Showing posts with label Virgin Islands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Virgin Islands. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #33 (8.1)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for some flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who offer you our best flash fiction every week, from 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

In Moving Forward, Marshall and Lee begin their first actual day on the cruise, having arrived at their first destination - St. Thomas! Wonder what the day will bring? Find out in today's episode! Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Moving Forward #33 (8.1)


Marshall stretched languidly in the comfortable bed. Not bothering to open his eyes, he automatically reached for Lee. When he encountered Lee’s warmth, he snuggled up against him, wrapping an arm about him as he pressed his face against Lee’s bare back. Lee covered Marshall’s arm with his, and they lay together in companionable silence.

Sounds began to gradually filter into Marshall’s consciousness, and as his brain began to sort them out, his eyes popped open. They’d arrived! They were actually in the Virgin Islands.

Unable to contain his excitement, he leapt out of bed and raced out onto the balcony. The island of St. Croix stretched before him. The boat had docked sometime in the night, and they were far from the only ship in the harbor, which bustled with activity. He’d never seen such beautiful water in his life, blues and greens in shades he couldn’t even identify. A real paradise.  Marshall raced back to the bed.

 “Lee, we’re here!” he cried excitedly.

Lee rolled over, pushing  back the sheet as he did. His expression was one of loving amusement as he smiled at Marshall. “Does that surprise you?” he teased.

“C’mon out and see,” Marshall beckoned, tugging on Lee’s hand. He’d gotten past being too embarrassed to step out on the balcony without any clothes. He knew they weren’t exactly in anyone’s line of sight.

Lee allowed Marshall to pull him out of the bed and onto the balcony.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Marshall said in an awestruck voice. He’d never seen a place as lovely as this.

Lee wrapped his arms about Marshall. He softly kissed his shoulder. “It’s very beautiful,” he agreed.

“Wow, look at all the fishing boats. And oh, the sail boats,” Marshall said with rising excitement. “I wonder if we can go sailing while we’re here?”

“I’m sure they have tours for that,” Lee said. “You can probably find tours for anything you could possibly want to do.”

Marshall turned within the radius of Lee’s arms. “What are we going to do?”

“I thought we’d see what our options are and take it from there. I think everything’s listed in the ship’s brochure. Maybe order some breakfast and look it over while we decide?”

“Can we eat out here?”

“Absolutely,” Lee said.

They ordered a huge breakfast from room service, including a pot of coffee. By the time the food arrived, they were already dressed in colorful shorts and shirts and sandals and more than ready to eat. They couldn’t have asked for better weather. Warm, but not overly so. A gentle breeze that wafted enticing aromas. Plenty of sun.  While they ate,  they pored over the ship’s brochure, which included a list of things to do in St. Thomas, as well as shipboard activities. It all looked so enticing.

“Well, first question is do you want to stay on the boat or get off?” Lee asked practically.

That was a no-brainer. “I think I’d really like to go on shore and do something,” Marshall said. He figured they’d have plenty of time to be on the ship, but their time ashore was limited.

A knock on the door interrupted their discussion. “Probably the waiter come to get out stuff. I’ll let him in,” Marshall offered. He padded across the suite and opened the door. But it wasn’t the waiter who’d knocked.Iit was Roger who stood there. He too wore tropical looking garb, topped by a Dallas Cowboys baseball cap.

“Hey guys!” he greeted them. He was grinning and looked as excited as Marshall felt. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

“No, come on in, we’re just hanging out on the balcony.”

Roger’s eyes lit up at the word balcony.  He followed Marshall outside. Marshall took the chair closest to Lee, and Roger sat across from them.

“Wow, this is awesome,” he said. “Love that hot tub. Is it as nice as it looks?”

“Nicer,” Marshall said.

“We were just deciding what to do today, did you have any plans?” Lee asked.

Roger scratched his head and considered the question. “Not really. I’d like to do something, just don’t know what. What about you? Got plans?”

Lee opened up a brochure that had come along with the one for the ship. “There’s this sighting seeing and beach cruise,” he said. “Takes about three hours, and that includes at least an hour at the beach.”

