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Cruise

The cruise sounded good. I needed to get away from my miseries. There were plenty and I wanted to escape them all. Expectations are often difficult to live up to.

The food was wonderful and there was plenty of it. The drinks were cheap with no duties payable. The ship was big enough that I didn't need to take anything for sea sickness. There was just a comfortable roll and yaw that was soothing. The duty free shopping was wonderful.

I read books on the deck as I sipped the fancy drinks and ate little nibbles. Some people sat next to me in their deck chairs. It was all so congenial around me, though in the pool there was often raucous laughter and the hint of more. After two days though, I was bored. To sit in view of the swimming pool, under the umbrella, was uncomfortably tempting. It was on the third day that the temptation won. I desperately wanted a swim and decided that I would. To hell with it, I thought. I went to the duty free shop to get some swimming trunks. I looked everywhere for a pair that would be appropriate. There weren't any boxer style swimming trunks left, they'd had a run on them because they had a ribbon that one's cabin key could be tied to. They also had the shipping lines logo on them and looked good.

I was stuck with the old fashioned Speedo style, close hugging and cut so there wasn't a lot of fabric to them. For most this was no problem but I wasn't sure whether they'd be good for me. I could choose a yellow pair which looked bilious, an orange pair that looked like dog vomit, a green pair that looked like engine grease or a white pair which made no statement at all. I chose the white pair so I wouldn't stand out.

I had them on under my shorts when I went on deck. I claimed my usual deck chair and spread my towel on it. Then I stripped off and in my new bathers walked a little self consciously to the pool. I waited for a space to clear in the pool and dived in. The water was warm and beautiful. I stood and looked around. Against the blue of the pool the shapes of legs and arms were stark. The swimming costumes looked wonderful as they added to the color contrasts. There were so many bikinis on display, which in turn displayed breasts that were pert, breasts that were generous and all in between. They bounced and lolled as they appeared before me.

I got out for another dive. I love the feeling of cutting through the water. It's kind of sexual in a way, not that I'd know. My dive was good, I knifed into the clear, warm water and went about three quarters of the way to the other end. I thought that if I tried I could get all the way. I got out and with a few deep breaths I dived. It's funny how when there's an intention the foundations are often lost. I skewed my dive and only got half way to the end. I rolled onto my back and floated for a while, it was lovely to feel the buoyancy. It's like being in another world, cut from hearing and unable to look apart from up and having to close my eyes because of the sun. I bumped into other swimmers but it was ok.

When I'd floated enough, I stood. I hadn't been aware that the pool was so crowded. I made my way to the side and went to the end to do another dive. Again I sliced into the water, the angle a little too deep and I went along the bottom of the pool. I got further than half way but not much. I floated again, enjoying the solitude. It was beautiful. I bumped into a few people but again, fortunately, no one seemed to mind. Sometimes it was soft and I imagined that I was bumping into a breast, it was a deliciously naughty thought.

I got out again. It seemed funny but the pool was crowded where I had been and it was mostly women who had congregated there. I'd heard about what happens on cruise ships but was disappointed to see nothing happening. I stood, poised to leap. People moved to allow me to dive. How considerate. I dived. It was better and I got three quarters of the way to the end and again went into float mode. I seemed to be bumping into more people and again had the perception that I was bumping into breasts. It was a very naughty thought and it made me a little excited. I could feel my cock unfurling its self, not to hardness but to a comfortably lazy, half way. It was lovely as I floated around with my senses so limited and as a consequence my body awareness heightened.

I got out again and stood for another dive. Someone had thrown a ball into the pool and it was being thrown around. There were very few men in the pool. Everyone made room for me to dive. This time I was able to get a little more than three quarters of the way to the end and again I floated on my back while I got my breath back and enjoyed the sensuousness of it. I seemed to be bumping into other swimmers a lot. Often it was soft flesh and I could feel the fabric covering it. I thought again that it could be breasts. I found the thought exciting and kept floating. I could feel my cock responding to its lazy half fullness. My shoulder bumped into a breast, I was sure it was a breast, fabric covered and so very soft. My foot also came in contact with one. The thought, however improbable, excited me. My cock thought so too and unfurled its self further.

