Pairing: BJCD

Cynthia knew that getting the presentation done definitely was the easy part. She followed Desire and Justin back to the boat that would take them back to the ship. She has taken care of Brian more often than Justin could imagine. They knew each other. Brian didn’t bother to hide from her. She knew. She always knew. As they rode to the ship, Justin explained what had happened and how stubborn he was being. She laughed. “You expect him any other way. He has to control or at least pretend he was still in control.”

Justin laughed. “I know. I was surprised he gave in and let us get you. Maybe, he figured that you would see right through the act.”

As they rode, they got to know each other and made plans to deal with Brian. This was not a light concussion. This was one that would pull you down for weeks. Even though you would get it under control somewhat, it would nag at you, tugging you down with pain for weeks. Cynthia reminded the two of them that Brian had ways of dealing with pain and he wouldn’t allow it to stop him for long. They nodded in unison. Cynthia took it all in. Their little looks, whispers, nuances told her a story she couldn’t quite grasp. Brian was gay. Brian didn’t do pussy yet somehow that was what she was getting. Also, Justin was involved. This made no sense. But, she wondered. If it were true… Could she…could her…she dare not think it. Then she couldn’t help herself, all these years wanting and accepting that it would never happen and now things didn’t look so black and white. Why now? As Justin and Desire talked, Cyn’s mind danced in areas she had learned to curb. She wanted Brian, even if it was only going to be one time and even if it would change their relationship forever, yet Brian had Desire. She was sure of it and they were still friends. Suddenly, she spoke.

“Desire, you have slept with Brian and from the way Justin has been acting I say you have slept with him too. Am I correct?” Justin and Desire had moved away from Cynthia so that she couldn’t hear their conversation. They had been discussing Brian and how they were going to handle him. Nothing had been said about their previous encounter. They were stunned.

“What are you smoking Cyn?”

“Nothing. Now spill. If you don’t tell me Brian will.”

This upset Justin visibly. His eyes were looking everywhere but straight at Cyn. That said a lot. Cyn knew she was right. Brian has never lied to her and if she asked him point blank, he would tell her she was out of line but then he would nod or give her the answer. Sometimes, it took a few minutes or tries, but he always came though. He would tell her. He and Desire had a past and it was a sexual one. Why did he allow them to connect again? Why isn’t Justin angry? She kept thinking it out and realized they probably had a threesome. Shit. She was arriving in the middle of something. She decided to change the subject.

“Justin, how have you been doing? Any attacks?”

“The abrupt change in subject surprised him and he let out a sigh of relief though he knew it wasn’t the end. He answered honestly knowing that Cyn knew all about him. She had to know. She had to be his contact.

“I have had a few bad bouts. One at the dining room table. Brian had to carry me to the room once. Desire helped. That was an interesting time. Got to know Desire very well. Now, I will have three watching over me on this cruise. When will I be able to be alone again, Cyn?” He asked this wistfully. Cyn heard the cry within the words. She wanted to go to him and hold him and tell him that all would be okay, but she knew it may never be okay.

“I don’t know, Jus. These things take time. Have you had any nightmares.”

“Not really, but Brian has.” Cyn took that tidbit into herself and stored it for when she needed it. This has not been the cruise of romance forgetting their troubles like Brian had hoped. Maybe now, Desire and she could get them to relax. With the presentation, she knew it wasn’t gonna happen but she was gonna give it her best shot. She was going to get Desire to help her. She had to. These boys, her boys needed to learn to relax and have fun. Maybe the next port she could get to see.

When they got back, they found Brian sitting by check-in waiting for her and smiling. She knew then that he was in trouble. Their eyes locked and he knew he wasn’t fooling her one bit. His eyes betrayed the pain and more. Check-in accomplished, Brian gave in and asked for help. The steward took the luggage to their rooms. Cyn’s luggage went to the room next to Brian’s and the art supplies went to Brian’s. The three helped Brian to a wheelchair against all his outbursts. He was outnumbered. They ran the wheelchair to his room speeding all the way making a game of it. Each took a turn to see if one could run it faster jostling Brian. Yes, it hurt, but Brian gritted his teeth trying to hide how much it did hurt. The others caught glimpses of his pain. The main reason that they were doing it was to see the amount of pain Brian was really experiencing. When they did they just gave each other a high five. There was a method to their madness. They wanted him to acknowledge how hurt he was—at least to himself.

