A Fucktabulous Cruise
A little something I did with Myron a while back in the old days... being before my life did a few triple back flips. I hope it's still okay for me to post this =P This is a grown up Jason from the Band Teacher's Dream story, but not at all related to that story line. The story style will be a bit different, thanks to Myron's input and *ahem* help with the yiff scenes.
This story contains scenes of gay sex, gay Australians, and some really fun stuff. So if you don't enjoy such things, do not read any further. Unless you want to. You might like it ;)
I was sitting at the bar on the most fabulous cruise ship I have ever been on, waiting for the bartender to give me my margarita when some flaming dingo came prancing up to the bar. He was about 5 11 and had the brightest orange fur I've ever seen. The guy had a brilliant blue hoop earring on the "gay ear" and he was wearing a tight, mesh-like shirt that showed off his young body so deliciously. The dingo looked me up and down and winked at me.
He looked at the bartender and said "Mate! Can I get a drink? I'm thirstier than a wilting wombat!"
I looked at the goofy grin on his face and rolled my eyes. Back then, I guess I was quite the hottie. My fur was a hot pink and I had the cutest purple stripes. My eyes were to die for. If one was to look into their red depths, they might get sucked in.
The dingo looked at me again and offered to buy me a drink. I was about to decline his offer when I realized just how attractive this young fur was. On a gay cruise ship, a lot of the guys are mediocre, at best. Not this fine young specimen. I wasn't much older than him. His toned body looked to be in its very early twenties and I was only twenty-five.
I said yes to him and his teal eyes glistened. He looked genuinely happy that I had accepted. I giggled and he grinned at me.
"Hey mate. Look, I gotta confess. I have the hots something bad for you. If you were willin', I thought we could maybe hook-up" He had such a hopeful look on his cute little muzzle. Was I seriously considering hooking up with this guy I didn't even know?
Yes, yes I was. "You know what? That sounds great. Tell me, where are you from?" I asked.
"The great Down Under! Where else could you find someone with an accent as amazing as this? I can tell by your accent that you're from England. Pip pip cheerio." He chuckled and I smiled, having heard that joke many times before. "What's your name, tigah?"
"I'm Jason. Jason Windchester. What's yours, my fine young friend?" He appeared to blush deeply when I said "fine". Almost as if he didn't know how sexy he looked.
"Names Alton Dunnard." He checked his watch and said "Look, I gotta run or I'm going to miss out on a show I paid good money for. Whattya say to meeting up at Furizzled later? I hear they play the best music."
I smiled. I had been to Furizzled a few nights before I met Alton and it was pretty great. "Sure. How's 10 o'clock sound?"
"Great!" he said. "Okay. I gotta run. Bye tigah!" Before he left, he leaned over and gave me a small kiss on the cheek. I was left sitting there, a paw on my cheek, bewildered.
I stumbled back to my cabin. My staggered walk could've been mistaken as a drunken saunter, but it was more of me having my head up in the clouds. I was hung up over that hot little dingo. This never, EVER happens to me. It doesn't matter if it's some guy I just met or if I've known him for a long time, I don't fall for anyone. What was it about him? Maybe it was his fur. Then again, it could've been his adorable accent. It was probably the kiss on the cheek. I didn't want to just fuck his brains out; I wanted to hold him at night, every night. I stuck my key into the lock and opened my door. I closed it behind me and flopped down on my bed.
I took a deep breath to calm myself. This was just a cruise meant for a little fun. I promised myself nothing serious. Alton was just a hot dingo and I was just a horny tiger. That's all there was to it.
I flipped over onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I thought of his body and I thought of that scrumptious ass... Then I looked at the clock. I had somehow been lying on my bed for an entire hour, just thinking about him! The 10 o'clock meeting time was swiftly approaching and I hadn't even begun to get ready.
I leapt off the bed and rushed into the bathroom, grabbing my clubbing clothes on the way in.
