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"Pleasant Surprises"
Chapter 2 (M/M, Oral)
True Stories by Gary Fox

Letters to the author may be sent to:
GaryFox at LuzRojo.com

Chapter 2 - "Another Pleasant Surprise"

It had been 12 years since I was first introduced to the 
joys of m2m sex when I was seduced by a gorgeous she-male.  
Great though it was I resisted the idea of being bi or gay 
and so I remarried. Twelve years of marriage during which I 
suppressed my desire for more sexual contact with a man and 
stayed faithfully heterosexual. Deluding myself that the 
pleasure I had enjoyed was a one-off experience, never to 
be repeated.  

Now I was divorced again and decided to treat myself to a 
holiday aboard a cruise liner. I had a fairly large, upper 
deck cabin with its own little balcony that gave me the 
private pleasure of sitting naked under the stars drinking 
wine when the mood was upon me. I should explain that I am 
now a very fit fifty one years old with a defined body 
attained through daily gym work; light brown hair without a 
trace of grey and eyes to match.  I take pride in the fact 
that many people think I am in my late thirties.

It was after dinner on the second night afloat that I 
watched the ship's entertainers produce an excellent 
production show with 4 female dancers, 4 boy dancers and 
male and female vocal leads.  Lavishly costumed and 
amusingly choreographed and performed by these ten, very 
attractive young entertainers. After the show I went to one 
of the quieter lounges for a drink.  I was sitting on a 
stool at the bar when a noisy group of young people walked 
in and claimed a corner of the lounge.  It was eight of the 
entertainers I had enjoyed earlier. I would like to have 
told them how good they were but realised, after two high 
energy shows, the last thing they wanted was a stagestruck 
passenger muscling in on their relaxing time so I called a 
steward over and asked him to take eight glasses and two 
bottles of champagne over to them with my compliments. When 
it arrived, they looked over and smiled.  I raised my glass 
then placed it on the bar and mimed applause to them. They 
waved me over to join them but I shook my head and 
intimated they should enjoy the wine and their time 
together.  One of the boy dancers came over.  He was a 
little under 6 feet tall, long, blonde hair and possessed 
the bluest eyes I can remember seeing on a man.

"Hi. My name's Joel and we'd love you to join us."

"That's nice of you but I don't wish to intrude on your 
private time."

Joel smiled.  " We've got 6 months of private time on this 
bucket so please join us.  We'd enjoy your company."

So that's how I was adopted by this lively bunch of 
beautiful people.  After introductions had been made we had 
a lot of fun with lots of banter and leg pulling.

"Hey, Gary, you sure you're not gay?" said Joel.

"Not while there are lovely creatures like Kylie and Amanda 
alive on this planet," was my rejoinder.

"Quite right," said Amanda. "Keep your eyes off.  He's 
staying on our side of the fence until we're done with 
him."

I laughed.  "What a happy thought," I said.  Soon after I 
went to my cabin and left them to their fun.

Next afternoon I was enjoying my second workout of the day 
in the ship's gymnasium, working on one of the bicycling 
machines with its picture windows giving 180 degree views 
of the ocean, when Joel appeared at my side.  He glanced at 
the contraption's gradient and level.

"Hey.  That's serious stuff."

I grunted, "You only have one body, Joel.  You have to look 
after it."

He smiled.  "You're in very good shape.  That's a great 
body for your age."

"Thank you.  Glad someone's noticed," I joked back.  
"You're in pretty good shape yourself."

Joel grimaced. "Not as good as it should be.  I overdid it 
doing laps this morning and pulled a muscle in my back. 
It's really sore and I'm worried about doing the lifts in 
the show tomorrow."

"Why not get a massage. I understand there's a masseuse on 
board."

"Nah, that's not enough.  They only do relaxing massage not 
therapeutic."

I slowed the machine to a stop and wiped the sweat off my 
face and body.