As they traversed the corridors of the ship, Cyn spoke to Desire. “Hey, we have to talk. Share notes.” Brian glared at her. Cynthia always kept his secrets. This was out of character. They laughed. How had he lost control? The girls helped him back into bed and ordered room service for the four of them. As they waited, Cyn asked question after question. She wanted to keep up on her boss. She had to know about Desire. “How did the two of you meet up on this cruise? How long have you known each other? You knew each other around college. Did you do the deed? The questions kept coming like they were on a firing line. Brian was too tired to get testy. This façade was wearing him out. Finally, he just gave into the pain. “Call Dr. Mayflowers. I need to talk to him.” They all looked at each other. Brian rarely gave in. He must be in more pain then even they imagined. Justin made the call. Dr. Mayflowers came and gave him a shot of Demerol which knocked him out for the rest of the day and night. Not a great thing for Brian. It left the girls to talk, compare notes, and make a plan.

As they talked about Brian, the inevitable happened. They talked about sex. Gay sex, bisexual sex, and straight sex. Between the four of them were two gay boys, a straight and a bi who was into BDSM. Cynthia was fascinated about that. She had heard about it but had thought it was hedonistic and sexually perverse, being sadomasochistic. Desire explained how loving and how pleasurable it was. As they talked they moved closer to each other, at least Desire was doing the moving. Cyn was not reacting adversely. The idea of even getting to explore Fanning Island even for a few hours became a thing of the past. When they had started talking, Desire and Cyn had planned on going back after Brian was put down. The animal sexuality that was Desire matched only Brian’s in intensity and Cyn was caught in her web.

At the same time, Justin was acquainting himself with the art supplies. Oohs and ahs kept escaping. These supplies were top of the line and so expensive. He knew what Brian wanted and he started to sketch his thoughts. He worked straight into the night while sitting closely watching over Brian. He ordered room service several times to keep up his strength. That thought made him laugh. He could hear Brian saying that he was always hungry. As he looked at his lover sleeping in bed, he said to himself that he was hungry for something else as well and he had seen a slight tent in the sheets even if Brian was knocked out. He swallowed his last bite and knew he wanted to swallow something else. Brian hadn’t had sex since it happened because of the pain. Brian was in a drug-induced sleep but it seemed his dick had other ideas. So did Justin’s at the sight before him. He had undressed Brian after the girls and the doctor had left. They had gotten him down to his briefs and muscle shirt, but Justin knew Brian preferred being completely naked. Now he pulled the sheets away and he pulled his clothes off or what was left of them. He snuggled in and touched Brian’s cock with his tongue and immediately it responded. Justin swallowed it whole and buried himself into that soft nest of hair, causing the scent of Brian to assault him. How he had missed it these last days. He licked the hairs over and over again. The sweat of the day mixed well with Brian’s manly aroma and Justin always loved to nuzzle. Now time was not a problem. No immediate need, just a loving task to give Brian dreams so sweet while he slept. Justin grabbed a pillow putting it under Brian so that he could get more access. As he moved to the pink pleasure unit, he spread the cheeks wide. His tongue darted in and out tasting his man. Ah! The taste so sweet. Sweaty, salty and sweet. The combination was heady even for him. Maybe it was the naughtiness of what he was doing. It was one thing to wake up Brian with a morning blowjob, but this was illicit, exciting because he knew Brian wouldn’t wake up. He felt like a thief. As he took his time enjoying Brian’s bud he knew he would have to go back to the stick. Ah! The taste of precum, but how was he going to get off. He was enjoying himself too much. When he couldn’t hold off his thoughts, his tongue moved up to the two orbs and he played with them, squeezing, pinching the sac, sucking, and licking. Then he moved back to the shaft and saw how hard it had become. Throbbing and its vein pulsing, reddish-purple in color, the mushroom slit oozing, Justin licked its offering. He knew it wouldn’t take long. Up and down on the shaft went his tongue, faster and faster he went because he wanted it. He had to have the prize. Then at the bottom, he gripped it hard with his mouth squeezing and the flow shot into him in explosive streams. He was so strung out on Brian’s essence. He felt woozy. Now he needed more. He was throbbing as he looked down, he was reddish-purple also and ready. He didn’t want to stroke it off. Brian was acting comatose. He decided he needed release and he rubbed himself against Brian’s leg and crotch. He moved fast and furious, the tension within him mounting and before he knew it, he was there squirting all over Brian. Justin collapsed on top of him, exhaustion taking hold, he dozed off. His cum wet and sticky between them.

