7 comments/ 9359 views/ 18 favorites Pizza Boy at the Door Ch. 17 By: JKendallDane The final few days before the cruise was hectic. Too many of the little details that come with even a short, four day trip, had been put off until the last minute. But it all gelled together in time. Kyle had been on only two before; once as a high school graduation present that was four days to the Bahamas; and again when his parents had convinced him to join them and his younger sisters on a week-long family voyage to Puerto Rico. That one happened while he was home on summer break almost two years ago, and he thought it had been really planned as kind of a celebration and reward for being accepted to med school. With those trips under his belt, he knew enough of the ins and outs of cruising, to help Josh prepare. It wasn't just the physical clothing picks; the 'yes or no' answers about phones, cameras, MP3's, and lap tops; and getting him to squirrel extra cash away for tips, a little on-board casino action, and the full day they would have in Key West. It also included the mental side of things too. Between the vivid visuals he created for Josh of giant water slides and pools and hot tubs; the gastric teasing of endless buffet breakfasts, hundred foot long smorgasbord lunches, the five star quality meals in the formal dining rooms; and the calming of any fear of being the only gay couple on what they both were starting to see as almost a honeymoon cruise; he had Josh more than ready. It sure didn't hurt any either, when they curled up on the white leather couch in the living room the night before they set sail, and watched 'Titanic' again. Even with the devastating scene of Jack slipping under the ice cold waves, the pure love and romance of the film makes it a forever favorite for anyone that has ever experienced both emotions. The passion in their spontaneous lovemaking on the floor in front of the television after the credits rolled, would have made Casanova and Don Juan jealous. * * * * * Kyle wormed the large truck into a tight stall at the Port of Mobile with just over three hours of boarding time left before the Carnival Elation was due to depart. It was the medium sized boat the world wide cruise line used for its shorter four and five day trips to Mexico, the Keys, and the Caribbean from its home dock in the Gulf Coast city. Even though it was smaller than the much larger Carnival Conquest Kyle's family had taken from New York City to San Juan, the Elation was just as eloquently appointed and full of resort-like amenities as its big sister ship. They had dropped their biggest luggage with one of the curb-side porters at the departure building, before joining hundreds and hundreds of others in the check-in queue line inside. They managed to finally snake through the rat maze of large ropes attached to chrome posts, that organized everyone and kept moving the embarking passengers slowly but consistently, in just over an hour. That still gave them enough time once on board, to do a quick exploration before joining in the traditional passenger waving to everyone on the docks when the ship would pull away at 1PM. They started with finding their cabin; dragging their already delivered suitcases inside; and taking the time to push the separate twin beds together to create one large one instead. Josh was really fascinated by the giant swans fashioned from white bath towels, that were sitting on each one when they walked into the compact room. Overall, it wasn't too much bigger than the huge bathrooms found in a high dollar per night, Hilton or Sheraton suite. Even so, it was fully appointed with plenty of closet and drawer space; a full bath that was just a hair bigger than being able to shit, shower, and shave all at the same time; and a wall unit that served as a small desk, shelf for the 27" television, and a place for the mini fridge to hide. "It's not like we will be in here very much of the time, anyway," was how Kyle answered the still questioning look at the tight space, when Josh's one upturned brow caught his eye. He finally grabbed Josh's hand and pulled him back into the hallway with, "Come on baby, I want to show you the top decks." They wandered for more than hour looking over Mobile Bay; checking out the center ship recreation area with the large pool, water slide, and the small stage and coliseum style seating that was next to it; found the casino and one of the night clubs on the way to the smaller pool and large hot tub at the rear of the same deck. Inside the ship, they peeked into one of the luxurious dining rooms, and stared down to the stage of the cavernous indoor amphitheater from the nearly three stories up entrance to the nose bleed seats. Josh had let out 'Wow!' and 'How cool!' so many times during their quick self tour, that Kyle gave up counting the expressions after the fourth or fifth one. All he needed to know was, that his lover was impressed and happy and ready for their mini-vacation to begin. * * * * * By the time the sun was lowering itself into the Gulf waters on the western horizon, they had already enjoyed a superb dinner of thick and juicy prime rib, with chocolate laced, cherry cheese cake for dessert. No matter how many times Kyle reassured him, Josh remained in half-disbelief that all the food on board was 100% free. They left the eloquent restaurant and were soon busy losing a few dollars in adjoining slot machines in the casino. As the big ship continued to languidly wander its way easterly towards Key West in the growing darkness; Josh stopped feeding the one-armed bandit he was seated in front of, looked over at Kyle, and suggested they take a casual lap around the top deck and maybe check out the disco he had caught sight of earlier. Once on deck, they drank in the emotions the moon created as they held hands while they walked and talked. Josh melted when Kyle moved in to kiss him softly on his right cheek and stroke his blond hair while they leaned over the rear railing watching the dark waters far below churn behind the boat as it moved along. Their show of love was every bit as natural as the young straight couple doing the same thing a few yards away, and all four smiled at each other in acceptance. * * * * * It was just before midnight when they exited the still half packed lounge two decks down inside the ship. They had proudly taken to the dance floor together a couple of times without even a single strange glance from anyone. They felt so totally special when the DJ asked the straight people in the crowd to empty the flashing, multi-colored, lighted floor for one song he dedicated each night for just the cruise's gay guests to slow dance to. Josh and Kyle were quickly joined center stage, by another attractive young male couple, a set of thirty-somethings, an older