You'll be happy to hear that Joncy's been cruising again. This time on a ship. I had a summer job as a tour operator and was responsible for a group of tourists. We sailed from Malta and stopped off at Barcelona, Gibraltar and Malaga. It was quite a fun job but involved a lot of public relations and as you know I'm much better at the pubic kind. There was a lot of opportunity for that too but I had to be on my best behaviour. Still I did succumb once to temptation as this unbelievably beautiful twink had the hots for me and I couldn't easily avoid him. What's more his parents asked me if I could 'Help bring Andrew out as he was very shy with girls. Maybe I could find him a nice young lady.'

But it was plain from the start that Andrew didn't want a nice young lady. What he wanted was a nice young Joncy. So I brought him out right away. Brought his dick out too. At least he brought it out for me. He feigned seasickness and when I went to his cabin he asked me to rub his tummy. What was I to do? Trouble is his dick popped out of his pajamas and he asked me to rub that too. Now, you may or may not believe it, but I am a man of scruples, although I must say I prefer the first syllable of the word, and I knew it was not wise to make out with a teenage twink when I was in a position of trust so I resisted. Man that must have been the hardest decision in my life. His pert little nipples, his firm torso and his mega-member all cried out for my attention. Me and my dick wept at the waste of it all. Still I made sure to jot down his address in England for future reference and ask for the date of his next birthday and solemnly promised myself I would track him down and come all over him when he came of age.

Fortunately for my libido I'd just run into this Greek cabin boy and was screwing him at my leisure. He didn't speak English but his natural endowments needed no interpretation. Those tight, white sailor's pants sure show off a guy's butt to perfection and there's that little flap that opens in the front and makes dick sucking so much easier. By the way did I ever tell you that Mother Nature has a perverse way of turning my legs to absolute jelly and bringing me to my knees when I find myself confronted by a hot stud? Maybe she has the same effect on you.

But the best was yet to come. We tour operators were given up to two days freedom from our duties and some local guys took over while we basked in the sun in a 5-star hotel in Malaga. There I found my destiny waiting for me on a marble slab. Actually it was a stone bench next to the hotel pool but he was such an inviting offering that marble slab sounds much more appropriate, especially when you combine it with black stud. A black stud on a marble slab! To be rather more precise, he was chocolate brown and I'm very addicted to chocolate. He had my mouth watering from day one. He was the pool attendant and I saw him on the first day stretched out on the bench in the shelter of a tree, drops of water glistening like sugar icing on his rich chocolate body when he came out of the pool or from under the shower. Man, he was just one big mountain of rippling muscle. My tongue so wanted to go on its own mounting trek and lick all over his peaks and pecs.

He wore white swim trunks, which only drew my attention even more to the promising muscle between his legs. Once when he thought nobody was looking - or knew I was -- he put his hand down there and adjusted himself. The instant hardness of my dick told me I was going to have to do something about it before my excitement started seeping through my shorts. He of course was not completely unaware of my lustful glances. I mean every time he looked up he caught me looking down his body. Once he leant over and let his fingers linger on the surface of the pool and touched the water as if he was passing his fingertips over someone's tender flesh. Mine I hoped.

I decided to take my black bull by the horns and ask him to give me some swimming lessons. Not that I needed them having been brought up by the water myself on the Isle of Wight. He told me to drop by early in the morning before the pool got too crowded.

"How early?" I asked.

"7.30." he said.

I lay in bed thinking of him all night. I'd never seen anyone quite like him. Or quite so beautiful. Although living on an island near a port you get to see a lot of black sailors who hit the shore and score with the local women. And men too. You also get to see a lot of mulatto babies, as these casual visitors tend to leave behind more than their seaman semen to remember them by. In the politically incorrect days of my childhood my mother used to tell me that they had 'a touch of the tar brush.' Little did I know at the time that I was going to grow up and get the full mandingo in Malaga.

Well, next morning I gave quite a performance of being a nervous beginner. I naturally thrilled to his touch when he supported my butt and head and taught me how to float. I put my hands out as he told me and one 'accidentally' came into contact with his crotch. I let it stay there a tad too long so there was no disguising my intentions.

"I can't here and now," he said but his dick contradicted him and hardened to my touch. "Meet me where they rent out the bicycles. At four o'clock."

Since there was nobody around he let me fondle his dick a bit. He even let me slip my trembling fingers down the front of his swim trunks. His dick was piping hot in spite of the cold water.

"That's enough for now," he said as if I was helping myself to too much trifle or something.

But by now I was really floating. Floating on air and water. His dick was out of this world. Just the kind of sausage I had always looked forward to being able to consume. Breakfast and lunch in a big black human brunch. Naturally I was there well before four and busied myself examining the bikes.

"Rent one out," he said when he arrived. He was a man of few words. "And I'll follow you."

