Senior Citizen's Eden By Jim Stanley Chapter 50 Glen
Glen had never taken a cruise in his 72 years of living. Friends of his at Carter Court talked incessantly about their tours, the grandeur of them, the food and the sights that left all in wonder and awe. These conversations, in addition to some literature that he'd received on Antarctica finally clinched it. He contacted a t ravel agent and began exploration immediately and ended up with a 22 day cruise beginning in Santiago, Chile and ending in Rio de Janeiro on Carnivale.
Part of his interest in cruising had to do with his insatiable curiosity for the off-beat, imagining himself to be an explorer of old, traversing continents and lands in search of the unknown. He was especially titillated by the sexual aspects of these explorations, wondering, often, how other people of other cultures satisfied their sexual needs. It wasn't long before he began to learn of these cultural variations first hand.
On January 25, he left the cold, snowy weather of Ohio and flew to Santiago, Chile where summer was out in full for over a month. He was to spend several days here exploring this large Chilean metropolis and then taxi to Valparaiso, its port, to board ship for his 3 week adventure. Santiago surprised him. Aside from its tropical and old world beauty, Santiago also manifested an urban decadence that is part and parcel of any large metropolitan area. And his entry into this decadence began immediately upon arrival at his hotel. The bell hop, an elderly man in his late 60's, offered himself to Glen as mentor and guide for the duration of his stay. Glen, to his surprise, was quick to respond. He took his hand and squeezed it hard, a sign that was not lost on Carlos. Carlos embraced Glen, kissing him gently on the cheek, his hand moving downward to Glen's crotch. Glen's cock responded with vigor, standing hard, pulsing to Carlos' gentle massage. In seconds, Glen lay prone on the bed as Carlos' sleight of hands removed his pants and slid them off. Carlos' hot mouth engorged his hard throbbing cock and sucked him deeply. The novelty of this encounter was too much for Glen to bear. He signaled through his moans that his hot load was imminent. It came in hot spurts, engulfing Carlos' mouth with his love juice, the contractions of his prostate continuing long after he had filled Carlos to repletion.
Carlos declined Glen's offer to reciprocate, noting, instead, that he would be in touch with him after work and they could get together later to engage in prolonged loving.
This unexpected encounter sapped Glen's energies for the moment and he welcomed a quick shower and a nap. A couple of hours into his nap, he woke to a tapping at his door. It was Carlos.
"I hope you've rested well. I'm done for the day and the weekend and I want to be your guide and host in our beautiful city. But first, I need to take a shower."
Glen took this opportunity to assay Carlos' body in a leisurely manner. His grey hair was his greatest asset. It was a full head of gray that exploded downward to his chest and stomach, ending at a 6" flaccid uncut cock. Glen imagined it in its erect state, 8 or 9 or 10 inches in length, 5 to 6 inches in girth. He took joy in Carlos' ease with his nudity, walking freely, his cock bouncing in freedom, free from the restrictions of a tight hotel uniform. He joined Carlos in the shower, taking his time soaping his semi erect cock, delving deep into the crevice of his ass, gently massaging a firm prostate through a pliant sphincter that allowed Glen to imagine and feel his own hard cock penetrating Carlos' firm buttocks.
It was now Carlos' turn. His cock pulsing and throbbing with passion, he pulled Glen close to the blossom that was his cockhead, and gently dipped it into Glen's receptive hole. They swayed to and fro in unison, his cock penetrating Glen's asshole with all of its ten inches. Glen, in ecstasy, succumbed to Carlos' manipulation, meeting his thrusts with thrusts of his own.
"Take me on the bed," he whispered in Carlos' ear.
Carlos swept Glen into his arms, moved towards the bed and, kneeling between Glen's raised legs, impaled his cock deep into his hole. It was a slow and deliberate fuck, Carlos' long ten inch cock diving deep, then shallow, then deep again. The rhythm drove Glen's senses into a frenzy. He could not hold back with his moans of delight as Carlos' cock drove deeper and deeper, faster and faster. The frenzy affected Carlos' passion and he was no longer in control. The pace increased until he screamed his release.
"Take it my friend. Take it all. Taaaakkkkeee it!" he screamed as he drove his throbbing, pulsing, steel cock into Glen's hot and receptive hole. His cock still deep in Glen's asshole, Carlos moved them into a fetal position and held tight as his cock continued to drain its milky contents into Glen's passion filled hole which contracted continuously, draining all of the juices from Carlos' cock and balls. They must have dozed. The phone rang, startling both. It was the concierge, reminding Glen of tour that was scheduled for the next day.
"No tours tomorrow with them," Carlos announced. I will be your tour guide for the entire weekend.
The weekend turned out to be just that. Carlos borrowed his brother in laws car and they went in search of everything that was of interest in the mix of modern and old world colonial that was Santiago. One of their first stops was at the race track, a grass track typical of European race tracks. Carlos knew some of the riders and they were able to gain access to the stables and the magnificent horses that rode on that particular day.
Old Colonial Santiago was another stop. They visited one of the palazzos in the old quarter and strolled through the gardens of the estate, taking time for some tender moments of loving, unseen, in an otherwise quiet, secluded garden scented with the pungent aromas of the gardenia and hibiscus that seemed to flower everywhere. Glen was taken by the modernity of the city, huge skyscrapers and modern shops were everywhere. But the highlight of this whirlwind weekend was a day trip into the Andes.
They left early in the morning, and, within a few hours, they were well into the Andes. The lower pampas were an astonishing sight. The peaks, capped with deep snows, were in stark contrast to the golden grasses of the pampas. The day, too, was unusually clear. Santiago sparkled in the summer sun beneath them. They parked the car far off the road and hiked into the grasses for another 30 minutes until they came to an overlook that offered an astonishing view of the valley below.
