V. The cruise ends

The days went by; they were already two days away from the cruise ending.

• Ipar: “We’ve got almost nothing left. I don’t know what I’m going to do without being able to fuck you, use you—in short, have you… I’m going to miss you, sissy.”

• Rosston: “Me too, especially during those vacation days I still have left, going back home with nothing to do.”

• Ipar (smiling): “I feel like kidnapping you and taking you home.”

• Rosston: “Would you like to take me to your house?”

• Ipar: “Very much.”

• Rosston: “Well…”

• Ipar: “Well what?”

• Rosston: “It’s just that I bought a flexible ticket, meaning I can change the travel date. Maybe if I call the airline I could make changes.”

• Ipar: “But it would be two trips, one with me home and then another back to Scotland.”

• Rosston: “If they change one, I’d buy the other.”

• Ipar: “Then tomorrow from the port, call and see. I’d be delighted to have you a few more days.”

• Rosston (smiling): “To wreck my ass a few more days, right, bastard?”

• Ipar: “Yes, but only if you want.”

• Rosston: “Of course I want it, with how much I like having that huge cock of yours buried deep in my ass.”

They arrived at the port of the cruise’s penultimate stop. Once on land, the first thing Rosston did was take his phone off airplane mode and call the airline. Since he had bought the flexible ticket, it included date changes and even cancellation, so he had no problems. Almost immediately he received an email with the two electronic tickets: the first for the same flight as Ipar and the second for five days later from an airport in the Basque Country with a direct flight to Edinburgh.

During their last fuck on the cruise, Ipar felt like spitting in Rosston’s mouth, and some spit landed on his face. His acceptance, the look on his face, encouraged him to keep going. He spat all over his face and rubbed the saliva across it several times with his hand. Rosston looked at himself in the mirror, liked the shine on his face, and even more seeing how his man was gripping him hard by the hair. He liked feeling and seeing himself that way; he liked being clearly dominated, subjugated by a hard male. He enjoyed his own degradation and directly asked his man for a few slaps. Of course that drove Ipar wild, and after a few, not wanting to leave marks on his face, which was so white, he moved on to hitting his buttocks. He was amazed that, far from bothering him, Rosston liked it. Rosston looked at himself in the mirror and even encouraged him.

• Rosston: “That’s it, damn it, hit your slut. Show me how much of a man you are, that you do whatever you want with me.”

It wasn’t just another fuck; it was like celebrating how well those days had gone. It was a farewell fuck to the cruise.

The day of disembarkation arrived, and everything went perfectly for them. From the port they...