A friend treated me to a cruise to get away from it all. I was a bit reluctant to go because I don't like just doing nothing. I'm sure there would be activities on a cruise ship but they would be lame. However, I was a little curious about the situation. I've never been on a cruise before so at least having a new experience would be exciting. Thoughts of the "Love Boat" appeared in my head. I much prefer the original than the remake. Oh well. The ship itself looked magnificent. Though I'm not an architect, I can still appreciate the beauty in constructs. I marvel at skyscrapers but any major work I'll find fascinating. The ship fit the bill. Anyway, I was determined to enjoy the cruise. There was no specific destination. We would just be out in the Caribbean for a week. We purposely took the cruise in January. This meant something because January in New York is cold. On the ship it was in the 80's. My mind knew it was winter yet my body felt summer. I got a rush from it. I gave doing nothing a try. I went to the pool area and relaxed in a beach chair. At first I closed my eyes to rest but all I got was restless. I thought about going into the pool but I don't know how to swim and in truth, it really doesn't appeal to me. I decided to just watch other people. In actuality, I guy-watched. There certainly were a number of hunks walking about. A few were just wearing bathing suits. It was delicious. Their chiseled chests flexed a bit as they walked. I marveled their legs. Naturally I noticed their crotches. Most contours were smooth but here and there were a few bulges. No one walked close enough to me for me to see any specific shape but that didn't matter. From behind their suits clasped tightly to their butt cheeks. Many of the guys were with their girlfriends or wives. I did get a little jealous. It's a tantalizing tease that's part heart-breaking and part delightful. It never fails to get me horny. The fact that nothing can come from this eventually brings me discomfort. After a half-hour I was a bit annoyed and just had to leave the pool area. I happened to walk by a notice on a wall which for some reason caught my eye. As I read it closely I knew what it was. A guest lecturer would be appearing at the gym conducting a class on weight-lifting and general health tips. What caught my eye was that the lecturer would be Greg Kovacs. To see him in person would be a wonderful treat. I made sure I would attend. I arrived at the gym just as the class was about to begin. Greg Kovacs was standing in front of everyone giving his spiel. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts but they did little to cover his muscles. His huge arms and legs were bare and the front of his shirt molded onto his chest. You could even see his nipples stretching out his shirt. His shorts were rather loose on him. They fit nicely but there was no specific shape or bulge in front. During his lecture he demonstrated some exercises. Watching him perform was a great show. It came time for the class to get to the weights. I did have some interest in it. I decided to use the machines as opposed to the barbells. On one machine I laid on my back with my feet planted on the floor. My hands grabbed hold of bars which I had to slowly lift. I did a few lifts but then stopped when Kovacs came into my view. He said he just wanted to see how I was doing. He watched me lift the weights for a few minutes. He made sure I breathed correctly. He then moved on to someone else. I quickly felt the same as I did when I left the pool. I always put myself into this. I like to look but not being able to touch can be agonizing. Not to feel too self-conscious, I waited until a few other people left before I did. I didn't get back to my room until two hours later. I changed to get ready for dinner. There was a knock on my door. A crewman handed me a large envelope and left. All it said on the cover was "room 242". My room was 224. Obviously a mistake was made. I might as well deliver it before dinner. I went to 242 and knocked on the door. "Come on in," I heard. The door was opened so I entered. I heard the shower running. "I have an envelope for you. It was delivered to my room by mistake." The shower stopped. "Hold on a sec," the guy said. A few seconds later the bathroom door opened. I was stunned. It was Greg Kovacs! He was wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist. My eyes were drawn to his massive chest glistening with water droplets. One droplet slowly slid down his chest along the contour of his left pectoral muscle onto his tight stomach and eventually absorbed by the towel around his waist. The towel ended to just above his knees. The hairs on his calves were slick from the water. He