I thought it would settle and wasn't too concerned. It felt wonderful. I bumped into another softness and again imagined it was a breast, it could have been as it was covered with fabric and bikinis don't cover a lot more. Suddenly my cock gathered its strength and started to grow. I wondered what I should do but decided to stay floating and enjoy it, no one would know. The swimming trunks contained it well. I could feel it stretch the fabric, everything was secure. It had a lot of growing to do before it was at full mast. My hand touched something. At that depth I imagined it was someone's belly. It was such a sexy thought.

My cock was no longer prepared to be temperate, it quickly blew up and on its way to full mast I felt it burst out of its confines and stretch up my belly. It felt so wonderful, I was sure no one would notice. Quickly it pumped up to fullness, past my belly button and I felt the fabric of my new swimming trunks rupture. My cock was stretched out and I didn't know what to do. It had always been an embarrassment, it was simply too damn big and girls I'd dated had simply looked at it and pronounced,

"No way, Jos'e." A few had tried to accommodate it but the bloody head of it had been too big to get in. It was a problem, at twenty eight I was still a virgin. I had a love, hate relationship with my cock. I stayed floating, it wasn't my fault the swimming trunks were inadequate, it did feel wonderful and if anyone noticed it was too bad. Movies of breasts invented themselves and rolled through my mind.

I could feel my cock twitch and a hand touched it. It wasn't my hand. Was it a hand in a movie that was inventing it in my mind? I felt more hands on it. What a wonderful movie. They were stroking with long movements, hands clasped half way around it, no one had hands big enough to fully encompass it. The reality of the movie was special. The hands continued, many hands measured themselves against it and my mind responded. Hands measured my balls too and I felt incapable of stopping them. The feeling was wonderful. The stroking became purposeful and determined. My body dipped in the middle with the synchronized down strokes. My cock throbbed.

My mind movie was wonderful with so many hands involved. I felt hands on my legs and elsewhere on my body- too many hands for my dream to be true. They worked and the feeling of fullness multiplied. It was becoming inevitable. I decided I should stop and get out. I made an effort but the hands on me made it difficult, they held me up. The stroking of my cock continued. Was it a movie, a mind movie, I wondered. I tried again and the stroking gained more vigor, my cock was throbbing with synchronicity, it was preparing its self, what a dream. My eyes closed in the sun, I wanted to look and reassure myself that I really was alone when suddenly my cock made its declaration. It was going to cum, there was no way out.

I struggled to free myself and stand but hands held me and my cock started to pump. I could feel the huge gobs exiting and the hands quickening, hands holding my balls, hands pumping me out, one squirt after another. Was it really happening? Was it a mind movie? The squirts began to dissipate. Hands began to leave me. I started to sink into the water. Quickly I stood and opened my eyes.

So many eyes were looking at me. Eyes surrounded by the creases of laughter lines, lips curled into smiles, and I could hear laughter. I looked down and saw white strings in the water- I touched one with my finger and it clung to me. Others were doing the same and rubbing their bodies with it. I wanted to leave. I was desperate to leave and embarrassed. I waded my way to the edge of the pool and as I prepared to lift myself out of the water I realized my swimming trunks were torn and I would be on show. I stopped at the edge and wondered what I could do- my deck chair was a long way from the pool. A woman approached, tentatively she paddled closer, and when closer than would be custom, she whispered,

"Thank you. I watched you diving. I don't think you realized your swimming trunks were transparent. I saw you had something wonderful. We all did. It's beautiful and I need it for more than that. My cabin is number 247. Please, meet me there at seven this evening after dinner. Please." She looked down at her bikini covered breasts as though to offer them.

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