Chapter 1 – Embarkation
I had just made a killing on a quick in-and-out stock investment and decided to spend some of my profits on a nice cruise. I called my connection with a major cruise line and booked passage for a seven-day cruise of the Mexican Riviera.
Something most people don't know about and have never heard about is that all cruise ships have a small number of super-luxury staterooms, usually reserved for cruise line executives and ultra VIP's. Something I had discovered on an earlier cruise is that the father of one of the ship's captains was the best friend of my own grandfather when the two of them grew up in a small village in Italy. From this key connection I was entered into the "inner circle" of the cruise line.
You might ask what this special treatment entails. Well, first off, I don't have to go through the tedious waiting to get aboard ship. All my documentation is processed before I even arrive on the dock, and me and my baggage is whisked aboard ship while the masses are queuing up in long, slow-moving lines. I am in my cabin before most people have reached the gangway.
My stateroom compares with a luxury suite at a fine hotel. Two large rooms, one for sleeping and one for entertaining or living, as well as a huge bathroom that is as big as one of the regular staterooms on board. The couch and chairs are upholstered with fine leather, and the fixtures are all wood or brass. One entire wall is panoramic, floor-to-ceiling glass giving me a beautiful view. Any meal served in any of the ship's restaurants is available to me with room service or even several items not on the regular menu, and the bar is stocked with anything I require, as well as real Cuban cigars in a humidor. The stateroom has it's own private entrance and anything I might desire is a phone call away.
But the best part is that the stateroom comes with two, full-time servants, a maid and a cabin steward. They are generally the youngest and most attractive the crew has to offer and are there to meet my every whim.
The cruise line keeps records of its VIP's and their individual desires. When I arrived Ramon, the steward, had already put away all my clothes. The bar was stocked with my favorite brands of Whisky and Vodka, as well as a case of Perrier. The humidor was full of Monte Cristo #4 cigars and my ship-to-shore phone and e-mail accounts awaited me.
Ramon and Dea, the maid, stood at the ready when I came through the door and asked what I wanted. I told them I wanted a bath and a cigar and they jumped to action.
Let me describe my "staff" to you. Ramon was 5' 10", thin but muscular and light-skinned, looking more Spanish than Mexican. He wore tight black shorts and a uniform polo shirt with a nametag over the left breast pocket. Dea was from Croatia but was half-Italian, so she had a certain duskiness to her. She was slender, but carried large, firm breasts high on her chest. I knew I would be having fun with these two!
I stripped off my clothes and went to the bathtub, already full and scented with lavender and vanilla suds. After I had sunk into the water, Ramon brought my cigar, clipped it, and lit it for me. A fine crystal ashtray was brought out and placed next to the tub. As I smoked it, Ramon stood at parade rest awaiting my next order.
As I smoked and soaked, I eyed Ramon's crotch. His tight shorts highlighted his hardening penis. My own member started to grow in the water as I imagined his cock, nestled in a thick bush of pubic hair between those muscular thighs.
I motioned him over and placed my hand on him, stroking his penis through the thin material of his shorts. He smiled at me, knowing that pleasing me sexually was one of his duties. As I said, the cruise lines keep records of ALL their VIP's habits and needs.
In one motion, Ramon lowered his shorts and stood before me, naked to the waist. I was not disappointed, as his cock was very thick. His pubic hair was wild and curly and very dense, just how I liked it. His balls were huge and hung low in a fuzzy sack. His foreskin was long and floppy; one of the things I love when I travel is an uncircumcised cock.
As I stroked it it grew, the foreskin naturally retracting and exposing the large glans. It got to be ten inches when fully erect, and I subconsciously licked my lips.
Normally I am strictly a top, but on the rare occasion I encountered a penis bigger than my own nine inches, I make exceptions. I leaned out of the tub and took his cock in my mouth. Ramon let out a groan as I did, stepping closer to allow me to get more of his meat in my mouth. I stroked the shaft with one hand and cradled his big, sperm-filled testicles in the other. I took as much of it in my mouth and down my throat as I could, but that was only about half. Ramon grunted from the simulation. My own cock was ready to explode, but that would have to wait.
He put his hand on my head, urging me on as I sucked and stroked his horse cock. I would take breaks from sucking to lick the shaft and his balls, and even stuck a finger up his ass, which I think surprised him. Before long he was thrusting his hips and I felt his orgasm approaching. I stuck a second finger in his ass and this triggered him, and he shot thick ropes of his seed down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could but couldn't keep up. Some of his semen spilled out onto my chin and he licked it up himself.
One he had calmed down a little, I got out of the tub. He went back to servant mode and grabbed a huge, soft towel and dried me off, paying particular attention to my own hardening member. Once I was dry he got on his knees and took my cock into his mouth. He was very skilled with his tongue and got me close to cumming in less than a minute. But I wanted to wait.