Carlos came prepared with several blankets that covered the swaying grasses and matted them into a bed of passion. He drew Glen down to him and kissed him full on the mouth, deeply and passionately, at the same time removing their sweat shirts in order to press their breasts to one another and feel the warmth of each of their bodies. It didn't stop there. After removing their shoes, each abetted the other in stripping their pants and underwear until they lay together naked and passionate. Carlos was the aggressor of the moment. His tongue and mouth searched the crevices of Glen's body, pausing to nibble at the nipples of his sensitive breast. Downward he moved, his tongue dipping into the softness of his gray pubic hairs that surrounded a throbbing, dripping cock. He paused momentarily to taste its content, the precum flowing in abundance. They moved into a 69 position, with Glen's head resting on Carlos' inner thigh, enabling him to suckle at Carlos' testicles and cock. His hot puckered asshole became another object of his lovemaking, driving his hot tongue deep into Carlos' receptive asshole. It was Carlos' time to be pleasured, his moans of delight giving way to pleas of penetration, the penetration of Glen's hot cock deep into Carlos' hot asshole. Glen's gentle prodding prompted exchanges of cock, Carlos' hot cock moving into a position to tender his own loving, the thrust of his 9" hot cock deep into Glen. They loved this way for over an hour, never rushing their lovemaking, instead, delaying it for the moment that was forthcoming, the acme of their pleasuring, their mutual orgasms. Glen's moment of truth came first. He rose, kneeling between Carlos' legs which rested on his shoulders and penetrated deep into Carlos, his hard cock thrusting, massaging a now stimulated prostate.
"Give it to me, Glen. Give it to me," he cried as Glen's thrusting reached a climax.
"Take it baby, take it!" Glen screamed, pouring his love juice deep into Carlos' hot ass. He pumped deep and vigorously for several minutes, at the same time massaging Carlos' hot cock for its own apotheosis. That was not long in coming. Carlos moved quickly from under Glen and knelt atop his face, driving his cock deep into Glen's mouth. The load came hard and furiously, filling Glen's mouth to satiety, its overabundance oozing down his chin. Another several minutes passed as Carlos continued to drain his cock into Glen's mouth. They moved into a frontal fetal position and kissed each other deeply, each partaking of the abundance of Carlos' hot cum, an exchange of the love juices each had offered to the other in their agape of love. They lay quietly, dozing in the sun, basking in the warmth of the blankets as it protected them from the gentle but cool wind of the pampas. This was to be their last encounter and they savored the moment for its tenderness and beauty. That evening, they settled into a quiet dinner at a fine restaurant of Carlos' choosing and enjoyed their whirlwind love affair of the weekend with promises to revisit their amour at a later time in Ohio.
The early departure the next morning found Glen in good spirits, anticipating the wonders yet to come on this first voyage into the unknown, around Cape Horn into the Antarctic and beyond.
The bus trip to the boat in Valparaiso, Santiago's port, took a couple of hours. Upon arrival, Glen boarded and settled into his veranda stateroom. It overlooked the dock and he noticed something different about the assemblages of people on the dock. A number of people stood on the fringes as onlookers, apart. He wondered if they were there for other reasons, perhaps hoping for some liaison with embarkees. It was an observation that he filed to his memory cache to note at other points of embarkation along the route.
After an overnight at sea, the boat landed at Puerto Montt, a small port on the edge of the Andean range. Access to the town was by tender and Glen was quick to note if his earlier observation of fringe-crowd-hangers-on were visible. His suspicions gravitated to several individuals, and he decided to check this out after his return from a walk in the town.
It was a typical Saturday in Puerto Montt. The streets and squares were crowded with street vendors selling their wares, mostly fresh produce and fruit from the surrounding countryside. There were also the regular tourist trinket hawkers, but he was mostly interested in the mix of racial types that abounded. He noted that Spanish and mestizo mixes were abundant. Near the tender terminal stood a huge bus terminal, Puerto Montt being a mid point staging point for persons traveling south to points leading to the Tierra del Fuego, the southernmost point of South America. The terminal was crowded with travelers and, having an urge to use the bathroom, he decided to check it out.
Apart from the open bathrooms being a bit messy, an air of sensuality abounded. Men stood at the trough type urinals massaging their cocks, looking for contacts. On one side of the open area were a number of toilets, which where, as far as Glen could tell, being used for sexual contact. Under the door, one could make out four legs in some of the stalls. Glen's eyes met the gaze and smile of an older mestizo standing at the open urinal, massaging his sizable cock and balls. He moved towards him and removed his own cock, partially erect from the excitement of this encounter. With his right hand, he reached over and took hold of the old man's cock, only to feel it grow in size and enormity. He felt the wetness of the man's excitement, the precum that oozed in abundance from his hard, erect cock. The old man motioned to follow him to one of the empty stalls. He closed the door and removed his pants and sat on the toilet seat exposing his, now throbbing and pulsing six inch cock. Glen bent over and took his fat cock deep into his mouth and throat, at the same time noting the gray hairs that lined his stomach, moving upward to his navel and chest where he toyed with his nipples as Glen's hot mouth sucked deeply, alternating between savoring the saltiness of his balls and groin, a testament to the length of time the old man spent at the urinal, searching for fulfillment. It came quickly, too. Several quick thrusts of his hips and a low guttural moan were all the clues that Glen received. The cum poured from his engorged cock into Glen's mouth, the intensity and quantity of which made it difficult for Glen to swallow. But he managed, at the same time, rubbing the old man's balls and stomach to accentuate the flow and excitement of the encounter. The old man was in no hurry. He allowed Glen to savor his hot ejaculate that seemed to pour from his cock as the seconds of his pleasure ticked downward. The old man's breathing slowed to normal and he withdrew his partially rigid cock from Glen's mouth and kissed him deeply, savoring his own juices as well as thanking Glen for the relief he felt.
After the old man left, Glen sat, massaging his hard cock to fulfillment only to be interrupted by another older man who wasted no time taking Glen's rigid cock into his mouth and swallowing his hot cum that came in the instant that his cock entered the old man's mouth. Spent, Glen bowed his thanks to the old man and left, returning to the tender, savoring what had just transpired unexpectedly on his first contact at this port of entry.
Returning to the boat terminal, he surveyed the area for the hangers-on. None were visible although the bathroom at the terminal seemed to be quite busy with non-tourists.
