Two Ticets for the Bnwo Crusie

Jacob and Shawn had been together for five years, but Jacob was growing increasingly dissatisfied with Shawn's lackluster sexual prowess. How long had it even been? Hoping to rekindle their love life Jacob took the initiative to get them two tickets for a 5-day cruise on the BNWO Gay Cruise line. He'd never heard of it, but he couldn't pass up the prices. The website made the cruise absolutely stunned. A three-deck ship with nightly live music, access to a pool, gym, and in room Jacuzzis. It was a dream for sure. Even Shawn seemed thrilled about it, excited to finally have a week off from his job. Accounting brought in good money but wasn't always the most thrilling.

The cruise ship was a spectacle of elegance and decadence, and Jacob felt a thrill of anticipation as they boarded. The ship was filled with people from all walks of life. He had never been on a gay cruise before but it seemed fun to scape to a world all their own. After a calming first day on the ship getting acclimated the pair decided to take in the evening life that slowly shifted to night.

The ship's band sultry tune filled the evening air. Jacob and Shawn watched as the sun disappeared beyond the watery horizon, already miles beyond any sight of land. It was a beautiful scene as stars filled the night sky unbothered by the lack of city light to destroy their shine. Jacob and Shawn stood near the ships edge looking at the dark waters below. A shadowy and dangerous mystery lie below. Jacob ran his hand over Shawn's. Just below he could see the fins of fish trialing the ship. Were they dolphins or sharks?

"Would you like to go back to our room?" he asked in a raspy tone. The taller blonde took a sip of his drink and smiled.

"I'm alright." He answered. Jacob pulled his hand back. This was supposed to be a romantic cruise to rekindle their flame, and Shawn didn't seem at all interested.

"You know I was hoping we could," he paused giving Shawn a knowing look, "Its been quite a while."

"A while?" Shawn gave a chuckle. "It was like three days a go."

"Try three months." Jacob muttered. The brunette turned his back to the rail which for a brief moment made him feel woozy. Looking over the men on the shit he saw a buffet of bodies. Men that ranged from ripped bodies to beer belly guts. For the first time he took notice of how many men were black. He had become accustomed to gay spaced fill with white men and black men being the minority. This was beautiful change. He would have been all over this five years ago and yet here he was trying to do the right thing and be faithful to a man he hardly noticed him. Jacob couldn't help but have his gaze fall to the large packages some of these men were shameless in showing off. Shawn was certainly not packing that sort of heat. He gulped, "I'm going to get a drink." Jacob pushed himself forward and moved to the bar that sat only a few yards away. A pale blue light lit up the small, covered space. A few of the men chatted among themselves around the bar as Jacob asked the bartender for his order. The bartender was a dark skinned man with a piercing smile. His muscled flexed almost perfecting as he perfected Jacob's drink.

"Buy you a drink?" A low voice pierced his surroundings. Jacob turned to see the perfectly toned body of a 6'8 black man towering over him. He let out a slight chuckle, "I would but it's on the tab for the room."

"What a good excuse." The mystery man said. Jacob made a nonchalant glance up and down. The man had clearly just gotten out of the pool as small waterdrops still trickled down his firm body, catching themselves on the blue and turquoise speedo stretching for its life across his hips.

"Here you are, sir" The bartender handed Jacob his drink. Shawn couldn't help but notice the wink the bartender has the mysterious man to his left. Was he flirting with him? Jacob took a sip. It was a bit strong, but he liked it that way.

"What's your name?" The man asked. He leaned him arm on the bar causing his biceps to flex. Jacob took a step back.

"It's Jacob. And you?"

"Tyrone." The man said with a smile. His glistening white teeth sparked against the darkness of his skin. Jacob could feel his blood heating up.

"Well, I better get back to my partner." He said and tried to turn walk away but Tyrone grabbed his shoulder.

"Off so quickly?" The beautiful man followed Jacob, stepping rom the bar, "I know it couldn't be a disinterested in black men or why else would you be here?" He laughed. Jacob didn't understand what he had meant by that.

"You are very attractive." Jacob said softly, "Very. But I did come her with my partner, right over there" He pointed to Shawn who was still starring into the ocean.

"That scrawny white boy!" Tyrone left out a laugh that seemed to fill the bar. With one quick move his hand had cupped Jacob's ass, "That little white man doesn't deserve all this!" Jacob felt himself jump. He was offended by the lack of consent and some how slightly turned on.

