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I spotted the hot couple by the pool on our second day at sea. I was pissed that my parents had dragged me on a family cruise, but perhaps I had found a silver lining with the two hotties. I couldn’t keep my eyes off them, staring openly at them. And the best part—they were staring right back at me, clearly down to fuck.

“Stay away from those two guys,” my father warned from his deck chair, his eyes peering over his book, aptly noticing the way the two hotties were eye fucking me from across the pool.

“What? What guys?” I played dumb.

“The two fa—” he stopped himself from uttering the slur. “The two salad tossers,” he corrected with a subtle nod in their direction.

“Salad tossers?”

“Yeah—you know—salad tossers—fruits,” he snapped. “They’re fucking gay.”

“You don’t know that they’re gay, Dad,” I countered, secretly enjoying messing with his bigotry.

“Christ, Kyle,” Dad admonished. “It’s pretty damn obvious they’re gay. You’re leaving for college soon, and so you better learn how to identify homosexuals like them.”

“Why?” I demanded, aghast.

“Because they’ll corrupt you—indoctrinate you and try to turn you gay like them,” my dad espoused ignorantly. “Young guys like you will see them as an easy alternative to pussy, but it’s a dangerous path fraught with sinful immorality. No good can come if it.”

I could think of lots of good, in fact, and so I kept my mouth shut. There was no sense in trying to argue with my dad’s old brand of homophobia.

“I’ve got a massage in ten minutes,” my dad announced abruptly, looking at his phone. “Be sure to meet your mother and me back at the cabin before dinner.”

And then, to my relief, Dad was gone. My attention returned to the hotties across the pool. Dad was barely gone two minutes when the taller of the two approached me.

“Hey—I’m Jeff,” he introduced himself, even hotter up close, if that was possible. “Mind if I sit here?” he gestured to the empty deck chair next to me.

“Yeah—uh—sure,” I replied, tongue tied and trying not to stare at his gloriously hairy chest. “I’m Kyle.”

“Nice to meet you, Kyle,” Jeff extended his meaty hand. “Was that your dad who just left—or your daddy? It can be so hard to tell sometimes.”

“I’m—I’m sorry. I don’t understand.”

“That man—is he your father or is he your boyfriend?”

“Oh my god,” I laughed. “He’s my father.”

“Well then—I can see where you get your good looks,” Jeff smiled. “And your rather large endowment,” he looked down at my cock, expanding involuntarily in my swim trunks.

Was this really happening?

“That guy you’re with,” I gestured to his other half staring at us intently from across the pool. “Is he your boyfriend?”

“Yes,” Jeff answered proudly. “That’s Drew. In fact—he sent me over here to ask you something.”

“Uh—okay. Ask me what?”

“Drew wants to know if you might like to fuck him up the ass?”

“Jesus,” I gasped. “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely,” Jeff smiled. “I very much like to be a cuckold—to get cucked.”

“Cucked? I don’t know what that—”

“It means I like to watch my boyfriend getting fucked by another guy,” he explained. “Especially a hot, hung guy like you.”

“Yeah—I’ll fuck him,” I agreed readily. “I’ll fuck Drew.”

Jeff gave a nod and a surreptitious wink to Drew from across the pool. The deal was done. Jeff then gave me their cabin number and instructed me to drop by in thirty minutes to allow Drew to get prepped and ready.

“You might want to wrap a towel around your waist before you leave,” Jeff joked as he departed, staring down at my tented swim trunks. “That big thing will frighten all the little kids running around here.”

The next thirty minutes traveled at a snail’s pace, my big dick aching to be buried in Dale’s eager cunt. I had played around with a few buds on camping trips, fucking one of them up the ass a few times. But nothing compared to what awaited me in Jeff and Drew’s cabin. Unlike my camping escapades, this felt grown up, like I was finally going to fuck like a man.

“Come in, Kyle,” Jeff greeted me at their cabin door with a devilish grin. “Drew is waiting for you.”

Wearing nothing but a black jockstrap, Drew was on all fours upon the bed. His pink, puckered cunt was slathered in lube, pulsing and beckoning me to mount it. I froze in anticipation.

“What are you waiting for?” Drew scolded me playfully. “Get that big dick in me.”

“Allow me to help,” Jeff offered, undoing the drawstring of my swim trunks, unleashing my hard nine-incher. Grasping it by the base, Jeff dropped to his knees and deftly swallowed my cock, my balls pressed against his chin. With his hands on my ass, Jeff sucked me hungrily for a moment or two.

“Sorry,” he apologized with a wink, releasing me before it was too late. “I just needed a taste of that big thing.”

Jeff then stripped down naked, his thick cock hard and leaking precum. Taking his place on the bed next to Drew, a front row seat to the show, Jeff ordered me to mount his boyfriend.

“Fuuuck,” I exhaled, pushing into Drew, the warm folds of his cunt embracing my big cock.

“Jesus,” Drew winced. “You’re hung like fuck. Start slow, okay?”

I held still for a moment, allowing Drew to adjust to my girth, before commencing with some slow, steady strokes. Jesus, his ass felt incredible.

“You like his big dick in you, baby?” Jeff asked Drew, his lips at his ear. “You like his big cock in your tight pussy?”

