Hank and Jim have an 'in-depth' conversation

Old friends and new agreed to meet back together for lunch around one-thirty in the afternoon.

Kathryn, Veevee, and Sally stayed in the Walkers' cabin for some "girl talk" on the stateroom's little balcony. Bryan and Peter headed for the amusement center with Sandy.

Jim Walker and Hank Menard took off to walk round the deck together, carrying their swimsuits. They had a good couple of rounds of the upper deck, catching up, chuckling quietly about last night, and watching the ladies. Especially the joggers on the track.

They got in some swimming before the younger crowd thronged in and filled the pool. The steam room was the same story -- a little while for Jim and Hank to enjoy it quietly, then a bunch of older fellows crowded in talking golf, tennis, yachting, and Scotch.

Hank and Jim shrugged their shoulders and headed out to the locker room. After urinating, they turned to show each other their cocks. Jim's was quickly firming up, and Hank's responded by swelling. They looked up and smiled at each other.

"How bout my room?" Hank asked.

"Yes," Jim said.

"Flip for it?" Hank asked.

"No, you take tops," Jim said. "Been too long."

"Works for me," Hank said.

The two men went down to Hank and Veevee's cabin. They pulled the covers off the bed and laid down a bath towel across the bottom sheet. Hank set out lubricant.

"You want a condom?" Jim asked.

"No, we've got time to clean up," Hank said. "Shake?" he said, offering his hand.

Jim stepped forward with his hand out. He reached down and gripped Hank's big uncut penis. Hank gripped Jim's slim circumcised penis. "That feels good," he said.

"Yeah," Hank said. He gave Jim's cock an extra squeeze. "Siddown, Jim, let's get started."

Jim sat on the side of the bed and Hank kneeled in front of him on the carpet. Hank pumped a few drops of lubricant from the bottle and stroked his hand up and down Jim's penis from blond pubic hair to bare head. Hank squeezed Jim's balls gently with his fingertips. "Yeah, too long," Hank said. He leaned forward and sucked the head of Jim's cock into his mouth.

"Ahhh," Jim sighed.

For several minutes there were only wet sounds and breathing.

"Okay," said Jim. He put a hand on Hank's shoulder. "Let's get it in there," he said.

Jim got onto the bed on all fours. Hank snapped the tip off a small tube of lubricant and squeezed a long bead down his cock shaft and round the head. He squirted a bit on Jim's anus. Hank spread it round and round with the ball-shaped tip, then added more. He inserted the slippery tip and squeezed the rest inside.

Hank kneeled behind his friend Jim. He stroked it to spread the lube as he aimed it at Jim's ass. "Ready to give it a go, Jim?" he asked.

"Give it a try, Hank," Jim replied.

Hank pulled back his foreskin and steadied his aim. "Okay, gonna give it a little push," he said. Hank rocked his hips forward and pressed his broad cock head to Jim's rear opening. Today Jim's ass opened at the first push, and Hank's cock head popped inside.

Jim grunted. "Unh! Yeah, wow, there you go," he said.

"Well, you're relaxed," Hank said. He paused to let Jim adjust, feeling the heat of Jim's ass on his cock head.

"Heh," Jim said. "Vacation. I love cruises. And banging Sal and Veevee all last night while we knew the kids were going at each other really knocked the kinks out."

"I've got to admire your recovery, Jim," Hank said. "I wish I could get back in action as quick as you."

"You've got me beat on endurance, Hank," Jim said. "Sally misses you if we can't get together for a while. She always says, 'Hank fucks me long enough for me to get off twice and sometimes more.'"

Hank laughed. "Tie her down and eat her out till she's come a couple times?" he suggested. Hank pushed forward a tiny bit. "How's it feel?" he asked Jim.

"Big," Jim said. "Go deeper."

Hank laughed and complied.

"It feels good. You want to get moving?" Jim said.

"Let me check something," he said. "How's that rod?" Hank grasped Jim's penis and squeezed. "Hard as fucking iron, you bastard." He laughed. "You never have trouble keeping hard when you take it."

Jim laughed. "So wear a cock ring. But hey, you don't have to play catcher for me if you don't like it, Hank."

"I couldn't do that to you, Jim," Hank said. "Besides, I like it when you fuck me, even if I don't get off. It feels good. You're long but not too thick. And, you know, it's different taking it from a friend. Better. But most important, my wife loves to see me on your stick."

"I aim to please," Jim said.

Hank squeezed Jim's buttocks. "You've got good aim," he said from behind Jim.

"Ah. Heh," Jim said. "God bless Veevee. She got us all together. How do you keep that wild girl under control, Hank?"

"I let her do what she likes, Jim. I just let her do what she likes. Everything works better that way." Hank started up a rhythm, fucking Jim's ass in longer strokes.

"Ah yeah, there you go," Jim sighed. "Fuck, I missed you."

"Yeah. Feels good," Hank said. "Vee loves to see you on my dick, too. She'll be sorry to hear she missed this for 'girl talk'."

"Girl talk? Your wife is fucking a pretty young coed while her boyfriend plays air hockey," Jim said. "Oh yeah, like that."

"Yeah, she probably is," Hank said. "Vee already got her fingers in Kate's pie. M'sure Sally is doing her share. You think the boys are really are playing air hockey with Sandy?"

Jim said. "Swimming. Talking sex. Whatever. Ah. Yeah, keep going, Hank."

"Ah, feels good, Jim," Hank said.

"Faster," Jim said. He pushed back at Hank.

"Yeah," Hank said, picking up his pace. "I'm getting there. Close?"

"Gonna do it," Jim said.

"I got you this time," Hank said. He reached down and around and grabbed his friend's cock. He stroked his hand quickly up and down over the head.

"Fuck!" Jim cried out. His cock swelled and pulsed in Hank's hand. "Shoot!" His ass clamped down on Hank's cock. "Fuck, aaah!!"

"Yeah, Jim, yeah, yeah, yeah!" Hank called. "Ah! Yeah!"

The two men moved against each other, grinding their bodies close together as they came. Jim's dick spurted across the towel on the bed. Hank blasted off deep in Jim's ass.

Hank and Jim disengaged and lay down on their backs on the towel. All was quiet for a while as their breathing slowed and sweat cooled on their skin.

"Guess we better hit the shower before lunch," Hank said. He saw Jim's cock stirring and swelling again. "Shoot, look at Mr. Jimmy."

"Hey, it's only Day Two," Jim said. "Yeah, let's get cleaned up."