"He's a good man." Jacob laughed trying to derail the moment. He pulled away from Tyrone and continued on towards Shawn. As he made it to Shawn's side, he couldn't help but look back at Tyrone who crossed his arms and leaned against one of the large canopy poles. Taking in his massive frame, he felt his dick jerk in his pants. He needed it bad. Leaning against the rail so he was in Shawn's line of sight he smiled, "Come on, babe. Let's go back to the room."

"You really want it don't you." Shawn muttered. Jacob bit his lip, "Jacob, I'm sorry. Its been a long week and I was hoping to rest tonight. Maybe we can fuck the night away another night? We are here for five days." Jacob's fac fell. He glanced over to Tyrone. He wanted to see the look on the man's face as he headed off with his lover, but that didn't turn out to be the situation. But Tyrone had already disappeared anyway. Jacob sighed.

"Shawn I was really hoping to use this trip as a spark for us." He admitted. Its been months since we last did anything as all. You have been so busy with work and I feel ignored."

"Hello." Shawn broke his partner's dramatic speech.. Following Shawn's eyes over his shoulder Jacob stood only a few feet behind him.

"Hey." Tyrone said simply as if they were long time friends, "I was talking to your partner here at the bar and he was talking you up so much I thought I had to see this wonderful man of his." Shawn blushed, looking to Jacob.

"Well, thank you. To you both I guess." He said with an awkward chuckle. Jacob stood there almost silent. He was slightly perturbed. He had already made it painfully clear to Tyrone he wasn't interested, even if he had such distinct pecs, and the most defined abs he had ever seen, and his speedo... the thread of that fabric had to be holding on for dear life as the massive bulge tried to rip away at the small swimwear.

Tyrone noticed Jacob's gaze and smirked. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice a low growl. Jacob blushed and laughed towards Shawn. Shawn chucked back.

"You do have a nice body, but Jacob likes vanilla boys. Shawn lifted his empty glass slightly into the air.

"Is that so?" Tyrone chucked, "Then why would you both book a BNWO cruise ship?"

"A what?" Shawn asked. The black man thought he was joking for the briefest moment but almost rolled his eyes when he realized he wasn't. "I take it you must have purchases the tickets then." He looked to Jacob.

"I did. But..." Jacob paused for a moment looking over the bar area again. There was a lot of black men here. More than what was typical. Was this some sort of hookup destination for gay men interested in black guys? He looked back at Tyrone, "Uh... I might of made a mistake. Shawn let's go to our room."

As he tried to move past. Tyrone grabbed his arm, "I think you knew exactly what you were doing." Jacob's eyes kept drifting down to Tyrone's crotch, and he could see the outline of a substantial cock, "You were dissatisfied with your white boy here and you wanted an upgrade."

"Excuse me!" Shawn shouted. "He said he wanted to go back to our room." In protest Shawn grabbed Tyrone's arm in an attempt to remove in. The smile slipped from the man's face are her glared sown at Shawn. The blonde quickly removed himself. With no opposition Tyron placed his other hand on Jacob's hip. The man wanted to pull away but couldn't manage to bring himself to.

"I don't know why you're getting all worked up when your man is clearly enjoying himself." Tyrone's voice sent chills down both their spines. Turning Jacob around to face them the three stood silent for a moment. It was becoming increasingly clear the other eyes on the deck had fallen on them. Shawn looked at his partner held by this black man. His eyes stopped at his partner's crotch. Even through the knee length shorts he wore he could see the bulge in Jacob's pants. He was enjoying this. Had he really become that desperate? Had it really been three months?

"Shawn, I..." Jacob didn't get to finish his words. Tyrone pulled him close and without warning pressed his thick lips against his. Jacob felt his body melt away in the arms of this man. He couldn't help but hear cheering across the ship. Were those fireworks. Damn. For the quickest moment Jacob lost himself. Emboldened, Jacob reached out and placed his hand on Tyrone's thigh, his fingers inching closer to the growing bulge.

"The fuck Jacob!" Shawn shouted. Grabbing Jacob's arm he tried to pull his partner free of the hulking black man that stood before them. He wasn't able. Tyrone was far too strong. Jacob being pulled back into reality removed his hand from Tyrone's thigh and let out a rough bit of air. He needed it. He wanted it. He looked to Shawn he was enraged. He had never realized how frail and weak he looked. Shawn always kept a thin frame but never visited a gym.

