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“On the boat...,” said Lou.

“My dude!” Alex exclaimed, initiating a fist pound reluctantly accepted by his friend.

After placing his clothing inside his rucksack, the check-in process continued as normal, though Lou barely engaged with Alex’s wisecracks, quips and jest. Despite the contrary, he felt everyone’s eyes on him as one of the few people clothed. To be singled-out worked well at desecrating his typical aplomb. Only worsened when Alex and Lou approached a nude representative: a young freckled woman, most likely in her mid-20s, with generous endowments. Most remarkable for her bust, hips and thighs. She wore a bright smile, almost vampish but as desirable as her curved figure.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” greeted Alex, his voice huskier than normal.

She winked.

“Morning men. Welcome to Conner Cruise Line. Would you please provide your IDs and boarding documents?”

The men exchanged glances. Conner Cruise Line? Lou shook his head in disbelief, passing their documents for the young woman to review. As she did, she gave a thumbs up. However, while Alex passed through the small barrier next to her, she placed her hand on Lou’s ample torso.

“Not so fast, big guy,” she started with another wink, “you’re about to enter a mandated nude area. I’m not allowed to let you on until you strip your clothing.”

She provided Lou a moderate-sized container.

“You may place them here.”

“Great...”

He thought he would be further onto the ship before disrobing, but rules are rules. He adjusted his pants in front, pushing the prosthetic against his nub. Undeniably helped by the young woman’s large spry bosoms, giving him a bit more length for his “manhood” to latch on.

“You’re cute,” spoke the cutesy voice, her slender fingers meandering along Lou’s arms. “But on this ship, you got to keep those eyes above the neck...though for you, I can suspend those rules at night.”

Lou’s nub jerked, clinching inside the prosthetic. At least he had no worries in this moment. Like Alex, although much slower, Lou discarded his attire. His crisp polo shirt. His white cotton golf shorts. His low-rise sneakers. And, with considerable trepidation, his long boxer briefs. As his undergarments foundered down his burly thighs and forelegs, Lou noticed the heightened expression of the young woman. Her mouth dry. Her speech cracked and shaky breaths. And her smile replaced with a gape.

His confidence returned.

He cupped the woman’s chin, closing her open jaws.

“Thought eyes were above the neck?” he questioned, his habitual smirk on full display.

The flushing woman nodded, watching Lou collect his belongings. Her gaze never leaving his well-built traps right down to his perfect, luscious buttocks. He swaggered towards his best friend before they marched on. In the brief distance, others heeded his lengthy, swinging appendage. Shock, admiration or envy encompassing their vanward pronouncements.

“Damn, don’t some guys have it all.”

“Wonder if they could spare some length for us growers over here.”

“Talk about big dick energy.”

Lou pounded his friend’s fist through newfound avidity, fully engaging in banter as their audience feasted their eyes on the large dicked men. He felt over the moon. Not caring his bush was a bit uncultivated with the purpose of bolstering a natural appearance for the false cock. Or bothering to adjust the prosthetic over his steel-like nub, supremely emboldened by excitement. Excitement at the recognition. The beautiful women lusting after him. And the risk. The risk that at any moment...

No, he could not think such things!

He had to embrace the interest he received. Attention unlike anything he encountered from just his looks. They likened him to a pinnacle of manhood.

No, the pinnacle of manhood.

And he loved it.

After some time walking the ship, the duo crossed paths with Tristian and Debbie. Curiously, while Tristian was nevertheless as naked as the day he was born, Debbie wore her attire from before.

“Why are you still dressed?” questioned Lou.

An irked semblance seethed her, though it metamorphosed into jaw scratching disbelief once he got her attention. Tristian too could not keep his eyes away, recoiling from Lou and eliciting Alex’s hysterics.

“Don’t worry TC, it doesn’t bite.”

Tristian rolled his eyes.

Alex laughed again, causing Debbie to grunt.

“You heard him, Debbie. It doesn’t bite. Yet.”

“Please practice some decorum. Etiquette, Lou.”

“Which brings me back to before. Why are you still clothed? Isn’t this a nudity mandated area?”

“Who told you this?” questioned Tristian.

Alex pointed at the young woman; her attention quickly diverted from Lou’s ass. Tristian exhaled heavily, looking at Lou, before drawing back his gaze, much to his former bully’s gratification.

“This is an optional nude location. There are mandated areas on the boat, but this is not one of them.”

“Then I suggest you inform your employee to not lie to guests. What she did could account for sexual harassment.”

“Lou...,” began Debbie. The jock wagged his fingers. His smirk less playful.

“What if I was insecure? Ashamed of my body, only to be **** out my comfort zone because some perve wanted to play voyeur. Wouldn’t be contributory for your company’s goals. Would it, TC?”

Tristian’s smile was succinct.

“Yes. Yes...I’ll talk to her.”

