The Voyage

By Dagor Dragontooth / Arkan Two Worlds

Published on Nov 3, 2007

Bisexual

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It was the summer of my 21st birthday, and I had made plans to go on a cruise with a group of friends. Little did I know how fun things were going to turn out to be. But before I start out, let me give you a little background information on my travel buddies. First, there's Cindy, Cindy's the youngest of our group at 18, short, fair-skinned, with long, flowing jet-black hair. Then, there's Adam, my age. He's tall, wiry, also with dark hair. Then there's Caroline, second youngest at 19. Caroline's a latin beauty, voluptuous, tan skin, brown eyes, the works, then comes Brad, 20, your everyday surfer, blonde, blue-eyed, etc. And then me, Alex. I'm just a regular 5"9 guy, tan skin, black hair, also a proud latino, and we're sailing on the Dreamweaver Cruise.

Part I: Royal Flush

The first adventure happened to be the night we boarded the ship. We got together in Adam's cabin, which he shared with me, to play Texas Hold `Em. The rules were simple, whoever won determined who was going to carry his or her bags the next day, essentially, be the victor's bitch, when we landed in Jamaica.

The cabins weren't that small. Two single beds on each side, a drawer, a closet, a pantry, a space for the television, and the small yet spacy bathroom.

And of course, I trusted in my own abilities far too much. Cindy was the first to go, an easy target for one of Brad's bluffs. Unfortunately for him, he was a good bluffer, but his tell, a twitch in the eyebrow, was painfully noticeable, and Caroline took him out a few rounds later.

Afterwards, we had a little intermission, and I took a chance to shower, and change into my pajamas, which were a pair of shorts only. Caroline went to her room to change into something more comfortable, and Adam had a bite to eat.

We resumed the game after the break. Caroline tried to work me up, playing footsie with me to try and distract me, but, regardless of the fact that I was getting turned on, cards are serious to me, so I ignored my urges and concentrated on the game, even though I wanted Caroline to service me right then and there. She fell an hour later, leaving only Adam and me to face off against each other.

"For the record, I'm going to choose you as my slave when you lose," he said. I laughed. "And what makes you think I'll lose?" "Experience."

But the chip pile remained about even, with him only leading by a few coins, until I got a pair of As, clubs and diamonds. Seeing this as an ample opportunity to take him out of the game for good, I went all in.

He called, and there was a flop. A king of hearts, a 10 of hearts, and a Jack of hearts. I smiled, looking at Adam's worried face. A bad flop for us, but I still had a pair. Then the turn, a King of hearts. More frowning from Adam. And then finally, the river, an ace of hearts. He looked downcast. "Aw, what's the matter? Got nothing?" I said, revealing my three-of-a-kind aces. Then he looked up, a mischievous smile on his face. "Actually, now that you mention it, I do." And with a flick of the wrist, he reveals a queen of hearts.

Royal Flush.

"Goddamnit," I said, tossing my cards forward. "Alright, fair enough. I'm yours for today. Time to turn in to bed, then."

"Nope."

I frowned.

"You're mine, Alex, so, be a good boy and sit over there in the couch."

"Alright, I guess."

I go over to the couch and he sits down next to me, placing a hand on my thigh.

"Kiss me." He commanded.

"What the fuck, dude?"

"Well, a debt is a debt. Or do you have no honor."

"Fine, I didn't know you swung that way."

"I don't, I'm bi."

I shrugged, leaned over, and kissed him, a small peck on the lips.

"Ah, come on, you call that a kiss?"

He pushed me back and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I tried to resist, but it was futile. But to be honest, the feeling of our tongues dancing wasn't that bad. After awhile, he pulled back.

"Now take off your shirt."

I nodded and took it off, and his hands began trailing all over my chest, and then they settled on the bulge that had formed in my shorts.

"Take these off." I followed suit, and there I was, in my full birthday suit. There was no way I could hide the erection Caroline had given me anymore.

"Hmmh, not bad." And then he began kissing me again, with his hand wrapping around my member.

I just surrendered to the feeling and soon enough, I felt it build up, and then, release.

"Good. Now time for you to reciprocate."

He stood up and undressed completely, and believe it or not, I got aroused again. He was fit, very fit, ripped muscle on a relatively hairless body, and his own cock, a full inch in girth, and seven or eight inches in length, jutting out stffly. For some reason, I salivated just a little bit.

He went over to the bed and laid down, beckoning me forward. "Start kissing. Feet first, all the way up." I did just as he asked, kissing the tips of his toes, kissing his legs and thighs, and working my way up, all the way to his lips again, which parted, and our tongues danced again. "You learn quick," he said, between kisses. "Now finish the job." I kissed my way back down to his member. Then I stopped. "I'm not exactly sure what to do here."

He smiled. "Seen porn?"

I nodded.

"Just like that."

I took a breath, and then went down as best as I could, his member scratching the back of my throat. My head bobbed up and down slowly, eliciting small groans from Adam.

"You're good at this. Keep it up, I've got a surprise for you soon."

And sure enough, his member suddenly shook, and a warm, gooey substance was sent down my throat, leaving me with no choice but to swallow.

I picked my head up, and then crawled up next to him, smitten by this new type of pleasure. We kissed again.

"Now, we cuddle," he said, crawling under the sheet. "Cuddle?" he nodded. "What a fag." I said, and then we both laughed as I crawled up next to him, and cuddled for the rest of the night.

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