Caribbean Cruising – Scene 3
Title: Swallowed Salty Seas in Scene Three
The ship rocked gently as daylight streamed via the porthole, casting a golden glow over the sturdy body of Commander John. This hardened sailor had seen his justifiable share of storms at sea, however nothing fairly just like the tempest brewing inside him. Arousal pulsed like a drumbeat via his veins.
A mysterious_grid a porthole barely massive sufficient to slide a hand via divided his captain’s quarters from the bathroom. A mutual love of musky, masculine scents had pushed the crewmen to lease the adjoining cabins on this cruise. They had taken to exchanging furtive caresses and lustful glances, their homosexual cravings for one another constructing to a fever pitch.
Captain Jack, as rippling with muscle mass as his namesake, emerged from the seaweeks earlier than, his tan pores and skin slick with sweat. Their eyes met in a charged look, darkish wishes swimming between them. “I thought I heard you up, John,” Jack drawled.
“I was about to wash up, Captain,” John rumbled. His cock stirred in his breeches, chafing in opposition to the tough material. “Care to join me?”
Jack licked his full lips. “It would be my pleasure, Commander.”
He sidestepped via the grid. Now there was merely a flimsy wood door between them, a trivial barrier for 2 males practically exploding with need. Jack’s broad shoulders stuffed the doorway as he poked his head via.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Jack growled. “Crack my head with that thick cock of yours.”
Commander John unbuttoned his breeches, releasing his turgid manhood. It sprang out, sizzling and arduous, a lot too lengthy to suit via the small opening. But he might work with that.
He pressed the swollen head in opposition to Jack’s mouth, feeling the new breathy gasp in opposition to his throbbing flesh. Jack’s lips parted, taking him in. The proficient tongue swirled across the tip, lapping up the salty pre-cum.
John gripped himself, pumping his size via the doorway. The tight warmth of Jack’s throat engulfed the delicate head on each thrust. Drool dripped down Jack’s chin, making essentially the most lewd sucking noises as he swallowed John’s aching member.
“That’s it,” John grunted, bucking his hips. “Choke on my cock, you filthy sailor. Service your commander.”
He imagined ramming his entire shaft down Jack’s grasping gullet, the tight muscle mass clenching and rippling round him as he facefucked him into oblivion. His heavy balls swung and slapped in opposition to the doorframe with each deep thrust. The pleasure constructed sizzling and quick, his climax coiling on the base of his backbone.
Jack popped off, panting raggedly. “Don’t you dare cum yet,” he commanded. “Not until I’ve had my fill.”
With that, he withdrew his head. Before John might protest, Jack resumed working his personal thick cock via the grid as an alternative. Veins bulged alongside the meaty shaft as Jack pumped himself, biteable pectorals flexing as he gaining velocity. He rubbed the weeping tip over John’s lips, spreading salty essence throughout them.
John licked his personal essence from Jack’s plump lips and tried to plunge his tongue via the outlet, Jones serial present, searching for extra. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he moaned. “Want more of your cock. Please, Captain.”
“Shh, almost there,” Jack panted. His thrusts grew frantic, chasing his approaching climax. “Gonna paint your lips white. Mark you as mine.”
With a guttural cry, Jack tensed. He seized the doorway for leverage and slammed via it with shallow jabs simply as his cock pulsed and juddered. Thick ropes of cum sprayed throughout John’s open mouth and chin, salty-sweet and totally intoxicating.
John caught most on his tongue, savoring the musky taste, however some dripped down his neck. He ran it alongside his throat and as much as collect on his tongue, placing on a present. “Mmm, thank you, Captain,” he purred. “And now, my turn…”
He gripped himself once more and began pumping quick and arduous, clenching his tooth in willpower to not spill till he was completely seated in Jack’s throat. His beneficiant cock twitched, balls drawing up. Jack took him inside once more, swallowing round his thick size as John got here in pulsing jets, flooding his throat with seed.
They each sagged again as if launched from a siege, utterly spent within the afterglow. John might hardly bear in mind the final time launch felt so good. Maybe it was the taboo thrill of being so completely caught within the act, or simply that Jack had forged a spell on him he could not break.
“I think we should meet more often, Commander,” Jack remarked, licking cum from his lips. “And not at sea.”
John barked amusing. “I’ll second that notion, Captain. Knew there was a reason teamwork makes the dream work.”
They drifted off to a peaceable slumber, their respective bunks groaned beneath the load of their gratefully exhausted our bodies. The Caribbean waves crashed soothingly outdoors, questioning what different devious secrets and techniques the 2 males held