Another two days at sea, and they arrived at another Chilean port, Chacabuco. Chacabuco stood at the far end of an enclosed harbor, surrounded by green mountains, the higher elevations in the distance covered with snow and glaciers. It was an almost idyllic setting. The town, if one could call it a town, was mostly a port of call for unloading the ships wastes which were stored and trucked to landfills or processing plants in the area. Access to the town was also by tender. As the tender approached the dock, little could be seen of the town. At the top of a knoll, stood a modern looking hotel. This was in stark contrast to the clapboard, tin roofed houses that made up the rest of the village. A small park with a gazebo harbored a small grouping of the town's winos who kept to themselves, almost unaware of the few tourists who dared to walk among them.
As before, Glen took note of the gathering of people at dockside. Most were dockhands, caring for the tourists embarking. But at the top of the road, he took note of a colorful figure seated on a park bench near the winos. He was an old man with black pants, unbelted and tied. A striking red serape draped his shoulders and accented the gray hair and dark eyes that were visible beneath the black gaucho hat that lay tilted playfully atop his head. His strong, tanned hands rested gracefully on his knees and pointed to his tanned, wide-squared bare feet encased in open leather strapped sandals as he took in the comings and goings at the dock. As Glen drew closer, he could make out the striations on his brow that told of his exposure to the outdoor sun. A firm jaw and gentle mouth added character and determination to his visage. The white park bench accented a large bulge in his crotch, a fact that Glen would have noted anyway even though the old timer massaged it demurely as Glen neared. A broad smile broadcast his interest in Glen and he took that opportunity to sit next to the old man.
"Do you speak English," Glen queried.
"No, but I understand a little," came the reply. Along with the response, his hand moved to his crotch.
No language was needed now. Glen reached over and massaged the bulge that seemed to grow as he looked and touched. The old man responded haltingly, as if gasping for breath, obviously excited by this new development.
"Follow me."
They walked down a small embankment toward some large ship containers that lined the banks of the bay. In the midst of the containers, they came upon some small crates where the old man paused and turned to Glen, embracing him with his strong arms, kissing him deeply, their tongues entwining. As they kissed, he stepped out of his sandals and, now barefooted, unloosed the tie that held his pants. It dropped loosely to the ground. Stepping out of them, he removed the serape and hat and stood naked before Glen, motioning to Glen to do the same. In seconds, they pressed their hot bodies to each other, their nakedness and exposure to the fresh mountain air adding to the sensuality of the moment. The moment was breathtaking for Glen and he lost little time loving this gentle man whose body cried out for loving. His head and tongue moved from the old man's mouth to his chest and nipples, sucking and tweaking them with his lips and tongue, savoring the sweat and odor of his sexuality. He continued downward, lingering about the slight protrusion of a stomach to his pubic hair and his fat 6 inch cock that swayed and pulsed freely in the Andean air. He lingered longer at his cock and balls and the inner crevices of his groin sucking the pungent sweat that lay between his testicles and inner thigh. Still further did his lovemaking go, moving down the thigh to the calf to his feet. Reversing directions, he arrived once more at his mouth and kissed him sensuously and deeply.
The old man managed two words here. "Fuck me."
With that, he lay upon the serape, his legs elevated awaiting Glen's throbbing and pulsing 8 inch cock.
Taking his time, Glen sank his hot tongue into the old man's receptive asshole, preparing it for his penetration. Alternating between his hot asshole and pulsing cock, Glen drove the old man into a frenzy which he delayed momentarily by rising and kissing Glen deeply.
"Fuck me," he whispered.
Holding both his legs high, Glen inserted his hard, throbbing cock into and past a most receptive sphincter muscle as far as his cock would allow. He kept it there for a long moment, savoring the warmth of his lower intestine, kissing the old man full on the mouth. Then he began the slow dance of love, driving his cock slowly and rhythmically, the rhythm accented by the old man's reciprocal thrust. Each in his own reverie of lust became aware of visitors. Two of the winos from the park took their place in this orgy of lust, one lying with his head abutting the old man's, the other driving his hot cock deep into his lover's hole. The moans of lusting grew louder. Soon, two others of the winos arrived and the ballet of bodies and cocks tripled into an orgiastic crescendo that culminated in Glen's screaming orgasm into the old man's hot, sweaty, dripping asshole. The moans and guttural intonations told it all. Language wasn't necessary. Glen drove deeper and deeper into the old man and filled him with an ocean of cum that seemed not to end, the oozing fluid dripping from his hot hole onto the ground and Glen's bare feet.
It was Glen's turn now. He withdrew and lay upon the serape as the old man sucked the remnant of Glen's cum that enveloped his cock after it emerged from his asshole. He then drove his fat 6 inch cock into Glen and within minutes of penetration felt the hot fluids of his ejaculate rise and surge into Glen's receptive asshole. He fucked and fucked as if there were no end to the ejaculate.
The other four followed suit and in their heightened excitement at this sexual Olympiad, they drove their cocks deep into one another until everyone, Glen and the old man and the other four winos lay spent upon each other's bodies.
There was still time to reflect upon the meaning and beauty of these encounters and Glen and the old man lay on the serape, their bodies pressed together, tasting each other's salinity, the remaining telltale sign of their loving.
It was time to return to the ship. Glen dressed and, accompanied by the old man, walked to the pier and in one last gesture of love, kissed each other tenderly before departing for the ship.
The next three days were at sea, sailing through the historic and magnificently scenic Strait of Magellan. On one of his walks about the ship, Glen noted a sign to the spa and saunas. He inquired about the protocols of using the saunas and found none. All one needed was to get a locker key from the person in charge, along with a towel and step into a new world of enjoyment.
He found this world immediately. In the steam sauna, three elderly and several middle aged men made room for Glen. He sensed upon entry that he had broken up an encounter, and, to alleviate fears, he dropped his suit and stood naked with the others. His guess was correct. Two of the men renewed their play mode, massaging each others cocks as the others looked on. One of the older men sitting on the bench removed the towel from his lap to reveal a hard pulsing cock, which the other older man, standing next to him, bowed down to and took completely into his mouth, resuming what Glen had guessed was an ongoing party. The sucking didn't last long, however. A minute or so into the resumption, the older man groaned his imminent orgasm and, thrusting deep and hard, shot into his lover's receptive mouth. The other's paused to take in his ecstasy. Glen's hand meanwhile moved to the cock and balls of the older man standing next to him. A quick glance at the man's face revealed that Glen had seen the gentleman around the boat or in the dining room with his wife on numerous occasions. The grope was reciprocal and soon they were taking turns sucking each other's hard and throbbing cocks. At this point, the entire sauna was engaged in this highly sensuous escapade, each striving to pleasure the other. The old man signaled to Glen that he was about to come. Glen knelt and sucked deeply to the sounds and moans that dominated the room. A hot load of cum hit the back of Glen's throat, his hands clenching the thighs and pulling him towards him so that no drops of cum would be lost.
