Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2020 09:56:51 -0500
From: drmoocow@gmail.com
Subject: Seven Days of Pleasure, Chapter 10

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SEVEN DAYS OF PLEASURE

Chapter 10
Cruise Day 3, Sea Day, evening - Formal Night
(teen, m mast)


After dinner, Jon went to the theater with his parents to see one of the
singy-dancy shows offered, but it wasn't really his cup of tea. It was well
performed, but he wasn't really into the 70s disco music that was featured
in the show. There was, however, one of the dancers that reminded him a bit
of Megan, and so he found himself focusing on that dancer for the entire
show, half-hard the entire time and a little fidgety because of it. So much
so that his mother leaned over to him at one point and told him to sit
still. He did his best, but his dick really just didn't want to cooperate.

After the show ended, he decided he was going to have a little me-time
before meeting up with his friends at the hot tub. He said goodbye to his
parents and wandered around the ship by himself, examining some of the art
that hung everywhere on the vessel. Some of it he appreciated, some of it
was meh, and some of it was downright "wtf, how did that make it out of the
studio". Eventually, he found himself at the library, which was empty. He
stepped in and saw a bunch of jigsaw puzzles, and being a nerd, he couldn't
resist. He pulled one out of the stack and sat down at the table.

Taking off his suit jacket and tie, he rolled up the sleeves on his dress
shirt and got to work. As any avid puzzle-doer knows, you separate the edge
pieces from the rest and build that first. He was putting the last few
pieces together when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Scrunching up his nose
and adjusting his glasses as he looked up, he was surprised to see Mark
standing there with a Coke in his other hand. "Whatcha up to?" he asked.

"Oh, just reassembling Steve Austin here.... we have the
technology... better than he was before, better, stronger, faster," Jon
replied with a smile. Mark just looked confused. "I dunno, it's from some
show from the seventies that my dad likes."

Mark smiled, shrugged, and sat down.

"Nevermind." Jon smiled back. "How goes?"

"Can't complain, nobody'd listen," Mark replied as he loosened his
tie. "Man, I hate these things.... tell me again why men have to wear these
stupid leashes?"

"Because it drives the ladies wild," Jon said with a smirk. "Well, on guys
that look like you, anyway. Not so much for us fluffy guys."

"Yeah, right," Mark snorted. "The only compliments I've ever gotten when
I'm dressed up are from my mom and grandmother. And those aren't the ladies
I'm looking to drive wild."

"Yeah, I guess," Jon agreed.

The two boys sat shoulder to shoulder putting together the jigsaw, the mask
of Darth Vader slowly assembling before their eyes. Conversation ranged
wildly, from movies and television to politics to school. Jon opened up and
told Mark the stories of high school that he'd told Megan the day before,
and when he started getting choked up about it, Mark put his arm around his
friend's shoulders and did his best to cheer him up. He then launched into
a story of his own.

"I've never told anyone this before, not even my family," he said. "So at
my school, middle school and high school are in the same building, so
you've got kids ranging from 12 to 18 there. When I was in grade seven, I
was stuffed in a locker by the defensive line of our football team. Not
because I did anything to piss them off - just because they could," he
continued. "And they told me that if I made any noise, they'd come back and
beat me up as well. I was trapped in there for three hours, petrified."

Jon silently stared into his friend's eyes, tears welling up in his own.

"Oh, it's okay, don't worry. Eventually the guy that was assigned to that
locker showed up to put his books and stuff away... he scared the shit out
of both of us that afternoon - I mean, who would be expecting a kid to be
inside your locker? Anyways, once I got out, I vowed that eventually I'd
get back at them, and I did. About six weeks after this, once they'd
forgotten all about me, I put nails under all of their car tires in the
parking lot one day. So all five of those assholes had four flat tires when
they tried to leave that day. They had no idea who did that to them, but
man, it was satisfying to get them back."

"I bet!" Jon exclaimed. "I don't know that I'd have the balls to do
something like that, but it does sound very satisfying."

As they were figuring out the last couple pieces of the jigsaw, Jon decided
to take the plunge and ask Mark about something that had been on his mind
since the previous afternoon. "So, uh, Mark...  can I ask you something?"

"Shoot, buddy."

