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A Royal Christmas Cruise (Stonewall Investigations Miami 2.50)

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This meant that I could stick a landing, but only when that landing wasn’t concealed by a flimsy blue curtain. I snatched for it, hearing a loud tear as the fabric fell with me. I rolled up in the thing like a blue burrito, cushioning my fall and potentially sparing me from a broken rib or two.

“Whoa!” The security officer who had searched me somehow managed to get wrapped up in my mess. I looked up, feeling my cheeks heat as I tried to swim out of the tangled-up cloth, only realizing once I was free that I was also near naked. I stood there, the entire line watching me with dropped jaws, wearing only my goddamn banana briefs. Nothing simple and elegant and worthy of an impromptu underwear modeling session. Instead, it was a bold and graphic print that drew everyone’s attention.

I locked eyes with the handsome stranger and almost self-combusted. I wasn’t exactly shy of my body and didn’t mind showing it off now and then, but the stranger’s gaze did something to me. Turned me into a meek little kid, standing there exposed, as if on stage and under a spotlight. Literally a worst-nightmare kind of situation.

And then the stranger smiled. His lips tilted into a smirk, his eyes still covered by the hat. It was a smile that pushed away my shame. Replaced it with something else, something fiery and sudden and potent. A smile that made the entire rest of the gawking crowd disappear, as if they were all part of an elaborate magic trick.

The meek child disappeared, too, taken over by a powerful need that stemmed deep in my gut.

“Here, let’s, uh, head to the bathroom.” The officer, whose cheeks were as red as mine felt, walked over to me and handed me my shorts, which I quickly tugged on before grabbing my shirt and socks and heading to the bathroom, my head held high even though my back felt like flames were licking up my spine. I could almost pinpoint where on my body the stranger’s eyes had landed, and where they were pinned to now.

In the bathroom, I finished getting dressed. The fluorescent light lit up my face as I looked in the mirror, shaking my head with a smile, wondering what the hell this Christmas cruise had in store for me.

3 Nicholas Silva

Over the many years of growing up and having an assortment of eyes trained on you at all times, I had developed a keen sense of knowing when someone was looking at me. Sometimes it came in handy and helped me avoid unwanted snaps of me from leaking; other times it kept me feeling like a paranoid mess that couldn’t just relax in the moment. I understood that I stuck out from the crowd, regardless of what country I was in. I stood at a tall six foot four inches, and I had a presence that could turn heads whenever I walked into a room, so it wasn’t like having eyes on me was a rare occasion.

As I stood in line waiting to board the cruise ship, I had felt many different eyes graze over me. I scoped out the crowd and didn’t find many that I’d want to chat with, except for the one guy who had been quite bold in his staring. I noticed it when the girls called me out for thinking I was a celebrity, which did get me slightly nervous, but I knew that judging by their age alone they most likely had no idea who Spain’s prime minister was, much less who was in their royal family.

I let my thoughts drift, focusing in on the handsome man and his bold stare, wondering if this cruise would be the perfect opportunity to stretch my closeted wings and experience what I’d been wanting to for years now.

The way my dick twitched at the thought only confirmed it for me.

A muffled shout drew my attention. The half-naked and perfect-bodied man held it.

It was him. The man who had been throwing looks at me. He stood there after breaking free from his blue prison, looking stunned in the same way I felt.

Except, unlike him, I was stunned because of how fucking perfect this man was. He was no longer concealed by the line of people ahead of me (or his clothes, for that matter), and the way he stood really didn’t leave much to the imagination, especially since his briefs were extremely well fitting.

I’d never been with another guy before, but that didn’t stop me from drooling over this one. He was everything I would jerk off to in secret, the guys I’d click on and watch as they played with themselves and one another. He had a chest I wanted to grab and bite, and a tight stomach that showed a six-pack I wanted to run my hands over, with a hint of a treasure trail that looked perfect for tracing with my tongue.


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