The girls’ chit-chat became quiet as their attraction took over. Cynthia had known that she would have sex on the ship, but she had never figured on the first night or with a female. She had wondered how it would be with another girl more than once, especially after she had gotten to know Brian. She just never expected to experiment and especially not with one of Brian’s conquests. Should she say it was the other way around? Two Alphas—one male and one female. That must have shot a few sparks.

Desiree bent toward her, gripped her neck, and their eyes locked. The question asked and answered. They had shared a few drinks which had loosened Cyn up. Desire had spotted her and had licked her lips earlier in the day. As soon as she had laid eyes on her she knew that she had to possess her. She made sure she drank less so she was on top of things. She didn’t want to pass out tonight. Desire told Cynthia all she could about Brian and then about Brian and Justin on the ship. This had excited Cynthia and she was wet, very wet and hot and bothered as well. The first kiss was not the least bit tentative. Desire was forceful and immediately gained entrance. Their tongues fought but she knew that Cyn would let her guide the way. Slowly, as they kissed, Dee removed Cyn’s clothes. As the dress and then the bra and panties came off, Dee sucked, licked and caressed each area. Cyn lay spread out wanton for Dee’s touches. Cyn had started to call Desire Dee because she wanted her own pet name for her. Dee was gentle with her. She pleasured her and held back on her other passions. She had time to get her involved with those tools. Desire would feel her out. Who knows maybe she has found someone who could tie her down. She just had to get her to realize her potential. Women were different than men. Women could swing both ways easier. It had to do with our makeup. We loved easily and quickly and it didn’t matter the gender. To pass over to sex after you loved someone was a way of showing that love, a strong way. Love and sex became interrelated for females. Males separated the two. She knew she could get Cyn to love her if she decided. After all, they had Brian and Justin in common.

Desire kissed Cyn’s ears, eyes, nipples, shoulders, neck and worked her way down. Cynthia cooed, sighed, groaned and moaned. What she was feeling she had never felt before. Dee was taking her time pleasing and pleasuring Cynthia. She knew what women loved and rarely got from most men especially the wham, bam, thank you ma’am types. Most men were into their pleasure and didn’t take the full time to get a woman close to the edge before they came. Self-gratification was their goal. Get their kicks and then roll over and go to sleep leaving their mate dangling—close but not fully finished. Even if a woman comes off, she can go again and again. She needed to be satiated.

Desire moved down to the volcano that was hot and bubbling. Her tongue took its place and licked the slit and then she nibbled on her lips around the prize. The clit covered more space than just the hole, its nerves were in need of play. Desire worked those nerves causing Cyn to thrash in the bed screaming stop. Except stop meant go. The intensity she was feeling was scaring Cynthia and Desire knew she had to get her past this point. She was at the brink, afraid to totally let go, totally abandon all control and so she was screaming stop. Yet, she wanted to feel. She wanted to know what it felt like to totally let go. Desire whispered soft words of encouragement.

“You don’t want to really stop. You like that, don’t you? You want more, don’t you? You taste so good, Cyn. I need more of you. Give me more of you. Squirt me Cyn. Wet my face. Squeeze my face. That’s it.”

Soon she added her fingers to her tongue action. First one, then two, then three making sure that they rubbed against her G-spot as her tongue played with the clit. Some women didn’t even realize they had two spots of pleasure in one small area. Cyn squirmed. She was working her, her rhythmic pulsing and thrusting getting faster as Cyn’s needs grew more demanding. Cyn got one orgasm after another but no real ejaculation. Dee had to get her to allow herself that pleasure. She worked her for hours not allowing her to recoup until she finally through exhaustion let down her last defense and Desire was rewarded with a stream of delicious tasty discharge of cum. Dee collapsed beside Cyn afterwards and pulled Cynthia into her arms. They slept together like that all night. It was an experience Cyn would never forget.

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