"So.... ummmm..." Jon stammered. Taking a deep breath, he blurted out,
"Mark, I like your sister. I mean, like, REALLY like her." He glanced up
and made brief eye contact with his friend, then focused back on the puzzle
as if his life depended on it. "She's suggested that she likes me too, but
I don't know if she's just being nice. Do... uhhh... do you have any idea
if she's telling the truth, or...?"

Mark was a bit taken aback by the flood of words, but not overly surprised
at what Jon had asked.  He'd kind of gotten the idea that Jon had a bit of
a thing for Megan over the past few days. "Well, I'd say that if she didn't
like you, she probably wouldn't be having lunch with you and hugging you,
let alone sitting in a hot tub naked every night for hours with you. But I
can do you one better, and tell you that yes, she does like you. We were
talking about that last night, as it happens."

"You were talking about me? Really?" Jon asked, shocked and surprised, but
also excited. He'd never been talked about in a positive way before.

"Yup. I happened to see you two at the pizza place yesterday, when she
hugged you, before we went swimming. I asked her if she liked you, and she
said she did. But don't tell her that I told you that."

"Oh, wow, that's awesome! So... uhhh... would it be okay with you if I
asked her if she wanted to, y'know, mess around?"

"Not that you need my permission, but sure, go ahead," Mark said. "I think
she'd be very happy if you asked. And, frankly, she could do worse than to
be with you. You're a great guy."

Jon blushed at the compliment. "Awesome. Thank you, that makes me feel a
lot better, man," said Jon.  He was obviously a very happy boy now. "And
you're pretty great yourself, too."

The boys sat in a comfortable silence as they put the last few pieces in
place. They clapped each other on the shoulder in a geeky celebration, then
started disassembling the jigsaw for the next person.

Internally, though, Mark was a bit torn. He was happy that his new best
friend and his sister were hitting it off - he truly did believe that they
were good for each other. But there was this desire nagging at the back of
his mind... and as they put the lid back on the jigsaw box, he decided that
if you don't ask, you don't get, so he took a deep breath and went for
it. "So, my turn to ask you something. But you're going to think I'm really
weird. Hell, I think I'm really weird. I hope you don't think any less of
me for asking."

"Anything, man, go for it. Can't be any weirder than what I just asked
you," Jon's curiosity was piqued at this point. He hadn't seen Mark this
nervous before.

"If you and Megan... well, y'know... if you two... what would you say
if..." he gulped. "What would you say if I wanted to watch?"

"Really? You want to watch me and your sister fool around?"

"Well... kinda... yeah..." Mark's face was the colour of his bright red tie
and he could feel sweat prickling on the back of his neck.

"Okay, I take it back, that is weirder than what I asked," Jon said with a
grin. Mark just blushed further.

He thought for a minute - this definitely wasn't the direction he had
expected this to go in, but the thought of Mark watching him and Megan was
actually starting to turn him on, and a lump in the front of his dress
pants started to form. "Well, as long as you know what you're getting
yourself into," he continued, slapping his tummy. "Not a lot of people want
to see pasty white fat boy naked."

"It's nothing I haven't seen already," Crimson Mark added with an impish
smile.

After a short pause, where his dick continued to inflate, Jon
continued. "As weird as it sounds - oh, and it sounds weird, alright - I
don't have a problem with it, I guess. That is," he raised a finger, "only
if she's okay with it too. Besides, I haven't even talked to her to see if
she's interested in that yet."

Mark breathed a sigh of relief. "Whew. I honestly wasn't sure how you'd
take that. I mean, a brother who wants to watch his sister mess around?
That'd freak out most people," he said.

"I guess I'm just as weird as you are, then," Jon said with a grin. He
indicated the lump in his pants, to which Mark chuckled. "To the Weird
Brothers! I'd clink glasses with you, if I had a drink, but I don't. We
should fix that."

"Sounds like a plan. Let's go get some Cokes before it's time for the hot
tub," Mark agreed. He put his hand on Jon's back and rubbed gently as the
two boys departed the library in search of some carbonated goodness.