"I'm sorry..." Jacob muttered, "I lost myself for a moment." The moonlight cast a soft glow over the water around them. Jacob turned to face Tyrone, his heart pounding in his chest. Tyrone reached out and cupped Jacob's face, his thumb brushing gently over Jacob's lips. "You want this, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. Jacob wanted to fight it, but he was so desperately in need of dick and he didn't feel like Shawn's four incher was going to cover it. Jacob nodded, his breath coming in short gasps.

Tyrone leaned in and captured Jacob's mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue sliding against Jacob's with a hunger that made Jacob's head spin. Jacob moaned into Tyrone's mouth, his hands gripping Tyrone's shoulders for support. Tyrone's hands roamed over Jacob's body, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. The world began to disappear. In the back of his mind, he could hear Shawn shouting something. When he finally had the strength to pull away he saw his partner was gone.

Tyrone broke the kiss and began to trail his mouth down Jacob's neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh. Jacob arched his back, a low moan escaping his lips as Tyrone's hands found their way to Jacob's chest, his fingers pinching and rolling Jacob's nipples. A black couple walking by let out a cheer of praise.

Jacob's cock was rock hard now, straining against the fabric of his pants. Tyrone noticed and grinned, his hand moving to unbutton Jacob's pants and free his throbbing cock. Jacob gasped as Tyrone's fingers wrapped around him, his touch firm and sure. For a moment Jacob was back in reality. There was a deck of people all around them.

"What are you doing?" He chuckled taking a quick glance over the deck. There were black men everywhere watching as if the pair were putting on a show just for them. A few white guys near the bar smiled his way. One of them lifted his drink as if to congratulate him.

"Making you feel good, white boy." Tyrone whispered in his ear. The small rumble of his voice made his body shiver. Unintentionally he let out a small moan. Jacob moaned, his hips bucking into Tyrone's hand.

"Not here. Don't you have a room?" A room? The words repeated in his head. Shawn. Is that where Shawn escaped to? Tyrone chuckled, a low, sexy sound that sent shivers down Jacob's spine. He would never get over that.

"We're fine here. They'll enjoy the show." Tyrine said. That's when Jacob's eyes fell on Shawn who looked on in horror from just beyond the bar. It looked like he could burst into tears at any moment. He was watching them with a mixture of shock and jealousy.

"Look at him," Jacob sneered. "Weak body and tiny dick." He didn't mean that! The words seemed to escape his mouth without warning. Tyrone smirked and increased the pace of his hand, making Jacob moan even louder. It felt so good. Jacob reached out and grabbed Tyrone's cock through his pants, his fingers wrapping around the impressive length. Tyrone groaned, his hips thrusting forward.

"You like that, don't you?" Tyrone taunted. "You like feeling a real man's cock? You looked dick starved since the moment I saw you." Tyrone growled and pushed Jacob against the bars of the railing. A few men cheered from two deck chairs. He kissed Jacob again, his hands roaming over Jacob's body as he ground his cock against him. Jacob could feel the heat of Tyrone's body, the hardness of his cock, and he knew he wanted it inside him.

Tyrone broke the kiss and moved down Jacob's body, his tongue tracing a path down Jacob's chest and stomach. He settled between Jacob's legs and looked up at him with a wicked grin. "You ready for this?" he asked, his voice a low growl. Jacob nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. Tyrone leaned in and began to lick Jacob's cock, his tongue swirling around the head before moving down to lick the sensitive skin beneath. Jacob moaned and writhed beneath him, his hands fisting in Tyrone's hair. Tyrone took Jacob's cock into his mouth, his head bobbing up and down as he sucked and licked. The deck of people cam and disappeared so quickly. Without warning a man in a black suit come to his side.

"Your glass, sir?" The man asked as Tryone bobbed up and down slurping on his dick. He was a waiter. Jacob looked down at the drink unfinished in his hands. He had forgotten he was still carrying it. He handed it to the waiter who gave him a smile and scurred off. Was the ship's employee even aware he was getting head against the rails? Was anyone. Most of the deck watched and didn't seem bothered by the display. Jacob looked over at Shawn again. His partner of five years just stood there shocked. Tyrone pulled his mouth away from Jacob's cock and moved up his body, his lips capturing Jacob's in a searing kiss. Jacob could taste himself on Tyrone's tongue, and it sent a thrill of pleasure through him. Easily the tall black man turned Jacob around to face the beautiful ocean all around them. His ass was on full display. He heard some of the black men cheer. Uncharacteristically he gave his waist a shake and the cheers picked up. Jacob laughed to himself. What had come over him. He would have never done this before. His thoughts were cut short when he felt the flesh of Tyrone's cock move across his ass. Looking back he could see ten inches of grade A black meat positioned against his hole.

