We were informed of future cruises well in advance, in case we needed to learn new songs and routines. One such trip was aimed at a younger clientele. We were having a DJ and dance troupe join us on a cruise to Barcelona and Ibiza. We were fitted out with smart suits that sparkled in the spotlights. Before the cruise, we met the dancers at a hotel in Southampton to work out a song list and choreography. Two of the troupe lived near us, so we offered them lifts. Dennis and Jeremy were slightly effeminate, but beautiful. Buzzed hair, dyed blond, both about 6'0", with not an ounce of fat on them. During rehearsals, the troupe wore loose jogging shorts and string vests. The dance moves were kept fairly simple, as we had to sing live at the same time. In some songs, they did acrobatics and street dancing. We had to learn two routines. It was knackering, but lots of laughs.
We returned home quite late each night and Dennis always in for coffee, but we usually just wanted to get home. On one occasion, I needed the toilet, so agreed. They lived in a small, but stylish apartment. By the time I'd been to the loo, the aroma of fresh coffee filled the air. We sat on the floor, they were on a two-seater sofa. I could see up their shorts, that they had no underwear. It was very inviting and I wondered if I should try it on. I had no need, they started making out, so John and I did the same. Their vests came off. Both were completely hairless or shaved, and very lean. Their shorts were tenting. John and I moved closer and ran our hands up their shorts. To make things easier, they slipped them off. In unison, John and I cupped their shaved balls and sucked dicks, while they kissed above us. We managed to get our own cocks out. They turned around and knelt over the back of the sofa. We rimmed them until they pushed back against our tongues. Gripping their slim waists, we penetrated and pumped. They became very noisy, shouting obscenities and urging us on. We swapped places and fucked harder. I asked if they wanted to be bred and they screamed YES! John and I came together, filling their guts. Their cum ran down the sofa. We needed more coffee, no one bothered to get dressed. We sat around, talking about the upcoming cruise, and how we could keep them satisfied. We stayed the night, John with Dennis and Jeremy with me. I woke first, used the bathroom, then went back to nuzzle into Jeremy. My semi was lying up his back. I put my arm around him and stroked him erect. In the other bedroom, we could hear Dennis becoming very vociferous and the bed springs going. I pushed into Jeremy's hole, still moist from the night before, and fucked like there was no tomorrow. John and Dennis had finished and were in the shower. I gave Jeremy his second load, he made a mess of the sheets. We showered together, had toast and coffee, and headed back to Southampton.
The trip to Ibiza started and we moved off down Southampton Water with a ship full of mostly younger clients. Dennis and Jeremy had joined the rest of the dancers, but texted us to say they didn't want the others to know what we'd been doing, so we assumed that was dead. We crossed the channel, to pick up more customers from Cherbourg, and headed towards the Atlantic.
The first show is always a bit nervy, but went OK. The audience seemed to warm to us. Mostly, it was straight couples, with a smattering of gays and lesbians. There was a strict rule that the ship's company must not fraternize with the passengers, so the banter was kept to saucy innuendo. It was only our third cruise, but we were already leaning to read our audience and have a rapport that stayed within unwritten boundaries. After the show, we had a few drinks with the other entertainers, while people danced to the disco. Once in our cabin, we congratulated each other and kissed. It soon led to us stripping out of our stage gear and the groping intensifying. John lay back on the bed and I eased his member out of the leg of his skimpy silk briefs. He shaves his balls, as he loves the way I lick them and suck on his testicles. I then covered the crown in copious amounts of saliva and deep-throated him. He arched his back to meet my movements, and I pushed a finger in his rectum. He moaned as I searched for his prostate. I only had a jockstrap on, with my throbbing cock out of the side. He rolled onto his tummy, I pulled the thin material of his briefs to one side, and pushed in. He raised his hips to get a hand on himself. I fucked him gently, with the elastic of his briefs rubbing on my shaft. He wanked, and urged me on, but I stayed in control, keeping the speed down and enjoying the intimacy. He pumped back, squeezing his ring and emptied his balls over the sheets. I turned him over, put a leg over my shoulder, and drilled into him, finally spilling my load. I leant over and gave him a lingering kiss,
Our journey across the Bay of Biscay was rough, even for a big liner. John was sick, and I was worried that he wouldn't be able to perform. Luckily, the weather improved by mid-afternoon, and so did John's health. The show went amazingly well. I admired John's professionalism. We ate after the show and had an early night. Next stop, Lisbon......
