Once again, I awoke first the next morning. Laying in bed, Brian spooned up behind me, I watched the first light of the sun begin to illuminate the horizon through the cabin window as I contemplated my current reality. I, a straight man (until recent events!), had agreed to be the bottom boyfriend of Brian, my Alpha top who had befriended me, seduced me, and made me his bitch. I would have been freaking out, but the pleasure I had experienced with him as he fucked me could not be ignored. I had discovered that I liked getting fucked, and so here I was, naked in my "boyfriend's" bed, his muscular arm wrapped around me, his hairy chest pressed against my back, and his soft dick cradled in the crack of my ass.
Deciding not to worry about what all this meant for the future, I began to wonder how I should behave as Brian's boyfriend. I thought about what I would have wanted if Mandy had married me and we were here together. Then I decided to do what I wished she would have done for me.
Pushing my body back slightly, Brian rolled in his sleep over onto his back. I got up, went to pee, and then came back to the bed. I pulled the sheet down, exposing his muscular and masculine body, his limp basket coming into view. I had always wanted to be woken up with a blowjob, and so I decided to do that for Brian. Since he had made me his bitch, I might as well act like it! Climbing on the bed on my hands and knees, I made my way to his crotch. Leaning down, I sucked his soft dick into my mouth.
"Ummhgn," he moaned in his sleep, his head rolling to the other side. Almost immediately, I could feel his cock beginning to thicken and harden in my mouth. I guess he liked it! I kept going, sucking him, and beginning to bob up and down on his shaft as his cock rose to full hardness. I realized he had woken up when his hand came to rest on my head.
"Damn, baby," he growled, his voice sounding sleepy. "I could get used to waking up like this!" I looked up, my mouth full of dick, and we made eye contact. He was smiling down at me, a look of appreciation on his face. I kept sucking him as he put both hands on my head, moving me up and down on his shaft for about 5 minutes.
Then his arms reached down and grabbed me under my arms, pulling me up. He moved me to a sitting position over his cock, and then he looked up into my eyes.
"Sit on it," he commanded, his voice soft but intense. He was testing me, to see if I really was giving myself to him. Without a second thought, I smiled as I reached back, lined up his spit slick bare cock with my hole, and began descending on it, his cock already feeling familiar in my formerly straight, virgin ass.
"Well, look who seems to like being my bitch!" Brian said, grinning up at me as my ass cheeks settled on his thighs, his big cock balls deep in my ass. "Now ride it. Fuck yourself on my cock," he commanded. ”Give that pussy to your man!“
I moved to obey, rising up, then sliding back down. My ass was sore, and it was painful at first, but very quickly it began to feel great once again. I found that because I was controlling the speed and depth, I opened up faster and relaxed into the fuck. Soon, I was bouncing on his cock like a whore, and the sounds of ecstasy coming from my mouth were equally slutty. I wondered later if our neighbors in nearby cabins could hear my cries as his cock brushed past my prostate over and over again as I rode him. My own cock was rock hard and bouncing, hitting his stomach as I dropped down on him, and slapping my stomach on the upswings. Precum was drooling from my dick head, and being slung all over Brian's chest as I rode him.
"I love how much you're into this," he said, his hands grabbing my hips, lifting me higher as I moved up before slamming my body back down. “I love that you’re giving in to the pleasure! I knew you’d be a fantastic piece of ass!” He was so strong, and I found myself being proud that a man this hot would have picked me! He began thrusting up into me, meeting my ass as I slid down, increasing the speed of our coupling. In fact, he began to effectively just bounce me on his cock, as I no longer had control; he was fucking me from underneath.
"FUCK!" I yelled out as I came, my cock overstimulated. I sprayed both of our chests with my cum as my cock swung wildly around, shooting out my load as I was bounced on his dick.
The intense gripping of my ass on his cock sent Brian over the edge as well, and he thrust up into me hard and held there, his ass off the bed, his feet and legs holding him (and me) up as his cock fired off into my hole. "FUCK!" he also yelled. "Take that load! Yeah, breeding that pussy this morning! Fuck! Making that pussy mine!" I loved hearing him exclaim out his pleasure as he filled my ass, or pussy, as it were.
As we both finished, he lowered his hips, bringing me down with him. I leaned down over him, my lips searching for his for a post-coital kiss. His mouth met mine, his hand slid behind my head, holding me down. After kissing me, he released my mouth but still held me there, his forehead touching mine. I opened my eyes to find his eyes staring intensely into mine, holding my gaze. I suddenly felt closer to this man than anyone else ever in life. I felt like he could see into my soul, and he was sharing his own soul with me. He held me there, his cock deep in my hole and his hand behind my head, his eyes holding mine. Overcome with the intensity of the moment, I shivered, my whole body shaking with emotion.
"What is it? Brian asked as I trembled.
"I'm just feeling the moment, I guess," I answered him.
He smiled at me for a moment, then responded: "Tell what you're thinking right now. Don't think about it, just say what comes to your mind, right now."
"I..." my voice trailed off. I couldn't say it.
"Yes?" he asked quietly. Still he held my gaze, keeping me there, connected to him.
"I, I," I began again, then dove in headfirst, "I've never felt so close to someone before. I feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be right now. Like having you in me makes me complete or something."
