3. GRIFFIN

Ryan took me to get some food from one of the onboard food stands. It was a tour of the worlds via taste. Some had sushi, others baked goods, but I went straight for the pizza stand. I'd been promised something greasy, and the way I imagined the oily pepperoni pizza dripping down my chin was semi-sexual.

The personal pizzas could become a problem. They didn't take long and they were the perfect size to eat in one short sitting.

Russell and Thom were talking as I sat with Ryan and relived the horror of what happened in the cabin earlier.

"So, do you think the two of you are compatible?" Ryan whispered.

"I do," I said between bites of pizza. "I think I'm going to test the waters, so to speak. But I don't want the illusion to have been broken because he saw me throwing up."

"Relax, if he like you then he won't even think about that," Ryan said. "But also, you didn't even tell him what you do yet?"

"It's not something I announce to people. I don't go around telling everyone I've been in catalogues and billboards for clothes brands," I said, looking around. I didn't want anyone knowing who I was. If my agent was here, she'd be slapping the pizza from my mouth and reminding me that there was a gym on board. "They'll be thinking I'm made of money, trying to see if I'll be their sugar Daddy, well, I'm not." It had happened before. Just because I was a top, people assumed I was a dominant. It was far from the truth. I was a submissive top, and I wanted a Daddy.

Ryan snatched a pepperoni from the top of my pizza. "Did he see any of your onesies yet? Or Snug Bug?"

"No, Snug Bug is under my pillow, and I don't want to introduce him until I'm fully sure he's into that type of play," I said. "But I know he's a bottom. So, the crew got that right when they were assigning the rooms out."

Ryan wiggled his brows at me. "So, even if he isn't interested in the Daddy play, he looks like a Daddy, so that's halfway solved. I think you should just go back to your room with him, get your sea legs, break the ice, and by the time you're finished, we'll be getting ready for the mixer tonight."

The hangover anxiety had turned into a hangover horn, and that was just as dangerous. I didn't want to go into this thinking solely with my dick. I still had to stay in the cabin with him for the next ten days. "We'll see how it goes," I mumbled before shoving the remainder of the pizza in my mouth. It was accepted with pleasure, but nothing to compare with the pizza I'd had in Milan or compete with the smell of the streets of Rome by the restaurants.

Russell was everything I'd thought about in a Daddy. He was tall, which was often hard to come by as I stood six-foot-one. He had a natural caring attitude, from giving me his granola bar to the seasickness tablet, and further yet, he radiated warmth, maybe that was because he'd absorbed so much of it in his tanned skin.

He placed his hand on the back of my chair, almost begging him to touch me again with the way he'd caressed my cheek to remove the crumbs earlier. "I was talking to Thom about the schedule, and I think I might end up joining on some of the nights," Russell said. "And maybe you as well." He nodded to me. "The only night I won't be able to make it is when we're at port in Lisbon, that night, my friend is hosting his drag cabaret event, it's a—"

"Is that the audience participation one?" Ryan perked up. "I was thinking about that. I love a good wig, but I think that's the same night as the top deck pool party."

"It is," Thom said.

"Are you being put in drag?" I asked.

He smirked. "Mick's been begging to put me in drag for years, so I told him I would, but only here, no phones, no pictures," Russell said, staring at me and nodding.

"I do love some good dress up," I said.

"Playing pretend is fun," he said, like he was speaking directly to my soul.

"Playing in general," Ryan came in. "There are plenty of events here where play is the theme. You know, there's a lot of things two people can play alone together in their cabin." He ended in a sing-song.

I hadn't really taken a look at the events or itinerary. I was relying on Ryan and Thom to guide me through the entire thing. I didn't even know if Russell was going to be compatible with me, so I hadn't left a lot of room for things to do with him, but that was the beauty about the entire thing. Nothing was set in stone, and I could absolutely do whatever I wanted, even go get another drink, then head back to the cabin and do some flirting.

"We're going to this cocktail bar before it gets busy," Ryan said, speaking to my mind. "They do the best frozen daiquiris, pineapple, strawberry, raspberry, peach."

"That sounds like a lot of competing flavors for one daiquiri," Russell said.

"No, those are individual ones," he said.

"I'm down for a daiquiri," I said, ready to indulge. I looked to Russell behind me. "What's your drink of choice?"

"Anything, really. But since we're on the sea, I'm feeling rum, like a pirate."

"That's one of the theme nights," Ryan said. "Pirates and Booty. That's after our night in Porto."

"Are you a pirate or a booty?" Russell asked, touching my shoulder.

"Maybe we should go get those daiquiris and find out," I said, reaching up and touching his hand. His warm touch had me begging to melt, but I kept my composure.

