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I woke on the second day of our cruise feeling battered. I hadn’t slept much—thoughts of Teri had kept me awake. I was hung over and had a terrible case of blue balls. I decided to take a shower. Today was our day at sea, with nothing on the agenda but sun, water, and anything else I could find on board for my enjoyment. I already had an idea or two of what that might be. My parents had already left the room, and left a note. “Looks like you came home alone after all! We’ll let you sleep it off. At breakfast!” I dropped my clothes, realizing for the first time that I slept in the clothes I had worn the previous night. I turned on the shower and waited for it to get warm, until steam started filling the room. Finally, I stepped into the shower. As I stood there in the steam, soaping up, I started caressing my balls. It felt good, they were sore from being so pent up. Before long, I was rock hard in my hands and starting to stroke. It felt so good I must have missed the sound of the cabin door opening and closing again. I was really working my shaft, about to cum, when my mother burst in the door, dropped her pants and sat on the toilet to pee. “Mom!” I screamed. “What?” she said, “I really had to pee!”Goddammit, I thought, I’m never going to get this load off. — My parents and I took a quick tour of the ship, we hadn’t had time to look around much the day before. The ship was very impressive, but the decoration was a little gaudy for my preference. Still, you had to appreciate the amount of time and money they had to of put into designing and building this thing. Finally, my parents were done looking around and we went up on deck, where, as usual, the hotties were a-plenty. This was exactly why I was on this cruise. We settled down and grabbed some chairs on the upper deck, overlooking the pool, and my Dad ordered us a bucket of Miller Lite. Why he liked that stuff I couldn’t understand, I thought it tasted like piss. But hey, Çekmeköy escort bayan free beer is free beer. As we were laying there, I saw Leah and her friends settling down by the pool. They waved at me, and I waved back. My dad elbowed me in the side. “Friends of yours?” he inquired. “Which ones were you going to bring back to the cabin?” “All three dad, but instead we went to theirs!” He turned to my mother. “Did you hear the shit your son is spouting off? He’s so damned full of it.” “He’s full of himself,” she said, “and rightfully so!” I decided to take a walk over to where the girls were laying to say “hey.” Leah seemed very nervous around me, and the other girls tittered and giggled as I walked up. She must have told them about our intense make-out session the night before. Hopefully, she had given me a good review! I sat down on the chair next to Leah, who had been laying on her stomach. After a few minutes of talking, I could tell she was still very nervous. In order to ease her nerves, I ordered the girls a round of Rum Runners. Next to an ice cold beer, there is nothing better in the sun than a nice rum drink. The sun was really baking now, it was the height of the afternoon. I noticed that Leah’s skin was turning pink, so I offered to put some lotion on for her. She shyly smiled and told me the lotion was beneath her chair, near her flip-flops. I eagerly grabbed it and squeezed a generous amount into my hand. I started rubbing it into her back and shoulders, moving her hair out of the way. “It looks like I poured too much,” I said, and began working the lotion onto her thighs. I could feel how tense Leah was, but she hadn’t told me to stop, so I kept going. I ran my hands all up and down her thighs, and then, slipped two fingers under the bottom of her suit, rubbing the lotion into her sweet ass cheeks. She was trembling, but it must have been more lust than discomfort. I looked Escort Gebze over to see Carrie watching me, eyes wide. She noticed me looking and bit her lip, blushed, and turned her face away. Rubbing my hands all over Leah’s sexy, athletic body had really started to turn me on. However, I wasn’t about to let everyone at the pool see the tent starting to grow in my pants. Thankfully, just then, my parent’s saved me. “Mike!” my dad called from across the pool, “come up her for a minute.” I told the girls I would meet up with them later, leaned down and kissed Leah’s cheek, and then walked up to meet my parents. “Your mother has had too much sun,” my dad told me, “we are going down to the cabin to shower and relax. We’ll see you around dinner time, right?” I told them that was fine, and then watched them walk to the elevator. I saw the pool bartender and ordered myself another bucket of Corona. This was what I had been waiting for. — “ADULTS ONLY – NO CAMERAS” the sign read. My pulse quickened as I walked up the steps. I was going up to the topless deck, hoping to score a peek at some tits. I tried to act non-chalant, but as hard as I tried, I could not get the lump in my throat to subside. I carried my bucket of beer over to an empty chair, sat down, and glanced around. There were a couple topless women, but mostly they were laying on their stomachs or too far away to see. I sighed, shrugged, and decided I was going to stick it out. I stood up, committed now, and undid the velcro on my swim trunks. Underneath was a Speedo that my parents didn’t know I had brought. I know there is a stigma about Speedos, but I feel it more applies to fat, hairy guys who wear them when they shouldn’t. For me, it was far more appropriate because I was young, in shape, and it showed off my large package. I am not one of those guys that goes around comparing dicks with my friends, or boasting about it. But I knew from Şerifali escort conversations with my guy friends, watching porn, and from the limited sexual experiences that I had, that I was packing. My cock, on average, is 8″ long, although when I was really horny it was 8.5 or 9 inches easy. I was cut, and quite thick (the size of a girls wrist, I’ve compared). Anyways, I knew that being on the topless deck, in a Speedo, alone, would be screaming for attention. I just didn’t know who I’d be getting it from. I laid down, put on my sunglasses, closed my eyes, and relaxed. I reveled in the thought of some hot coed walking by, topless, and checking out my package. My cock started to stir at the thought so I quickly opened my eyes so that I wouldn’t end up in an embarrassing situation. As I sat up, I looked around again, and BINGO! About 20 feet from me, sitting up in her chair, tits exposed in all their glory, was Teri. My heart started pounding, her rack was unbelievable. She saw that I noticed her, and waved. She indicated the empty space of deck next to her and her husband, and told me I should bring my chair over. I gulped. How was I supposed to go over there, sit there and talk to her while her tits were out and her husband was right next to us? Especially with my cock in full view, or at least outlined beneath my Speedo! But, I really wanted to get a better look at her amazing breasts, and my sunglasses were mirrored, so I thought I could pull it off. I slid my chair over next to hers, took a long swig of my beer, and sat back down. Teri’s husband was obviously not happy that I had come over, but he just sat there with a pissed off look on his face, not saying anything. Teri started talking, as if she were oblivious to his discomfort. “Hey there, we met yesterday, but I don’t think I got your name?” I managed to choke out my name, Mike, but this was a lot harder than I had expected. Her tits were so round, and her nipples were the perfect size, not stretched out the way they are in porn all the time. “Well Mike, this is Ray, and he’s a grumpy old man who doesn’t like the fact that I’m out here with my tits hanging out. But, he paid for them, and he used to like it, so he has to deal with it now!” she said cheerfully.

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