walked over to me, took the envelope, and opened it. "Thanks, I was expecting this. I wonder why it was delivered to you." "Your room his 242; mine is 224." "Still, those numbers are easy to differentiate. Maybe the delivery person is dyslexic. Anyway, thanks for bringing it over." "No problem." I turned to leave. "Hey, weren't you in my class earlier today?" "Yeah, I was there. It helped." "I remember you. You weren't breathing correctly. You have to give a rhythm to your breathing to match your reps." Greg closed the cabin door. "Put your arms in front of you." I did so and he grabbed my fore-arms. "Now, slowly bend your elbows and breathe as I showed you." I did so. I was excited about what was happening but also bewildered. I maintained composure, trying not to show any emotion. I stared directly into his eyes. He smiled and nodded his head. I soon felt something around my ankles. I looked down. Greg's towel had fallen. My heart began pounding as I saw Greg standing naked before me. A bit nervous, I didn't say anything. I quickly looked up to stare back into eyes. He didn't flinch. "You're losing your rhythm. You need to relax. Perhaps this will help." Greg quickly grabbed me and pressed his lips onto mine. He held me tight as he kissed me. My hands rested on his back, unable to touch each other due to his bulk. I was in shock and bit unsure. I allowed myself to enjoy the moment, the feel of his soft lips upon mine. He held me in his arms for several minutes. He then lifted me off the floor and carried me to the bed. He laid me down on my back with himself on top of me. He then got up to kneel over me, his legs straddling my waist. He stretched out his arms and held his head back. His humongous pecs thrusted forward; his stomach tightened up. His gorged dick jutted straight out under a light fuzz of pubic hair. His balls hung loosely beneath. Tantalized no more, I sat up and licked his torso. I started at the middle of his chest and worked my way around his nipples and then down to his stomach. I reach my hands around him and grabbed his ass. His large buns were soft but firm. I squeezed them hard, cupping them in my palms. Greg lowered his arms. I sucked on his left nipple as he did so to feel his muscles relax in my mouth. He reach behind me, grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and pulled it off. He gently pushed me back to lie down on the bed. He twisted around to take off my shoes and socks and then the rest of my clothes. He turned me over onto my stomach. His hands caressed my neck and shoulders. He gently squeezed and dug his fingers into me. He did this all over my back, giving me an incredible massage. The next thing I knew I felt something wet on my back. It was his tongue. He gently flicked his tongue all over, giving me a tongue bath. He started at my neck and moved side to side along my shoulders. He moved his tongue in circular motions as he went down my back. He continued farther down until he was firmly licking my butt cheeks. As he did so he returned to massaging me. While his fingers pressed into my back, his tongue pressed into my crack. After probing me for some minutes, he laid beside me, put the blanket over us, and cuddled me. I turned to face him. He leaned over to kiss me again. He then stopped to just stare into my eyes. "Aren't you going to say anything?" he asked. All I could think of was "Wow!". He laughed. "I knew this is what you wanted. Only two types of people go to my classes, those who are truly interested in working out and those who just want to see me. For women, I can tell by their eyes. Those interested in their health always look to my face, paying attention. Those interested in me wander their eyes as they look me over. For men, those interested in working out already have the body for it, not necessarily as big as I am but it's obvious they lift weights. Those just interested in me, don't. Since you were the only guy there who fit in the latter category, no offense, you were easy to pick out. As the last person to come in, it was easy to find your name on the sign-in sheet. From there I learned of your cabin number. Noticing the similarity between our room numbers, I had the envelope sent to your room with my room number on it, figuring you would be nice enough to return it to its rightful owner. All I had to do was wait for you to arrive." I was stunned. "Wow." "As for why I'm doing this, I simply enjoy fulfilling fantasies." Greg leaned over and sucked on my neck. I rubbed my hands all along his chest. I leaned over to lick his massive arms. He pulled me on top of him as he laid on his back. I used his chest as a pillow as he gently stroked me. I turned my head to suck on his nipples, first his