Shove that cock in me..

He and his muscular boyfriend were the only gay couple on the cruise ship. I had spotted them at the breakfast buffet that morning, my two-year old daughter clinging to me as my wife tried to flag down a server for a bowl of Cheerios. His boyfriend was attractive, but not nearly as hot. They both seemed to be checking me out as my daughter tried to shove a slimy piece of banana at me. It had been years, before my wedding to be exact, since I had my cock in a guy. But seeing this hottie made me long for some ass again. 

I was delighted to spot him and his boyfriend in a pair of deck chairs by the pool later that afternoon. “Why don’t you take Hannah to that kiddie pool over there?” I suggested to my wife, angling to break free of them. “I’m gonna grab a beer at the pool bar.” My wife agreed reluctantly, and soon I was crossing the pool deck, approaching the hottie and his boyfriend on my way to the bar. 

Christ, he looked hot as I drew closer to them. To my delight, the hottie looked up at me — giving me the look. I had seen that look many times in my life. From frat parties, to gym saunas, to seedy bars—that look always ended with me fucking the guy. And it was clear as day to me that this hottie on the pool deck wanted my cock. 

“I’ll have what he’s having,” the hottie said to the bartender, gesturing to my Corona with lime as he unexpectedly sidled up next to me at the pool bar. “I’m Bryce,” he introduced, his hand extended as his eyes traveled downward and lingered on my crotch. 

“Jeff,” I replied, shaking his hand, my cock hardening in my swim trunks at the sight of him.

“Cute family you got there,” Bryce smiled, nodding his head toward my wife and Hannah in the kiddie pool. 

“Thanks. You can have them,” I joked tipping back my beer. 

“Nah. I’d rather have your cock,” he replied, his eyes fixated on my bulging crotch again. 

“Shit,” I gasped, nearly spraying him with my beer. His direct approach had caught me off guard. “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely. My boyfriend over there,” Bryce gestured to the muscular guy in the deck chair, “likes to be cucked. And we’re wondering if you might be game to fuck me in our cabin while he watches.”

“Shit, man. That sounds hot,” I answered, instantly recalling my frat brothers watching me fuck a slutty dude who would often bend over for us. “When?”

“How about twenty minutes? I just need to prep,” he replied. “Cabin 306.”

Bryce departed as I made my way to the kiddie pool. I hung out with my wife and kid, keeping my eye on a clock over the pool bar. “I think I’m gonna hit the ship’s gym,” I told my wife after waiting about fifteen minutes. “I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Alright,” my wife consented unwillingly. “But don’t forget you promised to take Hannah down the twisty pool slide later,” she reminded. I nodded in agreement as I made my getaway. 

“The door’s unlocked,” came a voice from within cabin 306 when I knocked. Letting myself in, I discovered Bryce naked on the bed, his legs spread wide as he fingered his prepped hole. Jesus, he looked hot. I couldn’t believe my luck. In a chair next to the bed was Bryce’s muscular boyfriend, wearing a white spa robe that strained against his muscular body. 

“I’m Kyle,” introduced the muscled boyfriend. “Bryce is ready for you. So drop those swim trunks and fuck him.” Needing no further orders, I stepped out of my trunks, my hard eight-incher springing to attention as I climbed on the bed and got between Bryce’s open legs. 

“Yeah, get that big cock in me,” Bryce encouraged as I pressed up against his wet hole. “FUCK,” he gasped as I plunged into him, mashing my balls against his ass. 

“You like his cunt?” asked Kyle from his chair. “You like your big cock in his wet, tight cunt?”

“Uh huh,” I nodded, giving Bryce some slow steady strokes, concentrating on not busting my load too fast. His ass felt incredible. 

“Good. Now call him a faggot while you fuck him,” ordered Kyle.

“What?” I replied. “I don’t—”

“Call him a FAGGOT,” Kyle demanded. “Bryce gets off on it.”

“Yeah, faggot. Take this big cock,” I complied, giving Bryce a deep thrust.

“Mmm, yeah. I’m your dirty faggot,” Bryce responded, wrapping his hairy legs tighter around me. “Fuck me like a faggot.”

With my hands planted firmly on the bed, I raised myself into a plank and began to jackhammer Bryce’s tight hole. It was warm inside the cabin, and soon my sweat was dripping down upon Bryce, matting his furry chest. He tilted his pelvis slightly to take me deeper, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the cabin as I pummeled him harder. 

“That’s it. Destroy his cunt,” Kyle praised from his chair. “You gonna give that faggot some cum? You gonna fuckin’ seed his ass?”

“Uh huh,” I answered, briefly wiping my sweaty brow with one hand as I continued to pound the living shit out of Bryce’s sweet cunt. 

“I want you to breed me,” begged Bryce, looking up into my eyes. “I want to feel your cum inside me.” He wouldn’t have to wait. 

“Oh FUCK. I’m gonna shoot,” I announced with urgency. 

“Yeah, shoot your load in him,” Kyle ordered. “Seed that dirty faggot’s cunt.”

“FUCK . . . SHIT,” I roared as my cock erupted inside of Bryce. “That’s it—take my cum, you motherfuckin’ faggot.”

“Mmm, your cum is so warm inside me,” Bryce moaned, grabbing my ass and pulling me deeper inside him as my balls finished flooding his guts. 

“Damn, that was hot,” I exclaimed while pulling out of Bryce, my pearly load trickling out of his wrecked hole. Instantly, Kyle dropped out of his chair and squatted on his muscular legs, taking my spent cock in his mouth as he sucked it clean. 

“There’s more cum for you here, babe,” Bryce called to Kyle, fingering his cummy hole. Kyle released my cock and climbed between Bryce’s legs, burying his face in Bryce’s used cunt as he fed on my warm load. My cock was rock hard again as I watched them, envisioning dumping another load in Bryce once Kyle had cleaned out his messy hole. But then my phone buzzed. 

“Where the hell are you?” my needy wife texted. “Hannah wants to go on the twisty slide. This is supposed to be a FAMILY vacation.”

I pulled on my swim trunks and took my leave from cabin 306 just as Kyle stood up, my load smeared across his face, and opened his robe. Sliding his hard cock into Bryce’s used hole, I heard Kyle say, “Now you get my cock, you dirty faggot.”