* * * * *

After enjoying their tasty beverages, the boys split up to go to their
respective cabins to get changed into their bathing suits for the hot
tub. When Mark returned to his cabin, he found his sister there sprawled
out on the couch, watching an old episode of Castle on the
television. "Hey, sis," he called in greeting. As he closed the door, he
took off his jacket and tie, hanging them up in the closet and added, "I've
got something I want to talk to you about when you get a sec."

She flipped off the television, bored with the show. "What's up?"

"Well, I just came back from hanging out with Jon."

"Nice, what did you do?"

"A jigsaw puzzle, of all things. I haven't done one of those since I was
ten or something. It was fun," he replied. "And we had a nice conversation,
too. He opened up to me about the bullying he's been experiencing - I think
that's probably what he told you about yesterday?" She nodded. "I felt
really bad for him, just like you did... he's such a nice guy and it sucks
that this shit happens.  I told him about what happened to me in grade
seven, too," and then proceeded to give her the CliffsNotes version of the
story he had relayed to Jon.

"I never knew about that!" his sister exclaimed.

"Neither do Mom and Dad, and I'd like to keep it that way, please," he
responded. "I don't want it to cause any shit at the school for me, and the
guys that did it aren't even there anymore, so there's no real point in
telling them."

"Okay, I won't, but if something happens again in the future, promise me
you'll tell them?"

Mark thought for a second and agreed. "Okay, fine. I will. But now that I'm
bigger and stronger, I don't think anything will happen. But yes, I'll let
someone know. But that's not really what I wanted to tell you about. So,
you came up in conversation."

"Oh?" Megan tilted her head like a confused Golden Retriever.

"Yeah... he confessed to me that he likes you. Like, LIKE likes you," he
said. "He asked me if I'd mind if he asked you if you wanted to fool
around."

Megan's eyes went wide and she blushed. "So he likes me? Really?"

"Mmhmm," her brother replied. "You haven't seen the way he looks at you?
Really?"

"Well, I thought I caught something, but I was convinced I made it up,
because I like him."

"Yeah, let's just say that he really likes you. I told him he doesn't need
my blessing to ask you, but that I was cool with it. He asked me if you
liked him too - I told him yes, I hope that's okay."

"Yeah, that's fine... great, really," Megan gushed, her heart all
aflutter. "I think he's really cute. Thanks for being my wingman!" she
exclaimed as she bounced up off the couch over to her brother and gave him
a big hug.

"There's more," Mark said, quietly. "I... ummm... I asked him if I could
watch."

"Wow, that was brave... how did he take that?"

"Surprisingly well," he said. "I mean, it's not every day that a brother
says he wants to watch his sister mess around. Actually, he seemed more
than okay with it - he had a boner when we were talking about it, and he
seemed almost inviting." His dick twitched as he recalled that part of the
evening, threatening to create a lump of his own. "He did underline that
that was only if you were good with it too."

"Well, I'm more than happy to have you here when we're messing around," she
replied. "And between you and me, if you wanted to participate, I wouldn't
be against it." Her brother's cock sprang to full mast almost
instantaneously when she said that, bound almost painfully inside his dress
pants.  Now, I'm going to shower before the hot tub," she said, walking
towards the closet area to get undressed. As she passed him, she reached
out and gave the lump in his pants a squeeze and giggled.  Once she was
naked, she peeked around the corner at her brother, waved, then disappeared
into the bathroom.

He stood there dumbfounded. Did she really just say that he could join in
with her playtime with Jon if he wanted to? He wondered how Jon would react
to THAT...

Thinking of Jon, his cock twitched painfully. He reached down and undid his
belt and pants and dropped them to the floor, followed shortly by his
boxers and dress shirt. He'd never really thought of another guy that way,
but his sister was right - he was really cute, even if he did have a few
extra pounds. He wondered if Jon would be up for him participating as
well. He HAD been rather inviting, hadn't he?

He began to stroke his very erect dick. He imagined it was Jon's cock he
was stroking, and Jon doing it for him. Within two minutes, he came,
spurting ropes of cum all over his stomach and chest. Once he finished, he
grabbed his underwear from the pile of discarded clothes and used them to
clean up the rest of his mess, then discarded them in the laundry bag. He
picked up his nice pants and shirt and, still naked, went to the closet to
hang them up, then donned his swimsuit, ready for the hot tub.

Things were going to be interesting.


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