A Cruise Comes Good for Tom. by andy190
Steer into a world of passion and adventure with ‘A Cruise Comes Good for Tom.’ Follow Tom’s thrilling journey of self-discovery and unexpected romance on the high seas. Dive into this captivating gay sex story that promises to leave you breathless and wanting more!
I had said yes to a holiday cruise because it sailed from Dover, a local port without too much driving to get there, and I desperately needed a break.
My name is Tom and I had just set up my own business and was also trying to move house. It was all so stressful and I hadn’t been able to sleep properly for weeks, despite the nightly wank ritual that had always worked in the past.
I certainly wasn’t getting any sex, regularly or otherwise. As a young, twentyfive, gay, unattached male I really needed to get my rocks off at least twice a week. I wasn’t bad looking, had a decent body and a seven inch thick, uncut cock. I was somewhat at a loss as to how to use these attributes to my advantage on this cruise. The problem was the age of the majority of the other passengers. They all seemed to be married and over sixty. The youngest and most attractive men on board were the crew, not the senior staff but the dancers, waiters and maintenance guys. Some of them were so sexy, the dancers especially. They were all shapes but camp as fuck and that was not my flavour of the month. I preferred a more rugged man who could take charge and show me a good time. Most of the crew came from the Philippines; lovely tan skin and that cute inflection to their accent, but of small build and with a supple body that could get in many unexpected positions. I often had a hard-on at dinner as I day-dreamed of all sorts of sexual escapades with one or another, or sometimes all of them.
There was one waiter who was exactly my type. He was Reece, a big, black guy from Trinidad. The way he was turned out, his physique and bearing, made my juices flow. I wanted his attention and flirted with him every time I could. He remained stoic, always professional and polite but never a smile twisted his lips and eye contact never happened. At six foot two he could easily look over my head as he answered my questions and he didn’t ever respond to my banter.
After two days I wrote him off as straight but still fantasised over him at night. He was at the top of my wank bank. Then on Sunday something happened that changed everything. We had a day at sea and the crew put on an Olympic type fun event in the pool, to raise money for the RNLI. We were supposed to bet on our favourite team and cheer them on as they raced against each department. The pool was crowded and the MC introduced the teams one at a time. The first was from catering, next was housekeeping, the next from maintenance and lastly came the waiters.
They stepped forward one group at a time and were introduced as they removed the white towelling robes they had borrowed from the spa. Each group stripped off to reveal an assortment of costumes.
That’s when I noticed Reece. I’d picked him out when he walked on. What a surprise when he took off his robe and struck a pose. The crowd went wild as he displayed his fit body, hidden only by a brief, tight, yellow speedo. Who’d have thought he’d have a body like that under his waiter’s uniform. He was certainly sexy and his brief suit housed what looked like a seagull rather han a budgie.
He had a body to die for and obviously worked out regularly. His muscles had a baby oil shine that highlighted how toned they were. The whistles and comments went on for longer than for anyone else and I made certain my voice carried over the crowd. I saw Reece scan around and he caught my eye. His lips twitched and his eyebrows raised. He was actually grinning.
So, an exhibitionist eh. Who’d have thought it?
He struck several body builder poses and then flexed his arm muscles. Next he looked at me, turned around, bent over and grabbed his ankles to show off his tight bum. It looked like two ripe melons trapped in a thin plastic bag. His buttocks bounced as he twitched and the crowd went wild. I had felt the blood flowing south as soon as I saw him. Now I was in full erection.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he stretched and posed and I imagined everything he did was for me, just for me, not the crowd. I fantasised that he wanted me in his cabin or anywhere that prying eyes couldn’t see us and I was getting harder and harder by the second. When he turned around I saw that he was too. There was a bigger bulge in his yellow briefs with a wet mark at the tip, but before anyone could call him on it he had dropped into the deep water and was completely submerged. All evidence of his sexual arousal was gone.
The swimming went well. Reece was the best by far but some guys on his team were keen rather than proficient. They got through to the semifinals which they narrowly won and then in the finals they had to swim against the maintenance guys. A bigger, burlier group I had never seen. They pushed and jostled each other and the waiter’s team too, until one lad was upended and dumped into the pool. The crowd loved it and whooped and cheered. Eventually order was restored and the relay started. There were five in each team swimming two lengths each and everyone had to be out of the water to finish.
Reece swam last and while he was waiting he got into a good natured scrap with a buff deck hand on the other team. They play wrestled and grappled on the edge of the pool and eventually both toppled into the water and missed their handover. The other guys in each team all jumped in too and there was chaos with lots of good natured ducking and splashing untIl Reece duck dived and surprisingly came up with a pair of blue cut off shorts that he waved over his head. The other guys in his team joined in and before long each was waving a pair of shorts from the opposition over their heads. The crowd were laughing and cheering and the guys good naturedly helped each other out of the water, covering the naked parts with a towel. Reece caught my eye and, as he stood proud, hands on hips, he winked and grinned in my direction. Then he turned and disappeared with the rest of his team as the MC tried to regain order.
I pushed my way out of the crowd of noisy spectators and followed the back of his head as best I could. He was nearly head and shoulders taller than most of the other crew, with a muscular neck and back, tapering to a slim waist and that marvellous bum, trapped in the tight, brief, bright yellow speedo. I was already hard and struggling to keep up did nothing to diminish that.
We passed through several doors labelled crew only, and in the excitement no one challenged me. The crowd of competitors had now thinned out as men peeled off to their cabins. When we got to a row of doors Reece turned and looked over his shoulder at me for the first time.
“What are you doing here?” he growled as he fumbled with his pass key.
“I hoped I could dry your back for you, or anything else you want,” I replied and a slight grin broke out on his face.