This new facet of the trip engaged Glen daily now. When there weren't any shore tours, Glen made this his haven of love and peace.
The next port of call at Punta Arenas was interesting. This city of 100,000 residents is at the tip of the Chilean mainland, overlooking the Straits of Magellan. "A city of this size," he thought, "could certainly bring up some interesting contacts." He found his answer quickly. At their first stop at a museum run by a missionary group, the tour director was a kindly old monk, probably in his late sixties or early seventies. Because of his hearing, Glen stood close to the monk to capture his lecture on the native peoples, animals, and bird life in the region. It was a good introduction to Patagonia and the Tierra del Fuego, subsequent stops on the tour.
At one point in the group lecture, he felt the hand of the old monk brush against his crotch. Almost immediately, Glen's cock stiffened. But how could he be sure? It might have been an accident. Dogged in his determination to find out, he stayed close to the old monk, and, once again, he felt the back of his hand touch his cock. His cock now rigid and throbbing, he was sure that these "accidental" brushes of hand were conscious and intended. The tour was nearing an end and Glen took his position directly behind the old monk, who gestured in his lecture with his right hand and kept the left hand behind. He moved as close to the left hand as he could without being noticed by other members of the tour group, and, with expected predictability, the old monk squeezed Glen's throbbing cock hard. Minutes later, the tour ended with the recommendation that the tour members roam the museum at will and pointed to a gift shop where they might also pick up souvenirs of the visit. Glen took this opportunity to inquire of the old monk the location of the restrooms. He smiled kindly to Glen and whispered, "Follow me."
They left the group to their own means and walked a short distance to a door that opened into a monastic enclosure. "My cell is nearby," whispered the old monk. "You can use the toilet there."
The old monk opened the door and ushered Glen into his cell and locked the door. With no loss of motion, they embraced, the old monk groping for Glen's hard cock and Glen moving his hand under the long habit of monk. He was surprised to feel that the old monk wore no pants, and, more surprisingly, his hand felt the old monk's cock hard and rigid and dripping with pre cum. He wasted no time in moving the old monk toward his bed, and raising his habit to his chest, his mouth searched out the wetness that pervaded his cock and balls and sucked deliriously. Apparently, the old monk, excited by this unusual contact, came quickly, shooting an enormous hot load into Glen's mouth, a testament to a long hiatus between this cum and his last. He sucked long and hard, suctioning every last drop of hot cum from the old monk, at the same time fingering his prostate. Glen sensed that his asshole, hot and moist, was relaxed, three fingers entering his asshole with ease.
"Come to me," moaned the old monk. Glen dropped his pants effortlessly and moved his hard throbbing cock into the old man's mouth, whispering, "Wet it; suck it." With that, he moved the old monk's body to the edge of the bed, and raising his legs so that they lay over his shoulders, drove his hard cock deep into the old monk's asshole. He fucked him slow almost in tune with the low moans of pleasure that emanated from the old monk's throat. Within minutes, he felt the pain-pleasure of his imminent cum welling in his groin and drove deep into the old monk's asshole, his moans alerting the old monk of his coming ecstasy. The old monk met his thrusts with thrusts of his own and cock and asshole drove toward that ultimate pleasure of orgasm. He stifled his ecstasy with muted grunts and groans as his hard throbbing cock poured its contents into the old monk's asshole. The old monk added his own moans to the chorus of pleasure that they both experienced. Spent, Glen moved onto the bed, his cock still penetrating the monk's hot asshole, and lay still in a spoon position until their breathing returned to normal.
The silence was broken by the old monk. "Will you write to me? It gets so lonely here."
"I'll be most happy to."
Rising, the old man washed Glen's tumescent cock gently. After exchanging hugs and kisses and addresses, Glen took his leave sadly. In this fleeting moment of ecstasy, he had really come to love the old monk. As a postscript to this encounter, the old monk and Glen became intimate friends, even though separated by thousands of miles.
The trip through the Strait of Magellan was interesting although Glen could not get the thought of the old monk out of his memory. He felt sad at this loss and wished it could have turned out differently.
Arrival in Ushuaia, Argentina revived Glen a bit for now he was in the Tierra del Fuego, an archipelago of 76,000 square kilometers, surrounded by the South Atlantic Ocean, the Strait of Magellan, and the easternmost part of the Pacific Ocean. Soon he would be rounding Cape Horn, headed for Antarctica. Ushuaia had the distinction of being the southernmost city in the world. Until 1947, it was known as the site of a large penal colony and many of Argentina's most notorious criminals were sent here. In 1950, it became a major naval base which enabled it to maintain a population in excess of 30,000. The ship tour that interested Glen most was a ride on an old penal colony train that went into the mountains surrounding the city. On the tour, he met an old couple from the ship. Glen recognized the husband as his sauna "lover." A wink from the old man acknowledged his awareness of Glen in the sauna, and the conversation moved to ship chit-chat of a friendly nature. The wife was more than pleasant. She was witty and jovial and, at one point, mentioned the boat sauna as a point of interest for her and her husband. Joe, the husband, with a twinkle in his eye, added, "Glen, if you haven't tried the sauna yet, do so. It's a great spot for relaxation." The conversation moved to other things, not before Joe's wife Mary extended an invitation to Glen for cocktails in the Lido bar before dinner. Glen took them up on the invitation before they separated. With several hours left after the tour, Glen decided to explore the waterfront, dotted with sundry bars of a dubious nature. The first one he chose was on the ground floor of a pensione, and, judging from the looks of the bar's denizens, mostly older, they all lived there. It was crowded and he noticed several of his tour group at a table in the corner deep in conversation with one another. He chose a seat at the bar next to a vacant stool that gave evidence of being in use, a shot and beer waiting for its occupant. Glen ordered and sipped his beer. Out of the corner of his eye, he noted an older man emerging from the restroom heading, it seems, for the vacant stool next to him.
