A literotic sexstories: 12]. Liner by Randygay ,
A Casual Encounter Turns into Love.
Romance on the High Seas.
When the liner stopped at Manila and the crowd of overweight American tourists trooped down the gangway bearing their luggage, and as usual talking at the top of their voices I was relieved. The trip from Colombo had not been up to my expectations. I had booked the trip with visions of slim sleek Asian boys in my mind, and had been overwhelmed by the crowd of fat middle aged American’s that had been on board. The one cute Sri Lankan steward on the ship was called Romal and had turned out to be a paid Gigolo who was only interested in the dollars he could milk from the passengers, in particular the American’s. He swung both ways and did not care if he serviced either males or females as long as a fistful of dollars came his way. I was still young enough to baulk at the idea of paying for sex and yet not old enough to have reached the state of having to do so to ensure suitable company. I certainly had no intention of spending good money to allow some gigolo to pound my ass, nor was I willing to pay him what he wanted to allow me to use his body.
As the loud group of tourists sauntered down the gangplank, I stood leaning on the railings waiting with some excitement to see what the new arrivals would be like, fervently hoping that there would be at least one or two possibilities among them. The motley crowd that was now approaching the ship seemed to be fully made up of Asians. Leading the pack was a solid phalanx of Japanese business men, wearing almost identical suits with their cameras dangling from their necks, and faces wreathed in identical smiles. Close behind them came the Filipinos, in family groups being shepherded by anxious looking fathers, all of them radiant as peacocks in their obviously new clothes. One or two of the teenage boys in this lot looked interesting. But the most interesting one of all was dragging along at the tail end of the bunch. He appeared to be a single boy who did not have any companion or parents in tow. My interest perked up immediately. He looked to be around 19 or 20, though as usual with Asian boys like this he could have been younger. He had the broad cheekbones and clear hairless face typical of the region. Unusual was the fact that he was alone and seemed to be carrying just a small duffle bag. No suitcase, no camera and no beaming face. He was dressed in a pair of scruffy jeans and a silk shirt that looked as if it belonged with a tuxedo, rather than being casually paired with jeans. As he approached the railings he looked up at me. He had a rather dull pinched look about him and a forlorn expression on his face.
I had actually tipped the steward to ensure that I would not be forced to share my cabin with some ghastly Japanese business man or a small child from one of the Filipino families. He had suspected my interest in gay sex and had, with a lewd wink, assured me he would see that I got a “suitable” companion for the rest of the journey to Sydney. He also indicated that he would be expecting me to cough up a decent amount of money if he got me the “right” kind of cabin mate. Looking at the rank and file of the new arrivals I idly wondered just who I would be sharing my cabin with over the next 10 days. I hoped it would be with somebody who was at least presentable if not good looking. And of course if it was someone whom I could get up to some “hanky panky” with, so much the better.
Putting aside my apprehensions on these matters I went forward to watch with my usual fascination the process of leaving a harbour and heading out to sea. Watching the tug boats bury their sterns almost into the water as they took up the load on the cables and then sensing the behemoth beneath me begin to move never ceased to enthral me. Feeling the rumble of the engines starting up and watching the curl of the bow wave rise higher as we got underway kept me riveted at the bow of the ship till almost sunset. I never ceased to be completely engrossed by the disappearing of land and the endless vistas offered by the open ocean.
When I went down to my cabin to change for dinner I could see no evidence of any travelling companion. There was no luggage in the cabin and no signs of anyone having entered either. Wondering what was to transpire I went to the dining room and was greeted at the door by Romal. The steward had a smug look on his face and while escorting me to my table informed me that he had allotted the second bunk in my cabin to one of the two teen aged sons of the Filipino family who would be sharing the table with me. He told me I could *********** whichever of the boys that either took my fancy, or stirred my loins. He made the introductions to the family who were already seated at the table and with a somewhat proprietary air announced that I would make the choice as to which of the 2 boys, who were in their late teens, would be sharing my cabin. During the course of dinner I studied both lads carefully. They were not very shy and were quite well spoken and extremely polite as are most Asian lads of that age. Though it was the younger of the two that was more outgoing I eventually decided that I may have a better chance to entice the older one into playing some private body games at night. When I announced my decision I thought I saw a look of disappointment on the younger boys face.