The billionaire approached his employee, leaving behind the two men with Debbie.

“If you ever get bored, Debbie,” Lou gripped his package, causing the young woman to catch her breath, “you know where to find me.”

Alex and Lou laughed, leaving her stumbling for an apt retort.

The next couple days continued practically indistinguishable. Whether or not an area was nudity mandated or optional, the men exhibited their bodies all the same. They enjoyed the excitement arising out of awed stupefaction. Did not matter if they were young or old. Man or woman. Even attractive or plain. They thrived in their invested interests. Though while Alex only throve from the desirable bolstering, Lou found his hubristic equanimity in a quandary.

Women only approached him for sex. They only wanted an experience via the piece between his legs.

Yet he rejected them.

Pushed them away.

Unwilling. No. Incapable of exposing his lengthy ruse. He took this into consideration after Day Five. Lou made effort after effort avoiding any area on the ship which required him naked, encumbering his attempts at rubbing shoulders with Debbie. In the beginning, he felt incontrovertible when nude proximate her, able to lay eyes on her straight, slender body. A tour de **** if ever there was one. Proportional from her perky, modest breasts to her tender apple buttocks and curved legs. She would lose focus around Tristian to admire his manhood and form. Conversing with him without truculent harshness often ubiquitous in their dialogues. But as trepidation impeded his efforts, Tristian wrested her attraction once more. Whether small or average, what TC owned was his flesh and blood. Not 80% silicone and 20% plastic.

He could not compete with that.

“What’s going on man?! Too busy fucking other girls, you lost track of your main one?”

Alex, cladded in a loose pair of pink boxer shorts, interlaced his hands in his curly, long brown hair. He scantly looked at Lou, his attention in his best friend’s general direction while he laid on his stateroom bed.

“Yeah man,” lied the jock, rubbing at the back of his stiff neck, “Debbie might not be the one. Her body doesn’t do it for me.”

Alex shrugged, not accepting his buddy’s answer. He jumped from the bed amidst disparate clangours from his phone. He checked, nodding to Lou before making his way out of his cabin.

“The bitch from lunch is ready for me. You have a good night, bro. Just telling you, if you don’t make a move, TC will. If he hasn’t already.”

Right as the door clicked closed, Lou dragged his feet to his bed, bunging his massive body onto the soft mattress before emitting a fuming growl. He looked up at his blinded windows, taking sight of the outside through the middling gaps. Beyond the nightly interior space of the ship, as the guests enjoyed the activities below, he could recognise the various staterooms on the different decks. Nude men and women enjoying the scenery or hanging out on their balconies. Relaxing in their rooms. Or doing the deed like his best friend was heading to do now. His tiny cock hardened, his gaze unwavering from the open balcony window putting on view a woman and two men in a threesome.

Lou laid on his right side, leaning forward a bit to remove his only piece of clothing: a small, designer blue briefs pair, along with his prosthetic. Which left his soaked semi with an audible plop. He craved the onanistic play denied to him since the start of this week. With his index finger and thumb, Lou stroked himself at a slow pace, breathing stiffly as he observed the woman careening to and fro on her hands and knees. A large man held onto her waist firm, lifting one of her legs as he slid under her and into her obscured sex. The other guy, much smaller and thin, caressed her face and hair before rolling his head back. Her tongue encircling the thick helmet of his prick. Lou’s boyhood became iron; his chest heavy as he hastened his strokes.

Alex was right.

They had a day left before the cruise was over.

By now, Tristian had to have taken Debbie. Fucked her senseless with his black cock.

He stroked in shorter order relative to before.

A cock much larger and satisfying than his pitiful, meagre excuse for manhood. And there was nothing he could do about it.

“Where is your penis, Lou?!”

Alex?!

He then heard Debbie cry aloud. The jock jumped up, twirling about before falling onto the ground at the righthand border of the bed.

“W-What are you doing here?!”

The naked Alex and Tristian convulsed with amusement, the latter recording his voyeuristic act on his smartphone. Alex picked up the fallen prosthetic, crimped on the other side of the bed and beneath his briefs. Unable, or unwilling, to hide the growing mirth along his lips. He gave the item several look overs, giving a knowing expression to the shuffling Lou before throwing it over to the naked Debbie. She immediately tossed the toy to the ground, her grimace bolstering Alex’s and Tristian’s entertainment.

“Living up to the Smallwood name, aren’t you Little Sausage?” said Tristian.

“Damn little bud! You’re telling me you’ve been lying all this time. Shit, how big were you in high school?” added Alex.

Debbie walked away, refusing to glance at the increasingly humiliated jock, but Tristian stopped her with his hand at her waist.

“There’s no way that needle dick can do anything but sow stitches. Can’t believe we took pity after listening to your sob story”

Alex shrugged. “Bro. This shit is sad. No bitch could feel that.”

