Black Kid on the Cruise Boat

Grant and I needed to get away from all the hustle and bustle of New York City. So I, called up the travel agent in Chelsea where I live. Coincidentally the agent is a friend of ours and is also gay, like a lot of people that live in the Chelsea area of NYC I was looking for a cruise to the Bahamas or some tropical Island, especially since winter was coming up, Grant and I could catch a tan. The Phone rang twice, before it was picked up.

"Rainbow Travel Service" Robert answered, brightly.

"Hey, Bob, this is Paul Craft. How are you?"

"Oh, Hi hon, I'm just peachy." As you could tell, Bob it a bit on the feminine side.

"Great, great. Now I'm looking to go on a cruise, Grant and I. You know to get away from it all" I told him.

"Oh how nice, well then how about we make an appointment for you to come down here and we'll see what we can do!" In a couple of minutes we had set up an appointment for the next day.

"Kay' thanks Rob!" I hung up the phone, already tingling with the sensation of having this vacation with the man I love. Let me give you a little background on Grant and I. Me, Paul, I'm 26 and Grant 24. We met while we were in an off Broadway play together. It was about two brothers having to inform their parents that they were both gay.

And Grant and I played the brothers. The play did well, but we we're removed from the cast before it moved to Broadway for a limited engagement. Anyway, we worked on this play for three weeks of rehearsal and its full run of three months, and somewhere during that time we noticed each other. We were both openly gay and while I was dating someone he was not. But my relationship with this guy was on the rocks and I was needing some love, after one of my ex's and I's arguments.

So after one performance Grant and I went to a little jazz bistro and talked for hours, I think we left at like four in the morning, an hour after the place closed. From there we went to my place, where I found a note from my boyfriend of the time saying that he had left town for a while, but we were over forever. At that point I broke down into tears and Grant consoled me that whole day until we went on that night.

Anyway that's how it started and that was three years ago. And where still in love with each other. We are both still actors, on stage and on screen. And right now where both highly successful, despite the fact that were both openly gay in the entertainment world. Grant is starring in a revival of La Cage Aux Folles, a musical in drag I call it, and that's been running for five months and in a couple of weeks Grant would be leaving the cast with an option to tour the east coast. And right now I'm on a month long hiatus from my television drama series.

Grant came home at around twelve am that night after two performances, despite that fact we always spent a minimum of two hours together to catch up on each others lives.

"Hey babe." Grant walked in the apartment door, finding me on the couch. He bent down and gave me a long hot kiss, giving me an instant boner. His face smelled fresh, from just washing off his make-up.

"What's up hotness?" I asked as he sat down next to me, " How's the run going?"

"After one-hundred and sixty performances and another sixteen, I'm pretty much beat. My voice is completely worn out, thank God tomorrow is Monday. Not to offend you but I probably won't talk all day long. Singing all those songs and dancing all those dances it getting the best of me. . . . ." He explained exasperated.

"I'm sorry, I'm coming to see you on your last performance, I already bought my ticket. My sister Sandy is also coming."

"Great, I love Sandy and we can celebrate afterwards. I also decided not to tour, I hate going over two hundred performances and the tour promises at least three hundred more. So its vacation time for me."

"That's great!"

"Really? Thanks!" He chided sarcastically.

"No, I mean I was just planning a vacation for us. I talked to Robert about going on a cruise to the Bahamas or somewhere. But it needs to be right after you finish with the show, then I'll only have two weeks left and I wanted at least a week and a half just to relax with my favorite man. Unfortunately Brad Pitt will be working." He grabbed a pillow a hit me in the head with it. "So if you approve the cruise let me give you a professional blowjob!" He eyed me out of the corner of his eye, breaking out into a grin. He pulled down his pants and boxers down and let is cock flop out, inviting me to bring it to life. I bent down into is lap starting a night of ecstasy.

Two and a half weeks later we boarded THE GREAT LADY, the name of our ship. Robert had fixed us up with an eight day, nine night vacation on some small island in the Caribbean. Where we would stay at a hotel called the Breeze, which was actually a gay hotel. As a matter of fact the whole Island was gay! Its owned by two big gay celebrities and there is nude sunbathing and all types of other activities. I hoped to have a really good time with Grant. He was ahead of me as we were lead to our room, and getting weird glances from the guy leading us. But I didn't care I had the best thing on the ship.

I studied him thanking my lucky stars that I got such a caring, compassionate, talented HUNK! He ran his hand through ear length sandy hair. I started to take in other features, on his six foot frame, including his fit taught body. My eyes fell to his round ass in his Docker shorts, an ass that I have had the pleasure of keeping for the past three years. Down to his triangular shaped, muscular calves. I bumped into him as we stopped at the room, I didn't even know we had reached. He turned to me boring his bright green eyes into mine, his chiseled nose standing out on his face with his strong and thin lips, just under them waiting to be kissed.