The old man sat and in accented English, spoke, "From the ship? How do you like your trip so far. Not much to do here, that's for sure."
"Great trip so far," added Glen. "Your English is good. Are you from these parts?"
"I've been here about ten years now. My home is in Germany, but after the war, I took to the sea and made a life of it. Now I'm retired and enjoy the quiet of the Tierra. Occasionally, I make a trip back home to visit brothers and sisters, but there's nothing there for me anymore."
"Don't you get lonely?
"Sometimes. But there's always the bar and I meet some of the most interesting people in the world."
The conversation continued for more than an hour, the old man regaling Glen with stories of the sea and his life. At one point, Glen excused himself to go to the restroom. The old man followed and, as they stood at the open ended urinal, the old man retrieved his fat tumescent cock, standing back far enough for Glen to get a good view of its enormity. He flicked it continuously up and down, withdrawing the skin from the head to reveal an enormous cockhead. Glen couldn't help but take notice and, with one motion, reached over and felt the old man's semi rigid cock and said, "That's a nice cock you got there."
"You can have it if you come up to my room in the hotel."
"We'll have to hurry. I have only a couple of hours left before I return to the ship."
"That's no problem," added the old German. We'll leave right away. Follow me out the door."
They exited the bar and entered the lobby of the hotel. The old German waved to the clerk as an old friend and they walked down a corridor to his room that stood at the end.
The old man stripped immediately. Glen took in his good physical build that revealed a slight paunch attesting to his age. His cock was even more enormous in his nude state. The gray hair on his head matched the light patch of gray that stood between the nipples on his chest and descended to his cock and balls. The excitement of the moment engorged his cock which now stood hard and rigid, pulsing with excitement. Glen disrobed quickly and embraced the old man frontally, kissing him deeply, as the old man's cock lodged between Glen's legs. As they kissed, the old man pumped his manliness between Glen's thighs, his cockhead teasing Glen's balls.
"I want to feel that big hard cock in my ass. Do you fuck?"
He responded by handing a jar of Vaseline to Glen to lubricate his now hot asshole. "You may need this," he added.
Applying the Vaseline generously, Glen lay on the bed on his back, his legs outstretched and in the air, his asshole poised for pleasure. The old man moved his hot cock gently into the hole, gradually penetrating it, teasingly. His hips moved synchronously and slowly, in and out, never penetrating Glen's ass completely. But as the dance of love continued, the old man's passion accelerated. His hot, throbbing cock now began to drive its fullness deep into Glen's receptive hole, massaging his prostate until the pleasure of the fuck became almost unbearable. He signaled to the old man through his low guttural moans that his pleasure was almost indescribable.
The pace of the fuck increased now, from gentle to violent, the old German's cock driving forcefully into the depths of Glen's hot asshole. It was evident from the low moans of the old man that the moment of ecstasy was imminent. He whispered into Glen's ear, "Mein gott! Nehmen sie. Take it! Take it! The spurts seemed to have no end as the muscle of his cock contracted over and over, his hot cum spilling deep into Glen's ass, some of it running down his cheeks and legs. The old man paused to withdraw and kneel above Glen's mouth and deposit the remaining hot cum in Glen's awaiting mouth. Glen's cock throbbed and pulsed during this sensuous moment. As the old man returned his still throbbing cock to Glen's ass, Glen shot his hot load onto the old German's stomach. As he continued to pump his still rigid cock into Glen, he savored the hot cum on his belly, swipping it with his hand, eating it as if it were honey. They continued to love in this position until the old man's cock went flaccid and slid from Glen's wet asshole, dripping with cum and sweat. The old man knelt before Glen's receptive and dripping asshole and sucked and licked him dry.
"Got to go now," Glen muttered.
"Go and thanks. I'll sleep for awhile now."
Glen dressed and left, getting back to the ship an hour before the "All Aboard" notice went up. He showered and got ready for his cocktail hour with the couple from the penal colony train ride.
Refreshed from the shower, Glen headed for the Lido bar. Joe and Mary were already seated in the forward position overlooking the bow. Joe stood and beckoned Glen to their table. Once seated, a waiter took his order and he relaxed with his drink and his new found friends. The conversation was pleasant. Glen learned that they were both from Cincinnati, a four hour drive from Glen, and all were pleased to learn of their proximity to one another. As with Glen, they were both retired and enjoying their leisure with travel around the world. Glen offered to buy a round. But they declined stating that this was already their second and they would wait for Glen to finish and catch up. Mary, in particular, seemed refreshingly bubbly. Her gray hair accented a gentle face. Glen's eyes moved to the cleavage of her breasts and which he sensuously admired. From her breasts, his eyes moved to her slightly paunched stomach. The second drink had taken its effect on Mary, and from Glen's position, he could view the ample gap between her legs. The drinks had relaxed her and she unconsciously spread her legs, allowing Glen to steal glimpses of her panties in the dimness of the bar. Having already sucked Joe's ample six inch cock in the sauna, he sat tried to imagine him naked, hard and throbbing driving it sensuously into Mary's hot cunt. He relived their moment in the sauna, as Glen and he took turns sucking each others cock. He saw vividly the hair on his stomach and the ample grayness of his pubic hairs as his cock moved in and out of his mouth, cumming with an intensity that surprised Glen. In his reverie, he imagined them both naked, watching them fuck and suck in the quiet of their stateroom.
It was time for dinner and they separated. But not before Joe remarked that they always come up for a night cap at the Lido around ten. Glen agreed to meet them at that time.
