(This is a story set on a gay cruise ship where I am the Cruise Director and Tom is one of our regular customers. It may or may not be an extract of a larger story, depending on whether my real Lit friend Tom and I get inspired again.)
I watched you leave after another rambunctious evening in the ball room. It is only day 3 of the cruise and already you are proving something of a star. Swapping butt plugs on stage was inspired. Especially using the go pro and the big screen to let everyone in the room see what was going on.
But even you get tired, Tom, and you stumbled out of the ball room with those two Trinidadian guys in tow. Ferdie and Opie. The waiters. You wiggling your ass with Tyrone's butt plug hanging out. He's way too big for you, Tom, but no one tells you what you can and can't push up your ass.
I retired to my cabin with Siwan and Tae, my favourite little Korean guys, who fingered and sucked me into a deep, refreshing sleep.
You are nowhere to be seen when I cum down to the pool deck next morning. I left Siwan and Tae on my bed by the open window. They are off shift this morning so I let them sleep. They looked so cute and hot, lying there naked, their smooth little bodies intertwined on my soiled sheets. I pulled on my speedo, the yellow one with the one inch sides which is fully transparent when wet, and kissed their limp cocks. They both stirred and stretched, but didn't wake.
Tyrone is working this morning. He is naked except for the collar and bow tie uniform of the breakfast waiters. The white collar glows against his jet black skin, itself reflecting the low morning sun. He has placed freshly squeezed orange juice on the table beside my sun lounge. I enjoy it while I watch him ass fuck another early riser. It's the guy from Seattle, 50 something, fit and tanned, enjoys big black cocks inside him, like you do. Tyrone has him bent over a bench, his hands on the guy's hips, pulling his ass up to him. The Jamaican is so strong that even Seattle guy is being used like a soft toy, just some lump of white sissy flesh for Tyrone to pound and then discharge his black man seed into.
Tyrone makes eye contact and I raise my glass to him. He knows he has an appointment with you next.
He unloads into Seattle guy, who cries out in pain and ecstasy. Tyrone lets him slide off the cock and onto the bench. I shake my head. Tyrone knows not to let the guy clean him up. We have spoken. I want Tyrone to wake you up with another guy's ass fluids still running off his cock. I want to see just how filthy and depraved you really are, Tom. Although I think I know after watching you clean all those butt plugs with your mouth last night.
I rise, walk inside and Tyrone follows. Don't worry about the coffee, I say. Ferdie and Opie are awake when I enter your cabin. They are beautiful interracial men, black, white, South Asian, who can tell what mix? Shorter than Tyrone, smooth chested, neat facial hair on their upper lips and under their chin. They have no clothes to collect in your cabin. I shush them so as not to wake you, and they sidle out past Tyrone, smiling and rubbing their cocks awake for the morning show.
Tyrone and I don't need to speak. We have agreed that he will wake you with his cock in your mouth. I know how disappointed you were yesterday when you couldn't quite swallow him all the way down. He is big, even for a six foot Jamaican. Big and broad like a tree trunk. Like a snake. I tell him with my eyes to stand close to where your head is lying at the base of your bed. His cock is hardening. I've told him to take the tablets. A double dose. You are going to take his cock inside your mouth this morning. Inside your throat. All the way down. Lubed by the inside of Seattle guy's ass.
I wake you gently. Tom, I say. Open your mouth for me. I play with your cock and finger your ass. You stir, groaning a little, stretching your arms and then your legs, easing my access. Your ass is dry but caked in cum. Ferdie and Opie have obviously used you in the night.