I stepped into the club about ten minutes before 10. I had learned that some guys would come early and then leave, thinking you'd stood them up. I looked around for Alton's bright orange fur but couldn't see him anywhere. I was starting to become nervous. Someone tapped my shoulder and I spun around and was face to face with the dingo.
"Hey mate!" he shouted over the music. He was wearing a white polo with blue stripes. His jeans looked too tight, just like his polo. I drooled at the thought of what was inside of those jeans. Then he grabbed me and pulled me in for a hug. His cologne smelt fruity and the scent lingered in my nostrils, even after he had pulled away. I was entranced by it. The scent was like a siren call, but I knew I had to break away from it.
"You like to dance?" I asked, though it probably sounded like I was just screaming at him, what with all the noise going on. Alton nodded and I grinned. "Me too! C'mon, I like this song!" I grabbed his paw and pulled him to the dance floor.
The music was that stereotypical techno crap that's played at all the really gay clubs. It makes perfect grinding music, though, which means finding out if the person you are dancing with is a sub or a dom. In my experience, subs are less forceful and tend to grind their asses into your crotch. Doms are right up in your face, battling for dominance. I like to top and bottom, so it usually didn't matter for me.
Alton raised his arms in the air and grinded his ass into me, just like a sub. I gave a victory cheer in my head. I was going to get to have a go at this god's ass!
He was rather good at grinding and every touch would make my cock harden more. Alton could sense this and he made sure to reach behind him and grab my fully engorged erection and give it a tug. It got to the point where I almost came right there. I had to stop his sensual grinding and he looked somewhat disappointed. Some of the other furs in the room had stopped dancing so they could watch the show that was being put on for them.
I mentioned this to Alton and he giggled. "Jason, I am horny as fuck right now. Whatya say we get outta here and go to your place? I'd suggest mine but it's smaller than most rooms. I like to use a lot of space, if ya know what I mean."
"Hells yes. But I think these gentlemen want a little action first. Are you up for that?" I asked him. He grinned and I licked inside his ear.
I grabbed his head and started to kiss him, softly at first, and then it grew into a passionate kiss with lots of tongue and groping. I could hear other furs panting and I smiled, still kissing Alton. My paw found its way inside his pants and I groped his half-hard member. He moaned loudly for the crowd and sensually humped my paw.
Since we were still on the dance floor, I used it to my advantage. Taking my paw out of his pants, I dropped down and slowly rose back up, licking his crotch and rock hard abs.
It was pure chaos in the club. Furs were starting to stop watching us and engage in their own sexual acts. A little grey bunny was giving head to two big wolves while wanking himself. In a corner, I saw what looked like a pearl white horse pounding the ass of a small black cat. I'm pretty sure that this was not allowed in the club, but I was defiantly not complaining.
I had Alton's paw fumbling with the zipper on my pants while his other paw worked on squeezing my tight ass. I growled softly in his ear and worked a paw into the back of his jeans. I blindly searched for his tail hole. When I found my target, I plunged my finger inside and he let out a small yelp, pushing himself against me, increasing the friction on his cock.
The furs that had come here just looking for a fuck buddy were either pairing off and having wild sex or pawing off to one of the many attractions going on inside the club. The bartenders and DJ, who had all looked so terrified when this had begun, were now joining in on the action. They grabbed whatever ass they could or bent over anything and everything. There was not a single flaccid man in the entire room.
It was the biggest orgy I had ever been in and I was so proud to have started it. I was still fingering Alton, hard and fast, and he had gotten my zipper undone and was jerking my tiger cock.
I whispered in his ear "Alton, I know that this is amazingly hot, but can we go back to my room now? I want you all to myself and I don't think that bull over there will let me have that pleasure."
The dingo winked at me. "You got it, mate. Lead me there."
As we left the club, the moans I heard coming from inside made my cock even harder.
I hope you enjoyed this story of mine. I know it's pretty short, but there WILL be a part 2 to this one. Credit goes to Myrontheotter for helping me write this all that time ago.
Comments and helpful criticism are greatly appreciated
~Devinski