Jesse felt both out of place and excited when he walked into the men's locker room.
To celebrate his 20
th
birthday, his parents splurged on a cruise for the three of them. Okay, it was heavily discounted and his parents also had wanted to go on a cruise for a while, but the gesture was definitely there. It was his first cruise ever, and he could tell that the following week was going to be one of the best of his life.
The gigantic ship had set out and he wanted to relax in the steam room to kick off his first day at sea. He didn't even know that the cruise had a steam room and sauna, but he learned about it during the tour they had taken the day prior and was immediately interested.
It wasn't really because of the steam room, though.
It was because of the men.
As a young gay male, Jesse had heard stories about saunas and things like that. He wasn't sure about the exhibitionism and sex acts, he figured that was just made up, but even a cursory glance around the locker room could tell him that men were fine getting naked in these situations.
Granted, most of the men were middle aged or not really his type, but it was still fascinating to him.
Despite that, Jesse felt kind of pathetic. He was an inexperienced virgin, and now he was getting excited about just looking at random 40-somethings he didn't know. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
He tried to shake that thought out of his head. If nothing else, he could still relax in the steam room. That sounded nice.
With his towel around his waist and swimsuit on, he entered the men's steam room.
It felt like he was in the middle of a cloud. The air was translucent with vapor and the space felt heavier, thicker with all the steam. It wasn't exactly hot, but it was incredibly humid and warm.
After about a minute the door opened. The air was foggy and he didn't have his glasses on, so he couldn't really make out the two men that walked in until they sat down next to him.
Holy shit, these guys were hot!
The first one was tall and somewhat furry, likely Latino from the looks of it. He had short dark hair and great definition on his chest. The second one was a black man a little on the short side, but had a bubble butt Jesse didn't think could possibly exist outside of porn.
They walked in with their towels around their shoulders and he could clearly see their cocks. He tried to cover his erection with a towel, which was actually pretty easy, considering how small it was.
As turned on as he was, Jesse also felt jealous. He was pale and awkward and had a little flab in a few places despite trying to get in shape. He felt like a boy among men, almost unworthy.
His thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the black man.
"Hey there! You alright? You need to take a break from the steam?" His voice was masculine, but had a bit of an effeminate lilt.
Jesse realized he was freaking out a little and tried to get his bearings, thankful that the heat gave him an excuse to blush.
"No, that's fine. I'm okay."
"I don't think you're doing yourself any favors by covering up like that," the Latino said. His voice was deep, 100%
man
. "You're supposed to let your body breathe in here."
"Oh...really?" Jesse wasn't excited about exposing his unimpressive body to these two gods among men.
"Yeah," the black guy nodded in agreement. "It's fine, we don't mind, clearly." He gestured to the naked forms of himself and his companion.
Looking at the two men, Jesse felt like they were nothing but friendly.
Hesitantly, he dropped his towel and took off his swimsuit, still putting his hands over his crotch.
He didn't want them to see his cock. It was too embarrassing.
The Latino, who was closer to him, lightly put his hand on Jesse's shoulder.
"See, doesn't that feel better?"
He nodded, sweating from the heat and arousal.
The black guy stretched a bit. "We were excited when we found out this ship has a steam room and sauna. It's a great way to decompress after a workout."
Jesse nodded again, not knowing what to say.
"Is this your first cruise?" the Latino asked.
"Yeah. It's for my twentieth birthday."
"Good for you. We're here for our anniversary. We've been married for what, fifty years now?" he turned to the black guy, who rolled his eyes and punched his arm.
"Five years, you jackass."
Jesse gulped a bit. Looking at their fingers, he saw matching wedding bands. These men weren't just sexy, they were gay! And they were so nice, too!
The black guy stood up and moved so he could sit down on the other side of Jesse.
"My name is Darren, and that's Miguel. What's your name?"
Jesse shuddered, feeling almost suffocated by how turned on he was.
"My name is J-Jesse," he stuttered out.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Jesse." Darren flashed his pearly white grin at him.
They sat in silence for a minute before Miguel spoke.
"You don't have to cover yourself for us. We don't mind."
Jesse turned even redder.
"Miguel, stop it," Darren chided. "If he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to."
The young man shook his head.
"N-no, it's fine." For some reason, being around these two made him feel comfortable. He felt...braver.