Marshall quickly scanned the itinerary, then slid the pamphlet toward Roger. “That sounds like fun,” he admitted. “You thinking about us going?”

“I am,” Lee said, “if you’re interested.”

“I’m definitely interested,” Marshall replied. He gave Lee an inquisitive look, one he was sure Lee would understand. And he did.

“Roger, want to come along?”

“Man, that does sound like fun. Sure I won’t be cramping your style?” he asked, looking between them.

“Not at all,” Lee assured him.

Roger broke into a wide grin. “Then I’m in. How soon does it leave?”

Lee consulted the brochure. “There’s a tour leaving in about an hour. That should give us plenty of time to get ready and get there.  In fact, we get  a discount for being on this cruise. Can’t beat that. Did you eat yet?”

“Yeah.” Roger patted his belly with a smile of contentment. “I’m good for a while. Maybe even until lunchtime.” He laughed. “I just gotta get my swimming stuff together and I’m good to go.”

“Us too,” Marshall said.

“Meet you in the hallway in fifteen minutes, how’s that?” Roger suggested.

“See you then.” Lee smiled.

Roger rose and saw himself out, admitting a steward who collected their breakfast dishes. He saw the open brochure and smiled.

“You going on the cruise?” he asked, and they nodded. “Take plenty of sunscreen,” he cautioned them. “Don’t want to burn.”

“Good advice,” Lee said. “Thanks.” He gave the man a tip and turned to Marshall.

“Let’s get it together,” he said. “Big day ahead.”

“Every day with you’s a big day,” Marshall replied and kissed him.

to be continued

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Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #29 (7.3)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for some flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors, and every week we bring you our finest flash fiction, from 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts!

In Moving Forward, Marshall and Lee have struck up a conversation with the guy in the cabin across from theirs. Will he turn out to be another Dustin in disguise? See what happens in this week's episode! Then go see what the other Briefers are up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Moving Forward #29 (7.3)


They took the elevator down to the next level, and followed Roger’s lead to the bar. It was filled with a less boisterous crowd than Partners. The slow smoky music seemed more conducive  than country tunes to the art of seduction. Marshall had little doubt there was a whole lot of that going on all around them in the rather sensual atmosphere.

“What’s your pleasure?” Roger asked, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer, so Lee said he’d stand the next round, and they all decided on boilermakers.

Marshall had never had one of those before. He watched Lee as he dropped the shot of whiskey into his beer, then lifted his glass and drank. He noticed Roger downed the shot first and then the beer separately. Emulating Lee, he let the shot glass fall into the beer, watched it foam, then lifted the glass and drank it down to the bottom as Roger cheered him on. “Go, go, go!”

He drained the glass and set it back on the table. “Whew!” he said, after he caught his breath.

Lee and Roger laughed.

“C’mere, you have foam on your lip,” Lee said.

Marshall leaned in toward him, expecting him to use a bar napkin to wipe it away, but Lee surprised him and licked it off instead. Damn, that was just sexy.

“Rawr,” Marshall purred. He noted the look of appreciation in Lee’s eyes, and he felt his cock twitch. He was ready to go again with Lee. That was an idea he’d definitely bring up when they got back to their cabin. He didn’t even care about using the hot tub. The bed would be more than fine. Might as well break that in too.

He considered asking Lee if he was ready to go right now, then decided to work on that anticipation thing a little more.

“You know, I think maybe we should order a snack when we go back to the cabin, check out the room service.”

“Feeling hungry, old man?” Marshall teased.

“Maybe,” was all Lee would say. Marshall knew better than to question him further.

“So, where you from, Roger?” Lee asked, at the same time scooting closer to Marshall, placing his hand on Marshall’s knee.

“I’m from Amarillo,” Roger replied. “I don’t usually get down this far, but when I thought about taking a cruise, I saw Galveston was one of the ports that was offered, so I jumped on it. What about you two? Where you from?”