pair of distinguished looking gentlemen, and three lesbian couples. Most of the throng of people quietly applauded from the sidelines while the seven twosomes held each other and slowly swayed to the Bee Gee's classic disco ballad: 'How Deep Is Your Love.' Many more than just the fourteen of them on the dance floor were kissing in the big room as the song ended. They both were completely starry-eyed and playfully pawing each other by the time they got back to their small cabin. The intense foreplay and lovemaking that first night, lasted for better than an hour. When their physical lust took over their passion, Kyle's cock was deep inside his blond man and Josh's tool simultaneously went between the lips of his dark haired lover. Kyle had managed to double over and have his mouth on the tip of Josh's cock during the last half dozen hard thrusts of his hips and caused massive mutual explosions. The gentle rolling of the large ship moving through the waves as they kissed and cuddled quietly afterwards only heightened the peacefulness they felt and lulled them slumber easily. * * * * * Kyle decided to once again utilize his patented 'The Best Alarm Clock Ever' and woke up his lover with his lips and tongue the next morning. By the time his expert oral skills to his boyfriend's silky pole while his hand simultaneously romanced his juice makers had gotten Josh's brain to stop fighting the desire to stay asleep a while longer, both of them were totally worked up. Josh's eye lids fluttered one last time and then opened. He grinned; mumbled a quick, "Mornin' babe;" twisted the fingers of one hand into Kyle's thick mane; and used the other to entice his hips to swing around so he could make his own wake up call too. Their mutual fellatio was quicker than normal...but as always...left them both smiling and satisfied. When Josh's ear heard the rumble inside Kyle's tummy as his head rested on it afterwards, he joked at him with, "Guess that only took care of one appetite for you." "Well baby...you know I do love more than one kind of breakfast meat." He squeezed Josh's soft cock and added, "Before this Vienna sausage turns back into a big, fat bratwurst again, let's get up and see what all is on the breakfast buffet. I am kinda hungry." Josh smiled back at him and just said, "Me too." After quick showers and a few minutes of picking out the first clothing choices of the day, they were soon riding one of the elevators up three decks to the one that had the biggest restaurant...and therefore, the largest, first meal of the day, smorgasbords. By the time they had gotten to the end of one of the two, fifty foot long, cafeteria style buffets, they were both juggling multiple and already full plates. Josh balanced his two overloaded ones and stood patiently beside Kyle. He was waiting for the egg chef to add one with the custom-made Denver omelette he was finishing up for Kyle to the other two well heaped dishes in his hands. Better than a half hour later, Josh was only halfway done with emptying the second one of his. He looked across the six top table they were sharing with four other passengers and said, "Now I know why you pushed to wear our board shorts. We are so gonna need to walk and swim a bunch to work off this damn meal." Kyle laughed and replied, "Funny, baby. I was just thinking the same thing to myself. But I bet that it would take more like a couple dozen laps jog around the top deck; fifteen or twenty times of climbing up the hundred steps to the top of the water slide so we can take a ten second ride down it; and an hour over in the work out room too." He paused and tacked on: "Course...by the time we would be done with all that, they would have the even bigger lunch, spread out and ready for us." Josh chuckled and rolled his eyes at the idea of that much effort and exercise and went back to eating. By the time they were picking at the last morsels, Josh leaned over some and whispered to Kyle as he used a fork to move the last link sausage on his plate. He suggestively bumped it tight up against the little pile of hash brown scraps he had formed to look mysteriously like butt cheeks. "Maybe instead of all that exercising...we should just go back to the cabin and play 'hide the salami' until lunch, babe?" Even though he was certain he had only grinned back just as lecherously as Josh did at him; Kyle would have killed for a picture of the looks on both their faces from that line. He had no clue how close to reality that idea would hit though, until they had completed three speed walks around the top deck, three laps of the pool, and then decided to try out the giant water slide. Three was the magic number that day, since it was on the third time in line for the skyscraper-like, pool toy; when they decided to do a tandem run. Kyle had his arms and long legs wrapped tight around his lover and his package jammed to his ass as they rode the shallow currents in the fiberglass half pipe on the numerous twists and turns of its length. But it was probably the way he had lowered his hands and grabbed Josh's box when they took the initial first plunge over the almost vertical five foot drop from it's more than thirty foot height, that got both their cocks started. The groping he kept up; and Josh grinding his ass back in return during the rapid wet ride; had them both fully erect when they splashed into the large pool at the end. It only took a few, quick playful hugs, and some bulge grabs under the water to silently state what they both wanted. The boys were quickly crawling out of the pool, weaving their fingers together, and running for the elevator to get them back to the deck their cabin was on. Their swim suits were off almost before the door shut. Kyle was holding Josh in his arms during afterglow a half hour later and thought to himself: 'Damn good thing we are as young as we are, 'cause this freakin' trip is turning us into a pair of insatiable, walking, talking, erections!' * * * * * Instead of giving in to the temptation of porking out far too much again at the mid-day buffet spread, the guys settled for a much lighter lunch at one of the soup and sandwich snack bars before heading up two decks and for the back of the ship. They could have eaten up there since both the never-closed pizza and salad counter was an option, and so was the burgers, dogs, rings, and fries stand that was open from 11AM til 8PM each day. They had decided to spend the rest of Friday afternoon, split between the vinyl-webbed, chaise lounges surrounding the smaller pool at the rear of the top deck, and in the large, elevated hot tub beside it. Kyle was half reading a new vampire themed paperback he had found in one of the ships stores, when he wasn't talking with Josh or just letting the sun bronze him. 