True travel sex stories. Any you're willing to share?

[m4same]

I'm ready to read more stories.  Anyone?

[acaressandakiss]

This happened in July of 2023. The weekend after the 4th of July. I was at LaGuardia airport in NYC waiting for my flight. I had arrived about two hours early and was just playing around on my phone. I decided to switch on Grindr to half heartedly see what is out there. In my profile I put "Want to suck." Almost immediately I get a message from a femme, long haired twink.

Not usually my type, but being bored I decide to speak with him. He asks what gate I am at and turns out he is at the gate right next to mine. He then asks "do you want to see it?" And I reply "what my gate?" He replies "Not what I meant haha." He then asks if I'm looking. I say yes, but we were probably limited in what we could do since we were at an airport. He then asks if I want to meet in the family bathroom.

I always thought that having hookups in public restrooms was trashy and gross, but for some reason on this day I was really into the idea of the excitement of doing something naughty with a complete stranger in a semi public place. I agree.

We both head towards the bathroom. I go to the family bathroom and find it is occupied. I text him on Grindr and ask him to open the door. He says he is not in the family bathroom. I go into the main men restroom and find him coming out of the stall at the end of the walkway. We awkwardly laugh about the mishap with the family bathroom and with a motion of his head he beckons me into the stall.

We both glance quickly over our shoulders and rush into the stall together. His belt clinks softly as he quickly pulls down his pants to reveal his yummy  looking cut white cock. I would estimate 6.5 inches. Immediately I duck down and start sucking him. I suck him deep and hard. He lifts up his shirt and tilts his head back as I bob my up on down on his cock. I rub his cock wet with my saliva while I look up at him and run my hands across his thin body and nipples.

In a moment of awkwardness I then run my fingers through his long hair and we both share an awkward laugh. I start sucking him vigorously again and alternate between deep throating him and spitting on my hand and giving him a handjob. Very quickly he whispers that he's going to cum. He lets out a stifled moan and his cock starts shooting out thick and creamy white cum.

I can't contain myself and I place my mouth over his cum covered cock licking up his sweet seed and sensually torturing his sensitive member with my tongue. He tilts his head back further as I roughly continue to suck on his sensitive cock. I wipe my mouth off as he pulls his pants up and buckles his belt. He thanks me. I ask him that he go out of the stall first and I will follow him.

When I arrive back at my gate I text him and told him how hot it was and how I loved that his cum with super tasty and creamy. I then say "I hope I was good" to which he replies with 5 stars. I asked if he could stay in touch and he gave me his Snapchat. He lives about 300 miles from me. I highly doubt we will ever meet up in person again, but it's a nice thought.

Also, thanks to him, I have started to get an appreciation for long haired, femme twinks. Never thought I would ever be into guys with long hair let alone twink femme types, but there is something about seeing a long haired guy in ecstasy that turns me on so much now. As exciting as it was what with the risk of being caught and all, I highly doubt that I will ever suck a guy off in a public place again.

[m4same]

Last year when I visited Ft Lauderdale, I had many experiences.  I'm returning in February and hope to come back with a story.

 

I will share an experience from a few years ago. I met an older (70s?) man when we were both getting massages at the same time (different rooms.) After, I saw him in the hot tub.  About an hour later, I was at happy hour at the resort and I saw him staggering toward the gathering.  I raced over and helped him to a seat.  I asked what was wrong.  He replied that he thought he was having a heart attack and was about to die and then asked me if I want to come to his room and give him a blow job.  I asked if he had any water after the massage and hot tub.  He replied that he hadn't.  I suggested perhaps he was dehydrated and brought him water.  He was fine after that. I will say that may have been the least sexy pickup line I ever received.

[Whippoorwill]

