Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2023 15:43:43 +0000 From: Camilo C Subject: Holiday Tales 1 This story is unedited. Please bear with the grammatical errors you might find. The themes of the story may not appeal to all. Read at your own risk. Holiday Tales: European Trip Part 1 It was around five in the afternoon when dad and I set foot aboard the ship of a newly founded cruise line in Tampa. The weather that day was uncomfortably sultry. The violent streaks of the glaring sun lasted until late afternoon. It was 1982 and summer was not at its peak yet. Schooldays had just ended. Dad wanted to make the most of our vacation, so he made our travel plans early. We spent the first weekend of summer packing the stuff we need. The ship uttered one long blast, and we were off to Europe. It would be the greatest vacation we ever had. However, I was so restless since the talk I had with dad last night. I could not kick it off my mind. It followed me from Tampa into the ocean. "I know how much you love me, Zack. I'm just afraid that when you grow up, you'll regret missing out on all those opportunities because you always stick with me. I hope on this trip you'll meet some whom you would love to have some experience with." Dad might have felt me sighing. He held my waist and turned me towards him. One look in my eyes and he knew what was troubling me. I sat on his lap, and we stared at each other with mirroring Caribbean blue eyes. He stroked my hair, a wavy brown mess that was identical to his. He brought the tip of our noses together, and I found comfort at the smell of his breath. "Alrighty, bud. Forget about what I said yesterday. I don't want you so troubled in our vacation," dad said, caressing my face with his hands. The heaviness that had dwelled in my heart sunk and disappeared at the bottom of the ocean. Softly at first, dad brought his lips to mine. The eagerness slowly built up, and he was mashing our lips together. I parted my lips before he even asked. I welcomed his familiar tongue into my warm and moist cavern. He darted it straight to my maw. I wrapped my hands around his neck, and his hands fell to my waist. My amateur tongue awkwardly brushed against his. Dad did not let my inexperience stop him. His tongue guided mine, and the two danced at the obscene sound of spittle being sucked to and from our eager mouths. It was just as wonderful as my first kiss, about half a year ago. I was 12, almost 13, and we were in a similar position. I remembered myself melting into my dad's arms as the kiss almost never ceased. Dad pulled away. He knew better than me that I had to breathe. Surely, I was panting but with a smile on my face. How could I ever want others if I have my beautiful father. Shortly after the make-out session, we dined with the other passengers. The meal was great. My energy was recuperated. I tugged on dad, and we went on exploring the ship. At the bow, dad helped me step on one of the railings. He held my waist, and we watched the last of the sunlight disappear at the rim of the west with the wind on our faces. The lights of the ship started getting brighter. Life spread from stern to bow. Music filled the innards of the ship. Dad and I continued exploring. His hand was on my shoulder, while mine was on his waist. We wore matching khaki shorts. I had a white polo shirt on, and dad got stripes. It would not be hard for others to tell we were father and son. But we were more than that. When dad was about to turn back inside, we heard a man calling his name. "Stu?" I turned around to see our neighbor, Jorge. He was a stocky man, working on car services. He was standing there shirtless with beer on one hand. "Oh, Stu! It's really you. What's up, man?" "Jorge! Good to see you here. What a coincidence!" "Yeah. Come with me to the bar. Don't go sleeping yet." Dad followed Jorge to the bar, and I followed him. We sat on three stools at the far corner, Jorge first, then dad and me. Dad seldom got drunk. But the neighbor, Jorge, was a notorious drunkard. "It isn't everyday that you meet someone you know on a cruise," he would say, as he kept ordering beer and urging dad to drink more. I sat there listening to their talk while sipping soda. Sometime later, dad needed to go pee. Jorge said he had to go too. So, I was left to watch our seats. When they came back, Jorge asked for more bottles. I kept ordering soda too. I must have drunk five cans in an hour. Dad would be pissed in the morning. But he pushed past his limits with the beer too. Jorge excused himself to pee again. My bladder was bursting with all the soda I drank, so I headed to the comfort room. I saw Jorge at one of the urinals. He smiled when I went in. I tried the cubicles, and all of them seemed occupied so I stood next to Jorge among the urinals. I had a hard time unzipping my shorts. It seemed stuck at the middle, and I was so close at wetting myself. "Here, let me help." Jorge put his arms around and forcefully pulled down my zipper. "There you go." "Thanks," I told him. When I looked down, I was shocked to see his cock still out and touching my arm. I had no time to get mad. I had been holding on my piss for too long, and it came bursting strong into the urinal wall. I heard Jorge chuckle when he saw me