'It just isn't fair,' Josh said to himself when he looked at his lover's already naturally darker, defined pecs and abs. Josh was shirtless also, trying to get at least a tint of light beige to the pasty white his torso turned into over the winter months. 'He has skin that would tan in moonlight, and I have to use SPF-100+ just to keep from looking like a boiled lobster after thirty minutes,' was the thought he had just finished when Kyle spoke. "What are you writing in that damn notebook, baby? Don't tell me you have a term paper due next week and just getting started on it." Josh laughed and shook his head. "Nah babe. It is something my creative writing class got me to start though...by accident." Kyle only shot him a quick, "'Huh?" and then, "Be 'splainin yourself, Lucy," bad Ricky Ricardo impression. Josh chuckled; shook his head like Lucille Ball would have playing the ditzy, carrot-topped wife so well; and then 'splained' with: "It's silly Kyle...but I am trying to start writing a book. Just making a bunch of notes so far." He paused a moment until Kyle gave him the 'Yes...go on...' look. "My professor said I had real talent and said I should make a serious stab at it after he read my ten page novelette assignment." He shrugged his shoulders, and finished up with, "Can't be delivering pizzas when I'm forty, and not sure I want to be managing an office, or a Walmart, or even CEO of Exxon either. Plus, it sounds like a lot more fun to maybe be giving Stephen King or James Patterson some competition on the best seller list." "The little bit of stuff of yours I've read that you did for school, was damn good baby." Kyle accented the critique with a smile and three or four head nods. He wrapped an arm around Josh and suggested, "You could always crank out gay Harlequin's, or write scripts for porn movies so they have actual plot lines and some decent dialog...and be able to stay home and take care of our babies at the same time too." The little exchange had Kyle's mind making plans, but not the ones Josh began thinking. Sometimes their mind meld thing went totally different directions. The big wink after Kyle's last comment made him laugh; but he was suddenly all warm inside, and not from the rays of the sun. 'He just keeps slipping little things like that in on me. Wish I could believe he really is thinking that far down the road about us,' was in his mind when a new deep voice interrupted it. "You are the two young hotties that ripped up the floor to 'Staying Alive' last night, aren't you?" Both Josh and Kyle looked up to see the pair of older gentlemen that had been a part of the gay-couples-only, dance dedication at the disco bar. Josh was nodding his head at the same time Kyle extended his hand to the closest one to him. He beamed when he heard, "Don't know about the 'hotties' part, but yes, that was us. I'm Kyle..." stopping only long enough to point at him before immediately adding, "...and this is my someday-to-be-hubby, Josh." The older guys sat down side-by-side on the next long deck chair, and all four were chatting it up quickly enough, that the thoughts Kyle's statement had created, were quickly filed away in Josh's memory banks. The longer they all talked, it became apparent it had to have been fate in so many ways that the two couples had met. The fact they all lived in Pensacola was just the beginning. Josh and Kyle were not only young, but also in the infancy of a relationship; where Ron and Frank were both in their late sixties and had been together over forty years. Kyle and Josh both had deep spiritual sides to them; but often were at odds with it because of Kyle's Catholic training, and Josh's similarly repressive Southern Baptist upbringing. Ron and Frank were totally at peace with God, and both attended church virtually every Sunday since Frank sang in the choir, and Ron was treasurer of the MCC they belonged to. Josh and Kyle were working towards having careers. Their new friends' careers were behind them and enjoying the golden years. Frank had become a stay-at-home husband...managing their small collection of real estate rentals and other investments...while Ron had a highly successful three decade long business career that included executive positions and a final ten year stint as office manager for a small group of doctors. They also regaled; and educated at the same time; the boys with the stories of the old days and things they had seen change over the years. Those ran the gamut of being dishonorably discharged from the Navy at 22 and 24 when their off-duty relationship was discovered during a witch hunt; how the Stonewall riots actually made the first real dent in the concrete bunker, gays had to hide in; and how vastly different way things were already changed by the end of the twentieth century only a single generation or so later. They proudly showed off the matching gold bands they had slipped on each other's ring fingers when they made their long commitment as legal as they could, when they married in Massachusetts for their fortieth anniversary. By the time Josh and Kyle had also traded a few of their own stories and backgrounds and planned career paths, they needed to split up to go get ready for dinner. Kyle had grimaced a little when Ron suggested maybe getting together again later at the 'Friends of Dorothy' meeting at the quiet wine bar down the hallway from the disco at 10PM. It hadn't been caused by a lack of desire to deepen the new friendship; but rather because he had wanted to surprise Josh that night by taking him to the casual get-together of gay passengers that happened nightly. He knew Josh had seen the meeting listed in the daily events flyer the cruise line provided; but had no clue what it meant, nor asked him about it. After giving him a Reader's Digest style, condensed explanation, when he did ask as Ron and Frank walked away, Josh smiled and agreed with: 'Sounds like fun.' * * * * * Dinner on Friday evening had been previously announced as semi-formal for the dining rooms. The wide variety of clothing of the cruise guests included everything from soccer moms in their 'Sunday best' outfits, and their husbands in slacks, sports coats, and dress shirts with simple ties like the boys had on when they walked into the expansive restaurant; to couples in full tuxedos and Hollywood-premiere-style evening gowns. They waved when they saw Ron and Frank sitting at a water view window table in matching black penguin suits and highlighted with dark pink ruffled shirts and bright red bow ties. The lipstick lesbian couple that had come to the dance floor with them last night and were sharing the table with now, looked stunning in their same basic color of green, but different shades and styles, cocktail dresses. Kyle made Josh chuckle as he whispered, "Bet they get hit on all the time by clueless