I did as my black master commanded and set off down the road excited to know that soon I was going to be his willing slave. He overtook me eventually and I followed him. Visions of being fucked to a frazzle between the palm trees flashed through my mind. Instead he cycled into the grounds of a beautiful villa. "I'm house-sitting," he said. "It's one of my part-time jobs."

We were both hot and bothered by now and not only because of our trip through the blistering sun. He obviously wanted me as much as I wanted him. The villa had high walls around it and a huge swimming pool. "Let's go for another swim," he said. Only this time he stripped down to the buff and I saw what a beautiful butt he had. I followed him into the water uncertain whether to let him see I could swim or not. I decided to stay in the shallow end.

"You want me to fuck you inside or outside?" he said.

He was as straightforward as his dick, which stood out in front of him demonstrating his interest.

"Both," I said without any hesitation.

"First show me how well you can float," he said lying with his elbows against the edge of the pool letting his legs and dick stretch out.

I forgot all about pretending to be a lame duck in the water and made a nosedive right on in there.

"I see you can swim too," he said smiling.

I didn't answer. I was too busy drinking the drops that clung to his chocolate-coated balls and letting my tongue travel up the long thick funnel of his dick.

"Do you like to suck dick?" he asked rather unnecessarily.

"Very much," I said.

"It's all yours," he said manoeuvring it into my mouth.

It was like a slippery eel in the water and eventually we had to work our way onto the edge of the swimming pool so my jowls could get a better grip. I'd never had such a mouthful but he groaned and pulled my hair and spurred me on and I manipulated my jaws to accommodate him. Man it was awesome and besides blowing him I almost blew my chances of being fucked as he came in globs in the goblet of my mouth and rich cream splashed out and mixed with the chocolate of his chest. It had me lapping at his front like a famished wolfhound. God, it tasted good.

"Don't worry," he said as I licked my lips contentedly. "There's plenty more where that came from. I'll have a refill all ready for you soon. I've got reserves and resources that will surprise you."

I didn't doubt it and only a short time later he was fucking me under the palm trees as I'd earlier envisaged. He fucked me till my ass was fuller than an overflowing fountain and the power of his piston reminded me of the cream dispensers they use on layer cakes. And man did I feel like some layer cake by the time he'd finished with me. Actually it was more like I was liquid cake mix. My bones had completely dissolved and his chocolate dick had turned my ass to fudge.

"Fucking hell," I said in quick succession. "Fucking, fucking, fucking hell!!" Only it wasn't hell, it was heaven. But for some reason nobody ever says fucking heaven although I'm sure that's what they mean sometimes. He turned me over like a flapjack and fucked me in positions not even to be found in the kama sutra. And that was only for starters. There was a brief interlude while he grilled some steaks and we drank some beer and then it was inside the palatial villa and mega-fucks on the marble floor. He'd laid a protective sheet over the double bed in the master bedroom but his dick had the strength of an oil derrick and I was halfway up the wall and hitting the ceiling before we ended up growling and grinding on the floor and I nearly got my brains and butt bashed out as he drove his way deep, deep into my ass touching places where no other dicks had been and causing me to cry out in pain and erupt with pleasure.

"Fucking hell," I cried as he plugged and chugged me.

"Don't you know any other words?" he asked.

"No, and I don't know any dicks like yours." I said. "Fuck me you fucker."

He grabbed me by the legs and made me do a backward somersault against the wall.

"You needn't worry," he said menacingly. "I'm going to fuck you twice for every sneaky look you took at me by the side of that pool and give you something you won't forget in a long, long time."

I lay back and waited in utter joy knowing just how many of those looks there had been. He was as good as his word. And he counted and looked into my eyes before and after every single thrust. I've never felt such power in my love channel and he kept revving up and fucking me harder and faster. It was like having an outboard motor up there. Then, for the first time, he kissed me as we came. It was fucking great. Absolutely awesome. His tongue was as thick and hard as his dick and had just as much force in its thrust. I felt like I was being fucked from both ends at the same time. And he jerked me off till my dick creamed in ecstasy.

God man, I wish I had a video to show you. I wish I had a video to show myself.

Next day I was back on the cruise liner. My dick completely immune from irresistible twinks. In fact it was a few days before I could even raise an eyelash. Or sit on my butt.

I couldn't resist leaving my name and address with Mandingo. I never did find out his real name. There never seemed to be enough time for small talk and the finer matters of life.

I'm not sure he will seek me out although he said I was the best fuck he'd ever had. Also it was one of his dreams to visit England one day. I hope he comes. I can't really see him on a yacht on the Isle of Wight but I'm sure he'll still find lots of ways to send people flying overboard. Most of them happily screaming 'fucking hell' as they go. On that you can bet your bottom dollar.