If Chicago had been cold, Seattle was bloody freezing. The bitterly cold wind, coming straight off the North Pacific, cut right through. We made our way to the hotel, wondering why anyone would want to book this time of year. The reason was a conference/exhibition for medical students. Medical facilities from across the States had set up stalls in the exhibition hall, offering various 'golden welcome' packages.
It was so cold, any ideas of going out during the day were forgotten. We stayed in the hotel, practiced new songs and made love. We wanted to add some gravitas to our repertoire, with songs from Les Mis and Phantom, so we hired a voice coach to improve our range and control. Our last stop would be Las Vegas, and we wanted to impress. In this hotel, the show was similar to those onboard, with various acts. We had two spots, including closing the show. With such a young audience, we decided to camp it up a bit. Each evening, the audience grew as we attracted people from other hotels. With our first encore, we changed into our schoolboy outfits and did All The Lovers (Kylie) and Shape of You (Ed Sheeran), getting a little steamy together. We came back on and did Perfect (Ed Sheeran), finishing with a lingering kiss. The audience, all a little pissed, lapped it up.
On our last night, we had got back to our dressing room. We were in our boxers, removing make-up, when the door burst open. In fell two guys who'd been sat in the front row. Before we could do anything, they grabbed us and festooned us with slobbery kisses. I managed to shut and lock the door. We calmed them down and responded to their advances. They fondled us through our boxers and nature too over. We were masters at removing jeans and theirs were soon around their ankles. They took us orally, playing with themselves at the same time, before we hauled them up and bent them over the dressing table and rimmed them. We replace our tongues with dicks and fucked them side by side. They groaned and whimpered, then emptied their balls over the floor. We turned them around, pushed them to their knees and gave them a mouthful of cum to drink. We told them to get dressed and fuck off.
Not exactly the way we intended to leave Seattle, but looked forward to going somewhere warmer.
The voice coach was invaluable, teaching us breathing techniques and vibrato control.
It must be the dream of every artist to perform in Vegas, we had to pinch ourselves to believe it, two brothers from England in the biggest playground in the World.
We had two- 45 minute slots. In the first, we did a medley of pop songs through the years, from The Beatles to modern day. It got the crowd going, making it easier for the following acts. We closed the show with songs from the musicals, from West Side Story and Oliver! to Phantom and Les Miserables. John did Music of the Night as a solo. We finished with Bring Him Home. A standing ovation, we felt very humbled.
The next morning, the Musical Director came to see us, ostensibly to congratulate us on our performance. He was a nice enough guy, in his early 50s, greying at the temples, still quite handsome. We had only just got up. John was sipping his way through coffee and I was out of the shower, drying myself. We quickly covered ourselves. He apologised for the inconvenience, but had to compliment us in person. I kissed him on the cheek, saying how much we had enjoyed it. He turned his face toward me and our lips met. My towel fell away as we embraced. I felt his crotch stirring. Gripping his buttocks, I pulled him closer John went around the back of him and started unbuttoning his shirt, then dropped his trousers. 8" of dick was through the fly of his boxers. I held the throbbing member in my hand. He kicked his shoes off, and I shuffled back to the bed, sat and licked his shaft and balls. John kissed his neck, then on down his back until he was being rimmed. I wanted him inside me. I lay on the bed and he got on top of me, kissing passionately. I put my legs in the air and invited him in, stretching me to the max, or so I thought. As he started humping, I felt John's cock push in alongside, making my eyes water and my erection subside temporarily. They developed a rhythm and I jerked myself hard again. It seemed like my insides would burst as they pumped in unison. My cum spurted everywhere. He pulled out and shot pools of semen over my chest, but John carried on until he bred me. I licked them both clean. Dressing, he said we were welcome to his apartment anytime, maybe for a bite to eat.
Two days later, we paid him a visit. I watched him undress John and make out. He had John bend over the bed and he fucked him from behind. Then john straddled him, riding him like a pony. They rolled over and I guided the pole back in. When he came, a river of spunk flowed out as he dismounted. He sat in an armchair as I took over, putting on a show, shagging this way and that. We flipped and John fucked me hard. He pulled out in time to send ribbons of cum into the air. My cum joined John's, running off onto the sheets. Our last action in America.
This highlight of our tour was the last date, before returning to Bermuda. Waiting at the airport was Joey. It was good to be back. Time to chill before the next cruise. I wondered what we would do, and with whom?
