I wanted it. He pulled down my trousers and revealed my boner - 7 inches and pulsing, ready. He got straight to work on it with his mouth. James sucke... the head and swirled his tongue around it while playing with my balls and massaged my ass crack at the same time. I couldn't help myself, it was heaven! I groaned loud as I ran my fingers through his smooth hair and pushed his mouth down on my cock. He took every inch.He deep throated me for at least five minutes before wanking me off and making. I hoped she’d recognize good advice when she heard it. That was the fact that Steve was and always had been a jerk.“Look,” I said. “I don’t want to fight. I’m sorry your heart got broken. Trust me, though. When word gets out, there will be a line of guys trying to get you to go out with them. I know. Some of them talk to me about you.”“They do?” That had gotten her attention off of both Steve and me.“Yeah. Most of it is locker room chatter though.”“What do you mean? Do you mean like President. He tried it on my on every cruise. My refusal took the form of laughter and a hug. When he would press his chest against my tits, Carol would laugh and slap him on the ass. I've never minded being hit on by older men.Two days after my meeting with Carlos, the Magnificent Lollypop was 'at sea', meaning no port docking that day. It also meant that the dress code was as close as the ship ever comes to a 'formal' night, country club casual. John and Carol had been invited to our table, but John. Who wouldn't based upon her attire. She was wearing a sheer white blouse, one with chest pockets right over her breasts. She needed those pockets, as it was very obvious from her erect nipples that she wasn't wearing a bra. A black satin skirt hung from her waist, the short hemline not even coming close to covering her as I would like, especially in front of other men, and when one of then got a chance to spin her along, the hem of her circle skirt flew straight out, revealing a total absence.