My Massive Cumshot on VACAYA's Floating Red Light District Astounded a Dozen Horny Men
They applauded as I shot a demon's worth of cum from my throbbing cock.
Illustration by Eric Lesh (@edldraws)
I recently partnered with VACAYA and attended their LBGTQ+ takeover in Puerto Vallarta over Halloween. I previously wrote about my first night on their floating Redlight District. (I’d read that one first before jerking off to this bad boy.)
Here’s what happened on my final night out at sea.
I arrived at the double-decker BDSM catamaran early for an erotic photo shoot. Luckily, the water was (relatively) calm, so I wasn’t bouncing in and out of frame as the waves struck the ship.
I specifically requested to shoot with Jordan (NSFW) because—for one, I love that man dearly—and, two, we’ve shot titillating soft-core art together countless times. (I mean, we’ve also fucked a bunch. We did date, after all.) Not only does our chemistry reach the moon and back, but we also know how to make love to the camera. He’s our third, and when the three of us get together, our ménage à trois yields delectable photographs.
(The photos aren’t available now, but don’t you worry; when they are, you WILL be seeing them.)
When the shoot ended, I was horny (for obvious reasons). Unfortunately, we boarded the ship early to shoot, before the guests arrived, so the boys were nowhere in sight, excluding one man. I first noticed his butt because that is what I tend to notice first about someone. Jimmy was the definition of a fat-ass white boy. I was like, Damn, good for you before asking myself Does this count as appropriation?
Since I was planting seeds to later plant seeds, I struck up a conversation with him. He shared that he recently read Boyslut: A Memoir and Manifesto. It spoke to him, and now, he was on a sexual exploration journey, which led him to a queer sex boat wearing a matching black cap and jock.
There wasn’t anything explicit in our conversation, and yet, my blood was sprinting south. I’ve always liked being people’s sexual Sherpa—so much so that I’ve made it my career. I won’t go as far as to say it’s “my calling,” but it’s a passion that brings me immense joy.
However, the impact of my work typically exists in the abstract. People tell me what they’re up to on social media. They say how my work has changed their lives, and I read it while lying on my queen bed with the broken frame that I really need to replace. They’re not sitting beside me—their ass bursting out from their jockstrap—on a boat with a sex sling soon to be filled with men filling men.
It was like seeing the impact of my work rendered in 3D. And since my work is sex, it makes sense I’d get a little hot and bothered.
The tender arrived right at 10, and on it, a couple of dozen men all looking to fuck. Shortly after, the second tender arrived, dropping off the next batch of boys. Suddenly, the catamaran was filled with men grunting. I did a lap with Jordan to see if anyone in particular caught my eye. Upstairs, by the sling, there was a man violently choking on cock—just downing this meatstick, his throat protruding, tears in his eyes. I didn’t know if I wanted to be him or if I wanted to use him.
I watched from afar, my dick growing stiffer by the second. From their dynamic, I learned that they were dating, and when they have sex, it’s a very D/s dynamic. I pulled up next to the two of them, my dick hard. “Can your faggot suck my cock?” (I knew who to ask, and it wasn’t the man on his knees.)
To be clear, I don’t call everyone a faggot, but I know how to read a (sexual) room. And this cock sucking faggot absolutely loved the F-word hurled at him.
“Yeah, I think he’s earned more cock,” the Dom said.
The Faggot took a loud and exaggerated inhale as if he was about to go to deep-sea diving without an oxygen tank. In one fell swoop, he deep-throated me. His lips were around the base of my cock. His tongue was out, licking my testicles. He let out a high-pitched Velociraptor squawk, and his boyfriend smacked the back of his head, making him gag. I let him come up for air, and he took a deep breath.
“I don’t know how much more I can handle,” he said before swallowing me whole. The message was mixed, but I let him continue to do his thing. “I really am not sure how much more I can do,” he said, coming up for air, before again, on his own volition, sucking me tip to base.
“Alright, that’s enough cock for you,” his boyfriend said. “No!! I want more,” the cock-hungry Faggot cried. Truly a man after my own heart. I couldn’t help but laugh, but decided they needed to figure out their shit, so with my hard dick covered in spit, I went downstairs to see if anyone wanted to finish what the cock goblin started.
A man was sitting on the stairs, tying his high-top sneakers. “Excuse me,” I said as I squeezed by—but there was no way for me to walk down the staircase without my fat dick swinging next to his face.