“A little place you never heard of.” Lee laughed. “Burnham. Which is close to Tucker Falls, another place you never heard of. Which is somewhat close to San Antonio.”

“I always meant to go to San Antonio,” Roger said. “I’d like to visit the Alamo sometime. You been?”

“We sure have,” Marshall replied. “Lots of times. It’s a great place.”

“I bet it is,” Roger said. “Guess I’ll have to broaden my horizons, see more of the state I live in too. Do you guys travel a lot?”

“Not really,” Lee said. “We go to San Antone when we can, usually on business. But I think we’re gonna change that, aren’t we, Marshall? See a little more of the world.”

“Sounds good to me,” Marshall agreed.

“You travel for your company?” Roger asked. “What kind of business do you work for, if you don’t mind my asking.”

“I don’t mind. We run our own computer service. We repair and program, build from scratch… whatever you need.”

“That’s totally cool,” Roger said. “I know so little about computers, other than how to use them. And most of that time is spent playing Warcraft.” He laughed. “You ever play?” That question was obviously directed at Marshall.

“I don’t usually play games, unless I’m working on them,” Marshall said. “Just don’t have the time. Other stuff to do.”

“What do you mean, like you fix them when they go wrong?” Roger asked.

“No, more like I write them.”

“Wow, that is awesome. My hat’s off to you, dude.”

“My round, what would you like?” Lee asked.

“I’m good with a cold draft,” Roger said.

“Sounds good to me,” Marshall said. No sense in getting plastered, not when he had plans. Besides, getting drunk wasn’t really a lot of fun, as he’d discovered the one time he got plastered ‘cause he didn’t listen to Lee’s warning about overdoing it. He still remembered the terrible headache he’d had, and how much he’d thrown up. Never again.

Lee stood. He gave Marshall a questioning look, and Marshall knew instinctively what he was asking—was he comfortable waiting at the table with Roger?

“Maybe see if they have any pretzels behind the bar or something?” Marshall suggested.

Lee laughed. “I’ll do that.” He leaned down and kissed Marshall. “Be right back.” Marshall watched him make his way to the bar. In particular, he admired, the way his hips moved, and how hot his ass looked walking away.

Roger’s voice broke him from his reverie. “You guys been together long?”

For a moment, Marshall wasn’t sure how to answer the question. He didn’t remember ever being asked that before. If he said all his life, that would not be good, and strictly speaking it wasn’t accurate. So he went with what was essentially the truth.

“About three years,” he replied. Which was true. Before that, they hadn’t been together in every sense of the word, the way they were now.

“I envy what you have, let me tell you. The two of you look so perfect together.”

Marshall couldn’t help but smile at the compliment.

“I don’t suppose Lee has a brother?” Roger asked hopefully.

“Nope, he doesn’t. Sorry. He’s one of a kind.”

“What about you, do you  have any brothers?”

“I’m an only child,” Marshall said.

“Want to borrow one of mine? I have three.” Roger guffawed, just as Lee came back with three beers which he set on the table. “Siblings are highly overrated,” Roger added.

to be continued

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Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Wednesday Briefs: Moving Forward #19 (5.1)

Good morning and Happy Wednesday to everyone! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for some flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, between 500 and 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

This week, in Moving Forward, Marshall and Lee reach their destination, the cruise ship Wandering Star in Galveston. Join them there for the start of their cruise. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Moving Forward #19 (5.1)


The Wandering Star was the most beautiful ship Marshall had ever seen. Never mind that it was the only ship he’d seen up close and personal. That didn’t matter to him. This was the ship he and Lee were taking an actual honest-to-God vacation on, and that’s all that mattered to him.

The night before, they’d dropped off Denver and Dustin at their hotel and then gone on to their own, where they relaxed in their room and screwed around, then took a short nap before meeting the other two men for dinner at a nearby diner.  After that, they went to a tavern and knocked back a few drinks before heading back to the hotel for the night.

