10/7/03 Jamaica`s close call..... One of the first stops we made was in Jamaica. Athan and I got off the ship to enjoy some shopping and take in the culture. As we were crossing the street at one point. Natural instinct for me had my hand in his. We weren`t exactly skipping across the boulevard. However, the locals took great notice in our actions. Toto, you`re not in Kansas anymore. Those locals started cat calling us and making fun. Walking UP the street some more. Cops caught UP with us. Letting us know it was quite dangerous to be doing what we were doing. The customs in their island weren`t OK with acts of homosexuality. Yikes! "Do you see those men behind you?", says one cop. Yes, I certainly do. "They are waiting for you," says the cop. "I don`t want to have to be investigating a homicide," says the cop! Well, friends, fans and family! Neither did I! So, UP to Margaritaville we went. Big tourist trap on the island where I felt we would be safe. Had some lunch. Went back to the ship! Close call, eh? Back on the ship we were able to resume our normal behavior. Just enjoying one another`s touch as we saw fit. Through out the cruise we were skirting a storm or two along the way. Hearing thunder in the distance. The sky being lite UP with electrical spider webs. I love the storms. Gets me horny! LOL! OK, hornier? Expressing my love of storms to Athan. He and I played in the completely darkened state room. The only light was the green indicator light from my phone charger. The green hue spilled on to Athan`s face. His lips as they split apart were glowing in it! So fucken hot to watch! The thunder would clap. I would grab Athan`s head. Waiting for the light display across the sky. As it would begin to splinter. I would push his lips further down my shaft! In total unison of the storm. I was so turned on by the whole scenario. Bringing him close to my body as my hands roamed the back sides. His skin smooth and silky. Glowing also from the baby oil he baths in every day! No sounds except the storm, my moans, the water as the ship sails through it and his movements over my body with his expert mouth. Once I get hard as a rock. He is no longer able to take the entire piece of meat in to his throat. Just going half way down is sufficient though. Just past "that" point! Taking Monster all the way to the base is a wonderful feeling. Once fully erect and charged UP. He can be quite a mouthful. Back teeth becoming our enemy. "Yours is the first cock I haven`t been able to take all the way," says the sexy as hell, glowing in green light, young man between my legs! Of course, that`s music to Monster! He loves to hear that sort of adoration. The smile that plays across Athan`s face as he is looking UP at me. Saying those words. He loves it when I spray my load on his face. I am not one to argue with that! I keep him happy not only that night with my infamous load. But all through out the cruise! Laying down beside him. Spent from our hour or so Monster worship. Taking that boys face in mine. Kissing the swollen redness of his lips. I fall asleep watching the storm play out as my eyes close. Resting my hands on Athan`s hip. What a vacation. Next UP on the journal entry will be about how Club Pittsburgh and my fan base came out in force on my visit there! Until then..... Keeping it hard and well lubed..... Michael and Monster Brandon