The Southern Breeze
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
I was on a cruise over the Christmas break. I am John Smith, a college history professor. I had just submitted the final draft of a book on Plantation Culture and Slavery and I was exhausted. My parents gave me money to take a cruise to relax. The ship was called the Southern Breeze. It was a 1980's touring boat designed for Caribbean excursions. It had just been refurbished and redecorated to suggest the 1950ies style. The owners billed it as a "boutique" excursion for persons of taste and who wanted something unique.
The passengers and crew were all gay. A cruise was ideal for gay, closeted men who wanted to have fun away from prying eyes. The ship spent most of the time in international waters, away from any legal limits on alternative lifestyles.
The Southern Breeze could accommodate 75 passengers. On this trip 55 of the passengers were members of a gay bear club called the Carolina Coastal Growlers. Who were known as the CCG. That was a bit disconcerting since I am not a bear, but it turned out to be good. They were friendly and cheerful. The president of the group, Major Max took me aside and told me if I felt uncomfortable to come to him and he would address the problem.
It was to be a six-day cruise, with two stops. The first day was fine. The bears were into bar quizzes. I was expert in the history and literature questions. They had a quiz after lunch. I sparkled in the quiz and my skills were much admired by the bears. After we were 100 miles from Miami, I discovered it was a clothing optional cruise. That was not mentioned in the cruise literature. That aspect was exchanged by word of mouth passed from travel agent to travel agent. I had the misfortune of having a strait agent who didn't have a clue.
I talked to the very naked Major Max about it in his stateroom. He said he would tell his members that I had been unaware of that aspect of the cruise and to respect my preferences. As he told me that I noticed his impressive sexual equipment. I was wearing shorts and my cock had noticed his cock too.
Max noticed and smiled. "There are two old sayings that might help you. One is "when you are stuck with lemons, make lemonade," and the other is, "when in Rome, do as the Roman's do," he added.
I replied that I wasn't sure I was well equipped for public display.
Max smiled. "Let me tell you, I am experienced and what I see tenting your shorts is more than up to our standards," he said. "My room here is private, a little show and tell could clarify that. You've already seen everything I have to offer." That wasn't the sort of thing I would normally do, but it seemed to be the polite thing to do since he was naked. I stripped.
I wasn't sure that I should do that, but I did. I would have had a better chance of saying no if I hadn't dropped to my knees and tried to swallow his cock. I normally like delicate young men, slightly vulnerable and needy. Max did not exude vulnerability.
I was shocked at the taste of Max's uncut cock. My delicate young men might ooze a single drip of precum. Max had the Niagara Falls of precum. I thought it was sort of gross just before I discovered it was intoxicating. I went a little crazy. His cock grew and it got better, more exciting, more appealing.
"Professor Smith, I have a strong feeling you're going to like our group a lot," Max said. "The first rule of true knowledge is to know yourself. I have a feeling you are going to know a lot more about yourself by the end of this cruise than you did when your tongue first touched my cock head."
That deeply offended me, but since I was desperately trying to suck his sperm out of his balls, I said nothing. He appreciated my sucking efforts.
"For your information, everyone in my club was tested and has a clean bill of health. Every cock can be sucked, every ass is fuckable and every drop of cum is edible." Max said.
"There are fifty-five of you," I said.
"Aim high," Max said. I would have laughed but his cock was back in my mouth.
I took his load and went back to my cabin. By that time almost everyone was nude including the crew. The crew were semi-nude since they wore hats identifying them as crew. Some of the men wore jocks. They seemed to wear novelty jocks decorated with cock openings so the cock could swing free and the balls had support.
There were 20 non-bear men on the ship, but it seemed that most were bear fanciers. Several seemed quite young, but they wore their driver's licenses as necklaces. They were all twenty or more years old. At dinner I sat at the Captain's table with several of the CCG officers and the senior crew. The Captain was a distinguished older man. He was in good shaped and well hung. I felt like a young gay virgin in a cock super store. I sort of got used to it, but exposed cocks were exceeding rare on my life. Sometimes I felt like I was floating on a sea of cocks. Each cock had potential for pleasure.
The night's entertainment was another pub quiz. The men weren't what I expected. Most were big hairy guys. Some were muscular, some were just plan fat, and there were otters, thin hairy men. There were also bear fanciers, who were smooth and liked beefy men. Since this was an expensive cruise, most were prosperous, and most were knowledgeable and smart.
