"FUN ON VENTURA
I didn't go a bundle on Ventura - no all round prom deck, and what there was was too narrow with sun chairs in use, plus the design of the top open decks involved going up or down steps to different levels. I like to walk (note the letter 'L' !!) to keep my knees working, so I visited the gym several times to use one of the treadmills . And what follows a workout (for me a brisk walk constitutes a "workout") - but a very enlightening visit to the sauna and steamroom - separate male and female facilities on Ventura.
I wore swimming boxer trunks for my exercise and kept them on when I went into the sauna for the first time. (Apart from the obvious sexual connotation, I don't like saunas, I prefer the humidity of a steamroom, although I'll use the sauna if there isn't a steamroom. However, since saunas and sex seem to be inseparable, and I was a newbie on the ship, I thought I'd have a few minutes in there first just to get an idea of the possibilities.) There were only two guys in there, middle-aged, one a bit fatter than the other and very much hairier, the other more my size, lounging separately on the lower benches, towels covering their hips. I sat on the adjoining bench and as we passed the time of day in small talk, the slimmer guy flexed one of his legs beneath the towel and I could see his balls and his not-quite slack cock between his thighs. Bit of a shock - made me twitch! I realised I was the only one wearing trunks, so after asking them if it was usual to be naked, which they both confirmed, I stood up and took off my trunks, turning around as I did so to display my assets, and laid back on the bench, with my towel across my groin, one knee bent. Not long afterwards, the heavier guy stood up to leave - I could hardly see his cock and balls because of his forest of pubic hair, never seen so much on a man or a woman. I'd have been picking hairs out of my teeth for days if I sucked him off!
The other guy and I just laid there opposite each other, each with one leg cocked on the bench, speaking occasionally, both aware that the towels had shifted and everything was on show but carefully not saying anything about it, but of course keeping an eye open for developments beneath the towels! Even though I hadn't touched my cock at this stage, I could feel it thickening at the thrill of knowing he was watching me, and then I saw him slip his hand beneath his towel,move his cock aside and start to scratch his balls, at the same time looking directly at me. I slipped my hand down and slowly pulled my foreskin back to tighten and harden and show off my cock head to him even though my cock was only half erect. We both got the message, and he slid over to sit alongside me - we were both then sitting on the opposite side to the door hinge so that anyone opening the door wouldn't immediately see us.
I slipped my hand down under his towel (luckily it was my best wanking hand!)
and could feel his cock resting against his balls. He was already sweating all over from the sauna heat, but his groin was really hot, wet and slippery. Instead of taking hold of his cock immediately, I slid the the palm of my hand along its silky slippery length, as it continued to stiffen, pressed it down against his balls, and ran my fingers around his scrotum, probing down into the depths of the creases of his thighs down each side, making him really squirm as I tickled with my fingertips as close to his mancunt as I could reach. Because we were sitting, getting contact with his mancunt was impossible at that angle, even though he lifted his thigh to make it easier, but there was no doubt he enjoyed me doing it. Then, lifting his cock, i started to gently squeeze and very slowly wank my hand back and forth, anxious not to make him come too soon.
Meanwhile, his hand had found its way beneath my towel and I gasped with pleasure as I felt his fingers close round my shaft, and he left them there for a few seconds, pressing it gently as both he and I felt my cock grow fully hard. I too was wringing with slippery sweat by this time. so much so that by moving my hips a little I was able to slide my cock back and forth between his fingers without my foreskin actually moving until he tightened his grip and started to wank me properly. It was a strange feeling, but still pleasurable, moving my cock along the slippery tunnel of his fingers, but it was better when he tightened his grip and I got the best of both worlds - slipperiness and friction at the same time. I luxuriated in being wanked by someone who obviously knew how to do it, but I knew I could not last for long.
All this seemed to be in slowmotion, although really it would only be a minute or two from when we made meaningful eye contact, and no word was spoken until he said "Wank me with your hand over the end of my prick so I can cum in your hand". So put my hand over the, by now, hard bulbous head of his cock, its hole on the middle of my palm, held the shaft of his cock between my fingers and began to wank him to his climax. Within about four wanks, I felt his cock head begin to throb and press against my palm. spurting jets of spunk into my hand until there was no more to come, his face was contorted as he gave a prolonged groan of pleasure.
Then he did exactly the same to me - put his hand over the end of my cock wanked me a couple of times with his fingers, I started to cum straight away and I shot every drop of spunk I had within me into his hand,as I experienced one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. I felt as if my cock was exploding and as if the top of my head was lifting!
We rested for few seconds, he kept his hand on the end of my cock, so I kept mine on his, wondering what was coming next. With his free hand, he lifted my hand from his cock, saying, "I want you to rub this all over my face", so that's what I did, trying not spill too much by cupping my hand. Then he brought his own hand up from my cock and rubbed my spunk all over his face too. There was a look of absolute bliss on his face as he massaged the spunk into his skin, smelling and then licking both his wanking hand and mine, so as not to waste a drop.
I wondered about his reasons for doing this, but then he said "We've been lucky no-one's come in, we'd better go for a shower now". As we dried off, he explained that he loved the smell and feel of spunk on his face, and that if we could find somewhere private next time, he would suck me off until the point of cumming, and he would then wank my cock so that my spunk spurted over his face. He had a fantasy that one day he would be the subject of a bukkake party where he would suck and wank a number of men, who would then finish themselves off all together, spurting gallons of spunk on his face!
Sounds like I need to look for these rooms next time I’m on a cruise
With that, we parted company, agreeing to meet again in a couple of days, but this time in the steamroom. It wasn't until we left that I realised we didn't even know each other's name, let alone whether he was with his wife or what ourcabin numbers were. "