Gay cruising stories

I picked up norovirus about halfway through the sailing and was bedridden for the final three days.

Norovirus is a contagious virus that spreads through direct contact with an infected person or surface and causes diarrhea, vomiting, nausea and stomach pain. I wasn’t sure how they’d react to thousands of openly gay men taking over their cruise ship.

Once on board, I realized my concerns were overblown.

I was fucking loving this, having two cocks to suck and hearing both these guys moaning while using my mouth.

I looked up and could see them making out with each other as I sucked their cocks.

I reached down and took my own hard cock in my hand and started wanking it, I was so fucking hard.

Then the first guy went behind me and pulled my hips up, so I was bent over, the other guy held my head to make sure I was still sucking his cock.

I felt my shorts being pulled down and then he pulled them over my trainers and fully off so apart from my t-shirt and trainers I was now naked, ass exposed. With a gentle touch on the back, easily rebuked. No way. I was too estrogenated and beautiful — my self esteem higher than that of the sad little fag I used to be — to allow myself to sneak into the overtly trans exclusionary bathhouse.

Hawk’s, in contrast, hosted a couple of bisexual nights a week.

I had a lot of questions about what to expect, given this was my second cruise ever and my first one with a queer tour operator.

Here are the top things I’d want someone considering or planning their first gay cruise to know.

People are friendly

The first thing that struck me about the sailing was that almost everyone was smiling and eager to interact.

It quite surprised me to know she was not a girl but since I was enjoying the chat with her, I didn’t´t mind and kept chatting with him. I was starting to feel more like I joined a nudist social club than a gay bathhouse. I fled.

In the courtyard, I soaked in the hot tub, my go-to move when I’m feeling nervous at a bathhouse and want to acclimate.

Picture the wedding dress-fitting scene from “Bridesmaids.” I was Kristen Wiig desperately trying to pretend she was enjoying her almonds — all in front of hundreds of other gay men. Then I could feel someone near me, and I heard what sounded like someone else wanking a cock.

"He's good" the voice said.

"Yeah, he's fucking great. Not contacting with him in a week.

Vacaya skews toward a more inclusive and welcoming experience for everyone (although it needs more work in this area). I want to sit in my warm perch, massaged by jets, and get a handle on the crowd, the dynamics, the language. The self-contained, high-traffic nature of a cruise ship makes it susceptible to outbreaks, and on a gay cruise, frequent person-to-person contact can increase your chances of getting sick.

My most unpleasant memories from this cruise included gathering the energy to make my way from my cabin to the buffet to eat something, anything, that would fill me up before my whole world came crashing down again.

No way?

With a look, searching for a look back.