The next morning, we continued up the Norwegian coastline to see the Aurora Borealis (Northern Lights). It was clear, but very cold. The show started earlier, so the passengers could see the natural phenomena.
Of the other acts, the best was a Freddy Mercury tribute. He had an amazing voice and actually resembled the rock icon. Whether he had the same sexuality, we had yet to find out. We were stood on deck, watching the solar light show, when someone slipped their hands around my waist. At first I assumed it was John, and then noticed he was stood beside me. It was Freddy. He kissed the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I put my hands behind him and drew him closer. He whispered that maybe we should go somewhere warmer. John told me to go and enjoy myself, he would catch us up later. Freddy's room had stage costumes hanging up, and costume jewellery on the dressing table. He kissed me, unbuttoning my thick coat, while slipping out of his own. We carried on kissing, embracing, and disrobing down to our underwear, by which time my throbbing dick was out the side of my Nike jockstrap. I felt down and found his manhood straining in his boxers. It felt eye-watering. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Freddy shouted to come in, and John walked in just in time to see his brother get fucked by a monster. I bent over the dressing table, scattering the jewellery. Freddy took a bottle of lube from the table and smeared it liberally on my hole and his and his huge member. John stripped and knelt to guide the penis into me. I bit my lip as the mushoom head pushed against my sphincter. I bit my lip, and tears rolled down my cheeks as it passed through my ring, edging on until he was buried inside me. Freddy told John to get lubed up as well, which he did, also opening himself up with his fingers. Freddy started the onslaught, pumping a dozen strokes into me, then swapping to John. We slowly became used to it, and our erections returned. Freddy's banging became harder. We screamed like girls. He came inside me. Our cum splashed onto the floor.
The next day, the ship sailed into Stockholm. During the afternoon, Freddy popped in to suggest we practice the harmonies for Bohemian Rhapsody. We thought that a great idea, and we trooped off to the stage. Once satisfied, we returned to our cabin, saying we would see him later. I wasn't sure my bum could take another pounding just yet. The show went well, our dancers were more erotic than usual. During one of the intervals, the two dancers we hadn't yet fucked, cosied up to us, kissing us and rubbing our crotches. We had boners when we went back on stage. The show closed with Bohemian Rhapsody, with the audience singing along. Freddy kissed us, and we headed to the showers to get rid of the sweat and make up. Freddy usually left earlier, so it was the first time the dancers had seen his huge dick. Freddy stood under the water, proudly jacking himself. Two of the dancers knelt in front of him and cock worshipped, while we watched to see how it would pan out. We were not disappointed, he gave them the same treatment he'd given us, leaning them against the tiles, he stretched their holes to the max. We knelt under the cascading water, jacking the dancers and swallowing semen. We took the other two to the cabin. In bed, they were very sub and offered their bodies to us. We took our time, fucking them both in different positions for over an hour, before breeding them. They stayed the night. In the morning, they got their own back, fucking us until it hurt.
The day after, we heard back from our solicitor. He was happy with the contract, so we emailed our acceptance. That afternoon, we celebrated with a couple of Bucks Fizzes. We couldn't wait to get home and start our new chapter.
Back in Bournemouth, we held an online meeting with our soon-to-be employers. They wanted us to start in two months. The 8 weeks were a whirlwind of goodbyes, shipping clothes, arranging to rent the flat, and a myriad of other bits and pieces. We were being put up in a hotel, but would eventually have to find our own place.
We landed in Hamilton, to be greeted by the secretary of our immediate boss, who drove us to the hotel. We had a couple of days to sort ourselves out before starting work.
During the morning, it was mainly introductions to the team and other artists. We were the only newbies, and the only ones from the UK. It was all very friendly, our new family. A young Bermudan lad was assigned to us. Joey was only 19, but charming. Dark-skinned, with a round face and smiling brown eyes. The afternoon was spent discussing which artists were going where, and measuring us for stage clothes, although we had already forwarded ours. That evening, Joey offered to show us around the city. Downtown, he held my hand and chatted excitedly as we did a tour of a few gay-friendly bars. Back at the hotel, we took him to our room. John kissed him deeply, while I slid a hand under his shirt and toyed with his nipples. Catching his breath, Joey said that he was a virgin, so please be gentle. We said we had never been with a guy of colour. Our tops came off, his hairless skin glistened with nervous sweat. We led him to bed and slowly undressed him. A thin trail of hair led to a curly bush, with an 8" pole standing erect. I cupped his low-hanging balls and stroked his velvety shaft. He asked if he could undress us. We kissed as his trembling fingers unclipped our trousers. We sat on the bed as he removed our shoes, socks and trousers. Our dicks were straining in our boxers. He eased John's down and licked his crown. Mine came off. He licked me, and a pearl of precum leaked out. I hauled him up and we lay back on the bed, kissing and playing with each other. I couldn't keep my hands off his gorgeous cock, and asked him to fuck me. He flashed a huge smile as I straddled him and lowered myself down until my balls hit his bush. John gave me his dick to suck. I began riding him, with Joey thrusting up to meet me. I jacked myself, but wanted it to last, so I lifted myself off him and we kissed some more. He was lying between us, kissing John. I kissed and licked my way down his spine, then nibbled his butt cheeks. He groaned. John moved up the bed so Joey could suck him. I eased his cheeks apart, and my tongue found his rosebud. With no lube, so I made him as wet as possible, then slipped a finger in. He winced, then relaxed. Slowly, I finger fucked him until he was pushing back. I added another finger. Once I thought he was ready, I carefully replaced my fingers with my cock, then reached around to make sure he was still hard. I allowed him to get used to the sensation, and then made love gently. He sucked and wanked John. I fucked harder, he responded. John spurted into his mouth. I felt my orgasm growing, and I warned him. He squeezes his ring muscles, and I shot my load. I slipped out and turned around. He re-entered me, this time fucking me hard until he released his juices.
We slept together. In the morning, we showered. When he walked back into the room, drying himself and already hard, I couldn't resist, sinking to my knees, stroking his shaft and licking his sack. John sat, watching and wanking. I swirled my tongue around the purple mushoom and swallowed what I could. My finger reached behind him, and I poked his hole. John knelt behind me, and I felt him opening me up. I was lost in the hedonism. Caribbean semen flooded my mouth, my brother's spunk filled my ass. I rolled onto my back, and Joey sucked me to completion. We went to work with smiles on our faces. There were to be many times when Joey's fat, black pole satisfied us, and he definitely took a liking to having a white cock inside him.
