Following the panto's success, the producers wanted us to become more involved with the show. It was to be hosted by a double-act comedians, Chad and Troy. They had to butt in on our set, camping it up behind us. They also wanted us to do sketches, so much to learn, but hilarious, and it didn't matter if it went slightly wrong. The guys were as funny off-stage as they were on, so we had a ball. Both in their late 30s, with dyed fair hair and a natural charisma. After rehearsals, we went to the bar. We both had anecdotes, and it seemed that their sexual adventures mirrored ours (except they were bisexual). They didn't bat an eye when we said we were incestual. It was inevitable that we would get together.
We joined the ship the day before sailing, another cruise of the islands, so we could rehearse on the actual stage and acquaint ourselves with everything. In the evening, they opened a small cocktail bar for artists and crew. Chad and Troy were great company, and the conversation flowed, along with the cocktails. The bar shut at 11.00 to stop the crew from getting too pissed to work next day, so we were invited to their cabin, a bigger room than ours, with twin beds. A couple more beers and we sat on their laps, snogging. Chad took John to bed. We were in no hurry, so lay together, kissing, making out and undressing. Chad and John were already locked in a sixty-nine. Kissing turns me on more than anything, and Troy's tongue was amazing. We lay side by side, our dicks rubbing together. Chad had impaled himself on John and was bobbing up and down, his cock slapping his belly. Troy was feeling my arse, making me squirm. I needed him inside me. A finger found my hole, so I pushed back. Chad and John had changed around. John was on top, missionary style. I turned around and guided Troy's dick into me. We spooned, and then he started pumping slowly, my muscles relaxing and contracting to his movements. John and Chad had both cum and were relaxing in the afterglow. Troy picked up speed, thrusting deeper into my cavity, with me wanking. We came together, him inside me, and my jism over the sheets. I turned around and we embraced. We had another beer, and nipped back to our cabin, still naked. We lay together, kissing, not tired. John was fingering my wet hole and I stroked his sticky cock. We were still in each other's arms when we woke up.
The following morning, the producer called us together. One of the dancers had injured their ankle and been carted off to hospital. He had tried all sources, but couldn't find a replacement. We phoned the guy we'd fucked on the Christmas cruise. Luckily, he was available, so a taxi was sent to get him. He only had the afternoon to rehearse, but any port in a storm, pun intended. We looked forward to renewing our 'friendship'.
This trip would take us to the more northerly islands, Aruba and Puerto Rico, which are far more gay-friendly. We looked forward to exploring San Juan, and checking out its hot guys. Onboard, the rehearsals went well, although the stage was smaller than we were used to. The four dancers gyrated very close to us, so it took a while before they stopped bumping into us. Chad and Troy's antics behind us, was to try and make us laugh and fuck up. Our opening numbers were upbeat, with us in sequined tops and shorts. The dancers twerked their bums, making the audience cheer. We closed the show in tuxes, with Bring Him Home, All I Ask of You, and Music of the Night. We retired to the cocktail bar. The dancers were already there, giggling and sipping mojitos. Jude, the lad we had called at the last minute, came and sat with us, giving us a big kiss to say thank you. We suggested he pay us a visit in the morning. We had already showered and had breakfast when he knocked. He had brought Jay, another of the dancers with him, both in just loose boxers. They smothered us in kisses, then dropped to the floor, pulling our shorts down in the process. Both were expert at oral, wrapping their tongues around our shafts and balls. We kissed and made out above them, I felt myself getting too close, so we split up, I took Jay, while John had Jude. They were both sensual lovers, taking their time to please us, from sucking toes to nipple play, arm pits and fingering our holes. We turned the tables, rimming them and probing their cute bubble butts. Jude straddled John, while I took Jay from behind. John turned over and remounted. I let Jay suck me, then impale himself on me, letting him bounce up and down. He wanked his little dick. The amount of sperm he generated was enormous, landing in my hair. Looking across, John's face was covered in semen. They climbed off, then watched as I fucked my brother, depositing a load on his chest. By the time he came, his face and body was awash with spunk. We heard later that the other boys had been to see Chad and Troy. The cruise would keep our bollocks well drained. Puerto Rico was not to disappoint. The port seemed to only employ hotties, most of whom worked topless. To make life sweeter, the U.S. navy was in port, smartly dressed mariners, with tight, white shorts encasing their butts, we had permanent semis. I needed to take a piss, so popped into the public loos. The only available urinal had a sailor either side of it. I couldn't help but take a peek. Unfortunately, I made it too obvious. They pushed me into a stall and shoved me to my knees. I had the delight of draining both of them, one with my mouth, the other a hand job, I came out with cum on my chin and hair, which John found hilarious. In Aruba, we had chance for a swim in the crystal-clear waters. It was one of the best cruises we had. Mornings were filled, either by fucking the dancers, or getting shagged senseless by Chad and Troy. Happy days.
Back in port, Victor picked us up. I couldn't wait to feel him inside me again, and he didn't disappoint. We showered and the three of us went to bed. We made out, kissing and cock worshipping. Eventually, we bent over the bed and he took it in turns to fuck both of us, pumping into me for a bit, then changing to John. This went on for ages, we had both cum and our rings were getting sore. Finally, we turned round and he shot over our faces. We fell asleep. By the time we woke, he had left.
