He grabbed the bottle of premium whiskey and poured himself a long slug, hoping the fiery liquid would clear his head and give him a little sense but no such luck, it just made him feel fuzzy and even more confused.
Shit. The boat had begun to move. If he was going to get off he had to do it now, or else he would be swimming for shore and he was fairly certain that he had heard that there were sharks in these waters. He knew the sea lions could be vicious and God knew they were lying around out there on the dock in huge slippery piles, just waiting for their chance to waylay some poor bastard.
So get off now.
No, stay.
The argument went on and on in his head while he paced the room, trying to figure out if he really wanted to do this or if he was simply going insane. Because he had to be going insane. There was no way that he was gay.
There was a knock at the door. His shoulders stiffened. He took a look at the balcony that sat off the bedroom. Could he swim for it? Should he swim for it? He was a damn fool to stay here and take his chances that he knew but he had to. He had to.
As scared as he was of finding out that he might actually be gay he was even more frightened of not knowing. Of spending the rest of his life unsatisfied and feeling alone and lonely while his wife was sitting right next to him on the giant purple couch in their Ontario home.
He went to the door and stood in front of it, his heart hammering and his fingers limp and loose by his side. He knew he had to do something. He could call out, say he did not want company or he could open the door. He had to choose and soon, it was all up to him.
But what should he do?
There was only one answer to that. He had to open the door. He needed more than he had ever needed anything else in his entire life, to open that door. He peeked through the peephole and his mouth dropped open. The man on the other side was drop dead gorgeous with shortly cropped hair that was dark brown, and a lean athletic figure that made his cock stiffen again.
He reached for the door handle. His fingers shook. He wiped his palm on his jeans to get rid of the sweat that had gathered there and then he swung the door open.
The man was even sexier without the barrier of the door between them. His short was crisp, and his slacks were tailored. He had deep set gray eyes fringed by thick black lashes and his smile showed white, even teeth.
“Hi, you must be Brent.” His hand came up and Brent took it. Warm hard fingers wrapped around his. A little thrill shot up his spine. He swallowed hard. “Yes, yes I’m Brent.”
“I’m Kevin.” The smile grew wider.
He did not look gay, that was reassuring. Brent had been worried that he would get a very feminine guy but this man was all Alpha male. His eyes dropped to Kevin’s slacks again. The charcoal fabric fit perfectly and he saw a slight bulge in them that made his dick stiffen yet again. He asked, “Do you want to come in?”
"I was thinking we could take a walk, maybe have a bite. That is if you are hungry.”
Brent’s tension snapped. Kevin was giving him space, and he needed it. “I could eat. That would be great. Just let me grab my key. Do you want to come in while I do?” He stepped back and Kevin entered. Up close, he was a little taller than Brent, who stood six foot even. His cologne was spicy and his yet subtle. His lips were soft, full, the lower one slightly fuller than the top, giving him a near Cupid’s bow.
Brent took his key and wallet and they headed out. Kevin said, “The ship is sailing, would you like to watch?”
“I have never seen that before. This is my first time on a boat, actually.” His grin was rueful. Kevin said, “Then you will want to see it.”
They headed for a high deck. A few other people stood about here and there on the decks and Brent glanced at them, wondering who was passenger and who was a part of the cruise. He did not ask Kevin if he knew.
They found a spot and stood leaning against the railings. The water was a bright iridescent blue and the wind brought salt to his lips. Brent licked it away. The boat began to move, slowly at first then it picked up speed, taking them out into the harbor then beyond. Brent was fascinated by the sight but not so much that he was unaware of the man standing next to him.
Kevin pointed out the sights, his muscles flexing and loosening with every motion. The unconscious grace with which he moved made Brent’s excitement rise higher. He had to remember to breathe when Kevin’s hip crashed into his as the boat caught a large swell then settled into it. Brent’s hands lay on the white railings and so did Kevin’s. He let one of his pinky fingers spread out slightly, just enough that it barely touched Kevin’s. The little thrill came back, making his mouth dry.
He had never been this aroused and he had not even really touched Kevin.
Once the boat was out in the water he asked, “What would you like to eat?”
He hoped Kevin would not come out with some corny ham fisted line like ‘you my dear’, and he did not. He said, “I’ll show you the dining room. They have great steak and they do a mean lobster if you like seafood.”
“I love it,” he said sincerely. “Even if I do have to go the gym for hours afterward.”
Kevin laughed. “I get that. There’s great gym here onboard, if you really like to hit the weights you won’t have much but they have good cardio machines.”
"I’m a runner. I was a high school quarterback and I played minor league ball.” He frowned. “Does that make me sound like I am bragging?”
Kevin chuckled. “I played corner.”
"No shit?” Brent’s face brightened and as they went into the dining room, he discovered that they both had the same love for sports. They had had many of the same experiences and as they ate Brent relaxed even more.
He studied Kevin’s face. He seemed at ease and relaxed. He was not what Brent typically thought of a gay man. He knew he did not look like a gay man, or at least what people thought of a gay man, either. Then again, he was not really sure that he was gay.