During dinner I noticed that the single boy I had seen earlier was seated with a group of 3 Japanese business men at an table not so far away from mine. He still had the dull listless look on his face and seemed to be quite lost in his own world. The Japanese men at his table tried to include him in their animated conversation but he was not very responsive and soon they were ignoring him completely. He left the table very soon, after picking at his food though hardly eating much. When I was taking my usual walk around the deck after dinner again I noticed the boy sitting alone in a quiet corner of the deck and began to wonder about him. But I did not intrude on his solitude and soon decided to go below. When I reached my cabin I found that the elder of the 2 boys who had been at the table was already inside and lying in the upper berth. As I had observer during dinner he was a pleasant looking boy and was now lolling at his ease dressed in only a pair of boxer shorts, and reading what appeared to be a comic book.
Deciding that the best way to discover whether he would be amenable to some fun and frolic would be to let him “see” me as I was changing into my night attire which was a similar pair of boxers, I started to remove my clothes and standing fully naked in front of the mirror proceeded to put on my shorts, managing to take a lot longer than usual to do so to ensure he could have a good look at what I possessed. I could see from his reflection that he was interested in what he saw and was gazing with rapt attention at my body. His attention was riveted on my penis and balls and he did not notice me watching him in the mirror. I could also see a movement in his shorts as his prick started to rise.
Turning away from the mirror I went and leaning against the bunk and put my hand directly on his semi hard cock. I got a reaction from him……but it was not what I had expected. Without a sound of protest or refusal he simply let his comic book drop over his face and lay perfectly still, though his cock rose to full erection and was throbbing under my hand. I squeezed it slightly and felt him grow even harder. I lifted my other hand to his chest and started to gently play with his nipples. The areolas were large and of the wonderful colour only found on Asian people. Soon his nipples were also hard and standing clear. Lowering my mouth to his chest I started to suck them alternately. I explored his thighs and lower belly and was soon kissing and licking his navel and the line of fine pubic hair that started on his stomach and disappeared into his boxers. Through all this, other than the throbbing of his cock and its extreme hardness, he made no sound or comment or movement. His hands were still holding the comic book over his face. Slipping both my arms beneath his body I lifted him and brought him down to lie on my berth, and stretched myself alongside him. But when I tried to remove the comic covering his face he made a negative sound and firmly held it in place. Having had prior experience with many Asian boys I immediately understood he wanted the cabin light turned off and was not willing to look directly at my face or body in the light.
Only after I switched off the lights and the cabin was plunged into darkness did he allow me to take away the book. In the total dark his restraint and inhibitions were cast aside. He responded to my kisses and was soon exploring my body with his hands just as I was exploring his, allowing me to probe his mouth with my tongue and then putting his tongue deep into my mouth. Very soon both of us were completely naked and with hard prick pressed on hard prick we continued sucking and French kissing. He allowed me to move down till his cock was in my mouth and then slowly pivoted his body around so he could do the same to me. But when in my eagerness to proceed further I started to explore the crack of his ass and my finger was searching for his entry hole. He stopped sucking my cock and whispered in a barely audible voice,” Uncle…Please Uncle…No anal” Respecting his wishes I stopped myself and continued to enjoy the other pleasures offered by his lithe slim body and cock. We very soon reached our culmination and ejaculated in each other’s mouths. He then turned himself around again and lay next to me with his head resting on my shoulders, his leg thrown over my thighs and his limp cock pressed to the side of my leg, my cock gripped in his hand. He was soon fast asleep. I also dropped off to sleep well pleased by the change in my luck.
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