"What's with all the backside bumping, can't you wait to get in the room?" He said slyly, then broke out into a smile, that made me melt. It's great to still have these emotions after all this time. I hope we lasted forever. The Steward lead us into the room. It was a beautiful state room that we paid dearly for. A large living room with a big screen TV, with double French doors that lead out to a private patio, right on the ships side, where we could look out on the waves rushing by. Then a large bedroom with a king size bed and a luxurious bathroom. It was heaven. I tipped the steward and he made his way out of the room, still eyeing us with great suspicion, that made me laugh.

"So how do you like living high off the hog?" I asked Grant.

"We already live high off the hog, Mr. TV star!"

"Well I'm sure you help too Broadway Baby!" That was my nickname for him. I walked into the bedroom where I sat down my things and started to change my clothes when Grant grabbed me from behind, turned my around and gave me a long passionate kiss. His hands finding his way up my shirt, mine finding their way down his pants in search of that well known succulent tool. We fell back on the bed for a great nooner.

The next day, was a day that changed Grant and I's relationship forever. I was taking an early morning walk, while Grant was still sleep. I had in my hand the picture Grant and I had taken at dinner the night before. I studied it making sure we looked good as a couple. My black hair against his sandy hair. My features a little less sharp than his, but not pudgy, I was terribly fit, my production staff made sure of that. But my eyes were just as piercing as his a light aqua blue, sometimes said to be my best feature.

Of course that was to those who couldn't see through my pants! I slipped the picture into my front pocket and took a sip of my coffee looking out onto the water. When I heard some whimpering from behind me. I turned to find a young boy with his head in his hands, he seemed to be crying. I wondered what about but decided not to pry, when he looked up at me his face captivating and holding my eyes to him.

His beautiful, big brown eyes were full of pain tears streaming down. Streaking his golden brown skin, I assumed him to be Latin or African-American. I sat down next to him, instinctively putting my arm around him. I had no Idea what I was doing, just something told me it was the right thing to do.

"What has you in such a state, kid?" I asked with full concern.

"Why do you want to know?" He shot back defensively. Then he looked at me again and said " Hey your that guy that's on the show on ABC aren't you . . .Um. . . Paul something?"

"That's me, Paul Craft, but what about your situation?"

"Your gay aren't you?" At that moment my hands flew from around him and I stood up from the chair, eyeing him accusingly. I could just see it now the headlines on the newspaper GAY TV STAR TRIES TO MOLEST YOUNG BOY. That's when his hand shot out and grabbed my arm, pulling me back into the seat. " I didn't mean any offense, it just . . . . that's why I'm crying now."

"Because I'm gay?" I asked bewildered.

"No," He laughed, "My father just found me with another guy on the ship and kicked me out of the room and told me to stay with 'my little faggot boyfriend'. Which is what I would have done If he wasn't part of ships staff which of course is not allowed, and I wouldn't want him to loose his job."

"That was pretty prejudice of your father. So where are you staying?"

"Right here." He patted the hard wooden bench. I sat thinking to myself, would it be beneficial for me to take him in. It's probably not some press scam to start a scandal. For make sure I wasn't getting in trouble, I asked

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen! Just last month." Well at least he's legal, I thought with relief. But for extra precaution-

"Have you any ID?"

"Sure, but why?" Before I answered the question, he handed me his drivers license. From which I learned his name was Preston Jones, and he was indeed Black.

"How about this Preston, you stay with my friend and I, we have a state room with a large living room and you can sleep on the couch, and we'll try to reason with your father after he's cooled down a bit huh?"

"Oh, thanks!" He said with added relief. " But I can't." He added looking down.

"Why?"

"What do you think I'm stupid, I not going shack up with some stranger. Even though you are a celebrity, which I don't know if it makes it worse or not."

"Look Pres, My boyfriend and I are both big celebrities and gay, we're already on the edge of blowing it, no pun intended!." That made him laugh, "Believe me we're not going to do anything to jeopardize our careers, and believe me whatever your thinking has not even entered my mind. So instead of for the next day and a half sitting on this bench, you have somewhere to go when it gets colds out." I got up and gave him what I wanted to be a re-assuring look, and it seemed to work because he got up and followed me to my room.

"Now wait here, just a minute." I told him as we arrived at my door. I entered the room to find Grant sitting on the couch watching TV, or whatever it was they played on ships, movies or something. I closed the door behind me and sat down beside him. I took his hand in mine, and he gave me a bewildered look. I explained to him the situation and that I had taken all the necessary precautions.

