Caribbean Cruise

They were paying homage to Chet’s body and his youth, and he was building up to one fine ejaculation.

Except that Chet was wrong. Before Travis let him go, Chet had three ejaculations. After resting from the fuck on the bed. Travis rebound Chet’s wrists to his ankles and rolled him up on his shoulders on the floor, mounted him from above in reverse, and jack-hammer fucked him. The third time, with Conrad still watching and licking his chops but sitting on the bed this time, Chet was bent over the club chair, with his wrists and ankles bound to the four legs, and Travis slow-fucked him from behind. When they had both come, Travis left Chet there to watch while he went over and sank between Conrad’s knees and gave the old man a long, coaxing blow job.

When Chet went down to his own cabin that night, he found himself alone. Pat was out all night, no doubt in some older woman’s cabin. It gave Chet the time he needed to rethink what he wanted from this cruise and these experiences. Of them all, the man at the beach bar, Doug seemed to be the one he was most simpatico with. He was so much like the assistant football coach Chet fantasized about. And from how he was pitching Chet, it seemed he was interested in a long-term relationship. But they would have to fuck first. Chet would have to know the man could satisfy him in bed—and that he could satisfy Doug’s needs.