straight guys." Pizza Boy at the Door Ch. 17 Just as the previous night, their gourmet meals would have made Emeril proud. Josh chose the chicken cordon bleu option, and Kyle went with the lobster and oysters-on-the-half-shell selection. The thick slices of Key West Key Lime Pie teased with multiple lacings of Bailey's Irish Cream on the top and sides they had for dessert, reminded them both the ship would be docking there early in the morning. After an hour of taking in a show at the indoor theater, and twenty minutes or so of leaving money on a blackjack table in the casino, they headed for the 'Friends of Dorothy' meet up at the wine bar. There ended up being nearly two dozen others come and go while they chatted and made more new friends. Josh had nursed one beer and Kyle sipped at a glass of burgundy for a little over an hour, before deciding to call it an early night. It was only an early night until Josh decided back in the cabin that he wanted to make love again and had Kyle in the same mood easily. When they both finally came at the same time, the alarm clock above the television on the small wall unit was showing 12:34. Snuggled together and pillow talking; Josh told Kyle how horny the wine had made him, and Kyle had shared back that the oysters had lived up to their Spanish Fly reputation too. The mind meld engaged and they both made mental notes of the two love drugs for later use someday. They finally gave themselves over to the sandman after 1AM. * * * * * The tug was making its initial nudges to get the Elation berthed and officially in port at Key West shortly after sunrise. Kyle had convinced Josh to just hold and kiss and watch each other take care of their own morning erections quickly. They did that sometimes...just masturbating together...and both found it very stimulating in an earthy sort of way. The rushed morning hand jobs also allowed them to be able get to the upper deck to enjoy the many views of the largest city in the Keys that can only be seen and appreciated from the top of a cruise liner hitting port. It was even more impressive than they realized, when you did it at the break of day. They made a quick but tummy-filling attack on the morning breakfast buffet, correctly assuming the day exploring the city would burn off any extra calories. They began quickly after debarking, by hitting the Mel Fisher museum and enjoying the displays of shipwrecks and some of the bounty the famous treasure hunter had brought back from under the seas. Their shared interest in history led them on to Harry Truman's winter White House, and Robert Frost's cottage, before Kyle had them hike many blocks to the idea he had hatched when Josh told him of his thoughts of becoming a writer the day before. It wasn't the famous and ancient lighthouse and keeper's quarters on Whitehead Street that he had taken Josh to first that he wanted to show him; but rather the big southern mansion a half block up and across the street he guided him towards afterwards. Kyle hoped it would stir the real passion and talent he knew his lover had inside him. They were still on the second floor of the tour of Ernest Hemingway's home when he saw Josh's first long stare at a typewriter he had used. The initial gaze turned into desire, and the lick lip give away the lust for the creativity Kyle wanted to fuel. He swore Josh orgasmed in the bikini briefs he had on under his cargos ten minutes later, when they were standing in the master author's office secluded away on the second floor of the old carriage house out back. Josh had let out a soft moan when he touched the antique machine that 'Papa' may have banged out 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' on. Kyle almost had to argue with him that they couldn't just move in and sleep in the gift shop below, before he managed to get Josh to leave. But before exiting back through the gated front of the property, they showed the required attention of every visitor to the residence to several more of the infamous six-toed Hemingway cats on the way. The herds of them that lived there were many generations of offsprings removed from the original ones...but still roamed the grounds as the unofficial proud owners. Their next stop was to snag a light, late lunch at Sloppy Joe's on Duval Street. Kyle had laughed when Josh asked on the walk down the world famous, tavern-rich street, "Is there any bar in this town that Hemingway DIDN'T drink in?" The question came thanks to the words 'Papa drank here,' or 'Hemingway's favorite hang out,' or 'Ernest got sloshed inside,' or something similar on virtually every entrance door or sign in the entire downtown...if liquor was available inside anyway. They spent another few hours wandering the streets and taking in the architecture of hundred plus year old homes and buildings that had survived uncountable hurricanes and tropical storms, and checking out the various shops and expected tourist trap souvenir places. Josh was impressed when he was able to make his boyfriend fake a big frown and act hurt, when he told him, "No, you already spent too much on me," when Kyle tried to buy him one of the small silver coins found on the wreck of the Atocha at Mel Fisher's small retail store. They dropped back by the infamous Sloppy Joe's long enough to see if the reputation for it getting humorously raucous early in the evening, was true. They stayed long enough to find out it did...and get progressively more so...until they had to run back to the ship to make the 8PM required re-boarding. Cruise ships didn't wait for stragglers, and the Elation was leaving back for the deep Gulf water at 9:00...on the dot! * * * * * They had already decided to skip a late, multiple course meal in the formal dining rooms. They had the munchies when they got to their cabin, but weren't hungry enough to hit the smorgasbord buffets and really enjoy them, before they closed down. Kyle offered a third option of: to go grab some subs or sandwiches, and sides for them while Josh cleaned up from the long day trip if he wanted to. Josh nodded at that one and was already getting naked for the shower, when Kyle's evil side surfaced. He ditched the American Eagle polo he had worn that day, and stealthily grabbed a few items from his lover's open suitcase while Josh was still adjusting the temperature of the water in the bathroom. He darted out the door with, "Be back soon with your order, sir!" It was maybe fifteen minutes later that Josh wrapped the towel he was drying off with, around his waist because of the knock at the door. Kyle was certain Josh had injured himself, stretching his eyes so wide and then laughing so hard, when he opened the door and found him dressed in his pizza attire. He had almost hurt Kyle when he grabbed a double hand full of balls and dick and