But he was beginning to think it was more likely than he had wanted to admit.
***
Kevin took him by the hand as they headed for the deck again, both of them staying very quiet. The sky had gone dark and there was the sound of old Elvis tunes drifting up from somewhere. All the stars were out and the smell of the sea was very strong. The decks were quiet and Kevin pulled him into a corner to kiss him.
Kevin’s lips were soft but firm. His tongue found its way into Brent’s mouth and Brent felt himself sagging into Kevin’s lean but muscular frame as the kiss grew and lengthened. His tongue responded, and he grew bolder with every passing second.
His hands came out and up, they rested on Kevin’s back. He felt every knob of Kevin’s spine below his fingers, smelled the spicy cologne again. His pelvis pushed closer to Kevin’s and the hardness that he found there made his dick throb painfully.
Kevin asked, “Do you want to go back to your room?”
Brent blurted out, “I have never done this. I am probably going to be the lousiest lay you ever had in your life.”
Kevin gave him a reassuring hug, one that brought the thick meat of his cock back into contact with Brent’s body, making his body clamor frantically for more.
“No, you won’t be, and we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Just so you know.”
Brent nodded and said, “I would like to go back to the room please.”
Kevin led him to the elevator. The kiss had left Brent weak in the knees but his desire had turned into a roaring flame. They got into his room and Kevin asked, “Would you like a drink?”
Brent nodded. Kevin poured them both a few fingers of whiskey and asked, “Did you want ice.”
Brent shook his head. “No, I don’t like ice in the good stuff.”
Kevin chuckled, “I like that about you.”
They sat on the sofa, not speaking. Brent had no idea of what it was that he was supposed to say. Finally he blurted out, “I never was good at dating. I mean I dated the same girl my who
le life. I married her. I didn’t know what else to do.”
Kevin asked, “Are you happy hiding?”
Brent’s face flamed. “I don’t know that I am.”
“I see.”
“Are you angry? I mean I know I should not be here since I am married and…and…” he stopped talking. He did not know what else to say.
Kevin’s hands were gentle as they cupped his face. “You are here to find out who you are, and that is what you need to do. There is nothing wrong with that. You have a wife, okay, so you have a wife. You would not be the first gay man to do that, if you are gay, which is what we are here to find out.”
“How do I know for sure?”
Kevin asked, “Do you want to sleep with your life?”
“No I have never been interested in that. I know, that is the first indicator but I just cannot believe it. I mean I grew up as a guy’s guy.”
"So did I.”
"I’m an athlete.”
“So am I.”
“I am not interested in interior design.” Brent’s lips actually twitched as he said it.
Kevin laughed, tossing his head back as he did so. “Yeah me either. I can dress well enough but if you asked me to pick out furniture you would be a fool.”
“I thought this leatherette sectional was sexy but my wife informed me it was gross. Later I got told it was gross by everyone who knew me and had to sit on it.”
They both laughed. Brent asked, “Did you ever sleep with a woman?”
“Yes.”
That surprised Brent. “But you don’t anymore?”
“No. I knew, like right away, that sleeping with her was not what I wanted to do. It was not what I needed or desired.”
He asked the question that scared him the most. “What if this is not what I need or desire?”
“It’s a big boat,” Kevin said wryly.
Their shared laughter felt good. Kevin’s shoulder rested against his. Brent leaned into it, his eyes closing slightly as he placed his mouth on Kevin has and began to kiss him. Their tongues met, danced, and parted then met again. Chills shot through him and his dick gave a hard throb that was accompanied by a slim drop of fluid that escaped from the tip.
Kevin let his hands wander down Brent’s body, his finger slowly undoing the buttons on Brent’s shirt to reveal his washboard abs and the sexy little placket of muscle that ran into his pelvis.
Brent groaned, his entire body was aflame and when Kevin’s fingers found his nipples he groaned aloud.
His fingers tangled into Kevin’s hair and they kissed again, their tongues matching the rhythm of their hearts and desires.
They wound up in the bed somehow and Kevin undressed slowly while Brent stared up at him. Kevin’s chest was broad and his shoulders were strong. Lean muscle lined his arms and his abs were flat and defined. His slacks slid off to reveal a thick nest of pubic hair and a large cock wrapped with heavy veins. Kevin’s cockhead was purple, engorged with blood and there was a shine to the top that Brent knew was Kevin’s fluids.
Kevin joined him on the bed, the mattress sagging slightly under his weight. Their tongues met again and his hands found the silky smooth skin of Kevin’s back and then he grew bolder, he slid his hands round so that he could grasp Kevin’s thick and throbbing cock in his hand. He wrapped his fist around it and pumped slowly.
His thumb slid across the top, spreading the oil so that it helped to lubricate that flesh. Kevin gasped and writhed and his tongue found Brent’s nipples again. The sight of his head at her chest made another small drop of fluid rise and spill form his cock.