“Shut the fuck up, Alex!” Lou whined, his bravado all gone. “I know how to screw!”

Alex laughed, shaking his head.

“Aww dude, I’m beginning to think you’ve been lying about your sexcapades. No bullshit, LS. Are you still a virgin?”

Lou flushed, his broad chest giving way to shame. Which proved enough for the two men countered him, laughing so harshly that the threesome across the boat stopped their play to look into his room. Lou’s eyes widened, standing at once from his sweat dampened sheets. He noticed a third fellow staring back at him, his thumb and fingers yanking and jerking the minuscule piece of meat between his thick thighs. Moaning aloud as his body burned, radiant against his golden-tan skin. Unveiling identical electric clear blue orbs only seen on one man.

Himself.

Lou turned back, **** at a kneeling Debbie grabbing hold of Alex’s and Tristian’s erected cocks, similar in their considerable lengths and thickness. Both reckoning of men. Tristian directed his mobile downwards, forcing Lou’s attention there as well. Heat amalgamated from his core at the brazen stance his full inch took. Standing proud and thin.

“So pathetic, Lou. It all makes sense now,” chuntered Debbie, stroking their twitching members, “going through life knowing every man, no matter their size, will always be bigger where it counts.”

Alex and Tristian moaned, making Lou’s millimetre twitch uncontrollably.

“Is that where all that arrogance come from, Lou? Knowing you have to compensate for even a smidgeon of respect?”

Lou nodded, seizing hold of his contracting erection. The men laughed.

“C’mon bro, you know you want to do it,” Alex said, gesturing a jerking motion with his fist.

Tristian smirked.

“Let’s start babe, I’m sure micro-jock over there is ready to blow his load.”

Debbie nodded, taking Alex’s girthy cock into her lips. Kissing and licking along his rigid shaft as Tristian’s palms kneaded down her waist. His large black shaft entered her pussy and drove through her opulent moans. Her folds dripping with titillation. Lou gasped, watching his best friend and former victim pleasure the woman he desired. The woman he lusted for.

“Debbie...” Lou rasped, crawling on the mattress towards her. Only to grunt aloud, his arms and legs all of a sudden weak.

“Fuck man, you called it. Bro, you’re a premie too?!”

Though not strong enough to answer, Lou’s response been made clear. More moans escaped him, the pleasurable tension firing through his body. They grabbed his gripping fingers, shocked his jolting toes, and contracted his clenching ass.

“Fuck...please...no,” cried Lou aloud, his humiliation substituted with euphoria.

His hardened inch jerked upwards, spaffing copious spunk into the air. Their savage laughter augmented contraction after contraction. Pulse after pulse. Lou’s body quavered with might and main as he coated not only Debbie, but Alex and Tristian with his viscid, milky seed. Neither of the three demonstrating abhorrence or distress. Only uproar at his absurdity. His mortifying farce. Lou swayed, nausea washing over him. His vision teetered and amounted to spawning blackened spots with each of their comments.

“Such a pussy.”

“A baby in more ways than one.”

“Pathetic Smallwood.”

Then darkness...

In that moment, Lou jolted upwards, covering his eyes at the dawn light saturating his room. He looked to his left, sighing in relief that his door remained locked.

“All a dream,” he said to himself before shuddering at the remarkable moistness at his crotch.

He pulled back his sheets, his prosthetic falling onto the floor, to inspect the damage: sticky, soddened bedding and briefs of an eerily familiar sweet and salty odour. Lou sat there quietly, his attention elsewhere while he stared blankly at the wall.

He.

A man in his thirties.

Had a wet dream.

Just like a juvenile teenaged boy.

“Pathetic Smallwood.”

Lou maintained comparable disposition throughout the morning, ignoring everyone who attempted even a simple greeting. He ate his breakfast in isolated solace, his focus on his plate comprising bacon strips, two waffles, hash browns and various fruits. For his last day, he hoped to avoid the women hankering after him. So, he could return to normal life sooner. As he pivoted his fork for another filling bite, a hand placed an invitation on the table beside him. Lou looked up, his face tightening at the sight of a dressed Tristian Conner.

“Sorry to startle you, Lou,” said Tristian, clearly conscripted into affability. “I’m formally inviting you to our get together on the top deck. It’s a small party for our last night on the ship.”

“Thanks, but why am I really being invited. Because I’m sure guests received their invitations prior to today.”

Tristian gave a strained smile.

“Appropriate. Debbie wanted to see you.”

Lou perked up; his expression serious.

“Is that right? Are we talking about the same Debbie?”

Tristian chuckled. A genuine one before he nodded.

“Take it or leave it, Smallwood. I’m just the messenger.”

And with that, the man left Lou on his lonesome once again, Alex’s words running through his head.

If you don’t make a move, TC will...

Lou stood, tossing the rest of his meal into a rubbish bin near the table he sat.

He will make a move. Tonight.