Making an Entrance (Patreon)

Alpha males always make an entrance. It's not planned. It's just instinctual. Like breathing. Dain here knew that most of his fellow travelers had left the boat today to explore the latest port of call. In fact at lunch there were only two men seated across the hall from him. Betas for sure. He ate, had a short nap, then grabbed a book, his cigar and a martini and headed to the hot tub. He suspected those two betas would be waiting for them, and sure enough they were. He wondered for how long, but it didn't matter. He barked an, "Afternoon boys," with his trademark smile and before he got to the tub, the betas had grown rock hard. Then again, maybe it was the woody Dain had been sporting as made his entrance. 

Oh and the book is not a prop. He has every intention of continuing his exploration of pop art, just as soon as he explores at least one of these beta boy's holes.