When we were not working, we were house hunting. We eventually found a two bedroom apartment in a sympathetically converted Colonial mansion. It was at the top end of our budget, but that would be offset by the rental income from the UK. The main bedroom had a super king size bed and a walk-in shower, big enough for two. Hopefully, we would get the keys after our first trip, that being a cruise up the East coast to Rhode Island, taking in various cities on the way. The final three days of rehearsals were with the M.D. and other artists, with the last day onboard. The MC for the trip was a rather portly guy called Herbie.
We had a last night with lovely Joey. We told him to do anything he wanted. He had us strip bare and make out together, which was great, we love to put on a show. Guys seem to find identical twins having sex fascinating. When we were in a sixty-nine, he knelt behind John and entered him. I watched from underneath as the fat pole inched in. It was long enough for me to lick as he pulled out. He moved around and did the same to me, the mushroom head coming right out, getting sucked by John, who then guided it back in. He swapped back and forth four times, each time fucking a little harder, until John and I swallowed spunk. We lay flat on our backs as Joey creamed over our faces. We looked forward to inviting him to our new home.
We set sail in rather stormy conditions, so the first stop, Fort Lauderdale, was abandoned, may be calling there on the return. We sailed North and thankfully, the seas became calmer. The MC opened the show, followed by a satirical comedian. We didn't get many of the jokes, that were about U.S. celebs. We chose black sparkly suits, and did a twenty minute set of songs from musicals, starting with Cabaret. The audience lapped it up, and we promised more later. The MC's jokes were a little risque, which went down well with the adult-only clientele, and the atmosphere warmed up. We closed the show with Unchained Melody, to warm applause. There was a bar for artists and crew, so we had a couple of drinks before turning in. By morning, the sea was smooth. After breakfast, we made love. Something new to us on this trip, was that we had to wander around the decks, chatting to passengers, and encouraging them to come to the shows, which was great fun. The mostly American clients found our English accents charming, and it was easy to set up a rapport. We took notes of birthdays and anniversaries, so we could give them a shout out.
One of the female singers, a pretty girl in her 30s, came on to us. We told her that we were gay, but she still said she would love to give us a blow job. We thought about it, and invited her to our cabin. John and I kissed as she dropped our shorts and boxers. I wasn't sure if I would get hard, but her delicate touch soon gave us erections. She did ask, but we declined to fuck her. With no condoms, we didn't want to become dads. We ended up wanking over her tits.
The next morning, we sailed up the Hudson to the Big Apple, where we had a two night stay, giving us a night off. We went ashore to explore, finding where the Stonewall riot had been, and visiting the John Lennon memorial in Central Park, and on round the tourist hot-spots. In the evening. we toured some of the gay bars, ending up in the Boiler Room. We were bought loads of drinks, but declined the offers of fun, not knowing what it may lead to, and remembering Portugal.
By the time we arrived in Providence, Rhode Island, it had turned bitterly cold, and stupid us hadn't thought to bring warm clothing, so we stayed onboard. We were having a few of drinks in the crew's bar, relaxing before the evening show, and got chatting with a couple of sailors from Boston. They made it obvious they wanted more than a chat. They were hot, so we followed them down to the lower decks and the crew's quarters, dormitories of bunks, with not much space. With little affection, they stripped us, we leaned against the bunks, and they fucked us from behind, all very disappointing. We went back to our cabin and made love properly. The journey South was pleasant enough, and we did call in at Fort Lauderdale. The clients enjoyed our performances, but we were looking forward to our new home.
The trip had been OK, apart from the weather. New York was fantastic, and we looked forward to having a fun time therein the future. Sailing back into port, we were met by the ever smiling Joey. He was sporting his new Bermudan Basketball Team kit, his dick clearly flopping beneath the shiny material. We drove back to the hotel, telling him about the journey. We were barely in our room before he had stripped us, snuggling between us like a dog who hadn't seen its master for a week. He kissed us alternately, with his tent pole stretching his shorts. I slid my hands into the waistband and stroked his fat member, while John removed his top and toyed with his nipples. I heaved him up the bed and feasted on his cock. John wiggled behind him and rimmed his bubble butt, and then penetrated, releasing precum and forcing more of the black stick down my throat. John gripped his waist and started pumping. John upped the tempo, making me choke. Letting out a roar, he buried his babies inside. His penis slipped out, white semen dripping down Joey's dark skin. Joey was not done. He bent me over double and his trouser snake invaded me The action on my prostate was enough to make me spurt over my face. He shot load after load into me. Afterwards, he confessed he hadn't cum while we'd been at sea. He stayed the night, not for more sex, just to be with us.
The next morning, we had an email inviting us to pick up the keys to our new home. Excitedly, Joey drove us over there, picking up groceries and Red Stripe on the way.
We were given an extra week off to settle into our new home, but then it was back to work for a forth-coming Caribbean trip, taking in Antigua, Trinidad and Tobago, St Kitts and St Lucia. As long as we evaded the storms, the weather should be much better.
One morning, Joey was in floods of tears. The company had given him a new assignment, so he had to leave us. We promised to meet up as often as we could. Online, we found a gold chain and arranged for it to be delivered to the hotel.
We read up about our new destinations, and decided we should explore, making sure to at least try to look straight.