"Well, you may be in luck.  It so happens I have a Diploma 
in Therapeutic Massage and would be happy to work on it for 
you."

Relief swept over his face.  "That would be great. It's 
really worrying me."

"Let's see what we can do.  Go down to the hospital and ask 
the nurse if she has any arnica she can let you have and 
I'll nip down to the kiosk and buy some baby oil.  See you 
in my cabin in thirty minutes."

"Right," he said and hurried off on his errand.

I purchased the oil and went to my cabin and had a hot then 
cold shower.  I was still towelling myself when there came 
a knock on the door.

"Just come in," I called out.  "Won't be a minute."

I left the bathroom with the towel round my waist to find 
Joel there in a tracksuit.

"Got the arnica?"

"Yes, it's right here."

"OK, put it on the bedside table, then off with your top 
and lie face down on the bed for me."

He did as I asked and, as he was facedown and turned away 
from me I dropped the towel and slipped on a pair of 
shorts.  Then I poured some oil into my cupped hand, rubbed 
my hands together and started to loosen his back muscles up 
with a general massage.  His body was terrifically toned, 
as you would expect from a professional dancer, and my 
hands slid smoothly over his young flesh. I then started 
exploring his spine with my thumbs until I found the seat 
of the trauma.  He grunted with pain as I pressed the 
tender area.

"There it is.  OK, I know what the problem is and it won't 
be too hard to sort out."

He grunted again.  "Good.  Will I be all right by 
tomorrow?"

"Absolutely," I assured him as I got to work.  About half 
an hour later I had worked out the worst of the trauma and 
adjusted his spine so the muscle was no longer in spasm.

"Wow, that feels so much better," he said.

"I haven't finished yet,' I said. "It's important now to 
give you another relaxing massage to settle the muscles 
around that area."

I poured more oil and massaged him.  Then, covering his 
butt with a towel, I put my hands under the towel and 
hooked my fingers into his track pants and pulled them down 
and off.  Folding the towel back slightly and just exposing 
the top of his butt crack I started to work on his lower 
back.  Giving his butt a miss, I then massaged his thighs, 
my hands working up under the towel.  By now memories came 
flooding back to me of that first time I had sex with the 
she-male twelve years ago and I started to feel excited.  
Joel was gently writhing to my touch and giving little 
moans of pleasure.

"Feel good?"  I asked.

"Mmmm," was the only response.

By now I was starting to get an erection and my heart beat 
a little faster as my thumbs worked into his inner thighs.  
He reached round and flicked the towel off, exposing his 
smooth, tight butt.  Taking this as an invitation, I 
kneaded his gluteus maximus muscles, letting my fingers 
work ever so slightly into the sides of his crack.

"It's not fair," he said. "Me being naked and you wearing 
those shorts. I feel disadvantaged."

With dry lips and beating heart I let my shorts drop to the 
ground then, getting on the bed, I knelt with my legs each 
side of his hips and started massaging his shoulders with 
my hands and his lower back with my cock.
He reached round and stroked my cock as I leant over and 
kissed his neck. Then he placed my shaft in his crack and 
lifted his hips to rub his ass against it. It felt 
sooooooooooo good.

"Oh, Joel. I didn't mean this to happen."

"I did."  He turned his head to look at me and smiled. "I 
like older men and I am so attracted to you.  I know you're 
not gay but I sensed I could please you if I got the 
chance. Could you do one more thing for me?"

"Of course."

He turned over and drew me to him. I felt a shock of 
excitement as our cocks met and I gasped.  Joel smiled and, 
placing his arms round my neck, kissed me so sweetly as he 
pressed his hard cock against mine.  His body felt 
beautiful against me and I started to grind my cock against 
his belly. Then he turned me onto my back and gave my body 
little kisses, sucking on one of my nipples as he worked 
down my body. By now I was groaning with the erotic 
pleasure of it all. Then came the thrilling moment when the 
tip of his tongue caressed the slit of my cock. The 
intensity I was feeling increased as his lips enfolded my 
engorged helmet and he stroked my shaft as he sucked on my 
knob, lashing the head with his tongue.  This was my first 
experience of being given head by a guy and it was blowing 
my mind. I stroked his head and pulled him closer as he 
started to slide my throbbing cock deeper into his hot, wet 
mouth.  It was then, for the very first time in my life, I 
had the desperate desire to feel a cock in my own mouth.