dragged him into the room, after lewdly being asked: "You want to eat the large pepperoni, or does sausage stuffed crust sound better?" The big grin on his face said both options were available and Josh went crazy by first whipping off the towel around his waist to show off his instant erection. The pizza shop ball cap of his that Kyle was wearing, went one direction; the tee shirt with the same logo was literally ripped from his torso, and went another. The two plates of piled pizza slices Kyle had picked up at the place on the top deck, had already dropped to the floor in the process of being stripped. Josh yanked Kyle's cargo shorts to his ankles, pushed him down on the bed, and pulled his boxer briefs to his knees before he could say a single word. In between his lover's lips all over his body and the making out they rapidly went to, he did succeed in getting his shorts and undies kicked free of his feet so he was as naked as Josh, and pulled him into the bed with him. "So does this mean you aren't all that hungry, baby?" was all Kyle was permitted to say, since Josh continued taking charge like he never had before. Even though Kyle had used the 'pepperoni and sausage' versions of two of the oldest and lamest come-on lines any pizza guy ever heard from a customer, it had Josh ready for action instantly. Kyle may have done a great job of surprising him, but his masquerade as a pizza guy needed some refining. He also decided it was finally time for him to show his lover just how great Josh could really be at making a delivery! * * * * * He certainly recognized the body on top of him. The mouth and tongue and hands and fingers, that seemed to be everywhere at once, were definitely very familiar; but the intensity and power Josh was using was totally new. It was almost as if there was a long-suppressed, control-freak side of his boyfriend suddenly showing itself to him. But Kyle was becoming far more turned on than he was having any concerns though. The blue eyes he looked up into was a distinctive new shade to the normal bedroom blues. Not only did they match the color of Josh's class ring on Kyle's finger, but there was a blazing in them...one that put the word fire in the deep sapphire tint of them. He locked his own hazel peepers on them and gave himself over to the loving attack. Unknown to his lover, Josh had instantly decided when he pushed Kyle down on the bed, and looked over his nearly naked body, that since it was the last night of the cruise it was also finally time to take a shot at relief pitching. Josh began by pinning his taller and much stronger soul mate's wrists above his head...above the large, soft pillow his head was on. He accidentally knocked the cabin steward's bath towel creations-of-the-day; two huge, white penguins; to the floor in the process. Then he continued by swaggering his lips across Kyle's hard defined pecs...just like a cocky but confident, upstart hurler fresh from the farm team struts to the mound for the first time in a big league game. He cupped and rolled Kyle's nuts and glared in his eyes...much the same way a professional thrower does with a hard ball in his palm, and his unwavering squints do to tease his challenge standing at the plate. Josh knew it was perfectly legal to be using his spit the way he was when they swapped it for many minutes, since this playing field was a cushiony mattress, instead of grass and hard packed dust. By the time Josh began running the bases while kissing his way down Kyle's torso towards home plate, his bat was harder; and in his mind, felt like it was bigger; than anything Babe Ruth ever wrapped his paws around. When his lips rounded third, he was determined to give a Cy Young performance, and get his own award named for it. Kyle might be a stud hockey goalie and very adept at trying to stop the puck at the net, but Josh knew he had played enough baseball at family reunions over the years, to be able to smack a grand slam over the fence when he needed to...and that was the game they were playing tonight! "Getting a little into it, aren't you baby," may have come from Kyle's lips as a tease. The words he got back were anything but. "Shut up and get ready to cum better than in any way Joe ever made you empty these balls." The smothering tongue kiss that followed the words was more than just a tease also. He was a little taken back by the way Josh had mentioned his ex from high school, but Kyle didn't have time to speak. He couldn't have anyway, with Josh's lips pasted to his and his tongue cleaning his teeth. When the mouth left his and disappeared south again in an instant, Kyle only had time to bury his hands into the pillow his head was on and grasp it hard. The moan he let out was loud enough to be heard three cabins away when Josh swallowed his throbbing eight inches completely and in one motion. "Oh my FUCKING GAWD, Joshua!" came as the throat muscles started working the head of his cock. Two fingers were quickly in his mouth, busy silencing any more screams or words. The appendages slid back and forth wantonly between his lips like Josh's bone would have been, if they were doing sixty-nine. He assumed...incorrectly he would soon discover...that Josh was going to continue treating him to an oral-induced orgasm via one of his fantastic, all-about-you-first, blow jobs. He extracted his fingers from the pillow and moved them to Josh's hair to keep enjoying and guiding the pleasuring. Kyle had no idea that the next moves had already been calculated by Josh to allow him to go where he was aiming to. He had expected the hands that started pulling at the blond strands of his mop, and only grinned inside and permitted Kyle to try to take control some. But when he spit out the shaft and gulped up the ball sac at the same time, Josh had him immediately to where the first thoughts of begging were already starting to form in Kyle's mind. The longer and more salaciously he suckled his cum makers, had Kyle more and more giving himself over totally to him. It wasn't unusual for him to gnaw on the knot under his nut pouch; and lick, tease, and nibble at Kyle's pucker and finger him; so when Josh's mouthing started going there, Kyle only relaxed for more of it. The big difference this time, was that the attention was so slow and more deliberate, and lasting so long. The way his salad was being tossed compared to nothing Josh had ever done to him before. Kyle knew his mind was shorting out and blocking any thoughts of anything but the incredible gratification he was feeling. His endorphins were flowing into his blood stream like an emergency IV drip push. He sputtered, "Please don't stop, lover," and coupled a long, deep moan, with a hip thrust back onto Josh's probing tongue. That move gave Josh another hint he wanted, and he gently rolled Kyle