I was used to smart men and women whose work was thinking and teaching. These men could do things. They were builders, mechanics, computer programmers, nurses and a few doctors. While they liked the bear look and bear sex, they were quite varied.
The teams were well matched, I contributed in history, literature and politics. I was weak on pop music and current Hollywood stars. At the end of the quiz we were in the top four teams. We broke up around ten. The ship wasn't big enough for a full-sized swimming pool, but there were four, large Jacuzzis. I was in the water with some of my team members: Rollo, my team captain; Billy, a brick layer; Carlo a winemaker and Kurt, an off-duty ship's officer.
"It takes a while for a team to get use to each other and really function as a team," Rollo said. "I think we did well in our first efforts. I think that Dr. Smith and Carlo added a lot to our group."
"Since we are all naked in a whirlpool, just call me John. I would like to have a week away from the groves of academe," I said.
"I think of nudity with sex," Carlo said. "It odd but fun." He had a pronounced Spanish accent.
"It was fun, but I confess that while I'm not looking for love, I'm always ready for sex," Billy said.
"I've never been with a group like this," Carlo said. "Are thing I should know? Are there any rules?"
"It's sort of share and share alike. I know I'm not looking for love. I'm looking for good time with another guy's cock or ass," Billy said. "For your information, my cock and ass are available too."
"I should warn you that the guys here aren't shy. Our delicate virgin days are long in the past," Rollo said laughing.
"If you like it, I can pretend to be a virgin," Kurt said. He was the youngest man in the group. "By the way, the staff prefers that you clean up the floor if you shoot off. If I'm nearby, let me know. I love sperm and would be glad to take your load. I like it in my mouth or ass."
"Are you positive you can play the virgin?" Carlo asked. Everyone laughed.
"My mind is pure," Kurt replied. "By the way, I can play the cum hungry slut if that's your thing."
"You're a virgin-slut convertible," Carlo suggested. There was more laughter.
"Everyone has to have a skill," Rollo added. I sat next to Rollo and Carlo both were playing with my cock. I wasn't sure what to do. I was uneasy until it dawned on me that whatever happened, it would be pleasurable. A few minutes later, Carlo's cock was in my ass and I had wrapped my mouth around Rollo's cock.
Carlo didn't fuck me. He was using his cock to massage my anus and sphincter. It was gentle, rhythmic and relaxing. I sensed that his cock was getting harder and bigger, so I knew it was good for him. I wasn't as much sucking Rollo, as he was feeding me his sweet sex juices. I felt like I was milking his ball juices. I was a happy man. Billy was fucking Kurt. Kurt was doing his virgin routine. "It's too big, too big! Push it deeper, deeper! Fill me with your cum! Shove it deep in me," Kurt cried.
I glanced over. Kurt was hard as a rock. He was acting, but cocks can't act. You can't tell it to get hard. It does what it wants, and it wanted Billy's cock in his ass. While I glanced at Kurt, Carlo released his sperm from its prison in his balls. I felt him spurt, and then sensed his man seed filling the spaces between his cock and my rectum. I think that may have been a fantasy, but real or fantasy, it felt wonderful.
I realized that this was a new level of sexual pleasure I hadn't felt before. It intensified when Rollo began to spurt volley after volley of his sweet sperm into my mouth. It was plentiful and didn't have the slight bitter taste I associated with man seed.
We broke apart and continued our conversation until it got late. I left with Rollo since our cabins were on the same deck. "You were notably receptive and open tonight. I know several men who you would enjoy and who would certainly enjoy you. I could mention you to them. If that offends you, please forgive me. some men like the hunt," he said.
I smiled. "Well my usual technique to meet a man takes weeks or months. I confess my efforts aren't always successful," I said, "I welcome your help."
"I should warn you that I am talking about sex, not true love," Rollo continued. "You might possibly find true love, but you would be less disappointed with good sex."
"I understand that," I said. "How many guys are interested in me?"
"Well, we have 55 members on the ship. I would say roughly 55 are interested in you. About 15 are older and would like to watch if it happens before their bedtime or nap period," he said, with a twinkle in his eye. "Another twenty are monogamous couples. They are strictly monogamous when they are together if you understand my meaning. That leaves twenty men, plus the crew. Kurt wasn't in the hot tub with us by accident. He was a scout," Rollo explained.
"That's a lot of men," I said.
"I just watched you take a cock in each end of your body and then take two loads of fresh sperm. Professor Smith, you underestimate your sexual needs and skills," Rollo said. "You are a bear who has fallen into a pot of honey."