Every time I was taken anywhere on this ship, I was remixed about the sheer size of it. It was a floating city. There was no other explanation to it, this place probably had its own GDP that would match some smaller US cities. Thankfully, I had drinks and food packages paid for the trip, but some of the boujie places on board required bookings and were more expensive than some Manhattan bars.

The cocktail bar was tiki themed with small bamboo sticks everywhere and little pirate swords stabbed into the slushie cocktail drinks. It was all theatre here, and I could see how Ryan and Thom had become obsessed with taking these trips. Not only that, but everyone was part of the rainbow brigade and they showed out with their colors and body glitter. It was only the afternoon, and the glitter was already out, followed swiftly with the smell of poppers.

I sat at a table with a view of the sea and the sun rays bowing down on us.

"Wow." I sucked on the bamboo straw in my drink, getting an immediate hit of alcohol, followed by brain freeze as the icy slush went down. "Oh—oh—"

"Press your tongue to the roof of your mouth," Russell instructed, trying not to laugh. "It should help get rid of it faster."

I could barely process what he was saying. Whenever brain freeze hit, it was like the world ended and time froze. And I didn't learn my lesson either for the second suck of the cocktail. It was delicious, but freezing. I was enjoying the way Russell took care of me in my vulnerable brain frozen state.

"We'll leave you two together," Ryan said. "You can bond. Text me later, we'll meet up for the first night mixer. It's gonna be so much fun. Remember, don't get lost in any of the lesbian parties. It's usually signposted as girls only, just so you don't get an eyeful of boob."

"Got it," I said, screwing my eyes as I tried my best to avoid another hit to the brain from the icy drink.

Russell got his first brain freeze after that as we both raced to finish our drink first.

"I'm gonna be honest with you," I said, nearly slurring.

"Ok," he said. "You have a boyfriend, or something?"

"No, no, I—" I turned my head, my brows twisting together. "I like things, and I want to know if you like them as well."

Anyone around us could've been listening, and I suddenly didn't care about it. The alcohol had given me a tipsy hyper focus, casting a cone over the two of us, making me believe we were the only two people here.

He placed his hand on my knee under the table. "I might like them," he whispered. "I'm pretty open to trying new things as well. You don't get to my age without seeing a thing or two. Lay it on me."

I placed my hand on his knee, mimicking him, and before I could say anything else, I placed my lips against his. I hadn't been physically aware of how close our heads were, but that didn't matter. I was curious and cautiously attached to the way his warm face felt against mine, and his cold tongue was against my cold tongue. The taste of his pineapple lips around my strawberry mouth was delightful.

Usually, I wouldn't be so quick to make out with someone, but Russell was handpicked for me. And that earlier hangover horn was rearing it's pulsating head once more.

"We should take this downstairs," I said.

"You wearing saying something," he said. "Tell me what it is you like, I promise I won't judge you."

"Downstairs," I whispered. I didn't feel too comfortable revealing intimate details of my life now that I'd crossed out of the cone and into a state of hyper awareness about the people sitting around us. "Although you might already know."

He raised his brows and increased his hand grip on my inner thigh. "I think I might."

I hadn't been completely secretive of it, but I also just assumed people ignored obvious signs, however that probably said more about me and my ability to ignore the obvious.

We finished our drinks, giggling with each other as we got brain freeze again. I tried his, he tried mine, and together, as we kissed again, we exchanged the flavors from our lips and tongues. I hadn't imagined I'd have been this frisky on the trip, but here I was, replaying Ryan telling me, what happens at sea, sometimes stays at sea.

The cabin didn't seem as small when we got back to it. Our arms wrapped around each other at the waist, holding each other steady.

"Tell me," he said, once the door was closed. He held me against the wall, his leg between my legs, parting them. "What couldn't you say upstairs?"

"I'm into age play," I whispered, like a secret shame. If it got out, people wouldn't understand. It wasn't something people would consider a normal kink, which I considered to be something like feet. "It's—"

"I know what it is," he said. "I've been a Daddy before." He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. "You're a soft top, looking to play, and then—" He gulped, breathing heavy against me, his fruity breath was intoxicating, I wanted to stick my tongue in his mouth again.

"Yeah." He understood me. "I just want someone who doesn't just equal top to being dominant. I'm a submissive. Tell me what you want from me."

"I want you to be true to yourself," he said, kissing my cheek and down my neck. "And I kinda put that together. You've got cute, little onesies, a teddy under your pillow, and I saw you trying to hide coloring pages and crayons with the other onesies in your suitcase."