to his side and increased his chow-down efforts while raising one of Kyle's legs high in the process. He only paused long enough to demand, "Hold that leg for me stud," and went back to tonguing his tail split. When Kyle did as told, Josh used both free hands to spread the hard cheeks as wide as possible. He continued to eat away again until his lover was almost whimpering and quivering like an overjoyed puppy ready to pee on the floor. That was the second big hint he had wanted. He quickly eased a finger inside Kyle, and then moved just as rapidly to snug his thick throbbing erection to the skin between his lover's rumbling balls and his contorting man twat. He was fully behind him and on his side also, when he slipped his other hand to Kyle's pec to twist a nub, and begin licking the back of his neck. When he locked tight on an ear lobe and sucked hard, hint number three came. Kyle shuddered more than just perceptibly, when Josh bit down on the flap of ear flesh. His voice came back long enough to wedge, "Oh gawd yes," in with the moans that were bookends for the outcry. He felt Josh's seeping mushroom being rubbed against the entrance of his now fingerless cave and all he could say was, "MMM. Josh. mmMMmm. Easy baby. mmmMMM" When Kyle's only protest seemed to be more of a passionate request than anything else, Josh assumed he had at least a yellow light and decided to run it before it changed to red. It flickered on that color when he popped his lover's ring for the first time with just his cock head. The soon followed, accepting 'uummMMMmmm,' and gentle hip grind backwards that came with it, said it was nothing but green lights on the boulevard now. Time to tap the accelerator and give this ride a little more fuel. Josh swallowed up Kyle's entire left ear; his tongue exploring it while a wet finger played in the right one. He kissed his neck, chin, nose, cheeks, and eye lids. Josh even sucked on his dark bangs after licking his forehead. He caressed his stomach and pecs from behind for many long minutes. The nursing his lips and teeth gave to Kyle's neck would leave several marks, ones that would be very obvious for several days. But Josh knew in his mind that this wasn't about marking territory. It was about love. The hickeys would just be a reminder when Kyle looked in the mirror. He took all the time in the world, to slip even the first few inches of his thick seven inches of flesh further. Josh knew it may not be the first time his boyfriend had been penetrated this way...but most likely was only the third or fourth time...if even that. Kyle had never stated he was a top only; and Josh never asked. It had been apparent long ago to him, that the only way he could become one with Kyle, as Kyle had with him on New Years eve; would require total tenderness and patience and showing it was true love. It couldn't be the most basic man fuck lust of a horny freshman college boy being satisfied. It had to be much, much more. His invading helmet headed tool was asking him to give up what Kyle considered his most prized and guarded sexual expression. Josh knew it had to be for the right reason. It wasn't ever going to happen for any other. It was nearly ten long minutes later before Josh was fully in him. Kyle turned his head to kiss him full on the lips. He began a barely perceptible, slow hump backwards and whispered, "You have me right where you want me, and I am good now baby. Make love to me and finish making us totally complete as one now." "I so do love you Kyle," was accompanied by a slight pull back and shove forward motion from Josh's crotch. "Like I want to love you back for the rest of my life, Josh?" That question came with a clenching on his lover's shaft by Kyle's interior muscles. "I want to be with you so long, that we share the same cloud in heaven, Kyle." There was a tear sneak from one eye when Josh said that because he meant it so much. Kyle's eyes moistened a little too. Their mind meld was sharing that feeling. Happy tears flowed when; for the first time ever; they both realized it was their very souls behind that strange joint voice they so often heard in their heads. He wiped the back of his hand over Josh's now wet cheek and Kyle's lips moved one more time. "Then love me and kiss me and love me deep and kiss me more and then screw me like the hot lover I know you are, my sweet baby." The rapid moves Kyle's hips began to make in reverse, and the way his mouth kept Josh's busy, was all the dialogue they both needed for the next seven or eight minutes. Thanks to the doggy style mounting and being on their sides, both of them were able to control the motions and increase or decrease thrusts at will while they kissed. It also had the added benefit of Josh being able to nuzzle and bump Kyle's hot button easily. Josh lowered his hand to Kyle's bone and worked it as he took faster jabs. Kyle felt the warning tremble thanks to the sensations of his cock being yanked, his butt stuffed, and Josh's balls smacking against his own nuts with each new thrust. The time Josh had taken to get to this point, had his juice moving to the escape hatch quickly. Kyle's body refused to wait and he hoped Josh was as close too, when he cried out. Josh slammed the magic spot hard one final time and his seed started to drain when he matched the yell. The mind meld was fate come to fruition as the boys both softly moaned, "I love you so much," as simultaneously as their eruptions happened. Almost as quickly as the body tremors subsided, so did the orgasms, even though both spurted and dribbled cum for at least ten more seconds after their hips went still. They kissed and cuddled and shared their love verbally for another five minutes. Josh's cock was fully deflated when Kyle's chute gave up the grip it had on it. Kyle's tool was also soft, even though it was still being held by his soul mate's hand. A big grin was on his face when Josh finally licked his lips and patted his bare tummy. "Now I have an appetite. What's still open upstairs, since you dropped the pizza?" He elbowed Kyle jokingly and added, "Better stick with medicine, babe, because that was a really noob move for a delivery boy!" Kyle grinned back. "Maybe so. But it still got me one helluva tip, didn't it?" Pizza Boy at the Door Ch. 17 * * * * * It was late enough that most of the options for food at that point had closed up. The formal dining rooms were long ago emptied. The giant buffets would be scraps to choose from at best...even if they were still open. Neither of them felt like a cold sub & chips, or hot Reuben and giant pickle; so they decided to take the always open default option, and head to the back of the top deck and hit the pizza place. They added a decent sized garden salad to share to their order for one plate with a slice of each of the