After the trauma of Portugal, we didn't feel inclined to go ashore. We knew some of the islands, like Jamaica were homophobic, and John and I couldn't 'act straight' if we wanted to. It meant that we'd probably be missing out on some beautiful places, maybe next time. Instead, we used the time to use some of the facilities that are normally out-of-bounds, like the sun deck, gymnasium and pool. John looked so horny in his Speedos, the line of his penis clearly showing through. In the gym, we wore loose-fitting cotton shorts. When I'm on the bench press, I can see his dick and balls hanging down the left leg. It gave me a boner, leading to sex in the showers. We were in the gym, doing some cardio, when Roy, a bartender came in. A short, cheerful lad, it was the first time we'd seen him out of uniform, and very pleasant it was. He jokingly asked if he could fix us a cocktail, looking at our shorts. I kissed John, squeezing his butt. Roy took this as an invitation. Kneeling down, he took our dicks out, expertly swirling his tongue around the crowns and licking our shafts. We adjourned to the cabin, where he stripped us of what little clothing we had on, kissing us all over, working especially on John's sensitive nipples. I started to undress him, kissing his body. He had a tiny, silk G-string, that couldn't hold his engorged cock, which stood up past his belly button. I eased the panties down and ran my tongue along the veiny shaft, and sucked on his hairless sack. He and John were tongue fighting. He poked his bum out slightly, so I ran a finger up the crack and pushed into his rosebud. Standing up behind him, we made a sandwich. My dick found his hole and he impaled himself. I started to hump while he and John continued to kiss and wank each other. We turned around and John took his ass. Somehow, we got on the floor and John had Roy's legs over his shoulders, while we sixty-nined. Roy was the first to blow, sending copious amounts of cum down my throat. John pulled out and gave me a face full. Roy turned around and I fucked him hard, delivering my babies. We slipped our shorts back on and went to the sun deck to catch some rays.
In one of our shows, in our schoolboy outfits, we put rouge on our cheeks and Brylcreemed our hair. It seems to go down well with the older gays. We sit on their knees and give them a peck on the cheek, or invite them to smack our bottoms. Two such guys, probably in their 60s, always sat at the front. If we played up to them, they shoved a few dollars in our blazer pockets. One evening, I found a note in my pocket, with a $50 dollar bill, asking us to come to their cabin. It could get us sacked, but we couldn't resist. We sneaked along to their suite at 11.30, still dressed as schoolboys. They invited us in and gave us a Red Stripe. Looking a little awkward, one of them asked if we had sex together. "All the time", I replied, and kissed John. "In which case, would you do it in front of us?" As you know, John and I are not shy about fucking, and put on a live porn show for them. We kissed and slowly undressed one another. Settling down on their double bed, they sat in armchairs with their dicks out. We sixty-nined, both sideways and with me on top, making sure they could see my bud, then turned around and straddled my twin, pushing slowly down on his pole, so they could see every inch going in. I rode him for a while, then rolled over into the missionary, then went back to sucking, until I took John from behind. The old boys were wanking each other. We rolled around again and John held his legs apart. We made a lot of groaning noises, like pornstars do, and shouting, "Faster", and "deeper". I finished by tossing over John, licking up my cum and feeding it to John. I knelt on all fours and John shot over my back, then fucked the last drops into me. The old guys had semen running over their hands. We went over and licked them clean. After we had dressed, they gave us another $50.
The ship docked in Jamaica, and everyone went ashore to explore Kingston. Of all the islands, this was the one we definitely didn't want to see. Their reggae songs about killing the batty boy says it all. We took the opportunity to use the pool, diving from the board, doing lengths and messing around. We were in the shallow end, kissing, when we noticed two sailors on the upper deck watching us. Our kissing became more passionate, until our dicks no longer fitted in our tiny Speedos. Looking up, the sailors had followed suit, with their dicks out of their shorts. We beckoned them down and pointed to the changing rooms near the pool. Once in there, we locked the door and dropped our trunks. The sailors went down on us, swallowing cock and undressing, while we kissed above them. Standing up we had a sailor each, snogging and rubbing poles. We knelt to give them oral, then turned them round to rim. They steadied themselves against the wall, we spat on our cocks and pushed in, fucking in unison. We high-fived, then put our arms around them, found their erections and gave them a wank. We swapped back and forth until they pleaded with us to cum, so we pumped harder and faster, finally pulling out and firing a couple of jets up their backs, before finishing off inside them. They splashed the wall. We turned them around and sucked the last drops from them. Making sure the coast was clear, we jumped into the pool, leaving them to walk nonchalantly away a minute later.
Back in our cabin, we slept, spooning. The next day, we were due back in Bermuda, so we had a lie-in, our work was done. There was a knock at the door. I answered it, still naked. It was Nick, the comedian we had sex with at the start, who had come to say how well we'd done, and hoped the company would keep us here. I pulled him to me, kissed him and rubbed his crotch. "I thought you may like to say goodbye properly". I felt his hardness. John stood behind him, unbuttoning his shirt and dropping his shorts. I knelt and took his erection into my mouth, stroking John's cock at the same time. I turned Nick around and rimmed him, then covered John's dick with saliva, and guided it in. Nick flinched as his ass was invaded. I spat on my fingers and fingered my hole, then stood up and leaned against the wall. Nick got the idea and formed a chain, fucking me while John screwed him. John pumped harder and unloaded, leaving Nick and I to carry on. I knelt down. Nick did me doggy style. Working up a speed, he bred me and collapsed over my back. He finally slipped out and John licked him clean. He then watched , as I fucked my brother, emptying my balls inside him. I gave Nick my dick to suck the last drops.
The passengers disembarked first, giving us time to say goodbye to the other entertainers, especially the Magic Mikes. We had one night in the company hotel, before flying back to the UK. The next day we had an email, thanking us for our services, saying we had gone down well with the clients, and were looking forward to using us again, so here's to the next time.
