We already had notice that our next assignment would be to Scandinavia. We had a week off, then two weeks preparation. We took the chance to catch up with Will and Leon. We met them for a meal, and over it giggled, telling them of our exploits in the Caribbean. I think they were a little jealous, but complimented us on our tans. We said the white bits were more interesting! Going back to their place, we were soon in a four-way embrace, undressing one another down to our underwear. Will sat me down in an armchair and pulled my dick through the leg of my Tanga briefs. Leon took John to the bedroom. I leaned over and ran my hand down the back of his Calvins. His hole was already moist from sweat, so I toyed with his pucker and slipped a finger in. Will feasted on my pole and we could hear grunts and groans coming from the bedroom. He kissed his way up my body until our lips met. His boxers fell to his knees, so I pushed a second finger in, making him yelp, then push back. Leon had mounted John, who had his legs wrapped around Leon's slim waist. Will eased himself down on me and started riding with me tossing him. John and Leon had flipped and John was screwing him from behind. Will took his pants off, turning around to face me and sliding down again, grinding himself into me. We kissed as his movements began again, with me thrusting up to meet him and jerking him. I heard Leon cry out as his jets made a mess of the sheets, and John shot his load inside. Will splattered over my tummy and it ran down into the waistband of my tangas. With a final effort, I pumped semen deep inside him. He climbed off and I stuck my sticky dick back inside my pants. We kissed deeply, with my cum bubbling out of him. We promised to invite them over when we returned.
As in our previous postings, the last week of rehearsals was spent working out dance routines with the backing dancers. We could incorporate some of the moves we had learnt previously, so it was less stressful. Our four dancers were hot AF, and frequently patted our bums while they gyrated around us.
Due to the tides, the ship had an early departure, so most of the clients and crew boarded the night before. We went through the first number with the dancers, then went to the communal showers. The four dancers, with their beautiful bodies, joined us. I sprang a boner. Two of them gathered around me, the other two with John. We soaped one another all over, one of the dancers paid special attention to my bum, using the lather to open me up. John enjoyed a similar experience. John and I leaned against the tiles with the water cascading over us and we were both fucked, with the boys swapping time and again. I was almost relieved when one of the guys finally came, quickly followed by his mate. John took a pummelling as his cum hit the tiles. His legs were buckling under the onslaught, so he dropped to his knees and the guys and I wanked over his face and hair. Helping him to his feet, the boys kissed us gently and said we could do them next time. We slept well, looking forward to the coming week.
I checked my phone in the morning. There was an email from the company that own the Caribbean ship. Firstly they reiterated how well we'd been received, then went on to invite us to join the company on a permanent basis. We would be working Central America, the Eastern Seaboard of the States, as well as the Caribbean. The proposed salary was eye-popping, and tax-free. There was a contract in the attachment. We replied immediately thanking them for their kind words, and saying we would sign as soon as our solicitor had checked the contract. We kissed and hugged to celebrate, quickly leading to oral sex, followed by full intercourse. We flip-fucked until we could no longer hold it in, and tossed each other off. We dressed, with cum smeared over our bodies. At 10.30 we had rehearsals with the MC and other artists. Our dancers wore tiny, bulging shorts and sequined crop-tops. The program was changed several times before the MC was happy, then it was showers and lunch.
The North Sea was quite rough, so we stayed in our cabin, hoping it would calm down before the evening's performance.
We opened the show in our schoolboy outfits, with lots of sing-a-long songs to get the audience going and make it easier or the following artists. The show closed in our tropical sailors uniforms, which showed off our bulges, feigning sex with the dancers.
The following morning we went along to the communal toilets and showers (we don't like making the cabin smell). We were soaping and stroking each other when a couple of the dancers came in. It took them two seconds to join us. We kissed and made out, feeling their beautiful, lithe bodies, and nearly having sex there, but decided our cabin would be safer. Once there, our towels came off and we resumed kissing and petting, rubbing our hard dicks together. They went down on us, licking our genitals, making precum dribble out, then turned around and leant over the bed. John and I held their cheeks apart and rimmed them, before fucking them in unison and reaching round to toss them. We swapped and went faster, making them groan, then swapped back and banged them hard, making them explode over the floor. We pulled out and put ribbons of cum over their backs. They licked us clean and used their towels to clean themselves.
The morning would find us in wonderful Copenhagen. With the sun out, we went ashore to explore the ancient city, trying not to look too camp. The city is renowned for its gay nightlife, but unfortunately, we had to be back onboard for 6.00.