I slept well that night. The combination of sex and a few beers seemed to work. When I woke, I seemed to have decided to take Rollo's advice. I my approach to sex had not been particularly successful. It had not resulted in meaningful interpersonal relationships, and the sex hadn't approached what I had experienced with Rollo and Carlo.
After them I wasn't sure what I had done earlier really qualified as sex. I had traded blow jobs, but never taken sperm, and I had fucked, but that had been more like fucking a log than an eager man. I wondered if academically oriented PhD candidates were into sex. I laughed to myself. Of course, they were sexual men, but they all seemed tentative and timid. No one would let themselves go or let it all hang out.
I had never seen two men fucking. I had never been used by two men before. It was all new and I liked it. It usually takes me a while to get going in the morning, but I was feeling good as I went to breakfast. The dining room was close to being full, but I found an empty seat and asked if I could sit there. That was fine with them. The men were old friends from Savanna. Big Bill seemed to be the leader of the group. He owned a big auto dealership. He sat next to a man they called I've-got-a-Deal Malloy. He was Big Bill's best salesman. A guy named Skeeter, his pal Johnny and another guy named Butkus completed the group.
I introduce myself and said I was a professor at a college.
"Damn, you were doing really good on the quiz last night. Are you a ringer?" Butkus asked.
"Nope," I replied. "I'm here by myself and didn't know a sole on the ship when I came on board. Everyone seems friendly."
"Well, Butkus is a good guy too but he's a bit competitive when it comes to the quiz," Big Bill said. "Fair and square is the rule here. I've-got-a-Deal is competitive too, but he's never snaked a customer away from another salesman."
"I've had some problems at my school," I said. "Some guys will do anything to get ahead."
"What do you do to get ahead?" Butkus asked.
"I just finished a book. I'm hoping it will be a success and help me move up the academic ladder," I said.
"That's sounds fine. I know some guys who try to fuck and suck their way to the top," Butkus said.
I smiled. "Have you tried that?" I asked.
"Butkus has a world's fair exhibit hanging between his legs," Skeeter said. "He would split an ass in half if he fucked him. I noticed you were entertaining a guy on your back porch last night. Was he a new friend too?"
"I had just met him," I said. "I've heard about quick shipboard romances, but I never expected I would have one."
"You're in love with him?" Butkus asked.
"Well, he is a nice guy and I liked him. I fell in love with him as he was rear loading me. Somehow, when his cum drooled out of my ass, I fell out of love and he was just a nice guy again." The men laughed. We had a good breakfast and good conversation.
When we broke up, Butkus came over to me. "Do you think you could fall in love with me for ten minutes?" he asked.
I told him that might be possible. "I've never taken a big one, I'm curious," I said.
He smiled. "See you later," he said as he went off.
I sat on the deck relaxing for the morning, but there were a series of brief thunderstorms in the afternoon, so I went to the exercise room. The room was fully equipped and had showers, a sauna and a steam room. The attendants were young, handsome men. It was all laid back and there was no intense exercise.
I mentioned that to Adam, one of the attendants.
"With a group like this we are more worried about heart attacks than the exercise," he explained. We like to be friendly and social. Some of these men are prime heart attack material. By the way, this isn't like some clubs where they patrol the showers for men enjoying themselves. We do check to see if everyone is okay. Some guys overdo the heat."
I smiled. "A guy told me we had to clean up any sperm dripping on the floor," I said.
Adam nodded. "We are worried about slipping on a slippery spot." He reached out a played with my balls and whispered, "I wouldn't mind taking your cream from the spigot. I like it fresh."
"I'll keep that in mind," I said. I went to the bikes and road for a while and then went to the steam room. I sat next to a muscular guy.
"I'm Donavan. I'm a salvage diver from Charleston," he said, I introduced myself. Two guys in the back had separated as I entered, but they moved closer when I began talking with Donovan. I thought he was in his forties, but he was ten years older and in exceptionally good shape. I had seen him at during the quiz, but the wore baggy clothes that obscured his physique.
He asked me what I was looking for. I told I was just looking to see what pops up. He leaned close to me. "Are you interested in anything that might pop into you?" he asked. I glanced at his cock and smiled.
"I'm interested in a lot of things," I said. "We could go to my cabin."
"This may sound stupid, but when I was younger the steam room at the gym was the only place, I could get lucky. It was a quickie, but a drop of water in a desert is still water. This place turns me on," he said. "A guy comes around to check things, but he's with the program." I leaned over and licked his puckered foreskin.
