Troller

Royce’s parents were lovely. Lasagna was my new favorite food besides pastries, and we had more space than either of us knew what to do with. While I was excited to spend time with Royce’s parents, I somewhat missed our clean but sparse room back on Royce’s boat.

Royce stopped kissing me long enough to call out a voice command. “Cabin, dim the lights seventy percent.”

The lights dimmed, and I was in awe. “Is everything voice-activated?” 

“Not everything. There’s a panel on the wall too. It seemed too bright, and I didn’t want to put you down long enough to mess with the controls.”

He put me on the bed and pressed himself into me. His lips were warm and slick from our kissing, and his beard rasped in the most delightful of ways. I wanted more of his sun-warmed skin against mine. 

“Fast or slow?” He asked. 

“Fast. Fast, Royce. Please. I need you.” Maybe the wine was doing more of the talking than I wanted to admit, but the need to be naked with him was overwhelming. Clothes came off, and Royce lifted me easily and put us up further on the bed. 

When his hardness brushed mine, I pressed my hips up for more, and Royce pressed himself down onto me. His mouth devoured mine as he found a quick rhythm to start with. As the frenzy cooled a little. He pulled back, then sat back on his heels and looked around. I was half in his lap with my knees on either side of him, our cocks gently touching each other with the sway of the boat. 

“There.” I pointed to a drawer. He reached over and opened it, took out the bottle, and thankfully didn’t ask. I had looked but wasn’t surprised to find, like Royce, that the men that owned this boat made sure it was well stocked with supplies. 

Royce opened the bottle and poured what he needed into his hand. He took one large hand and pulled me further up his lap while he wrapped his other large, lube-covered hand around both of us and began a slower pace that was driving me to squirm. I thrust my cock into his hand and used his body for leverage where I could. 

“Royce,” I breathed. “That feels so good, love.”

He went a bit faster, and I covered my face as I panted. I could feel myself on that delicious drop-off, waiting for the deep water of pleasure to engulf me. Instead, Royce rolled us. I hadn’t realized I was being moved until his hand left me and an arm scooped me off the bed. 

Royce looked up at me, and I looked down at him, heart beating fast, face hot from my near orgasm. He reached for the lube again and poured more on his hand. When his lube hand reached for my crease and then slipped a finger between my cheeks to tap at my hole, I clawed at his chest, grasping hair. Royce gasped in response. 

He slowly inched one of his thick fingers into me, and I rocked back on it, pressing it in further. I reached between us and clasped our stiff spires, and worked them over the best I could. I was never quite able to wrap my hand around us both the way Royce could, but I still made him moan for my efforts. 

When he pressed in a second finger, I slowed down with my hand. I wanted him inside me. I wanted us to come together. The burning warmth felt so good, and I knew Royce would feel that much better. I pressed back a little more, rotating my hips to work his fingers in deeper. 

“Royce, please,” I begged. 

Royce nodded and pulled out his fingers. He dumped more lube in his hand, took hold of himself, lifted my ass, and set me perfectly on the crown of his cock. I never failed to be impressed with his strength and deftness, especially while we had sex. 

I wiggled my way onto his shaft, slowly sliding down until there wasn’t any more to take. We sat there a moment, reveling in the feeling. When his hands gripped my ass cheeks and started to move me with slow lifts up, I didn’t try to speed things up. Everything tingled. The lights in the room seemed to dance like the stars outside. My whole body was drawn up tight, waiting, needing exactly what Royce gave me. 

He moved me a little faster, and I reached for my dick. I began to stroke myself at the pace Royce had set. Needy moans left my lips as he drew out then pressed his whole length back in. I enjoyed the fullness of it. When he pulled out again but angled himself to push at that sensitive spot he’d found in me, I cried out. I was impressed by how much leverage he had from his prone position with my weight on top of him.

“Again, love. Please. I’m so close, Royce.” I leaned down to kiss him, and he nearly slipped out of me. When I leaned back, he pressed in, just so far, and pulled back out. He made small, quick thrusts into me, right over that spongy flesh that never failed to drive me wild with need. I felt my genitals tighten and throb in my hand. A few more thrusts later and I spilled my seed onto Royce’s chest. 

“Fuck, love, that was good,” he grunted and pushed into me completely, which caused me to spurt again, and then I felt Royce swell inside of me. He thrust hard and fast, and I rode him.

“Yes, my love, that’s it. Give me your seed,” I panted.

“Fuck, Troller, fuck,” he cried out as he groaned with one final thrust and came. His hands squeezed my hips to stop me from moving, but I pressed myself down onto him and clenched my hole around him. He cried out again and squeezed harder. “Mercy, please. Mercy,” he panted, then chuckled as I let up. We smiled at each other as we caught our breath.

When he finally softened, I leaned forward and let him slip out of me. The product of our lovemaking cooled on our skins, pressed between us. I rested my face on Royce’s chest. He wrapped his large muscled arms around me, sighed, and seemed relaxed. 

“We should clean up,” I suggested. 

“Sure. One more minute,” Royce said.

He groaned as I rolled off of him. “Look, the shower is big enough for both of us. Or at least it looks that way. Help me clean up?” He seemed to come to life at that offer. I held out my hand, and he took it as he levered himself out of bed. 

When we slipped back into bed, Royce pulled me close and kissed my forehead. Right as we were about to drift off to sleep, he asked a question. 

“How do your people have sex? When you changed, I noticed you didn’t have um,” he paused. 

“A penis?”

“Yeah.”

I laughed and buried my head in his chest.

“What?! I’m curious.”

“Uh, huh,” I said in a mild tone that meant I knew there was more than curiosity. “We have pouches. It keeps our genitals safe and eases swimming. You wouldn’t want to swim very far with your genitals hanging out.”

Royce laughed. “I can imagine.”

“ We have to move the flaps to engage in intercourse.” I could see Royce’s eyes widen in the dim lights. I kissed him. “I’ll show you tomorrow.”

“Promise?” He wiggled his eyebrows. 

“Promise.” I kissed him and sighed contentedly. “Cabin lights off.”

As the room went dark, we snuggled closer to each other. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect day, and tomorrow was set to be even better.