six choices of already made pizzas in the display case counter. They would be able to share and sample and for once, not overeat on the gut buster cruise. The guys sat and had their late night mini-meal at a round table near the now guest empty, back pool and hot tub. As Josh's fork speared the last croquette swimming in the final puddle of dressing in the salad bowl, Kyle spoke. "Let's walk some and enjoy the moon and stars and water, baby." Josh used his finger to swipe away a stray red sauce smudge from Kyle's cheek and licked it off before saying simply, "Cool." He let Kyle take his hand and laced his fingers with his boyfriend's as they both stood up. They climbed the baker's dozen or so stairs to the upper level of the top deck, and began a casual stroll from the stern to the bow on the long ship. They paused only for a few minutes at the half way point, to lean over the starboard side railing and watch the sea birds and fish search for food in the water. Both passengers and crew often fed them late in the evening with leftover bread pieces from the buffets according to what Kyle told him. That finally explained to Josh why it seemed at times that the flying and swimming wildlife, was accompanying the ship's path. They stopped one other time, when they ran into Ron and Frank also taking a constitutional, but doing their loop of the boat in the opposite direction. That chatted a few minutes and Kyle and Josh promised to meet them for the Sunday morning sunrise church service, and do breakfast together afterwards. The more they were around the two older guys, the more both of them felt their spiritual sides stir inside. Not because Ron or Frank; either one; 'pushed' religion at them...just how they seemed to live it and be at such peace with God. Quick hugs between all of them and the couples went their own directions again. They had been standing at the bow for only a couple minutes...holding hands and acting as forward lookouts as the Elation sliced its way through the Gulf water, in the dark at full speed...when the weird grin slithered across Kyle's face. Josh knew how 'Titanic' was Kyle's favorite movie and that the facial expression wasn't because he had seen an ice berg. He let their mind meld work again and squeezed Kyle's hand harder as he only said, "Why not? I know you want to, babe." Kyle's grin morphed to a big smile and he pulled Josh up on the railing at the very tip of the point it made at the very front of the ship. He wrapped his arms around him and they both leaned forward as far as they safely could, while replicating the famous 'Jack & Rose, bow-flying' scene from the film. They kissed passionately; but not sloppily or tastelessly in a way that might offend anyone; before finally dropping back down to the deck floor. They had been talking about Josh's plan for the summer while eating earlier, and how he intended to crash on Cody's couch. He had already told his parents he wanted to stay in Pensacola and work at the pizza shop instead of coming back to the farm between spring and fall semesters. Staying at the dorm hadn't been an option, since Ryan was going back home for the summer. Josh wasn't paying the extra cost of it being considered a 'private' room those months. No way! Not for the 'big closet' the cramped room actually was. Surprising; Kyle had offered no other options for Josh to consider...at the time. Kyle mumbled, "This is as good a time as any, I guess, baby." Josh only looked at him with a confused wrinkle of his forehead. Unbeknownst to his lover; Kyle had slipped a post-card-sized piece of yellow, heavy weight paper in his back pocket, before leaving their cabin to eat. He said nothing at all as he retrieved it from his cargo shorts, and pressed it into Josh's hand. Just a big, begging smile came with the oft present gold flecks in the hazel eyes Josh looked back into. He glanced down at the paper now in his hand, and saw it was post-paid and addressed to the post office on one side. Flipping it over, he found a small form printed on it. When he saw the 'Change of Address Request' at the top in thick black letters, he looked at Kyle with an even more confounded expression. Kyle chuckled. "You don't get it baby? Not at all?" "No, I don't Kyle...and I will toss you overboard if you dare utter 'Trust me' right now." He laughed hard at the joking threat, but quickly took Josh's hand in his and went down on his right knee. He couldn't drag out what he was wanting to say. "I want you to stay the summer too, my sweet Joshua...but not at Cody's. After what you showed me tonight in the cabin, it's time to ask. Will you please grant me the honor of moving in with me?" Before Josh's chin bounced back up from the deck, Kyle added: "And become my real husband some day when we can legally, too?" * * * * * The internal joy both of the guys shared when Josh broke into tears and screamed, 'YES AND YES!'...once for each question Kyle had asked, and loud enough to be heard in the steerage cabins in the ship's basement...were still the same feelings inside them when they crawled into bed together. The name on the ship may be the same, but their shared elation was the biggest thing floating in the Gulf of Mexico that night. They talked well past midnight about the future. More of the many little immediate details, than the bigger what ifs and dreams for down the road. Kyle had chuckled; but also well understood; when Josh grumbled, "I just agreed to move in with you and marry you at some point...and my 'rents, and brothers, and grams and gramps don't even know I am gay yet." "So what, baby? You gotta meet my family officially yet, too. You can just take me down to the farm and surprise them with all of it at once." That tongue-in-cheek comment made his boyfriend laugh; and that laughter made Kyle add: "You dad isn't the 'shotgun wedding' type, is he?" Josh roared at that one but came back instantly with, "Well he did say in the past, that if I ever got some girl preggo, I had to do the right thing." He teasingly squeezed Kyle's soft cock. "With this between your legs, you may not be a girl; but I may have done that earlier...unless you are on the pill." Kyle smiled back at Josh's touch and the teasing reminder that he had given himself over completely and let Josh make them fully one. "Yes, that might be a possibility and I would know for certain who the daddy is...even without going on Maury for the results of a paternity test." He curled into Josh and went on. "You know something sweet one? That was only the second time I ever trusted anyone enough to let them go there, but it will be the 'first time' in my mind forever because you made love to me and the right way too. Patiently. Easy. No pain at all." Kyle paused and bit his lip. "And I already forgot the name of the other guy." Josh