The rest of the evening was quiet for Glen, particularly after the rousing fuck by the old German in the hotel at Ushuaia. His asshole still felt the enjoyment of that penetration, and, in a way, he suddenly felt the need to be fucked again. After an hour at the slots, he made his way to the Lido. Joe and Mary were already there, seated at the bar, and they greeted him cordially as if they were old friends. Glen could not but feel the genuineness of their friendship and reciprocated with an intimate embrace of both Mary and Joe. The tenor of their conversation resumed where they had left off earlier. And as the drinks increased in quantity, all gave in to the pleasure of the moment. Mary, in particular, giggled incessantly, paying particular attention to Glen. She was a toucher. She seemed unable to talk except through her hands. In addition, Mary's leg often came in contact with Glen's, a contact he did not resist. In fact, he found himself reciprocating and moving his leg close to Mary. Since Glen sat on the stool between Joe and Mary, he was in a position to engage him as well except that the touch had greater relevancy. At one point, Glen's hand moved to his right and groped Joe's cock as he talked to Mary. Similarly, Joe's hands slipped down Glen's back in a motion of friendship to feel his ass and crotch. The evening continued this way until Mary suggested that she was a little drunk and that she'd better get back to the stateroom. Glen joked that she'd better be careful or Joe would take advantage of her. They all laughed at this, Mary adding, "That won't be hard. You should see what he does to me." Again they laughed and separated.
The next five days were busy from morning to night. After rounding Cape Horn, the ship headed south for its rendezvous with Antarctica and the American research base at Palmer Station. Each day was replete with lectures on the geography and climate of Antarctica as well as sightings of whales, seals and penguins. The icebergs were plentiful and everyone spent much of the day photographing icebergs, large and small. It was a good time for Glen to experience as much of the sauna as he could, and, daily he met Joe in the sauna where they satisfied their immediate needs for sex and passion. At one point in a conversation with Joe in the sauna, he obliquely got around to his sex life with Mary and hinted at her passion and need. It was never direct, but the insinuation was that a threesome might be possible. Glen assumed that whatever intimacies and overtures he might make to Mary would have his approval.
Three days into the 6 day journey through Antarctica, the camaraderie among the tourists increased. More people were talking to one another, probably because there was little else to do. So, too, was the friendship between Joe and Mary. Their daily cocktail hours blossomed. Glen noticed, too, that Mary's attentiveness to him was much more pronounced. Often, Mary's hand would rest on Glen's leg as she made a point or two in a conversation. The touching was freer. There was a great deal of open reciprocity in showing affection and tenderness to one another. When this happened, Glen's cock always stood at full mast. And whenever he stole a feel of Joe's cock, it, too, stood hard and ready for action. The meetings in the bar graduated to afternoon cocktail hours in Joe and Mary's stateroom where things evolved along intimate lines. Five days into the journey, Glen arrived at Joe and Mary's stateroom for drinks. Joe greeted him in his shorts, barefooted and sensuous. The gray hairs on his chest glistened in the dimness of the Antarctic light and accented the bulge of his cock in his shorts. Mary wasn't around.
"Come in, Glen. Mary's still in the shower. Want to look?" he laughed.
At the same time, he shouted to Mary, "Glen's here. Want him to come in and wash your back?"
"Why not!" she resounded.
They all laughed. Joe meanwhile, led Glen toward a mirror which reflected Mary's naked form behind the shower curtain. Glen could make out her nicely shaped body and her ample bosom. At the moment, her hands playfully massaged her cunt, generously rubbing the external and internal facets of her love box with soap. Joe and Glen massaged each other's cocks as they watched her complete her bath and step out of the shower in full view. Glen gasped at the loveliness before him and he imagined Joe and he loving her ample breasts and gray tinted vagina, sucking and fucking her tenderly, tasting each other's cocks as they emerged from her hot cunt as each took turns fucking. He imagined Mary sucking each of their cocks as they sat, together, on the divan, taking their hot cum into her mouth and sharing it with each other with deep kisses, their tongues intertwining passionately.
The scene was too vivid for Glen. He felt his cock dripping copiously as Joe massage it. Near cumming, he paused and held Joe's hand still, fearing lest he have an orgasm right then and there. Joe's cock, too, was wet with anticipation of today's outcome. He allowed Glen to lick it dry but stayed him from further manipulation.
Meanwhile, Mary emerged from the bath covered with a light, luminescent bathrobe that heightened her sexuality rather than diminish it.
Glen gasped at her beauty and managed a weak but guttural, "You look ravishing!"
"How come you didn't come in and wash my back, you naughty boy?"
"There's still time," he responded, moving towards her and hugging her closely, pressing her breasts hard to his chest. His cock, still semi hard, pressed against her stomach.
"What's this," she said, reaching down to feel the near erection that pressed against her. "Are you going to share this with us?"
"I'll drink to that," Glen toasted to break the intensity of the moment as Joe poured martinis that were already made.
Joe and Mary sat together on the divan while Glen faced them from the loveseat in their stateroom. Her hand rested on Joe's crotch, his cock peeking ever so slightly from the corner of his shorts. Mary made no attempt to hide her loveliness as she sat open legged, revealing the darkness that led to her love box. Her ample breasts rested easily beneath her robe, the dark nipples penetrating the thin lace that bordered the fringe of her robe. Joe broke the intermittent silence with a toast.
"Here's to a long and loving friendship. Mary and I want you to be a close and permanent part of our life."
Glen toasted in return, shouting "Here, here" a little awkwardly. And then, more seriously, he remarked, "Yes, indeed, I want that, too. Let nothing stand in the way of our friendship for one another."
After two more drinks, Mary's hand moved down to Joe's cockhead. "Joe's a wonderful husband, Glen," she slurred. "He really knows how to keep a woman happy. Why don't you sit here on the divan with us, Glen."
Glen stood, his cock standing hard and protruding, and moved toward the divan. The bulge wasn't lost on Mary and her hand moved easily to Glen's cock as he sat close to her. At the same time, Joe's hand moved to Mary's breast, signaling Glen to do the same. Her robe slid easily from her shoulders, revealing her loveliness. She gave in to the sensuality of the moment and rested her head on the back of the divan, spreading her legs wide to reveal the tinted gray fur of her vagina. Glen's other hand moved to her cunt, his finger dipping into the secret chamber, revealing the warmth and wetness of her passion. She moaned in pleasure. Joe stood and dropped his shorts, his cock throbbing, rigid, wet with anticipation. Glen too removed his shirt, pants and shoes, standing naked with Joe as Joe stepped on the divan, offering his hardness to the warmth of Mary's mouth. She sucked gently, reveling in the pre cum that poured into her mouth. Glen, meanwhile, knelt between her outstretched legs and massaged the inner folds of her vagina with his hot tongue, driving her into a frenzy of passion, thrusting her hips to meet the penetration of his tongue. Glen tasted her sensuousness, her orgasms beginning in earnest. The fluids of her love box poured from within as Glen sucked and delved deeper and deeper into her vagina. Her moans translated to words, "Take me. Both of you! Take me!"