"Don't say that if you do not absolutely mean it," he said, his voice taking on a serious note.
"I mean it," I replied simply.
He smiled. "Good," he said after a moment, "because I’m also feeling the same intensity." We just stared into each other's eyes, smiling, nothing between us. The strange thing is, I meant it. I thought I had loved Mandy, but this was something more primal, and had opened a need and desire deep in me that I didn't know was there. I didn’t even know what I was missing until him. Brian had brought out something in me that no one had ever seen. I didn't even know it was there. For that I was becoming grateful, and I really did feel love growing for him in my heart.
Even more than that, I was terribly afraid that I wanted this to last beyond this cruise. I had no idea how I would introduce this information to my friends and family, who only know me as a straight guy who got jilted at the altar. But I also didn't care. I'd worry about that later. Right now, it was just Brian and I in the world. And we were naked together, his still hard cock firmly planted up my ass.
Brian wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me fully down on his body, and then rolled us over. Suddenly, I was on my back, my legs in the air. More incredible, his cock never left my hole! He began to slowly stroke my ass again, building up a fuck rhythm as we began round two for that morning!
"Baby," he growled in my ear as his head came down beside mine, "You made me so happy with how you woke me up. Now I want to make you happy." He began a repeat of the slow fuck from the night before, listening to my moans and repeating strokes that make me squeal and whine with delight. He punched my prostate over and over, until, with a gasp, I realized that I was about to cum AGAIN without even touching my dick! I climaxed, painting our chests with my load as he ground into me and kissed me through it, keeping up his mind-numbingly slow stretch and stroke of my hole.
Brian fucked me like that for an hour, his stamina unbelievable. I had another orgasm near the end of our fuck, which triggered his as well. Once again, he flooded my hole with his nut. Then, and only then, did he slowly pull out and roll over to lay beside me.
We both fell asleep, exhausted from the morning sex. We woke up about an hour later as the boat horn signaled out that we'd arrived at our next destination, Key West. We got up, showered and got ready for the day. It was an interesting experience to share the bathroom with another man who knew me intimately. Brian was playful, grabbing my ass, slapping my ass, smiling at me in the mirror as we brushed hair and teeth and then dressed.
We made our way off the ship onto the dock, and then began walking around the island. Brian held my hand most of the time, pulling me to see things he noticed. Anyone walking around us knew we were now a couple, and I was glad to realize I didn't care. This man cared for me, and that's more than I could say for that bitch Mandy, or even the guys who were my groomsmen.
We ate, walked around, shopped, drank, and had a wonderful time. We got to enjoy the sunset from the island before we made our way back to the ship. As we stood on the pier, watching the last rays of light on the horizon, Brian hugged me to himself, then leaned down and took my mouth in a kiss. As we made out there in public, I began to think about how much my life had changed, even in just the past day. Instead of hiding our “relationship” in his stateroom, we were making out in front of everyone.
Grabbing my hand as we boarded the ship, Brian walked us to a quiet part of the upper deck, away from the crowds. From there, we watched our ship depart from Key West and begin sailing back to Florida. We watched the lights of the island fade away as we sailed off.
”We have a one more day at sea before we arrive home,” Brian said, breaking the comfortable silence as we stood in the dark on the deck.
“Yeah,” I said, unsure if he was just stating fact or going somewhere with his pronouncement.
”I don’t want this to end,” he continued, turning to look at me.
”I know,“ I replied. “It’s been a great trip.”
”I don’t mean the trip,” he answered. “I mean us. I don’t want our relationship to stop at the end of the cruise. I want you.”
”I don’t want it to stop, either,” I replied. “But I don’t know what my life looks like. I’ve got to go back and face the crap from the scrapped wedding, and figure out what happens next. This trip has been amazing, and I’ve been able to forget all of that. But I don’t know what I’m going back to. I don’t know what happens in my life next.”
”Come make a new start with me,” Brian said. “I have a good life, and I want you in it. You could start fresh with me.”
”But what if this is just experimenting, and I get back to the real world and don’t want to be gay?” I asked. “You’re asking me to go public to my family and friends with something that is completely new to me.“
”I’m not asking you to marry me,” he said. “I’m not even really asking you to date me. I’m just saying, let’s see what happens. Come start over with me. We’ll call it friends with benefits until we’re ready to call it something else.”
”Can I say I’ll think about it?” I asked. “This is not what I expected out of this trip!” We both chuckled at that. The difference between the sad and angry jilted lover of four days ago, and the happy bottom bitch of today was quite remarkable!
”I guess I can accept that answer,” Brian said. Then, with a gleam in his eye, he continued: “Just know that I‘m going to keep fucking that pussy so good until I convince you with my cock that we should be together. I’m coming for you hard!”
“That’s what she said,” I replied sarcastically. We shared an easy laugh. Brian made me feel at ease. But was that only for this cruise, or would we have that same kind of relationship in real life? I didn’t know the answer to that, but he had certainly given me much to consider.
Brian led us back to our cabin, and true to his word, he worked hard to convince me to fully submit to him, using his cock as the primary argument. And he made excellent points! He fucked me all over that cabin, in every position imaginable, until I was a panting, sweating, shaking mess of a gay bottom, thoroughly fucked out. When we finally fell asleep, I don’t think I moved from the position I collapsed in.
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