Kevin’s hands went to his cock and he pulled gently, making Brent’s hips rise high in the air. His toes curled as Kevin inched lower, his tongue finding the slick flesh of the head and then licking it, wetting it so that when his fist rose and squeezed again it slid easily back down. Kevin’s clever tongue followed his fist downward and his lips tightened around Brent’s dick. The pressure was delicious, the fact that it was Kevin doing it even more so.
His body arched and writhed and Kevin sucked his dick, moving slowly at first and then beginning to speed up as Brent moaned in desperation.
Kevin asked, “Do you want to try the rest of it?”
Brent did not have to ask what that meant. “Yes, “he gasped out. “Yes, I do.”
Kevin reached into the bedside table. The wetness left behind by his mouth made his cock tremble. Kevin pulled out condoms and lube. He carefully placed the condom on his own trembling member and then he lowered his mouth to Brent’s cock once more.
His fingers found Brent’s anus, stroked it until Brent shook and his legs spread wider. He stared up at Kevin, his mouth slightly parted as one finger slid inside of him, and then another.
The pressure and friction felt so good he began to wriggle, to arch his hips so that he could get more of Kevin’s finger inside of him. His cock twitched and jumped, more fluids dripping from the head.
Kevin carefully loosened his tight asshole, going slowly into him and then withdrawing while his mouth found his cock once more he added a second finger and a third. There was pain but the lube eased it and he sighed and writhed across the bed while his tension and pleasure built.
Kevin moved again, just Brent’s cock was about to shoot his come into the hot cavern that was Kevin’s mouth. Kevin positioned himself so that his dick rested against Brent’s asshole, the tight muscles there already loosened and ready as he slid forward.
Brent cried out, his fingers twisting and clawing the sheets as pleasure such as he had never known erupted into his body. His hand went to his own cock and he tugged at it almost viciously, hoping to stave off the powerful orgasm.
It was too late. Spurts of come, creamy, white and thick, splattered out of his cock and onto Kevin’s lower belly. His cock slid in and out of Brent’s asshole; making him cone yet again and his asshole opened a little more, allowing Kevin to work harder, to pump faster against him. His balls slapped against Brent’s ass and heat filled his body, He wanted to feel Kevin coming inside his ass, he wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything else.
Kevin did come. His body went rigid and he groaned, his forearms shaking as he strained forward once more. His head dipped low, his forehead resting on Brent’s shoulder before he collapsed.
Kevin withdrew slowly, helping Brent to roll over on his side so he could spoon him. His cock, stripped of the condom and flaccid, rested on Brent’s butt cheeks. The scent of their sex and the weight of Kevin’s body against his was comforting and he drifted off, stirring only once when he heard the door open and close again.
When Brent woke up it was to find himself alone. That was okay, that was what he had asked for. He knew he needed time to process things, to think things over and he needed space to do that.
He got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He turned the taps on in the marble tiled shower and then looked at himself in the mirror. He looked no different He was still Brent.
Somehow, he had been afraid that he would not be. That being gay would change him in appearance, take something away from him. It had not.
If anything, he looked happier and healthier than he had in a long time. He began to hum as he stepped into the shower, and soaped himself carefully. There was a lot to think about. Getting divorced would be hard but not really. He suspected that his wife had been having affairs and he did not blame her.
He had never been able to give her what she needed and what she needed was not just a husband but a man who could love her in every way, including physically.
He had failed in his marriage long before she had. Well. There was no way to fix that now except to give her what she really needed, her freedom and the ability to find a man who could be everything she needed.
He got out of the shower, dried, dressed and headed up on the deck to find food. He spotted Kevin sitting at a small table having breakfast and he headed to him, asking, “Do you mind if I sit here?”
Kevin smiled at him, �
��No, not at all. I was just thinking that I have never been to this port and I want to go ashore today. I know you have to but if you want some company I would love to accompany you.”
Brent smiled as a cup of coffee appeared at his elbow, served quickly and almost silently by a smiling young man. “I would love that. I cannot believe you have never been here. I would have thought you had been everywhere.”
Kevin laughed. “I started working on a cruise ship out of Australia. I was on there when Natasha spotted me and we found we had a mutual liking for things so she invited me to come aboard here. I never sailed from this port so I never go to see it.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
"But of course.”
"Why are you here?”
Kevin’s eyes held his. “Because I am looking for something; the same as you or anyone else. I like it here, and one day I will find what I am looking for and I will leave. Same as you.”
“I see.” He did see. He looked out over the bright shining buildings of the port and back at Kevin’s handsome face before raising his coffee cup in a salute. “Here is to finding what we really want and need. Or who.”
Kevin said, “I will drink to that.” They clinked cups and Brent took a long sip of his coffee, enjoying its heady roasted flavor.
“I think it is going to be a really great day,” he said and his heart beat a little faster as he asked, “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight too?”
The End
Book Seven
The L Suite
So here she was. Janine took a deep breath and got out of her car. The sea air washed over her and she took a deep appreciative sniff of it. The pier was busy, it served quite a few of the cruise ships and she looked around at the people with their piles of luggage and expectant faces, feeling the grief that had gripped her lately slipping away. This was her life, and it was time she started behaving as if it was hers, and not everyone else’s.
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