Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

"I would very much like to take this lovely cock elsewhere," the waiter murmured to John after John had come and he was still slowly stroking John's cock. "May I come to your room tonight, Mr. Pender?"

"Alas, Emilio," John said, trying to feign a face of deep regret but saying the words with the greatest of pleasure, "I have three engagements already this evening. And there are limits to what I can do. I do have an opening or two on the return trip from Bermuda, though."

John knew he was on top of the world, though, when, as he was departing the pool area—and right out there at midday, under the sun, rather than in a dark cabin—the delicious young man the captain had no doubt fucked the previous night came up and begged to ride John's cock—right there and then. John picked the sweet young thing up and settled his butt down on the flight of stairs going up to the bridge—where he could see the captain watching them. The young man licked his lips and spread his legs and hooked his heels over the railing at each side, as other young men gathered around, their eyes locked on the weapon John was wielding between his legs. All sighed—not just the beautiful young man—as John slowly fed his cock inside him and changed the angle so that his bulb was planted on the young man's prostate. Rub, rub rub, plunge, drag; rub, rub, rub, plunge, drag. The young man cried out in ecstasy and writhed under John's masterful attentions, and all of the other young men around murmured and fisted their own cocks.

John went on forever—rub, rub, rub, plunge, drag—and the gorgeous young man whimpered and weakened and started to babble and his legs went to rubber and other young men had to lean in to hold them up and out as they gazed down at the root of the thick cock moving in and out of the puckered hole—shallow, shallow, shallow, deep, draaaagg back to the sound of a weak moan. The young man came but John didn't stop. He was tired, but this was lesson time, his time to make his point. Rub, rub, rub, plunge, drag. Rub, rub, rub, plunge, back, plunge, back, plungebackplunge, and the young man cried out as he came again with John. Moans all around as one by one, all the other young men came too.

After that, there was no question that whenever John could get it up during the cruise, he would have a fresh conquest moaning for what he could give them. No one on the cruise cared after that that he had gray hair and a thickish waist and age spots and a few wrinkles and sagged a bit here and there and couldn't play pool volleyball or drink the younger guys under the table. What mattered was what he could do between their legs on top of the table. No one even subtly quizzed him on how much he was worth in dollars anymore. He had a monster, talented cock, and he could give a guy the master fuck of his life.

It was so heartening, John thought, that the youth of the day could see what was important in life once they'd tasted it.

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"You look worn out," Pete said.

"I feel that way too." John fought hard to keep the smile out of his voice. He sighed heavily, for effect.

"Found you were too old for a cruise like that, didn't you?"

"It about did me in, yes."

"Didn't I tell you it would be a waste of money?"

"You sure did," John said as he turned away from Pete and toward his computer screen. He couldn't hold back the grin any longer. Of course, on a basis of pure cost-efficiency analysis, it probably was pretty pricey. He figured he'd wound up spending $4,400 in all. He tried to compute it in his head. Was it twenty-eight or twenty-nine lays? Uh, no, he wasn't counting those three times on the beach on Bermuda. And not the blow jobs either. Must have been over a hundred dollars an ejaculation. But then the food was good and plentiful and fully covered too. And the drinks. Maybe he should have drunk more booze—but where would he have found the time? He had an apartment here, so he really couldn't discount on the use of the suite.

"You look like you haven't slept in a week."

"Nope. Didn't get much sleep out there on the ocean."

"Just a ridin' those waves, right?"

"Yep, just riding away. Riding, riding, riding." Expensive rides, yes. But they came with the feel of young flesh, and the sound of another man's moans and begging for him. The feeling of being young again himself, wanted—by young hunks, ones he could feel in real life. Pete's way of using the Gaycruiser Web site services meant he rode alone.

"Well, I told you so."

"Yep, you sure did." John tilted the computer screen away from Pete's adjacent desk. This was his good thing. He didn't want Pete getting ideas and horning in. And most of all right now he didn't want Pete seeing that he was signing up for the fall cruise to the Bahamas on the Poseidon's Spear. It wouldn't be as expensive next time. Gaycruiser was offering him a professional discount.

And look, his profile on the Web site was lighting up like a Christmas tree. Requests for hookups—right here in Baltimore. So, maybe the cruise was going to be cost-effective after all.