After a wonderful first dinner on the cruise, which ended in a full orgy around the table (I still had the taste of cheesecake and Vernon's cum in my mouth), I had starting exploring more of the "Dream Cruise." I had now wandered into the theater to check out the "Bukake" show.
The theater is pretty full, so I'm stuck taking a seat in the back left. There are probably a hundred other people in here. Most of them are fellow guests, but some guys have a "staff member" on their arm as well. They're remarkably easy to spot, not just because they're all wearing a tracker watch on their wrist, but also because they're usually almost-naked. I wish I had requested Evan or a new guy to meet me after dinner so I could someone in tight briefs to feel up during the show... next time.
The house lights go off and a sexy man takes the stage with the microphone. He's wearing, what else, but tight gold briefs that sparkle under the stage lights.
"Welcome, welcome, welcome!" he calls out. The audience cheers and hollers. "Are you all having a great first night aboard?" I give a huge cheer myself.
"I'm David and I'll be your coordinator for the night. Are you are definitely in the the right place. We're not just doing any bukake tonight, but shooting to beat the Dream Cruise record of 82 loads! So we'll need all your help." More cheers, of course.
"Let's meet our contenders for the evening!"
David goes on to introduce three different guys, who come out one at a time in costume and dance to a musical number. All the songs end with them ditching their clothes and coverings, and standing stark naked on-stage for all of us to admire. Even though I'm all the way in the back I can see pretty well, thanks to the screens on stage.
My favorite boy was Jared, who comes out last. He had a large shawl wrapped around his body and then danced in a ballet style around the stage, with much prancing and twirling. With each twirl, the shawl would fly up giving us a flash of skin. For his grand finale, he stood facing the audience, legs spread to make a triangle, and threw the fabric behind him and up into the air, revealing his toned body under a shimmer of sweat, a bit of chest hair, and his hard cock. On the screens, the camera man has zoomed in on it in all its glory, and we watch it bounce up and down.
"Now it's time to vote on our star for tonight," says David into the mic, "Text the name to Dream9 starting now!"
The screens now show a running tally of the votes coming in. I'd definitely stay to watch any of the guys get covered in cum, but I vote for Jared. Onstage the lights are off except for a spotlight on our three contenders, who have all turned to face the screen, giving us a nice view of their asses in a row (I make a mental note of all their names - maybe I can fuck all of them before the vacation is over).
"I think at this point we can call it for Jared!" David announces. Jared jumps up and down cheering, which gets the crowd all worked up.
At this point the stage lights come back on, and center stage is now adorned with pillows and blankets. Jared prances over and takes a seat on the floor. David approaches him for a brief interview.
"Hey Jared, how are you feeling?"
"Super excited David, thanks to everyone for voting for me! I can't wait to get started."
"You're a little cum-slut, aren't you Jared," David asks, laughing.