He looked at my cock, then me, then my cock again. I gave him a nod, and he started gently massaging my testicles, stroking my base, and swirling his tongue on my head.
A man attempted to come down the staircase. “Sorry, boys,” he said, interrupting our scene to squeeze through. We were undeniably a fire hazard.
Georgie stood up, and before dropping to his knees in a less obstructive space, I suggested he bend over the railing of the boat so that I could eat his ass.
“Oh my God. Yes!” he replied. He had the excitement of a lonely only child learning he was about to have a baby sister.
He learned over the railing, stood on his tippy toes, and spread his cheeks. He tasted like caramelized butter. (I have no idea what gay men are putting into their assholes these days, but honestly, I live.) He took a whiff of a poppers. Accompanied by Jimmy, Jordan saw the action and surreptitiously handed me a bottle of lube.
“You want this dick, Georgie?” I asked. “Please!” he said giddily. I squirted the lube on my cock and slid right in. I looked over the ship to see a feeding frenzy of barracudas aggressively devouring minnows. (Okay, so they weren’t actually barracudas and minnows, but I don’t know fish, and they LOOKED like them.)
“It’s beautiful!” Georgie said. It really was, especially since the ship’s lights brightened their frenzy. “Poetic,” I added. I looked around to see the barracudas and minnows on the ship, wondering who was about to have the pleasure of getting devoured.
Holding on the railing in front of him, I angled my hips to get my dick deeper inside of him, reaching his “second” hole. “HOLY SHIT!” he said. His childlike wonder was gone, and all that was left was a grown-ass man getting his guts rearranged.
“Ohhhh yeah,” Georgie said between deep breaths. I swooped my hips up into him, giving the illusion of having an even bigger cock.
“That’s my man,” I said as his hole quivered around me.
“This feels amazing, but I need a break,” Georgie said. “Let me blow you.” So I headed to a free bench, lying on top of it, my erect dick prominent for all to see. Georgie started working his magic. He tapped the base of my cock like a recorder while he fondled my testicles. My dick would involuntarily twitch at his light touch. He gently stroked my shaft, and when his hand reached my head, he would barely touch it. The tease. THE TEASE.
When he added pressure to my base, I felt ready to explode—I was on the cusp but couldn’t. I let my eyes roll the back of my head in pleasure. I was zoned out in bliss, unaware of the audience forming around us, waiting for me to shoot my load. For about an hour, Georgie blew me. Yes, it was that long. When I told him he could stop, as I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to finish—he wasn’t having it. “Relaxxxxxxx,” he said. “Just enjoy it.”
And so, without feeling guilty for taking my sweet time, I relaxxxxed. I reveled in the slow sloppiness and the way he used his hands to stimulate parts of my genitals that usually don’t get any love during a BJ.
“Stick a finger in my ass,” I said, and he gently slid his middle finger into my hole. “THERE IT IS,” I said. He wiggled his finger. “You are TIGHT,” he replied.
I really am always so damn tight. It’s a problem. I mean, not for the boys. They love my tight, hairy hole, but for me, it’s a problem. He took his time loosening me up before he slipped a second finger and then a third. He had reached his knuckles, and unless I was going to get fisted that evening (I was not), that is where his hands would remain. He sped up his stroke while using his mouth. It was one fluid motion; I couldn’t tell where his hand ended and his mouth began.
His hand-playing puppeteer in my asshole was revving up, too. “Oh, shit! OH, SHIT!”
“Yes, Daddy, let it out. You’re so built up,” Georgie replied. I opened my eyes to see about two dozen men standing around me. Georgie went to suck my head as I came, but I had to put on the show. I needed the boys to know how hard and much I could shoot. So I pushed his head back a foot and told him to keep his mouth open. I shot my first squirt directly into Georgie’s mouth—three-pointer. SWISH! (The boys applauded.) My second squirt shot directly onto his chin. (The boys gasped.) And the third thick load shot onto my hairy chest. (The boys licked their lips.)
“Thank you,” I managed to say between heavy breaths. You’d have thought I just ran a marathon. “No, thank you!” Georgie said. This man truly was a sex angel sent down from the horny gods themselves. I let myself rest there for a few minutes before deciding my night was over.
I won’t say I had “won” the evening, but I was definitely one of the more popular men on the Redlight District. And next year, I plan to top bottom it. Next year on VACAYA, I will be taking loads. And hopefully, Georgie will be there, sucking my cock as the boys fill me up.