right then his left. "You like that, don't you. Mm, you like my chest, so big and pumped." He took my hand and placed it on his ball-sac. I squeezed. "Yeah, there you go. You got me by the balls," he smirked. "You have me good. Come on, take me. Yeah." I used my other hand to rub his dick. "Mm! Oh yeah, now you have my manhood. I'm your man." His dick grew larger and harder in my grip. "You got me going, now. I'll do anything you want me to do. You're the boss." I didn't know if he meant it or was just talking dirty. I didn't say anything. "Come on, tell me what you want. I bet I know." Greg got up from under me and stood next to the bed. He then did a series of poses as he does in competitions. He flexed and stretched showing off his body. I guess he was serious. "Kneel down." He did so. I sat up on the bed. "Lie over my lap." He did that as well. At first I just rubbed my hands along his back, but it wasn't long before my hands were squeezing his firm ass. When I did so, Greg's breathing became heavier. My squeezing became gentle slaps. "Mm," Greg responded. My slaps became harder. "Yeah, yeah. Spank me. Spank me." He shook his head from side to side. " Uh. Uh. Yeah. Spank my ass. Mm. Give it to me." "Lie down on the floor," I ordered. He obeyed. I stood on top of him with each foot planted on a butt cheek. "Now, do some push-ups." "One. Two. Three. Four ..." Greg called out each push-up. He did them slowly so I wouldn't fall. On one push-up I had him stop while he was up. I stepped off of him, laid down on the floor on my back, and slid under him face-to-face. "Continue." When he goes up he continued counting but on each push our lips locked into a kiss. After several more push-ups I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I held onto him my chest to his chest, my stomach to his stomach. He stopped doing push-ups and went into a kneeling position with his arms around me holding me tight. With our lips locked, he rose up to just stand by the bed while carrying me. Every few seconds he would lift my legs higher up his torso. When our lips couldn't kiss any longer he would suck on my neck and then chest as I rose higher and higher. After my legs reached to just under his shoulders, he would move my legs around his arms so that my legs were now on top of his shoulders and my thighs were wrapped around his neck. With my dick in front of his face he licked it. He flicked his tongue all along the shaft. He then kissed it slowly heading for the tip. Upon reaching the tip he swallowed my dick into his deep, warm, wet mouth. He massaged my dick with his tongue. I was in ecstasy as the pleasure washed over me. I was high enough for my hands to reach the ceiling. I pressed against it and stretched out my legs. I had no control. The base of my shaft began to tingle as it filled with cum. As the pressure built my dick-head gorged and tickled. Then with one flick of the tongue a wave of intense pleasure washed over my dick, my hips reflexively humped, and I squirted my cum into Greg Kovacs' mouth. His tongue kept the pressure just under the stream. My dick continued to pump into his mouth straining for relief. When at last it was over, Greg gently put me on the bed and stood in front of me. He lifted his right arm up in the air. He bent his elbow and made a fist, flexing his biceps. He turned his head to face it. He spread his legs apart, and his left hand grabbed his dick. Greg began to jerk himself. With each jerk his muscles rippled with the motion. His breathing grew heavier. "Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Here it comes. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. Get ready. Hh! Hh! Hh! Yeeaaaaahhhhh!" Greg's white cum splashed out of his dick. He yanked himself in a frenzy. After pumping himself dry, he picked me up and gave me a bear hug. He whispered into my ear. "I have a dinner engagement but if you want, you can spend the night here. Come around 10 o'clock." He gave me one last kiss before letting me go to get dressed. All through dinner I kept thinking of what happened and what could happen later. I went to his cabin at 10 o'clock. He opened the door when I knocked. He was wearing only shorts. We talked and cuddled for awhile. I was getting a bit tired so we went to bed. We slept in the buff with our arms around each other. As it turned out we spent the rest of the cruise together every night. My friend didn't ask where I was. We did some activities together, but the trip was for meeting other people. The dreaded end of the cruise finally arrived when I would have to say good-bye to Greg Kovacs. It was doubtful we'd ever see each other again, but he gave me some autographed photos of himself, a couple of them in the buff.