His affirmations and reassurances sent shivers through me. I was burning up for him, and I needed to get out of these clothes. It seemed his hands had the same idea as he unbuttoned my shirt for me, and I slipped my hands up his shirt, feeling his warm torso and hairy Daddy chest. I didn't want to stop playing around in all his body had to offer.

"How do you usually do this?" he said, pulling at all my erogenous zones and senses; my neck, my chest, a slither of my waist, right around where my muscle dips into the V-shape. "You like to dress in your onesie, lay on your back, and let me do all the pleasure work?"

"Yes, Daddy," I said, gasping for air in all the excitement. "I want you to pleasure me."

"Good boy. You want to pleasure me too?"

"Yes. Yes." I helped him out of his shirt, seeing that he'd been hiding a series of black and white outline tattoos all across his torso and upper arms. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with him, and it wasn't completely sexual in nature.

We were both naked. I was on my knees, exploring Daddy's body. He was uncut, the skin tight around his tip, but it was still my favorite type of cock. I licked and sucked on it like it was going to give me more strawberry daquiri, at least I knew the reward for this oral fixation wasn't going to leave me with brain freeze.

"Let me push the beds together," he said. "You put your onesie on. I wanna see how cute you look in it."

I didn't need to be asked twice to wear a onesie, especially not when he was already calling me cute. As Daddy rearranged the cabin, moving the bedside tables and pushing the beds together. I picked a onesie, a dark blue one with light blue spots, there was a hood with puppy ears and even a tail. I didn't zip it up the front because my hard cock needed space to show and wag around as I swung my hips, left to right, my cock thwapping at the onesie, getting Daddy's attention.

"There you are," he said, patting the bed now they made a double. "I want to see how much power those little hips of yours hold."

Getting close to him, I continued to wag my cock around until he took control, both hands on my hips, he direct my cock into his mouth. I was on cloud nine, and the sway of the ship hadn't bothered me once. In fact, it only helped push us together.

Daddy stood. His tanned naked hairy body in front of me. Not a single tan line. He was a naughty Daddy, tanning naked. I bit my bottom lip. "What do you want me to do?"

"Lay on the bed," he said. "I want to ride that cock."

I giggled. "I'm on PrEP."

"Me too. And recently tested, so, what do you wanna do?"

My devilish smile said everything. "Raw," I whispered. "I have lube."

"There's lube all of this ship," he said, and he wasn't wrong. There was a welcome box of lube packaged up for us in the bathroom too. "You lay down, I'll do all the work." Music to my ears.

I laid down on the bed, finding Snug Bug under the pillow. I pulled him into my arms as Daddy came back, but we were too late for introductions. I needed to put my dick in something warm immediately.

Daddy climbed on top of me, sitting on my thighs in front of my cock. He applied a little packet of lube to my cock, making sure to coat every inch, his warm touch helped the lube glide across it. And within seconds, he shuffled forward, playing a game of hide my meat as he positioned my cock at his hole, and accepted it with a warm embrace.

I moaned my hands coming up to take Daddy's face and hope he'd meet me half way for a kiss. He did more than that. He took control. Taking my hands, he placed them on his shoulders and leaned in against me, gently riding my cock like he'd been a professional at dressage. It worked, because I was the horse, and I was incredibly obedient to my rider.

"Good boy," he said, signaling my cock to throb in him. "You like the way Daddy feels?"

"You're so warm," I said, gasping through moans.

Picking my head up from the pillow with my hands still on his shoulders, he leaned in further to kiss me. I couldn't focus on any one part of his body. His lips, his tattoos, or his warm cock and balls as they resting on me, slapping down every time it seemed his horse was going over a hedge.

I couldn't control myself, and soon, Daddy was going to learn that this was all a culmination of hangover horn, a little alcohol, and encouragement from a friend. There was a couple minutes as he kept calling me a good boy and my cock was now throbbing with the purpose of readying itself for orgasm.

There was no speaking through the moans, masking my attempts at telling him what I was about to do. But he knew.

He stroked my face, increasing the rhythm of his back and forth on my cock. "Do it," he said. "Cum."

I filled him up, and he didn't stop. I continued cumming until my entire body grew sensitive. He grabbed his cock, and one tug later, he directed his cum on my stomach. It was warm, just like his touch, and tingled from the overstimulation on my skin.

I laid there, half giggling and half moaning as I continued to let the last droplets inside him.

"Look at that," he whispered, licking his lips. "We both made a mess." He was gentle, lifting himself off me. "Let me clean you off. Don't move. I feel like we're not done. We're gonna need to cuddle it out."

He was perfect. Cleaning, and cuddles. Where had he been all my life?

Was it too soon to claim him as completing me?