"Oh fuck." He muttered to himself. He had taken bigger guys before, but it had been years. Shawn's four-inch cock didn't even stretch him out and now this massive tool was threatening his entrance. Despite his fear he wanted that massive cock inside him so badly.

"You ready? I don't show mercy," Tyrone asked, his voice a low rumble. Jacob paused only for a moment before nodding, his eyes locked onto Tyrone's. "Yes," he whispered. "I want this. I want this so bad." Tyrone laughed. And with that pushed his cock inside, stretching Jacob wide. Jacob let out a shout that was overshadowed by the cheering of what sounded like crowds of men. Not just any men. Black men. Jacob winced through the main and looked back as the attendees on deck had all moved closer to get a glimpse of the show. Peppered amongst them were a few white guys who were running their hands along the built bodies of some of the men. Jacob cried out in pain as Tyrone tore in and out of his hole. He wasn't kidding, he showed no mercy. His body tried its best to adjust to the size of Tyrone's cock.

Jacob moaned, his hands gripping the rain of the ship for support as the ten-inch cock slammed against his interior. Looking back Tyrone clenched his teeth as he powerhoused the white boy's hole. Just beyond the man's shoulder he could see all of the white boys from earlier kneeling on the ground bobbing up and done on black dicks of their own. Jacob let out a mixed sound of pain and laughter.

"Faster," Jacob begged, his body aching for more of Tyrone's dick. Tyrone obliged, his hips moving faster and faster as he slammed into Jacob. He needed this so bad. It had been months since he had gotten a good dicking. No... it had been five years. He had been suffering through five years of starving while a tiny four-inch dick tried its best to please him. As if on call, Shawn appeared behind the crowds of men shouting and cheering. He had clearly been crying but a look of rage filled his tear stained face.

"Enough! You bastard!" He lunched at Tyrone. The black men stopped his thrusts but didn't remove his massive cock from Jacob's ass. The brunette bobbed, impaled on his rod as Tyrone grabbed his partner with ease, "You son of a bitch!" Some of the black men in the crowd shouted at Shawn.

"Fuck you're getting on my nerves white boy!" He said squeezing Shawn's wrists. Shawn let out a screech that caused some of the men surrounding them to laugh. Jacob clenched his ass trying to not lose the massive cock buried inside of him, "What do you want, bitch?" Jacob realized Tyrone was talking to him. Jacob looked back at his partner who looked to him in mercy. A look of fear, despair, and pain filled his eyes. A look Jacob had never seen before. He must have taken too long to answer as he felt Tyrone make three long strokes into his ass.

"I need your cock!" Jacob shouted in desperation, "Fuck, Shawn you're pathetic. I can't take your tiny dick anymore, not after this! I'm sorry!" The black men cackled across the ship. Shawn's face dropped but much to his dismay Tyrone's hands around his wrists didn't relent. He looked down at Shawn with a sneer.

"You're right," he said. "He is pathetic. And now it's time for him to go." With that, Tyrone grabbed Shawn by the waist and pushed him over the side of the ship. Shawn let out a loud scream as Jacob watched as his body plummeted towards the dark abyss below. The men on the ship began to cheer. Without hesitation Tyrone began thrusting into Jacob's ass, his cock as hard as ever. Jacob moaned. His cock was hitting all the right spots, and Jacob could feel his orgasm building. Just below he watched as Shawn bashed at the water around him. Slowly the fins Jacob had seen earlier were making their way towards his partner of five years. He finally got his answer, they were certainly sharks. Jacob looked back. No one cared. And honestly neither did he. The men on the ship cheered. The white boys who had been slobbering on the dicks of the black men were almost all entirely on all fours as those men were now destroying their asses. One was even lucky enough to be taking it from both ends from two tall dark figures.

"Harder," Jacob begged. "Fuck me harder!" Tyrone obliged, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm as he slammed into Jacob. Jacob could feel his orgasm approaching, his body tensing as he clung to the edge.

"Cum for me!" Tyrone growled.

Jacob's orgasm hit him like a freight train, his body convulsing as he came with a loud cry. His cum shot over the railing of the ship and into the ocean Tyrone groaned and followed him, his cock pulsing as he filled Jacob's hole with his seed. The cheering of the black men around them wouldn't stop. Jacob smiled finally getting the dick he needed so bad.