Joe stepped from the divan and motioned to Glen to take her legs as he took her arms and lifted her onto the bed, naked, writhing, sensual. Joe motioned to Glen to go first. Glen knelt between her raised legs and licked her tenderly before driving his engorged cock deep into her cunt. He held it there for a long moment, savoring the warmth and the contractions of her pelvis. Afterwards, he fucked her passionately. Her moans attested to the continuance of her orgasms and Glen responded with his own moans which signaled an explosion of hot cum that filled her to repletion, much of it oozing from her cunt, down her legs, into her asshole. It was Joe's turn. Glen moved to her mouth, inserting his wet and still hard cock into it for her to savor the juices of his cock and her cunt. Joe began to fuck her wildly, reveling in the wetness that was Glen's, and, in seconds, filled her hot cunt again with an enormous explosion of passion and cum. Mary's orgasms continued long after. Joe's cock continued to throb passionately in her hot and juicy cunt as they lay in intimate conjunction of cock and cunt and cock and mouth. They dozed.
Minutes passed, perhaps a half hour. Mary spoke first, her face covered with Glen's cum, "What a facial that was!" Glen moved toward her and kissed the cum drenched face, licking the remnants of his passion. Mary, too, moved from her position and sought out Joe's and Glen's cocks as they lay together across the bed in total submission to each other's passion. From this time on, their lovemaking knew no bounds. Glen, Joe, and Mary strove to outdo each other in satisfying their hunger for passion and love.
The passage through the Antarctic Archipelago ended and the ship set sail northward into the South Atlantic for the Falkland Islands. Glen looked forward to this stop, particularly since he followed closely the war between Britain and the Argentineans which began with an April 1982 invasion of the island by Argentina. They arrived in Stanley by tender on a bright, cool and windy sunny day. Glen chose a ship tour around the island which took them to the mine fields that were still off limits to the population and to the penguin colony. Returning to Stanley, he still had several hours to waste wandering about the port and town which were essentially one. An hour into his walk he came across a public restroom. Positioning himself in a doorway nearby, he was able to take in the comings and goings. There was some loitering but most seem to go in and linger awhile. He decided to have a look and, to his delight, an orgy was in progress on his entry. Everyone poised a moment to take note of Glen's entry, but continued unabated after deciding he was not a problem. In the ménage of bodies, one man stood out with a large cock. The others took turns sucking. One stood behind the middle aged cocks man and tweaked the nipples of his breasts. An older man, in his seventies stood apart watching the orgy, playing with his semi erect cock. Glen moved towards him. He took his cock in hand and began to masturbate him. His cock grew hard quickly and Glen sensed his excitement. He knelt before him and, taking his 6 inch cock fully, began to suck in earnest. The old man responded to Glen's loving and moved his hips to meet Glen's downward thrust of his mouth. The movement increased, the old man taking Glen's head between his hands, pushing deeply into his hot mouth. His cumming was imminent and sensing that, Glen's hands moved to the old man's balls and caressed them tenderly. A low moan announced his cumming and, driving his hot cock deep into Glen's mouth, he exploded in a torrent of hot gism, none of which escaped Glen's eager mouth and tongue. One of the men, older as well, broke off from the orgy group and moved to Glen with his cock hard and moist. Glen's receptive mouth took him fully and, within seconds, he shot his hot load deep into Glen's throat. Excited by the suddenness of these encounters, Glen pumped his hard cock, seeking fulfillment. The big cocked man who was the focal point of the orgy, motioned for Glen to participate. He whispered to Glen, "If you come, shoot it on my cock. I want to feel your warm cum and masturbate with it."
Glen obliged. Within minutes, he turned his cock towards the man's cock and stroking hard, exploded his hot cum over the man's cock and balls. Obviously excited by Glen's orgasm, he stroked his hard cock faster and, at the moment of cumming, drove it into the mouth of one of the orgiasts, filling him with a mouthful of cum, some of which leaked from his mouth onto his chin.
The others continued to play. Glen, meanwhile, found the sink and washed his cock clean of his cum, zippered up and returned to the tender satiated.
The remainder of the trip, with stops at Buenos Aires, Montevideo, and Rio were filled with lots of shore activity and the sexual variety that Glen experienced heretofore abated. There were daily escapades with Joe and Mary which continued to develop in variety and intensity.
Buenos Aires afforded a slight deviation from the monotony of the moment. The bus tour to the cemetery to visit Eva Peron's grave allowed Glen to survey the posh neighborhood in which the cemetery was situated. Restaurants, shops, bookstores, gift shops were in abundance. He entered one bookstore with the intent of purchasing some postcards. The elderly owner was unusually friendly, Glen thought. He dallied longer than he anticipated, having sensed that something more was coming. His cock jumped when the owner put his hand on Glen's shoulder and in good English asked, "You must be an American. I have a sister who lives in St. Louis."
"I'm from Ohio," Glen responded. "Do you ever get up to visit your sister?"
"Yes, yes. In fact, I visited her last Christmas."
Then, pulling Glen close to him, he added, "But it was so cold there. Here, we associate Christmas with summer."
As he talked, Glen got a better look at the old man. His gray hair and blue eyes were most striking. A slender body and handsome thin hands that punctuated his conversation accented that visage. A touch of gray hair emanated from under his shirt collar and Glen imagined that grayness running down his chest to his stomach to his cock. He took in the sizable bulge in his crotch and longed to explore its contents. This was not lost on the old man.
He resumed his clutch of Glen's arm and moved it towards his crotch which Glen grasped and squeezed tenderly. He searched for the zipper and undid his fly, his hand reaching into the warmth of his legs, grasping a hard 6 inch cock. He knelt before the old man and tasted the salt of the summer heat on his cock and balls.
"Wait till I close the door," he said, moving toward the front of the bookstore, placing a sign in the door that stated, "Temporarily closed. Will return in 1 hour."