In the winter of 2019, I was in India for month, and made sure to be in Mumbai for Gay Pride weekend. This was the first year after homosexuality had been legalized in India, and there was a huge parade with lot of handsome men (think dark and handsome) and exotic drag queens, as well as a number of parties. I was amused that many people photographed me, the old white guy marching with them in the parade. I also spent some energy seeing who I could pickup in my travels around town. One day I was on a (very crowded, as always) commuter train when a middle aged Indian and I caught each other's eye. Standing on a crowded train, it was easy to grab some cock with no one noticing. At one point, he motioned for me to get off, and said meet at the gent's at the next station, a place he regularly visited. We did, but it was a small restroom and too busy for my taste (sic) to do more than cop a look or two. So he motioned me outside, and took me to a complex of four-story walk-up apartment houses in a garden, that amazingly for India, was not walled, nor did it have a doorman/guard as most such places do. This was clearly a regular place for his trysts, and we walked in, and went at it in one of the stairwells (that took me back to memories of my freshman dorm where the top floor stairwell was a usual spot for a tryst). We both got off, and only got interrupted once by a resident of one of the apartments, who amazingly never gave us a second look. This married man was hot for a date at my hotel, especially when he found out I was staying at the Oberoi. There however the entrance was well guarded, and anyway, I wasn't as hot for him as he was for me, so I demurred. Our meeting did give me the idea of train station t-rooms (and juicy memories of t-rooms in Grand Central, Penn Station, and multiple stations in London and Paris) so I headed to the neo-gothic Victoria Terminus, now called the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus, and probably the largest and busiest train station in India. Right where all the trains terminate, there is the t-room to beat (sic) all t-rooms. When you walk in, there are two rows of urinals back to back, of probably 75 to 100 urinals each. The first 50 maybe are people doing what they are supposed to be doing...the farthest 50 in each row were 100% jerk and suck. And a constant supply of new meat, as 40 tracks of trains disgorge tens of thousands of (mostly) men going to and from work. I could hardly finish with one guy before his cock got replaced by another. Because of the culture, most homosexual men in India have traditionally been married to women. But as we all know, a guy has to be a guy, even if it is for five minute quickies. As an old t-room queen, this was heaven, and brought me back to the station several days in a row. 

[m4same]

On 11/23/2024 at 5:11 PM, Whippoorwill said:

In the winter of 2019, I was in India for month, and made sure to be in Mumbai for Gay Pride weekend. This was the first year after homosexuality had been legalized in India, and there was a huge parade with lot of handsome men (think dark and handsome) and exotic drag queens, as well as a number of parties. I was amused that many people photographed me, the old white guy marching with them in the parade. I also spent some energy seeing who I could pickup in my travels around town. One day I was on a (very crowded, as always) commuter train when a middle aged Indian and I caught each other's eye. Standing on a crowded train, it was easy to grab some cock with no one noticing. At one point, he motioned for me to get off, and said meet at the gent's at the next station, a place he regularly visited. We did, but it was a small restroom and too busy for my taste (sic) to do more than cop a look or two. So he motioned me outside, and took me to a complex of four-story walk-up apartment houses in a garden, that amazingly for India, was not walled, nor did it have a doorman/guard as most such places do. This was clearly a regular place for his trysts, and we walked in, and went at it in one of the stairwells (that took me back to memories of my freshman dorm where the top floor stairwell was a usual spot for a tryst). We both got off, and only got interrupted once by a resident of one of the apartments, who amazingly never gave us a second look. This married man was hot for a date at my hotel, especially when he found out I was staying at the Oberoi. There however the entrance was well guarded, and anyway, I wasn't as hot for him as he was for me, so I demurred. Our meeting did give me the idea of train station t-rooms (and juicy memories of t-rooms in Grand Central, Penn Station, and multiple stations in London and Paris) so I headed to the neo-gothic Victoria Terminus, now called the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus, and probably the largest and busiest train station in India. Right where all the trains terminate, there is the t-room to beat (sic) all t-rooms. When you walk in, there are two rows of urinals back to back, of probably 75 to 100 urinals each. The first 50 maybe are people doing what they are supposed to be doing...the farthest 50 in each row were 100% jerk and suck. And a constant supply of new meat, as 40 tracks of trains disgorge tens of thousands of (mostly) men going to and from work. I could hardly finish with one guy before his cock got replaced by another. Because of the culture, most homosexual men in India have traditionally been married to women. But as we all know, a guy has to be a guy, even if it is for five minute quickies. As an old t-room queen, this was heaven, and brought me back to the station several days in a row. 

Thanks for the story.  I will soon be traveling around southern India.  It would be nice to have a few experiences I could share here.

[Steve_D]

These stories are super intriguing-anyone else have one to share? 

[m4same]

On 12/5/2024 at 7:03 PM, Steve_D said:

These stories are super intriguing-anyone else have one to share? 

I'm hoping to have more experiences to share here...

[Steve_D]

On 12/9/2024 at 8:39 AM, m4same said:

I'm hoping to have more experiences to share here...

Any more stories out there? 

