uncut hood–probably the result of JM’s recent ministrations. He looked a little angelic–in that special rosy-cheeked, green-eyed, ginger cherubic sense. But that image was spoiled with the outsized rock hard cock and the bubble butt. The ideal gay cherub. JM had found a virgin–or at least as close to one as he was likely to find in Key West.