Slowly he removed his hands from his still very much erect cock. His penis was Jesse's greatest insecurity, and that got even worse when he saw his pathetic little dicklet next to Miguel and Darren's members.
Miguel's cock was smooth, straight, and long, at least six inches soft, maybe more. He was uncut and his cockhead was slightly poking out of its sheath in a sexy way. Darren was somewhat shorter, but incredibly thick. Jesse had no problem imagining that thing ballooning into the girth of a soda can.
Jesse, on the other hand, was tiny, hard or soft. Throughout puberty, he had measured it so many times, infuriated that it wasn't growing like how he wanted. Even at his very hardest, even with him taking extreme liberties about where the base of his penis was, he could only make it to just under four inches.
Thankfully, the two men didn't laugh at him, or even worse try to console him by saying his little cock was cute or something. True to their word, they didn't bat an eye and just kept talking to him.
They continued their conversation until Darren looked at the large clock on the wall.
"We should get out of here. It's not smart to stay for more than fifteen minutes or so."
The husbands stood up and Miguel extended a hand to Jesse, helping him stand.
"It was nice talking to you," he said, and holy shit, he sounded like he
meant
it.
"We should keep this going," Darren agreed. "We're getting lunch on the Lido deck later. Wanna meet up with us?"
Jesse's eyes widened. Being able to talk with these two wonderful, beautiful men with his clothes on and with full control of his mental faculties sounded nice. It sounded really nice.
"Sure, I'd love to!" Instantly he wished he hadn't sounded so eager, but it didn't seem to be noticeable to Miguel and Darren.
"How does 12 sound? We'll meet by the pizza kitchen."
"Sure. Sure." Jesse tried to sound more chill.
All three went back to the locker room. Miguel and Darren changed and left, but Jesse sat down for a few minutes, trying to absorb everything.
He didn't exactly know what just happened, or what was coming next, but he knew one thing for sure.
He wanted to find out.
*****
Darren unlocked the door to the cabin he and Miguel were sharing.
"I think we've found our guy," he said.
"Yeah, for sure," Miguel agreed. "But I still don't see the point in taking it so slow."
Darren rolled his eyes before closing the door.
"That kid is really shy, in case you haven't noticed. He was shaking like a leaf when we walked in. Do you want to scare him away?"
Miguel flopped on the bed, which was essentially an army cot with nice sheets.
"What makes you think he'd run? You saw his little boner. He would have sucked my dick on the spot if I asked."
Darren was definitely aware of that. He needed to keep under control back there himself. Seeing such a cute white boy with a cute little white boy cock, so eager and wet behind the ears, damn, it was hot.
"Look, we're doing this, so we're doing it right. We don't want to come off like we're trying to seduce him."
Miguel laughed confusedly.
"Did I miss something? Because I thought that was
exactly
what we're trying to do."
"Yeah, but we need to ease him into it. Just trust me on this." He flopped down next to his lover. Miguel cupped his cheek.
"I trust you, babe." They kissed.
Darren remembered all the food at the cruise's buffet. It would be hard to keep under control.
"Even with the gym, I don't know how I'm not gaining weight this week."
"That's not a problem." Miguel put his hands on his husband's perfect ass. "The thought of this thing getting even bigger? Incredibly hot."
Darren rolled his eyes before they kissed again.
*****
Jesse felt like an idiot, sitting by the 24-hour pizza kitchen. What the hell was he trying to prove?
In a desperate attempt to not be late, Jesse left his room at 11:30, because clearly the walk to the buffet that couldn't possibly take more than five minutes was going to swallow up a lot of time. Then, even though he still had over twenty minutes, he sat there, not getting any food, because on the off chance that Miguel and Darren were extremely early, they would obviously get offended at Jesse not also being there unreasonably early and leave.
He asked for a four-cheese pizza, but the pizza kitchen was in high demand and he wouldn't be getting it soon. So he just sat there, not even daring to look at his phone in case Miguel and Darren walked up.
Miguel was amused to see Jesse expectantly waiting like a puppy waits for his owner to come home from work. He looked at his phone and saw that it was 11:52. This boy did not want to be late.
Jesse's nerves died down a bit as the three of them had lunch. Now that they were clothed, he could focus more on their personalities. Not that he didn't want to see them naked again, he did, but for now this was lovely.