[Whippoorwill]

Sexual adventurer that I am, I have so many stories. Problem is I forget which ones I have written about before. Let's try this one. My first job out of college was in Iran, (during the era of the Shah, before the Islamic Republic), when I was in my early 20s. I lived in a small provincial capital...probably about 20,000 people. The day I moved into my house, the doorbell rang, and it was two students. There was Farid, one of those stunningly beautiful boys we have all seen on countless TV newscasts...light olive skin, piercing dark eyes, black hair, long eyelashes...a real looker. Upper class city stock. His friend Salman was village stock...coarser facial details, dark swarthy look. Mr. Butch. Could have been a leather number in training if he lived here. They came in and we tried to talk in their high school English and my weak Farsi. They saw I had a stereo (newly purchased on a layover in Beruit) and said "Play the Beatles". (That's how long ago this was). Then they said, "Teach us the Twist." So we started dancing, ass to ass to ass, and of course it was blistering hot, so we soon took of our shirts. Then one said lets take off our belts. This was really odd. A few minutes later, he said, lets take off our trousers. Iranians wear layered pants...trousers on the outside, then pajama-like long underpants, and then boxer shorts. So I was in my boxers and they were in their pajama like pants. By this time I could see right where this was going. Me, 21 or22; them younger; me, a foreigner; an Islamic country. First day, in my house, with no window coverings! Well, judgement went out the window, and we were soon writhing on the floor naked. Soon Farid, the pretty boy, was on his back, legs in the air, spreading his cheeks. I grabbed some Nivea face cream, lubed up, and he took me like a champ. The next thing I knew, Salman was in my ass, and I was the white filling in the middle of an oreo. It was incredible on a whole bunch of levels, not the least of which I had prepared myself for two years of beating off and nothing else in this conservative country. Before they left that evening, we did it twice more. 

Fast forward to the next day, and the door bell rings, and it is another youth, Nader. Tall, thin, sophisticated, better English, in a white shirt and slacks. We talked as best we could, had tea, when out of the blue, he asks me, via sign language, if I had fucked Farid the day before. I shook my head NO. Why not, he said, everyone else does. At which point he is looking at my crotch, starts stroking his dick, and pulls me in for a deep kiss. This ended on my bedroll on the floor (furniture hadn't arrived yet), and him fucking me. Pure bliss. Well, not so pure. He had a beautifully developing body, with his torso dusted with teen-aged hair just starting to come in. Moslems are circumcised, and use a depilatory on their body hair. We fell asleep in each others arms. An hour later, the door bell rang and I could see it was Farid and Salman, who invited themselves in. I had Nader's shirt around my waist, Nader was laying on his back on the bedroll at full mast, and a great four-way ensued. 

It turned out that Farid and Salman were lovers, that Farid indeed was the town peg board, and that all three of them were part of what I can only describe as a roving orgy of young unattached men. In traditional Iran, men are kept away from women until marriage, so the guys are all doing each other. There were numerous parties, in someone or another's house, featuring the local rot gut vodka or rot gut beer, hashish, and cock and ass wall to wall. A well-known secret. The camel in the living room, if you will.

Enough for now. How about some other travel stories, guys? 

 

[Km411]

Holy crap; I haven’t lived….

[Whippoorwill]

KM411...It's never too late. Go make an appointment with the provider of your dreams! 

[musclestuduws]

On 4/25/2024 at 7:53 PM, Whippoorwill said:

I have traveled a lot, and sex has always been an important part of my life. So many stories I could tell. Here's an extra special one. One evening, in my early 40s, I was in St Peter's Square, Vatican City, and there was a cute (turned out to be French) 18ish boy hanging around. We chatted, and quickly picked each other up. He was staying in a cheap hotel, and we went back to his. We hopped in bed and immediately were going at it. Soon there was pounding on the door and the Italian grandmother hotel-keeper screaming at the top of her lungs. She had seen us come in, and was irate that there were two people in the single room. She threw us out. He grabbed his backpack and we headed to my place. Through some unusual circumstances I was staying in a convent catering to pilgrims, right on the edge of the Vatican. Through a priest friend of mine who was stationed at the Vatican, I wrangled a front door key out of the nuns who ran the place, so we were able to sneak in late at night. We soon were in my single bed, fucking like bunnies. He stayed three nights with me, fucking our eyeballs out, until he had to return to Nice. Each morning we would leave with the morning crowd of pilgrims, and never got caught, and snuck back in nights when they were all in bed. I can still see him, laying naked on the bed in the morning sun, cock at full mast, in front of a window with St Peter's just beyond.

