It was great to be back in warmer weather. We bought Bermuda shorts, it was so erotic, freeballin in the shiny material, giving us a semi for hours. We made friends with the young couple and their toddler living next door to us. Chatting to him one day, he confessed that since the kid had been born, sex seldom happened. John asked if we could help, winking at him. I suggested that he could pop round when his wife went out. So it was, one evening he knocked on our door. As usual, we were naked, so I wrapped a towel around myself and welcomed him in. We gave him a beer and asked him what he had in mind. He shuffled from one foot to the other, then blurted out that he'd like a BJ, as his wife didn't do that anyway, but he wouldn't mind fucking one of us, but he wasn't keen on taking it. With that, John knelt and pulled his shorts and boxers down. He was completely flaccid, so it took a bit of work. I suggested he lay on the sofa. With John working on his penis, stroking his scrotum and sucking him, and me massaging his shoulders and tweaking his nipples. John's magic had the desired effect, and he was soon sporting an impressive 7" pole, glistening with saliva. Tentatively, I leaned over and kissed him, his mouth opened and I slid my tongue in. John worked a finger under him and played with his ring. That did it, and John's mouth overflowed with spunk. I came around and kissed John, swapping cum, and licking the drips from his chin. We asked if he'd like to watch us fuck. He nodded, so we got on the floor and put on a porn show, with us flipping. I eventually came over John's back, and he gave me a face full. He quickly dressed and said he may get more 'involved' next time, before scampering off.
The ship was smaller than the previous one, as it had to negotiate smaller ports. The sailors wore sexy tropical uniforms, with tight-fitting chino shorts encasing their bums. The sailing was done overnight, so we'd wake up in a new country every day. Much of the crew, especially the bar staff and cleaners, were Puerto Rican, with their slim, tanned bodies, hotties everywhere I looked. As usual, the passengers disembarked first and returned last, so our time ashore was limited, but it was interesting seeing the different cultures, and all were very accommodating. We were so used to the show's routine now, that we needed little rehearsal.
We were always back onboard by 6.00 at the latest, giving us time to eat, have sex and prepare. The cleaners have their own keys. We were petting and very aroused, when the door opened and two handsome guys entered, stopped in their tracks, said sorry, and went to leave. I climbed off John and went over to the guys, my dick pointing out in front of me. They dropped their cleaning stuff as we embraced. I slid down their bodies, while John looked on. Their shorts and underwear came down and I feasted on two beautiful poles. Standing up again, I leaned over and sucked one, while the other fucked me from behind. The guy I was giving head to tossed himself and gave me a mouthful. Moments later, the chap behind me grunted and bred me. Pulling their pants up, they gathered their stuff and said they'd come back later, and knock next time. John and I went back to our petting, and I was bred again. One evening after the show, we went to the bar for a couple of drinks and sign autographs. Every time the waiter came by, he made a point of either stroking my neck, or tousling my hair. John noticed and blew him kisses. He said he'd be finished by midnight, if we could stay awake. We left the door ajar. Diego entered with a bottle of bubbly and glasses. He was every bit the gentleman, opening the bottle and pouring the wine. With the bottle finished, he sat on the bed and we dropped our pants. He alternated between us, sucking and wanking our manhoods. I eased him to his feet and dropped his shorts. Out popped a tiny stiff dick, no more than 4", almost lost in wiry black pubes. We kissed, he was so sensual, taking his time to make out with both of us. I could tell that he desperately wanted to fuck me, so I leaned against the wall and offered my body. I barely felt him enter me, but what he lacked in size, he made up for with passion. He laid me on the bed and fucked me some more, while I sucked on my brother's cock. In broken English, he asked if he could cum inside me. I nodded and he pumped harder, filling me. He collapsed on top of me, kissing passionately. He then watched as John took his place. With my legs over his shoulders, he pulled right out and plunged back in, building up speed until his cum mixed with Diego's. I masturbated and covered my belly.
During the hurricane season, we were seconded to a chain of luxury hotels owned by the same company. The first hotel was in Manhattan, We were put up in a small windowless room in the hotel, the better rooms being reserved for paying guests. One of the pitfalls of the entertainment industry is that we work when others play. Going out after the show doesn't really work. By the time we've showered and removed make-up, etc., we would rather have a couple of quiet beers and bed. We did visit a gay sauna, The East Side Club one afternoon. We were making out in the steam room. In near darkness, other hands joined in. We didn't want to cum too soon, so when I got spunk in my eye, it was time to explore further. We passed a series of cabins, with the sound of sex emanating from some. Others had the door open, with the occupants fucking in full view, with others watching and wanking. Some patted our bums or stroked our dicks. In a sling, an old man was being banged hard. A tall, coloured man invited us into a cabin. we were ordered to kneel and cock worship. He then produced a condom and asked which one of us wanted to be fucked. John rested on his elbows and I guided the member in, then watched as my twin was banged hard. He came, removed the condom and emptied its contents over John's back. Moving on, we came to a bigger room with a large plastic-covered mattress on the floor. Two or three men were already making out. We joined them, a mass of hands and tongues. I was sucking a guy and getting rimmed. In the gloom, I saw John mount someone. My rimmer replaced his tongue with his cock and I was spit-roasted, someone else wanked me. The mattress became slippery as different men unloaded. I added to the mess, as did John's partner. John filled a condom. We showered again and returned to the hotel in plenty of time for the show.
The following evening's performance was especially well received, and we were called back for several encores. Back in our room, we removed our make-up and stripped to our boxers. We ordered a bottle of bubbly, which was brought by a tall, lanky lad in his 20s. He must have liked what he saw, as 30 minutes later, he returned, supposedly to collect the tray. By now, we had been snogging and stroking dicks, that were poking out of our boxer flies. The waiter blushed, so I pulled him to me, unzipped him and pulled his cock out. He said he didn't have long, so I whipped my pants off, and he fucked me, still in his trousers. He left, still forgetting the tray. John fucked me, adding his sperm to the waiter's. I made a mess on the carpet. Next stop, Washington D.C.