"And you think this is the right thing to do?" Was his response as he eyed me greatly.

"Well I certainly hope so, if you would have been there and seen the pain in his eyes. . . . Maybe I have made a mistake, but it's a little late now, I already told him I'd take him in, and he's already been rejected enough. So Yes or No?"

"You put it that way and I have nothing left to say but . . . . . Yes, Mr. Good Samaritan." He smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek. I moved to the door and invited our house guest in, I introduced him to Grant, who sat in shock of this kids good looks.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Preston. I sorry to have to barge in like this, but I guess Paul told you about my shitty situation." He looked down and I could see the pain in his face conjuring up more tears. To break the situation I said-

"Now let's all go out and have a big breakfast, what do you say guys?" I suggested happily.

"Lets go." Grant quickly responded catching my drift.

At breakfast, Preston told us all about himself. This trip was supposed to be a late high school grad present, but as it turned out he would have rather been home. He told us that he was a straight A student who was involved in all types of activities, like sports, to ward off the rumors and everything else for him, because he liked doing it.

I really felt bad for the kid. I told him about telling my mother ( My father had already passed away ) and how she went into a rage, then a depression, then therapy, then a year later mild acceptance. That tore me up inside of course, but I can say she never kicked me out of the house, because through it all she still realized that I am still her child, I am still the person that I have always been. I just happen to be interested in men sexually.

She kept asking me why? why? I responded that I didn't know. I thought you were a Christian, she screamed at me. I am, I try to be, but I can't deny what's in my heart. I asked her did she think I wanted to be gay and ridiculed and discriminated against, no. If I had my drothers I'd rather be straight but I am what I am, and I can't change it. So she had no choice but to accept it or leave me alone. She had been my mother for seventeen years and that wasn't going to change, she told me, and that made me feel good.

"Hopefully we can get your father to see that way!" I told him reassuringly

"I doubt it the man has a total phobia about the whole thing, but thanks for the reassurance."

I couldn't sleep that night, I tossed and turned careful not to wake Grant sleeping beautifully next to me. For a while I watched Grant sleep he's so cute, I swear. I fell back into a light sleep, I awoke what was like a half hour later. I rose out of bed and was going to watch TV in the living room, when I saw the light coming from out under my door. Preston must still be awake I thought, him and I could talk I suppose. I went through the door, and found him to be actually sleep on the couch in his boxers and a T-shirt.

So cute I thought, men are so great to watch sleep! I thought I would take a walk around shipboard in my robe, when I noticed Prestons hard cock, slipping out of his boxers. I stepped a little closer to view the glories being uncovered. Suddenly it flopped completely out, it was gorgeous. Cut, Eight inches long, two inches thick. It was twitching up and down. It begged to be touched, and I seemed to be drawn to it. When he moved and murmured something. I stepped back, almost hitting something behind me over. His body started to shake, then I stayed just to make sure he was all right.

He turned over on his side, so his cock was facing straight out and point towards me it seemed to be saying "Paul come lick me, Paul stick me up your tight ass, Paul bring me off. PAUL!!!" I had to shake my head to remove this vision. But before I could see what was going on, I was kneeling and inch away from his delicious, juicy looking cock. He shuddered again, I figured he was just cold. I noticed that he was leaking a great deal of Pre-cum, he must be having a good dream. Before I knew it he shuddered again, his dick gave a twitch of life and he shot a thick glob of cum right onto my nose. HE WAS HAVING A WET DREAM!!!

He shot another glob onto my face. I finally got with it and took his cock into my mouth, forgetting about Grant, forgetting about the young boy I was taking advantage of, pure lust had taken over my thoughts. He shot another and another, before I knew it he had shot eight streams of cum in my mouth and down my throat and onto my face. I let his dick slip out of my mouth and wiped the cum form my face using a tissue and was going to slip back into my bedroom when, Preston shocked the hell out of me and said.

"I was just dreaming of you." I turned to see that he was grinning up at me, " And I wouldn't want to ruin the floor with stinky cum, that would be embarrassing. I glad you put it to use." He reached out and pulled my face close to his and stuck out his tongue and licked a drop of his remaining cum off my face. Then pulled me into a full kiss. Our hot, moist tongues wrestled with each other inside our mouths, I knew he was tasting his own cum in there and was liking it.

His tongue reached the back of my throat. I pulled him tighter and he pulled me closer as the kissing got hungrier and lustier. We were attacking each other mouths like it was the first time we had kissed anyone in twenty years. I pulled away from his embrace, and stood up and looked at him with lust and wonderment. I had always wondered about that myth with black men in the bed and how good they are, was I about to find out for sure from this vital younger man? Then my thoughts fell back into place, and my real life stood before me and I said quietly.