He later came to study in the US, and for a couple of years we would call each other occasionally. Ah sweet youth. 

Omg, sacrilege! What would the Pope have said? 🤣

[Whippoorwill]

Here's what today's pope has said (2023):

"VATICAN CITY (CNS) -- Pope Francis reaffirmed that homosexuality is not a crime, and that any sexual act outside of marriage is a sin, in a written response to a request for clarification about his remarks during a recent interview with the Associated Press. In an interview with the agency televised and published in Spanish Jan. 25, the pope had said that "being homosexual is not a crime. It is not a crime." He defined as "unjust" laws that criminalize homosexuality or homosexual activity and urged church members, including bishops, to show "tenderness" as God does with each of his children. In the interview the pope said, "We are all children of God, and God loves us as we are and for the strength that each of us fights for our dignity. Being homosexual is not a crime. It is not a crime." Then, he voiced an objection to that statement, followed by how he would respond to that objection, saying, "'Yes, but it is a sin.' Fine, but first let us distinguish between a sin and a crime." "It's also a sin to lack charity with one another," he added."

Yup. I subscribe to showing tenderness to every (18 or over) child I can. 

[moonlight]

@Whippoorwill, I'd like to purchase your autobiography. Those stories are great.

Pre-revolutionary Iran, post-legalization India... that really runs the gamut. And I happen to like smut that comes with a history lesson or two.

[m4same]

You are a strong writer.  I love your story. What a fantasy come true.

[m4same]

I’m currently traveling in India with a performance group. About a week ago, I (65) was met a young (30?) year old man on Scruff.  For whatever reason, I am getting a ton of attention on the app here. Anyway, the guy wanted to meet.  I wasn’t comfortable hooking up, so I suggested coffee and then we will see.  Well, he bought me coffee and we had a great visit.  He has a handsome face, thick dark hair, and deep dark eyes with long thick lashes. I invited him to my room and he accepted.  We were kissing and ended up naked and sucking when I heard a knock on my door.  He ran and hid in the bathroom and I wrapped a towel around my waist.  One of my friends from the group got the wrong room. We went back to playing and in a few minutes I heard another knock and we went through the same motions.  This time, the knock was on another door, but the sound traveled.  By now I was distracted and couldn’t finish.  My friend, however, came to a spectacular finish.  It was copious and impressive.  We parted ways but remain in touch.  That night and the next morning, I was able to finished based on the memory of our hot but interrupted encounter. I’m hoping he attends grad school in the US and we can meet again before too long.

[Whippoorwill]

Interesting. In 2019, just after the legalization of homosexuality, I (then age 76) marched in the Gay Pride Parade in Mumbai. I got a lot of attention too. Not sure just why. I can imagine several cultural explanations, but I just took it and enjoyed those stunning Indian men.

[Steve_D]

Bumping - any new stories? 

[Guest]

My first time in Puerto Vallarta, I stayed at Almar, a gay resort. I met a couple there who proposed a threesome. It was my first. I went to their hotel room. They were maybe 15-20 years older than me. One man took my hand and guided me to the bed, where I got on my hands and knees, and he sidled up behind me and started to finger my hole. The other man was in a bathrobe. He stood at the edge of the bed, where my head was, and he started to massage my back, starting with the shoulders and leaning forward to extend his hands down to my lower back. As he did, he penis dangled out of his robe and in front of me. I took it in my hand and pulled closer to my mouth. He moved forward and kneeled on the bed, and I started sucking him. The husband started to push himself in my butt hole. Once he was in, he started outright pounding me hard. This continued for a couple minutes before he stopped, much sooner than I would have wished, but he said he wanted to enjoy my mouth, too. I kept sucking the other guy, who had now disrobed completely. When he ejaculated in my mouth, I swallowed as he moaned. The husband had been stroking on the bed next to me, with his other hand holding onto my leg. I got up and turned around and pulled that second guy to the edge of the bed and put my hands on his legs to spread them. I started to suck him, with my hand massaging the base of his penis and scrotum, and the other hand was massaging his pelvis right about the penis. He came quickly, and unfortunately his semen tasted... off... so I spit his load in the sink.

Then I returned to the bed to masturbate and get some release myself. One husband got on the bed and stroked my inner thighs; the other got on the bed behind me and rubbed my nipples. I started to seize up, approaching orgasm, and when I came, my load squirted pretty high. Both men let out an audible, "Oooooh!" Which honestly made me laugh out loud. Then they laughed. The one behind me started to massage my semen into my chest hair, while the other took my penis in his hand and licked my tip, squeezing my penis to get the last bits of cum out, like a toothpaste tube.

