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Although I am very blessed, the times when a gift from my wife surprised me were few and far between. I learned to drop hints hard, or God only knows what they might be. But it was my 60th, so it was big, and I thought I would leave her alone.

Not that it would have been the end of the world, but I began to think she had forgotten. Then she made my favorite meal and gave me a full-body massage, a good tongue lashing, and a hard pegging. Pleased with my birthday offerings, I kissed her goodnight, settling in for the night, but then the light turned on, and she handed me an envelope.

(Opening it.) "Oh, a cruise; when do we leave?"

"Look again." She said in a sinister voice.

I was gobsmacked at first, "Oh, a Gay Cruise and only one ticket." She kissed me again and wished me a final Happy Birthday.

The following day was Sunday, and we hung out at home for the most part. And after the good fucking she gave me, she was the first one up. I didn't need the smell of coffee and the crackling of bacon to find her, but it did not hurt either.

She was in her shorty robe, reaching up for plates; it did little to hide the roundness of her ass. She jumped when my hand took hold, commenting how they were cold. "Well, maybe to your hot ass, which l enjoy so much it they are." l responded.

We made it through breakfast before she asked. "So, what do you think?" l knew she meant the cruise.

"Well, don't you think it would have been better if we went together?" She thought for a moment. "Me and a boatload of swinging cocks does sound fun." (We both laughed.) "No, l thought you were missing that." (Meaning male on male) And she was right. Not Gay, but every bit of Bisexual with a preference for Bottom. But to be honest, the idea both excited me and scared the shit out of me. A fish out of water of sorts, l guess. But six days later, she was dropping me off for who knows what.

When l was aboard, there was a sea of bald and greying guys like me, with a splattering of youngsters. This was a plus in my books, feeling out of sorts. After getting underway, little time was wasted before dinner was served; after that, l ponied up to the bar.

Right off the bat, a young guy approached me, offering me a drink. I think the confusion was what stood out the most. Thanks, but no thanks. Regret filled my mind; l mean, l came to this side later in life, same-sex play, having to put aside a bald head, hairy back, or hanging balls. I have one of those, two if my wife didn't shave my back for me. With regret, l looked across the room, and there he was, a vision of the star quarterback who was surely not suffering any of those things l mentioned. But then l watched him and another older guest make their way out of the bar area to one's room or the other, l imagine. Then, the bartender informed me it was a thing: young guys that like older guys lacking similar bodies.

After two hours of being too afraid to initiate and no more offers, l retreat to my room. l masturbated, but that did little to quench my thirst. Thoughts of that young buck and what could have been gave me little relief. So l dug into my bag to get the things to shower before bed. My wife packed my bag, and it seemed strange that she included a loop of rope, which we used from time to time, me tying her to our iron bed.

In the shower, l got a thought, one far scarier than everything combined so far. But when would l ever have a chance like this again? Never, l would guess. So l took my time shaving my cock and balls, which most likely didn't need it. Then, when I got out, l grabbed the Do Not Disturb sign you hang on the door. Turning it over, l wrote "Free use Bottom." Preparing the rope, using a knot learned while a Scout, once in, there would be no escape. (Maybe l should have thought that one out better.)

I hung the sign and flipped the lock, which kept the door ajar. Then I straddled the corner of the bed, ass up. A tug at the rope, and there I was, whatever happened next completely out of my control.

I have a good sense of timing, so about forty minutes felt like hours when the door opened, and the door again hit the ajar lock. I could hear heavy breathing, but the towel l wrapped around my head kept sight of me. Although l had left lube and wipes on the dresser, the mystery man chose to spit on my hole, and then he rushed his fat cock inside of me.

I could feel the weight of his big belly up in my lower back and his hairy legs as they brushed against mine, which is naturally hairless. I guess regret is the word that would sum it up best. But thankfully, it only lasted a few minutes, finding no joy in the experience or his hot load left deep inside of me.

l tugged at the ropes, making the knot tighter and more uncomfortable. There was a light tap at the door, and a soft voice said. "Hello." Then, a second voice, which was very similar. "Well, it looks like we are not the first." (I'm sure referring to the cum leaking out of my ass.) One said, "It looks like you could use a little clean-up." The towelettes burned at first, but l could concentrate on their gentle touch, leaving that first guy all but forgotten.

The chill of lube was refreshing, and when l was asked if l was up for another round, l only answered with. "Please." It wasn't until his flesh bumped against mine that l was sure he was in, not that his penis was small, but the skillset was well above most. His cock felt good and exactly what l was after; my moan grew louder and easier when the bottom half of the towel around my head was lifted. There was no mystery to the second guy pressing the head of his cock against my lips; l gladly parted them, welcoming him in. l found bliss at that moment, one cock in my ass and another working my mouth. But l think it had more to do with who l was with, a caring couple that has figured it all out.

At one point, they switched; l was thankful for the odd taste of the second guy's cock, which told me he made use of the wipes before offering himself to me, and it dissipated pretty quickly. One waited in the other, and then together they came, filling me at both ends. I could have used a little clean-up myself, having orgasmed up in the bed myself. But as one offered me a sip of water as the other cleaned up the rear end, l was more than thankful.

It was about another hour when l heard the door again; it seemed like just one guy this time. His hands roamed freely over my body, which made me hard again. But instead of mounting me, he pulled my cock back and began to suck on it. I moaned even louder when his thumb rubbed against my hole, yet he just kept sucking, then adding finger fucking me as he did.

It felt so good that I fought off coming, but after about fifteen minutes, I lost that battle. But not before a fair warning, as he didn't stop. I took that as permission to proceed. His commitment was "Yummy." And to that, I asked him to free me, having to pee badly. He untied me, and I was surprised to see it was that same young man from earlier. We jumped in the shower and afterward climbed into bed together.

I woke first, pulling back the cover with a great appreciation for his young and strong body. His shaved cock and balls seemed to be the perfect breakfast, and l wasted little time before enjoying them. He woke, his only response was to wrap his soft lips around my precum-soaked cock. Being younger and so less controlled, he came into my mouth, making the perfect opportunity for me to take his firm ass.

We took no others from then on, and I could only hope he was as happy as I was about it. We sucked and fucked as often as we could for the rest of the trip and exchanged numbers on the last day. Oddly enough, he lived only twenty minutes from me. I'm unsure what I thought or hoped for, but I'm content with these wonderful few days.

But a few days later, my wife handed me that piece of paper she found in my pocket before doing laundry. I confessed to everything after that, waiting for her response. In a surprising move, she reached for her phone and called him. Confused from only hearing one side of the conversation, I waited for my wife's response and whatever penalty awaited me.

"Okay, we are on for Saturday. You still have the rope, right?"