This morning they’d driven down to the Port of Galveston, where Lee had pre-arranged for parking, and then headed to the cruise terminal. They stood in line with the other men who were going on the cruise. Everyone was in high spirits as they waited to present their boarding documents and identification. Next stop was security, where they went through an X-ray machine, and then were directed to the check-in line.

Marshall had never seen so many rules and regulations, and all of it just to get on one ship.

At check-in, they presented their ID and documents to the representative of the cruise line, filled out a health form, and received their cruise card, which served for boarding and as a room key and onboard credit. They were also given a schedule of the day’s events, and a handy map of the ship.
Finally, they boarded the Wandering Star.

“We’re going to head down to our cabin,” Denver said, “maybe get settled then check out the ship. Catch up with you later.” He tugged at Dustin’s arm. He seemed reluctant to part company, but Denver persisted, so Dustin finally left with his cousin without comment.

Lee turned to Marshall. “We could go down to our cabin, too, but the luggage won’t be there yet.” He consulted the map in his hand. “Or we could just go up to the Panorama Deck. I bet it has a great view.”

“Let’s do that.” Marshall thought that idea sounded like a winner. He’d rather be alone with Lee—relatively speaking—than be forced to fend off Dustin’s company any more than he had to. Luckily, the two couples had gotten cabins on completely different floors. Marshall had been half afraid he’d find out they were next door to one another. This was much better.

It was a beautiful day to head out to sea. They stood together at the railing. Marshall glanced up into the turquoise sky. Not a cloud in sight, just the sun, a growing lemon drop, rising above the horizon. There were other cruise ships in port, as well as a number of smaller vessels, but these paled in significance beside the Wandering Star, at least in Marshall’s estimation.

Other men lined the railing in close-knit couples, many of them hand in hand. Maybe the single guys were inside, scoping out the bar or something. There’d be time for that later.

“Have I remembered to thank you for taking me on such a great trip?” Marshall turned toward Lee, closing the small distance between them. He wasn’t afraid of showing affection in public here. Hell, the ship was full of horny gay men—some with partners, some without. Nobody would even bat an eye at them.

“You have, but I’m sure you can show me again, later on, in our cabin.” Lee grinned as he circled Marshall’s waist with his arms, bumping hips. As if they were doing an intimate two-step, but without the music.

“You know I will.” Marshall ground himself boldly against Lee, claiming his lips. They kissed, long and hard. Marshall leaned his head contentedly on Lee’s shoulder. He slid his hand into the back pocket of Lee’s jeans, comforted by the feel of Lee against his palm.

“You remember we won’t leave port until tonight, right?” Lee reminded him.

“I remember. I just like being out here, that’s all. Just like being with you.”

They stood there for a while, then decided it was time to check out the cabin and see if their bags had been brought in yet. Lee checked the map. “If we head down this way, I think those elevators will take us closest to where we want to go.” There were elevators situated throughout the ship for the guests’ convenience. Getting around the large ship would not be a problem.

Once inside the elevator, Lee pressed the button marked Empress Deck, which was the seventh deck. “I did some research before I bought the tickets,” he confessed. “I liked the looks of these rooms. I hope you will too.”

“I know I’ll just love it,” Marshall said.

“I thought, seeing how it’s your first cruise, and mine too, that we should be able to look out on the ocean every day.”

Didn’t that sound like a great idea?

Once they left the elevator, they turned a couple of corners until they found themselves in the right corridor. Room 7256 was just a few doors down, on the side facing the ocean. Lee used the card to open the door.

“Go ahead,” he prompted Marshall. “Check it out.”

Marshall didn’t wait to be told twice. He rushed inside, boiling over with curiosity to see the room they’d be sleeping in for the next week. Their cabin had a large bed. Marshall thought it might even be king size. Small wooden tables were on either side, and there was a couch which he thought might fold out to another bed. A dresser with mirror, and a door which he discovered led to their private bath.

But the most astounding feature of all….

“We have a balcony!” Marshall cried out. “A real honest-to-goodness balcony.”

“And it’s all ours,” Lee said.

Marshall threw his arms around Lee and kissed him soundly.

to be continued

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