We laid in bed like that for a couple minutes more, then I thanked them for the fun times, and I returned to my room.

[m4same]

On 1/20/2025 at 4:12 AM, Angel-Ayy said:

My first time in Puerto Vallarta, I stayed at Almar, a gay resort. I met a couple there who proposed a threesome. It was my first. I went to their hotel room. They were maybe 15-20 years older than me. One man took my hand and guided me to the bed, where I got on my hands and knees, and he sidled up behind me and started to finger my hole. The other man was in a bathrobe. He stood at the edge of the bed, where my head was, and he started to massage my back, starting with the shoulders and leaning forward to extend his hands down to my lower back. As he did, he penis dangled out of his robe and in front of me. I took it in my hand and pulled closer to my mouth. He moved forward and kneeled on the bed, and I started sucking him. The husband started to push himself in my butt hole. Once he was in, he started outright pounding me hard. This continued for a couple minutes before he stopped, much sooner than I would have wished, but he said he wanted to enjoy my mouth, too. I kept sucking the other guy, who had now disrobed completely. When he ejaculated in my mouth, I swallowed as he moaned. The husband had been stroking on the bed next to me, with his other hand holding onto my leg. I got up and turned around and pulled that second guy to the edge of the bed and put my hands on his legs to spread them. I started to suck him, with my hand massaging the base of his penis and scrotum, and the other hand was massaging his pelvis right about the penis. He came quickly, and unfortunately his semen tasted... off... so I spit his load in the sink.

Then I returned to the bed to masturbate and get some release myself. One husband got on the bed and stroked my inner thighs; the other got on the bed behind me and rubbed my nipples. I started to seize up, approaching orgasm, and when I came, my load squirted pretty high. Both men let out an audible, "Oooooh!" Which honestly made me laugh out loud. Then they laughed. The one behind me started to massage my semen into my chest hair, while the other took my penis in his hand and licked my tip, squeezing my penis to get the last bits of cum out, like a toothpaste tube.

We laid in bed like that for a couple minutes more, then I thanked them for the fun times, and I returned to my room.

Thanks for sharing.  I like your descriptions. 

[sydneyboy]

On 1/1/2025 at 8:39 AM, Whippoorwill said:

Here's what today's pope has said (2023):

"VATICAN CITY (CNS) -- Pope Francis reaffirmed that homosexuality is not a crime, and that any sexual act outside of marriage is a sin, in a written response to a request for clarification about his remarks during a recent interview with the Associated Press. In an interview with the agency televised and published in Spanish Jan. 25, the pope had said that "being homosexual is not a crime. It is not a crime." He defined as "unjust" laws that criminalize homosexuality or homosexual activity and urged church members, including bishops, to show "tenderness" as God does with each of his children. In the interview the pope said, "We are all children of God, and God loves us as we are and for the strength that each of us fights for our dignity. Being homosexual is not a crime. It is not a crime." Then, he voiced an objection to that statement, followed by how he would respond to that objection, saying, "'Yes, but it is a sin.' Fine, but first let us distinguish between a sin and a crime." "It's also a sin to lack charity with one another," he added."

Yup. I subscribe to showing tenderness to every (18 or over) child I can. 

“It is the essence of a wise social system to label certain harmless practices as “sin” but tolerate those who perform them whereby the pleasure of wickedness is obtained without harm to anyone.” 
Bertrand Russell 

[m4same]

Any more stories?  I enjoy reading them.

[shinj518]

On a cruise last year to Alaska with family, I had three different encounters, one in port and two on the ship.

In Skagway, I had finished my bike tour and was walking around town on my own and on grindr. I saw the same usual guys from the ship browsing, but most were touring with friends and families and not really looking for any action immediately. Then I started chatting with a young guy in his early 20s who said he could host and was looking for right now. He was a cute seasonal worker and it was his day off and he was super horny so I made my way over to meet him. When I got to his room, I could smell the lingering sweet scent of weed and discovered he was high in addition to being very horny. We started making out, then got his clothes off quickly and he got on all fours and presented his ass to me. I started eating that tight hole out, getting it wet with my tongue and warming it up for my dick. When I was satisfied it was slick enough, I got up and had him suck my dick to get it wet, then went back to his hole and started sliding in with just saliva as lube. I fucked him good and he was moaning and begging for me to fuck him hard and breed him. When it got a little dry, I ate that ass out again to get it wet, then kept fucking him til I started shooting my thick load inside of him, filling him up. He stayed there with his ass up so my cum would stay inside, smiling and still high as fuck. I got dressed, we thanked each other, and I left and went back to ship extremely satisfied with my time in Skagway. 