"You like the wrapper?" he asked. I mumbled yes and worked my tongue into the skin wrapper. The tip of my tongue encountered his wide slit. I tried to suck his skin into my mouth and force my tongue into his cum channel.
"Wow," he moaned. "You're good! You've done this before?"
"I've never sucked an uncut cock before," I whispered. I returned to his slit just in time to taste the first glob of precum ooze from his balls. "Tasty," I said. I glanced to the side and saw the other couple in the sixty-nine position on the bench.
Donavan was a precum soda fountain. It excited me and I thought it was good for him. I misjudged his reaction when he filled my mouth with what seemed like a pint or two of thick man seed.
"Sorry about that," he said. "It's a bit intimate for a first date."
"I almost choked. That not a complaint; it's a compliment," I said. I sat up and kissed him. He got all hot and bothered when he tasted his cum on my mouth.
"I usually don't take cum. I guess this means I will be taking your load," he said. "I love to fuck can I get a rain check on visiting your ass?"
"We have a week ahead," I said. "I'll make a space for you on my dance card." Donavan left as Adam entered.
I was still sitting on the bench. Adam stood in front of me, pivoted around and bent over. His hole was wide open. I stood and nuzzled my cock in his ass pucker. I pushed a little and slid in deep. He was well lubricated.
"Damn, I needed that," he moaned. I wondered if Adam was just providing a friendly service as part of his duty on the ship. A few seconds later I didn't care one bit. His ass was shrink wrapped to my cock and I loved it. The two men at the back of the s room broke up and one of them lingered to feed his cock to Adam. As the two of us pounded him from both ends, it got more exciting. The two of us shot off together maybe ten seconds before Adam unload.
That night I was at Donovan's table. For the first three nights the ship encouraged men to mingle and get to know the other men. The CCG men were mostly well acquainted, but I only knew a few. Donovan was with a younger diver, Sharky, Emmett, a designer from Charleston and his sugar daddy, Melvin. The sixth man at the table was a pretty young thing named Beaumont.
I had preconceptions about the men that were almost entirely wrong. I assumed that Sharky was Donovan's boy toy. Donavan was apparently the top man in his field and Sharky was learning the trade. They shared common sexual, interests but not together. Donavan didn't mix business with pleasure especially in the dangerous work of ship salvaging. Emmett had been Melvin's boy-toy but had developed a successful business and now supported Melvin. Beaumont was an undereducated redneck from rural Georgia. He wanted to move up in the world and didn't know how to do it. Beaumont didn't know much, but he was willing to learn.
After dinner, the crew put on a little variety show called Pirates on Parade. It was amateurish, but cleverly so. The scheme was that 17th century pirates found themselves on a luxury liner in the 1930s. Whoever directed the show knew how to get the most out of the modest talents of the crew. It was funny, entertaining and not long. I went to my cabin and a few minutes later and Butkus knocked I on my door. A few minutes later, Carlo and Beaumont dropped by. Of course, we were all naked and either erect or semi-erect.
There were no blushing virgins in the group, and no one pretended to be shy. Butkus told us he was full service. He said he topped, bottomed and would fuck sideways if he could figure out how to do it. "Since we're all naked all our merchandise is on the table. Is anyone squeamish about going at it like dogs in heat?" he asked. "Tell us now of forever hold your peace." No one objected.
"I have what you might call a special request," Beaumont said. "I have a warm spot for sperm. If any of you have a load in your mouth or dripping from your ass, I like to lick it up."
"How long is your tongue?" Butkus asked.
"To tell you the truth, that's one of the things I'd like to find out," Beaumont replied.
Carlo and I were the older guys in the group. Butkus and Beaumont were younger. The cruise line had provided a goody bag in each cabin that included lubricants in addition to candy, crackers, soap and shampoo. The CCG provided poppers and a sex toy.
It was odd in some ways. It was clear that all of us wanted to participate and connect. There was no wondering if this man or that man was interested, of if a blow job was okay, but a poke in the ass was too much. There were no reasonable limits or constraints. I had thought that some might have agreed to just be one of the guys. I might have been closer to be that type than the others, but it wasn't a problem. Butkus and Beaumont double teamed me, with on fucking me the other second sucking, but they switched positions. Each man took my cock too.
Carlo joined in, and Shark came later and joined the festivities. I sat on Shark's cock as Carlo sucked me. Technically it was a wild and crazy orgy. To me it seemed to be a group of oversexed men exploring the possibilities.