Rehearsals start at 1030. We like to learn new songs and dances to keep the show fresh. This gave John and me plenty of time for sex. We showered, have breakfast and go back to bed, even if we were to get lucky later, we were young enough to cum at least twice a day. Anyway, I loved to kiss. Nothing turned me on more than a passionate embrace and tonsil tickling. Even if there's no time for anything else, expressing love daily keeps a relationship going. I'm happy just to give or receive oral I love to pleasure someone with head, especially if we can swap semen.
We are both fully versatile and can go with the flow. It was immaterial who fucked who, as long as we gave each other pleasure, and that day was no different. We explored bodies, as if for the first time, except we know exactly what turns one another on. John has a thing about nipple play, and will leak copious amounts of precum when I kiss, nibble and suck them. I love my balls being licked and a tongue on my hole. We swapped and changed for nearly an hour, before John pleaded to be satisfied. Even then, I toyed with him, pulling right out, rubbing it up and down his crack and pumping back in, taking him to the brink, then rimming him. When we came, the release felt amazing.
Tim, the MC/Compere was a warm hearted guy. He took a shine to us 'newbies', introducing us to the cast and crew, making us feel at home. He was a silver fox, probably in his early 50s. When we arrived in Barcelona, he showed us around the stunning city, with its amazing architecture and ambience. It had a magical feel about it. We had lunch at a pavement cafe in a pedestrianised avenue. He told us about the vibrant gay nightlife, but we had to be back onboard at 6.00. We resolved to book a holiday there as soon as possible.
Back on the ship at 5.30, Tim invited us to his cabin. It was larger than ours, and he had personalised it by putting pictures and photos on the wall. One was of another man. His partner had died in an accident. Out of sympathy, I kissed him, meaning no more than that, but he held my head and our lips parted. John stroked our backs in encouragement. I felt his bulge, it seemed to go on for ever. John then stroked our bums, before kneeling and unzipping us, releasing our cocks. He undid the top button and pulled our shorts and underwear down in one movement. We kicked off our trainers. Tim's cock was enormous. John swallowed what he could, as we kissed above him. Tim stroked my back, each time edging lower, until he was feeling my buns. John stripped, then went behind me, rimming and trying to get me ready, then turned me around. I braced myself against the wall. John guided Tim's huge member to my ring. I bit my lip as the mushroom went through, making my eyes water. It hurt like hell. Tim pulled out and John added more saliva. This time it was better. I stroked my erection back, while Tim fucked me oh, so slowly. He then walked me backward until he could sit on the bed. I could now bounce up and down, controlling the speed, and more importantly, the depth. John gave me his dick to suck and I was in fucking Heaven. I could sense John's balls rising, so sucked harder. He filled my mouth, even though we'd fucked earlier. Tim lifted me off and I leaned over a table. His weapon penetrated again and he showed no mercy, fucking me hard with every inch. He shouted, "I'm cumming", and buried himself deep inside my bowels. I shot over the floor.
That evening, my smile said it all. Curtis gave his usual party piece at the end, and we enjoyed a few beers with the cast.
We sailed into Ibiza overnight. Once the passengers had disembarked, we could go ashore. We wore cut-off denims, that we'd cut too short, with jocks underneath. It wasn't until we were ashore, that I noticed John's had a rip in the ass. We thought about going to Es Cavellet Beach, but it was way too hot. Instead, Tim showed us around Ibiza Town, stopping here and there for a drink, or to take in the sights. Tim knew enough to keep us away from the tourist traps. We walked either side of him, with Tim's fingers exploring the ripped shorts. We thought about going to the sauna, but they only get busy in the evening, and it was scorching hot anyway. We returned to the ship for dinner. Tim suggested that we went to his cabin after the show, as feeling John's ass had made him horny. After the show, we showered and changed back into our cut-offs, minus the jocks, and went to meet Tim. He welcomed us with a kiss and a glass of Rioja. I knew it was John's turn to get shagged, but I started by snogging my twin and putting on a show for our host. Our tops came off, and I went to work on John's nipples. Tim released our shorts and we were naked, feeling each other. Tim's cock was like a cucumber sticking out. We drew Tim into our embrace. He was an amazing kisser, I thought I'd pop too soon. I knelt down and rimmed my twin as they kissed above me. I then sucked Tim's organ, making it as wet as possible. Carefully I guided Tim onto John's hole. John braced himself as Tim pushed in and I watched as inch by inch, it disappeared into John's rectum. I stood up and kissed my brother, giving him support for the onslaught he was about to take. Tim pulled out again and added more lube, before pushing in until his pubes hit John's bum and began a slow fuck. I felt for John's dick and smeared precum over his crown. They broke and Tim guided John onto the bed. With his legs open wide, I guided Tim back in. Once they were settled, John took my dick into his mouth, so he was getting fucked from both ends. Tim went faster. Leaning forward to kiss me, John came hands-free, semen running out like a river. Tim pumped, and collapsed on John's sticky chest as he pulsed his cum into a grateful ass. I blasted mine down his throat. We relaxed back and had more wine. Tim really was very impressive. It was getting late. Tim asked if John could stay the night, as he hadn't slept with anyone for ages. I kissed them both, slipped my shorts on, and went to my bed.
John woke me with a kiss next morning, it was nearly 8 am. He crawled in beside me. we kissed some more and I felt his hole. It was still wet from a recent fuck. I should have been jealous, but it just made me hornier. I worked my way down behind him, the scent of spunk inviting me to his ring. The taste of Tim was everywhere. I brought myself back up and we kissed, swapping Tim's juices. We rolled over and he straddled me, impaling himself. He was doing it out of love for me, as he'd cum with Tim less than an hour earlier. He lifted himself up, so that I could pump into him, lubricated by spunk and opened by a cock much bigger than mine, I fucked for ages before giving John his second load of the morning. We slept, and only just made rehearsals, still sweaty, and spent the afternoon in bed. That night, after the show, we reaffirmed our love for each other, John making gentle love to me. I love the feeling of him inside me. We almost meld ourselves together when we fuck.