knew that he meant Joe. It also confirmed to him that the single time Kyle may have succumbed to being on bottom with him, that it had not been a pleasant experience. He didn't ask or need to know any specifics...just that Kyle had been pleased by him was all that mattered. They continued to kiss and cuddle and talk, but even with the normal lover foreplay touches and brushes, neither really wanted to try to equal or top the earlier session. The mind meld had whispered to each of them, 'Let that be it this day.' Kyle snickered to himself at how easily he related things to his favorite movie, when the title of Walter Lord's 1955 classic best selling book about the Titanic, came with the thought of: 'Yeah...this will forever be a night to remember.' A few final flurries of 'I love you so much' and kisses, and they just silently rolled up tight together. They were soon drifting deep into sleep, as the Elation drifted purposely on towards the Mobile, Alabama, port again. * * * * * The sunrise service wasn't much like 'church' at all. At least not the high church 'pomp and circumstance' stuff Kyle was so used to with masses; nor the uber-conservative and totally traditional ones Josh grew up with. More of just a quick celebration of a shared love of the ultimate expression of love-come-to-life Savior, the forty or fifty other passengers joined to praise. Mainly just a few very upbeat songs done together 'a cappella' and Ron repeating from memory in his deep voice to all, the 23rd Psalm. They all held hands as the short service ended with a prayer that included thanks to God for watching over everyone and holding them in safety on the cruise, and a hope that new friendships had been found. Kyle and Josh felt the double hand squeezes from Ron and Frank as they both said 'AMEN' loudly at the end. It was over breakfast that the two older guys actually invited them to their church for the first time since they had met. Both boys agreed quickly. Josh had no clue at all what an MCC was, and Kyle had only passing knowledge of it beyond that the letters stood for Metropolitan Community Church and had a ministry directed mainly at gay people. But they were already looking at their new friends as mentors and wanted to see what the truth was of the faith family they were offering to share. They talked at length while finishing up their meals and coffee, and the boys promised to be at one of the next two or three Sunday services. The phone numbers they all traded, said they wanted reminded if they didn't show up. The foursome only finally broke up, when they realized they were just a couple hours from the cruise ending, and wanted to take the last quick race around the ship. Since Kyle had convinced Josh to wear their board shorts, they did the water slide a couple times once more. Then they wandered the hallways towards the back deck pool and stopped only to smile at the memories of slow dancing together on the now-dark disco floor, and ones from meeting more new people at the wine bar 'Dorothy' gatherings when they walked passed it. They had been reviewing; verbally and in their minds; how much had happened and changed in less than ninety-six hours, and were leaning over the back railing watching the engines churn the sea, when the loud speaker crackled to life. "PORTING IN 90 MINUTES" was repeated twice and they got a little sad. * * * * * "No Joshua! You cannot sign on as a waiter, if I get hired as ship doctor, and us live on here all the time." The huge smile he had on his face, told him Josh was just day dreaming to the max, when he suggested it. "But," he began and took a quick pause after, "But, if you want to, we can take a honeymoon cruise for real one day. I will agree to that right now, baby." Josh's face beamed and he kissed Kyle's nose...then rubbed his against it, Eskimo style. "DEAL!" was all he said as he took Kyle's hand in his and before he begged to see what was on the final humongous dessert table at the main buffet. "I want some more sugar before we get off." The snicker that Kyle let escape didn't tell Josh what he was thinking when he heard the words. 'Oh yeah...just what I could go for now too. A little more sweet stuff from my sugar, and 'get off' one more time before we leave the ship,' was what zinged into his mind. Another half muffled snort went with the next unstated thought. 'Damn! Hard again and didn't even need oysters.' "What you thinkin' about, babe?" Josh was curious about the double noises he had made, and also the wild eyes that were shifting to that strange deep brown they would at times. Kyle only smiled as wide as his face would permit. He took Josh's hand and hurried him towards the calorie laden, stainless steel, refrigerated island in the middle of the biggest restaurant on board. They quickly had a couple of platefuls of samples of everything from pie to cake, and cheesecake stuffed inside flaky crusts to huge brownies topped with French vanilla ice cream; and headed for the privacy of their cabin. The ice cream and brownie combination, became a milkshake lake with a crumbling, chocolate row boat on top. The cheese cake concoction wilted a little as it warmed up to above room temperature also. The thick, white icing on the red velvet cake, slid off into the slices of apple and cherry pie they shared a plate with as the boy's bed romping heated up the room even more over the nearly an hour time period. They had done one more thing on their final love fest of the cruise that had never happened before: Josh mounted Kyle first and enjoyed the top position for a while, and then they switched and Kyle was buried deep in Josh for a long time. They both felt the impending and impossible to stop orgasms, and were trying to ignore the warnings their balls were giving them. It was hopeless, and Kyle was taking the last final thrust to bump Josh's magic button with his cock head; when another, harder jolt, drove them both to a huge mutual ending. It was the tug boat doing the final nudge of the Elation into its berth in Mobile, and smacked the dock just a bit too hard! Kyle must have smacked the dock pretty well also. They both ended the four day cruise in deep, guttural moans and with lots of Josh's juices shooting all over Kyle, while his liquid love was drowning Josh's special bulb. There had been no iceberg, and no necklace was lost; but then again, they and their boat ended up far better than Jack and Rose and 'the ship that God himself couldn't sink' had in the movie, too. The Elation would cruise the seas again, and the boys were ready to move on to the next chapter in their lives...engaged and really together in the same house! Then suddenly Josh thought he was like Jack from the movie...unable to breath and sinking deep in the cold water. 'Oh my gawd! How will my family take this?'