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Milo is an ex-bartender on cruise liners. He attended and served some popular gay cruises. He listened to different stories from his guests and always had a passion for telling stories too. So now he has put some of those stories to paper, for you to enjoy and relax with. Of course, don´t take them seriously, they are written to entertain you. They are only fiction, fantasies, says Milo Wursten, but, in each fantasy, there is a little bit of truth, he adds smiling.
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Here is a short sample from the book:
Like a small world of animated people gliding over the vast blue blanket of the Atlantic, the cruise ship was alive with many different sounds—loud chatter, clinking chinaware, subtle music, scurrying feet, low bedroom moans, laughter, squeaking doors—the sounds of the loose orchestra of life’s vibrant symphony sailing along within the exotic ship.
At the bar, Eddy mixed their drinks with skilled precision. He liked everything in order. It was an overly keen, compulsive diligence which he was fully aware of, and it had created a strong routine for him. First, he took his daily pills or syrup at intervals to kill his uncontrollable anxiety, then he arranged every inch of the bar—bottles, chairs, napkins all had to be in their exact place. With his excessive fear of germs, he washed his hands clean after every single serving, making it a point not to shake too many hands if he could help it.
Since he was constantly on his feet around the bar, he was always subconsciously abreast of most of the conversations that went on around him. As a bartender on a big, luxurious cruise ship, he had watched thousands of drinkers come and go. He had befriended many, forgotten many, but he was barely out of people’s minds after most encounters. It seemed as though he had been placed right in that bar to distract the voyagers with his tall, slim figure and dark hair. He also had a pair of gorgeous, magnetic grey eyes and a cute boyish smile, and people didn’t know which they were more drawn to—the good looks or the acumen, as he was a smart conversationalist who successfully suppressed his anxieties. He enjoyed his job and would watch the men drink till they became clumsy, their speech slurred, and their innermost secrets flying through the air. On and off his shifts, he stayed around the bar for a fill of entertainment and gossiping drunks. He enjoyed the attention his looks brought him while at the bar. He liked how the ladies in a conversation stuttered slightly as he walked by; he enjoyed being their eye candy. He could feel the forest-green envy of the men whenever he turned on his charms. Best of all, he could feel the energy in many men. Quite involuntarily, some had begun to have their first fantasies of kissing a man each time Eddy walked by; even more so when they got a hold of the “hardcore magazine” where Eddy’s shirtless body graced the front page. It was a highly provocative sight, as his tight jeans hung low, revealing well-chiseled abs and leaving the rest of what was down below to the imagination.
That evening there was a little crowd at the bar. Eddy served Mike, Craig, and Oscar, friends who had newly come aboard together. The first thing they thought when they gave their order to the bartender was that he was one hell of a hunk. Eddy was flirtatious, he urged them on to more bottles, and once the drinks on their table had been guzzled down, he began to participate wittily in the conversation until he became a part of it and opened up matters that were fluid and details easy to divulge. The men began to share past encounters and what they had formerly considered secrets.