“Yes,” Drew replied, grinding against me, pushing me deeper into his void. “His big cock feels so fucking good.”

“I’m glad, baby,” he kissed Drew softly upon the head. And then turning to me, Jeff ordered, “Now fuck the shit out of him. Destroy his pussy.”

Obediently, I began to pummel Drew’s hole, pulling on his jockstrap like I was holding the reins to a bucking bronco. Drew responded in turn, his hips matching my rhythm, riding my cock at a breakneck pace.

Instinctively, Drew lowered his head on the bed, pushing his ass higher, moaning like a bitch. The angle allowed me to go deeper, pounding further and further into his depths.

“Yeah—fuck him,” Jeff cheered me on from the sidelines. “Fuck him with that big dick.”

Not content to be a passive observer, Jeff’s hand was on my ballsack, tugging on my balls as they swung beneath me. Jeff’s finger then slid along my shaft, pushing up into Drew’s hole as I continued to fuck him, stretching his sphincter even wider. As his finger rubbed against my cock, I imagined the arousing sensation to be something akin to double penetration.

Withdrawing his wet finger from Drew’s hole, giving my balls another playful tug, Jeff’s thick finger found my hole. Teasing me, he began to push inside, fingering my ass while I continued to fuck Drew’s ass. The feeling was overwhelmingly intense. And then Jeff found my prostate.

“Holy Christ,” I gasped, Jeff rubbing the nubby cum button inside me as Drew continued to milk my cock with his tight sphincter.

“You ever shoot your load with a finger up your ass?” Jeff asked, his thick finger mimicking the same rhythm my cock was delivering to Drew’s hole.

“No,” I bit my lip, trying to hold back, my balls beginning to throb.

“You won’t believe the orgasm you’ll have,” Jeff warned. “But only one thing could make it better.”

And then it happened. Jeff withdrew his finger and promptly shoved his eight-incher up my ass—with my cock still inside Drew. The feeling was mind blowing.

“OH FUCK,” I cried, sandwiched between the two hairy studs, my cock buried in Drew with Jeff’s cock buried in me. It was the hottest thing I had ever experienced—and my balls agreed.

“I’m close,” I warned, holding back no longer an option.

“Breed me,” Drew begged. “Fuckin’ seed my cunt.”

“SHIT—I’m cumming—FUCK,” I announced as my dick exploded inside Drew, the biggest orgasm I had ever experienced, my eyes rolling back into my head, Jeff’s big cock still up my ass.

“Damn—I can feel you cumming,” Jeff exclaimed, my sphincter pulsing on his cock with a rhythmic beat as my load spewed into Drew. “I’m gonna bust, too. You want my load? Can I cum inside you?”

“Fuck yeah,” I agreed eagerly. And just as my cock stopped throbbing inside of Drew, Jeff’s cock began to throb inside my depths.

“FUCK—SHIT,” Jeff grunted out his load inside of me, his breath hot at my ear. The sensation of dual orgasms was completely overwhelming, my cum leaving my body just as I accepted Jeff’s cum—simultaneously giving and receiving man’s most precious elixir.

“That was fucking insane,” Drew marveled as I collapsed upon him, Jeff collapsing upon me. Jeff then pulled out of me, his cum dripping down the back of my ballsack and co-mingling with my own cum on the bedsheet as I pulled out of Drew.

“Shit,” I exclaimed, noting the alarm clock on the bed table. “I’ve gotta get showered for dinner. My parents will kill me if we’re late.”

“Drew is trying to line up a few guys to tag his hole tonight,” Jeff shared as I retrieved my swim trunks from the floor. “You want to come by again—maybe around 11 pm—and dump another load in him?”

I readily agree to come back that night before dashing out the door, Jeff’s load still dripping from my hole. I secretly hoped he might want to dump another load in me, too.

Once again, time traveled at a snail’s pace as I endured an achingly dull dinner in the ship’s dining room with my parents. My asshole father felt the need to play inquisitor.

“Where were you all afternoon, Kyle?” my father quizzed me over our stuffed lobster. “I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

“Just hanging out with a couple of guys,” I answered truthfully.

“I hope not the wrong kind of guys,” Dad sneered, his eyes appraising me. “Those immoral, sinful guys at the pool, perhaps?”

“Leave Kyle alone,” my mom interceded. “I’m glad he’s made some friends on the ship.”

After dinner, my parents insisted that I join them for a painfully annoying comedian in the comedy lounge. At around 10 pm, my dad went to the bar as my mom retired to our cabin. I walked the ship for another hour, my cock throbbing with each step, eager for some more fun with Jeff and Drew. At 11 pm, I knocked on their cabin door.

“Glad you made it back,” Jeff pulled me into the darkened cabin. He was naked and I could hear Drew moaning from the bed, the silhouette of a beefy guy grunting and thrusting atop him.

“I see the party’s already started,” I whispered in Jeff’s ear as I pulled off my clothes, eager to tag Drew next.

“Yeah,” Jeff laughed. “Drew just returned from the bar with this older, married guy with a big dick.”

And then I heard it—my father’s inimitable voice barking, “That’s it, bitch. Take my big, fucking cock.”