"Please," I begged. "Can I do the same to you?"

Without a word he turned and offered his beautiful 8" of 
cut cock to my lips. As he deep throated me I tentatively 
kissed his knob, loving the way it twitched against my 
lips. Then I took his huge head in my lips and started to 
suck it, letting my tongue play round the head as he was 
doing to mine. It felt good and I was enjoying the 
sensation when I tasted something slightly salty yet, in a 
way, sweet on my tongue.  I realised it was his pre-cum and 
I was loving the taste of it.  I sucked harder with my 
tongue lapping up every sweet pearl of his love juice.  If 
pre-cum tasted this nice, I thought, what must the whole 
package taste like?  The very thought of him cumming in my 
mouth hardened my already stiff cock that was loving his 
mouth at that moment.  My tongue slid up and down his shaft 
and over his balls as I rubbed that wonderful cock on my 
face.

I sucked on his balls as I stroked and pressed gently just 
behind his ball sac.  He writhed and positioned himself to 
encourage my finger to play with his ass.  I was licking 
his shaft and pumping his mouth when my finger found his 
hole. 

Joel moaned and pressed against it, inviting me to slide it 
into his ass. Never having done this before, I was a little 
tentative but, eventually, it slid in quite easily and I 
started to slide it in and out as I took his cock back into 
my mouth.  While I was doing this, he was using the root of 
his tongue to press my quivering cock up against the roof 
of his mouth.  I never knew I could feel such complete 
sexual excitement as I did at that moment.  The pressure 
was building up in my balls as I felt ready to explode.

"Oh, God, I going to cum," I whispered.

Joel took his mouth from my cock.  "Good. Cum for me, baby.  
Give me all your juices.  OOOoooooh! I'm cumming too."

His head was pumping hard up and down my cock as he fucked 
my face and I sucked greedily on his gorgeous prick.  I 
cupped his tightening balls in my hand as they started to 
jerk and his cock went into spasm in my mouth.  
Simultaneously, I felt the almost painful excitement of my 
own ejaculation in his mouth and I shot a load of sticky 
spunk down his throat.  His cock spurt his delicious cock 
juices down my throat and I swallowed as much as I was able 
with some dribbling down my chin. Then we were spent. Joel 
turned himself round and I took him in my arms and we 
kissed, our tongues coated in each other's cum.

"Oh, Joel.  That was so good.  You are such a lover you 
make me want to be totally gay with you."

He nestled his head into my neck and muzzled me.  "I'd love 
that. Would you like to be my lover on this cruise?"

"That would be a real privilege.  Can I suck you again like 
that?"

He smiled and hugged me closer. "You can do more than 
that," he whispered. "I'll teach you the joys of gay love.  
I want you, Gary.  I want you deep inside me."

I sighed and held him close. "I want you too," I sighed. 
"How do we go about it?"

Joel looked at me and said, "We have to be very discreet 
because a ship is a hot bed of gossip. There's nothing else 
to do when you work on it.  Just leave it to me.  I know 
how to get here and leave here without anyone knowing.  
I'll ring you here or slip a note under your door when I 
can meet with you.  Now I must shower as I have a rehearsal 
to get to."

He went into the shower and I regret that a cabin's shower 
was too small to accommodate two people.  When he emerged, 
we kissed in passing and I had another shower.  When I came 
back into the cabin, Joel had gone but there was a note on 
my pillow.

"Bye, my lover.  Leave the door unlocked at 9.30. Love 
Joel."

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