"Follow me," he said on return and Glen followed him to the rear of the stacks to a small room with a bed.
Glen took the initiative. He removed the old man's shirt, kissing his breasts and nipples. While suckling, his hands undid the pants and removed them along with his shorts, his mouth continuing to taste each part of the body as it appeared. The old man stepped out of his moccasin shoes barefooted and stood before Glen sensuous and desirable. Once more, Glen knelt before him and unencumbered by clothes, tasted his hard 6 inch throbbing cock, taking it deep into his mouth, his tongue dancing pleasantly on his cockhead. The old man beckoned for Glen to undress as he lay prone on his bed of passion. Naked, now, Glen knelt over the old man's face in a 69 position and drove his throbbing cock into his mouth, at the same time, impaling his mouth on the old man's cock. It was more than the old man could bear. His moans and thrusting gave signal to Glen of the imminence of his cumming, and he sucked him deep to feel the intensity of the orgasmic spurts as the sprayed the back of his throat.
A long "Oooooooooooooohhhhhhh, Dio," complemented the orgasm as Glen kept his pace, sucking deep and lovingly. The hot cum of the old man ignited his own passion and his cock, which until now, bathed the mouth of the old man with the warm sweetness of his precum, released a torrent of hot cum that the old man savored with sounds of "Ummmm," and moans of pleasure. Glen rolled on his side and gestured to the old man to lay still so that he could continue to savor the delicate aromas of his crotch, and balls, and cock. They lay that way for several minutes, neither speaking, both embedded in their own reveries.
Glen spoke first. "I must be going. Our bus is a few doors up the street and it's probably time for me to get back."
He dressed hurriedly but took time to demonstrate his gratitude for this encounter with an embrace and an exchange of addresses for future correspondence and another possible encounter.
The trip back to the ship was bittersweet. He wished that his encounter with the old man wasn't so hurried and that they could savor more of the goodness and love that seemed to prevail. "But perhaps he could make it up at a later time," he mused, dismissing his sadness.
Rio was the point of disembarkation for Glen. For Glen, Joe and Mary, the separation was difficult. But there was the future to look forward to, Cincinnati being only a 4 hour trip from Glen's. Glen caught a taxi at dockside for the airport for a flight to Iguaçu Falls in the interior of Brazil, bordering on three countries, Brazil, Argentina, and Paraguay. The falls was one of the wonders of the world. Upon seeing Iguaçu Falls, Eleanor Roosevelt was heard to say, "Poor Niagara!"
The falls were in a jungle, but his luxury hotel belied this fact with its grandness and convenience. It sat only several hundred feet from the falls. A large swimming pool was central to the hotel along with several indoor and outdoor restaurants. Since Carnevale was in full swing throughout Brazil, the same atmosphere pervaded this remote outpost of luxury. Between visits to the falls, Glen spent much of his time relaxing at the large kidney shaped pool or dining al fresco at the pool side restaurant. On the first night, the restaurant was decorated with balloons and all the guests were invited to celebrate Carnevale with a live Brazilian combo. A Brazilian ranch cookout was the focal point of the smorgasbord dinner with five different meats being grilled simultaneously. The meal was sumptuous as were the drinks. Conviviality ruled and guests representing about fifteen countries partook in the celebration without gusto. At a table to his right sat an elderly Brazilian couple from Sao Paolo. The drinks kept everyone fluid and the old couple danced almost every other dance. He, Raul, also gave much attention to Glen, a fact which was not lost on him. He surveyed the old man as he danced and his slender figure was resplendent and graceful. Glen's eyes focused on the old man's crotch as well, which displayed a generous bulge of cock and balls as his legs moved gracefully and with agility to the tempo of a Brazilian samba or mambo. As the night wore on, the old man's wife began to wither under the drinks and he escorted her to their room. That might have been the end except that the old man returned to sit with Glen. The conversation eventually got around to sex and Glen suggested that they go to his room for a drink. Agreeable and eager, the old man followed Glen to his room.
No introductions were necessary after that. As soon as they entered the room, the old man pulled Glen close and kissed him deeply, exchanging tongues and saliva in a passionate embrace. Their legs interwove and Glen felt the pressure of the old man's hard cock on his leg. Still kissing and embracing, each undressed, albeit clumsily, flinging his clothes on the floor, until each stood naked before the other.
They moved to the bed where Glen took the initiative, sucking the old man's slender 7 inch cock as it throbbed and pulsed before him.
"Ooooohhhh," he sighed, cradling Glen's head to slow the momentum. "Don't hurry, or I will come too soon," he added.
They settled into a sixty nine position in which they could each explore one another's cock and balls and asshole. The old man's tongued Glen's with such intensity and skill that Glen's only recourse was to cry out, "Fuck me!"
The old man complied, lying on his right side beneath Glen's raised legs and, unhurried, tantalized Glen's asshole with the tip of his slender cock, inserting it partially, withdrawing, reinserting, ultimately driving it deep into Glen in a dance of love. His artistry played on all the emotional and sensuous chords of Glen's libido, fucking him and, at the same time, manipulating Glen's cock sensuously. After an hour of loving passed, the pace of the old man's thrust began to increase and Glen sensed a finale. In control, the old man knelt between Glen's legs, raising them over his shoulders and drove his cock deep and deeper, thrusting hard into Glen's hot and receptive asshole. And then it came.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Dio, Dio," he screamed over and over again, as his throbbing cock responding to each spasm of his prostate and cock muscles, filled Glen's hot asshole to repletion with his passionate cum that overflowed onto Glen's legs and balls. He continued to drain his cock and balls into Glen until his passion subsided and his cock grew flaccid.
"Now it is your turn," he whispered. Glen did not have far to go to achieve satisfaction. Standing on the floor beside the bed, he slid the old man's ass to the side and drove his cock in deep. A few strokes were all that were needed. The excitement of Carnivale and sexual tensions of this night's passion were released. "Take it, Raul. Taakkke it!" Afterwards, they slept, the old man unhurried to return to his wife.
The next day, Glen departed for Sao Paolo and a return flight home to Ohio. The question of whether the cruise was worthwhile was answered for Glen. On arriving home, he began planning his next vacation.