"Preston, I . . . .I can't do this. I have a boyfriend and I'm true to him, I've never cheated on him and I don't plan on doing that now. I'm sorry, I'll pay for you to get your own room tomorrow, Sorry again." I turned away from his, my head to the floor in shame. I turned back around to see him on the floor looking at me in bewilderment, I turned back around to find Grant staring right into my face.

"Paul I saw everything that just happened." My stomach dropped out and I knew that little kiss and what not had ruined my peaceful little life. Grant and I had been so happy up until me acting like a horny little teenager. Then he spoke again, time seemed to move five times slower as I awaited my fate, " And I thought it was the hottest thing, I have ever seen!" He grabbed me into his arms and slipped his hand down my shorts and found my leaking rod, and tugged at it which brought me back to life. I slipped my hand down in his shorts and found that his dick was growing in my hands. I felt someone behind me, It was Preston I knew.

This was sexual heaven, I haven't had a threesome since my college days and Grant I knew had never had one. Preston pulled my pants completely down to reveal my bare, white ass. He got down on his knees and spread my ass apart to reveal my awaiting pink and puckering hole. I felt something warm and moist and knew that he was giving me a rim job, an expert one at that.

He darted his tongue in and out of my hole sending chills up my spine. Then Grant left my face and went down to my dick. He stuck out his tongue and licked the pre-cum flowing from my slit. He took my swollen purple head into his mouth. And slowly crept up inch by inch until he had taken the whole seven inches to the back of his throat. He bobbed his head down there back and forth, slowly and erotically . Behind me Preston had taken my heavy balls into his mouth, he would roll one in his mouth and massage it with his tongue, then he would take the other and do the same which was bringing me off well. Then he licked from in between my legs up through my ass crack. The sensation was too much to handle as I was already about to blow my load into Grants mouth. He swirled his tongue around and expertly brought me to the back of his throat without gagging. The tingling started at the base of my dick, and slowly crept its way up.

"Grant, I'm going to cum, Grant do you hear me?" He took my cock out of his mouth and turned around sticking his naked ass into the air inviting me too cum along. I quickly and roughly stuck my dick up his widened hole. I grabbed his hips and started back and forth very quickly. On just about the ninth thrust I felt the scolding hot sensations at the tip of my dick.

"Here it comes" I announced to him. Just as the cum began its first decent deep into my boyfriends bowels. Preston came up behind me on his knees, taking my ass into his hands and quickly thrusting his thick eight inches up inside me, causing enormous pain, but it felt enormously good. As that caused my tool to shudder and send out the first shot like a garden hose on full blast. Preston withdrew and pumped up again with great force, causing another shot.

"Ugh, Ugh, Ugh! " screamed out in ecstasy as he pounded my ass.

" Fuck me, Fuck me up my asshole." I screamed as I unfurled an unprecedented load into Grant. I shot a full ELEVEN hot shots of cum deep into him. I grabbed Grants cock from the front and began to jerk it off. It was already hard as a rock. But he did not want to be jerked off he wanted more. I took my cock out of him as he turned around and his perfect, absolutely perfect cock faced me. It is six inches long and a little on the thin side. But the things he could do with it had me scream some nights until I had absolutely no voice left. He stuck it up to my face and I quickly took it into my mouth and sucked hungrily. It was so hot to be fucked royally up the ass and have his dick in my mouth at the same time. Preston, was almost crying behind me. He was fucking me so hard and so good he was proving that myth about black men in bed. He would draw out slowly and push back into me with a vengeance. He was hitting my prostate, and I lay on the floor with a hard dick up my ass and a hard dick in my mouth, shaking violently having a hard hitting orgasm, like one I had not had in a while. Grant was now face fucking me because I had no more energy left to suck him off my self and he could see that. His low hanging balls were hitting in the chin every time he came back up to my face. I took in his manly scent as his soft pubic hairs brushed me across the face.

"Paul I'm gonna cum!" Both Preston and Grant announced at the same time. I was also about to cum. Grant pulled into my mouth fully, dick rock hard. Preston pushed all the way into my chute.

"AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!" We all screamed in unison. Grant shot his first shot to the back of my throat. I felt a deep warming as Preston released into my bowels. My cock twitched and shot onto the floor. More shots into my mouth and down my throat from Grant, I took it all not wanting to waste any. As Preston shot his fifth and final offering into me. Grant withdrew from my mouth, as did Preston from my ass and I lay there, cum oozing out of my ass, staring up at the ceiling totally exhausted and totally satisfied. I'm glad I decided to go on this cruise.

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