[shinj518]

My second encounter on the cruise was onboard. The dancers are often very hot onboard, and many are often gay. Usually though they're not quite so slutty with guests and are more discreet and careful. One British dancer on this cruise though was an absolute slut. He somehow was staying in an interior guest cabin as opposed to being in the crew area, so he had an excuse to be in guest areas and didn't have to worry about getting caught where he wasn't supposed to be. 

Anyways, I find him on grindr late at night, and hes had a long day of rehearsals, and is horny and wants to get pounded hard. I make my way to his cabin where hes left the door open and is inside with the lights off, face down ass up on the bed. And boy, as a dancer, his ass and thighs were muscled and bubbly and I went to town eating out that tight muscle ass. He was really into poppers and kept getting high on poppers and I could tell he really wanted to get fucked so I got some lube from the table next to the bed, slathered myself up, and started fucking him. We couldn't be too loud but I pounded him hard on the bed and covered his mouth when he would start groaning too loudly. His hole felt amazing and he was really flexible so I spread his legs open really wide to get better access. Not quite the splits but close enough. He was begging for my cum and it was already late at night, so I didn't fuck for too long. I climaxes, unloading in him, and stayed in him for a while kissing the back of his neck while my dick softened and my load started to dribble out a little. I licked his ass again to get a taste of his freshly bred hole, then as I was leaving, he said it'll be a good surprise for the next guy who was coming in a bit. So hot.

[shinj518]

My third encounter on that cruise started also on grindr. On my profile I list that I'm into 3somes and groups, and this other top messaged me and said he was chatting with another bottom guy on the ship who was wanting to get fucked by two tops.

We all were discreet on the app without pictures so we weren't sure what each other looked like, but we were all into each other's stats enough that we decided to meet up in my room (I had a cabin to myself). The other top was married to a woman and he was traveling with her and their kids, and turns out the bottom guy was traveling with his longterm boyfriend/partner who wasn't as kinky yet and went to bed early. They weren't exactly open so he was sneaking around.

Anyways they both come to my cabin, and as often happens, its the other top who arrives first. He seems to be in his 50s, kind of chubby dad bod build (definitely heavier than the stats he had shared), nothing super hot or sexy, but to me, he was just another top buddy with whom i was going to share a bottom so i didnt need to find him particularly attractive. We do the awkward chit chat about nothing, mentioning guys we've seen on the cruise, etc. trying to pass the time before the bottom arrives (and desperately hoping he is real and doesn't flake). 

After what felt like ages but was probably only 10 minutes, the bottom finally arrives. He was in his mid 30s, tall, masculine, toned build, with a great ass and a decently sized dick. After getting quickly undressed, he starts sucking the other top first while I start playing with his ass (you may have noticed a theme from the other two stories). Im eating his ass out and hes tiiight. Feels like he hasn't been fucked in a while (and he said that his bf hadn't fucked him recently which is why he was so horny). So I eat his ass and finger it to get it wet and warmed up. 

After a while, I had him turn around and he started to suck my dick and the other top lines up with his ass and starts to fuck him. He goes slowly at first cause he can feel the bottom is tight but the bottom starts to rock back and forth and go harder too. The top starts fucking harder and I face fuck him harder too, gagging him and making him deepthroat my dick. At some point, I want to fuck him to, so we turn him around and he starts sucking the other top again (ATM is so fucking hot) and I start pounding his pussy. We go for a bit this way and then the other top says he's going to cum so we quickly switch again so the other top can breed his hole. 

Seeing a guy get freshly bred is a huge turn on for me so I then quickly start to climax and tell him to turn around again and I fuck my load into him, feeling the warm load from the other guy lubing up at the hole. He cleans both of our dicks with his mouth and the other top quickly dresses and leaves. The bottom stays and we chat for a bit and exchange numbers to keep in touch. Unfortunately I didn't get to breed him again on that cruise and he lives on the other side of the country, but we stay in touch with the hopes that we will be able to fuck again some day when we are in the same place. 

That was a fun cruise.