shivering. The man took hold of his cock and aimed it at the urinal. He was peeing again. My piss ran out first and I went back to my seat without looking back at him. I saw dad and he smiled at me. "Can we go back to the cabin, dad?" I asked him. "Can't leave Jorge alone. His family in Spain has some serious problem. He needs someone to talk to. Do you want to go back first?" "Nuh. It's fine." Dad ruffled my hair and gave me a peck on the cheek when no one was looking. While we sat there waiting for our alcoholic neighbor, I could not help but think of his cock. It was fat, brown and cut. Hair was sticking out everywhere. It was my first time seeing an uncircumcised cock. It looked weird with the head bare and all. Surprisingly, I was not sickened as I thought I would be by the neighbor's cock. It was much different than my dad's but it was fine. Before I knew it, I was tenting my shorts. I could not believe the thought of other man turned me on. I felt bad like I was cheating on my dad. When Jorge came back, he did not go back to where he sat before. Instead, he sat next to me, so I was between him and dad. They continued to talk, and I just stared at the table with cock still hard as rock in my shorts. I had no idea how much time had passed like that. I felt a rough hand on my thigh. I stopped breathing. I turned my head to Jorge. His whole body was facing dad and I. His left hand clutched a bottle of beer while the other rested on my bare thigh. However, he was not looking at me. He was still talking to dad. I turned to dad, and he definitely could see where Jorge's hand was but he was not saying anything. The two of them kept talking as if they could not see me. Until Jorge's hand made a move. It ran ever so slowly up my thigh until it reached the hem of my shorts then it would run down again. The movement was repeated several times. Then, it happened that instead of going back, his hand moved further under the hem of my shorts. I took a sharp breath and held the edge of the table. All of his fingers moved at once, like rovers studying the surface of a newly found land. Suddenly, he pulled his hand away. I thought for once it was over. But I had not breathed a sigh of relief when his hand fell directly on the tent of my shorts. Jorge fondled me right there in the public and in front of my dad, my lover. I was confused and scared and turned on. My cock was already leaking pre-cum, and it must be seeping into my undies and shorts. "Dad, can we go back now?" I asked dad, almost like begging. This time, dad listened to me. He said goodbye to Jorge. He lifted me up to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I almost fell asleep on the way to the cabin. When dad put me down on our bed, I saw why he decided to carry me back. There was a very visible wet patch on my shorts. I felt embarrassed looking at it. "Well?" Dad grinned. "Why did you not stop Jorge?" I asked him. "Why didn't you?" I did not answer. I did not know why. "Because you like him," dad said, and I was about to protest when he stopped me. "I know, I know. You only love me. But that's different from liking someone. In fact, Jorge likes you too." "He does?" "Yeah. You haven't noticed? Back at home, he always stares at you in a different way." I looked down, embarrassed again. "Now you're blushing." Dad laid me on the bed. He went on top of me and his lips fell on mine. He kissed me passionately. The bitter taste of beer was on his tongue, and I felt like I was getting drunk the more I sucked on it. The stiffness inside my shorts was ever present. I brought dad's hand to my crotch but he took it away. "I guess, that hard-on was not for me. It was Jorge who gave you that. Maybe tomorrow he can take it away." Dad smirked at me. The stiffness finally ceased in the middle of the night. I was comfortably nestled in my dad's arms. His breathing lulled me to sleep. There was no sign of Jorge in breakfast. Dad and I followed our schedule for the day. At noon, we finally saw him at the dining cabin. We ate lunch together. "What have you guys planned for today?" Jorge asked. "Zack here wanted to go swimming all afternoon." "Sounds fun," Jorge smiled at me. I grinned back. So we headed to the deck where most of the passengers already were. There were only two loungers unoccupied. Jorge pulled the two together, so the three of us can fit. He watched pleasingly as dad applied sunscreen all over my body. Dad took his time, lingering his hands on my skin. I was only wearing a black swimming trunks, and dad's hand got as far as to my crotch. I was already sporting a semi-hard-on when he was done. I ran to the pool to dip myself into the cool water. I felt eyes peering behind me. When I turned my head, I saw both Jorge and dad looking at me. I found them talking to each other most of the time as I splashed my way here and there. After some time in the water, I decided to lie down with dad. He toweled me off. He saved a space for me between him and Jorge. Both of them were only wearing their shorts. Dad's hand was folded under his head. I pillowed his arm, and our bare skin touched. Our loungers were some of those that faced the ocean instead of the pool. It was at the corner near the railing, overlooking the Atlantic view. My hand rested on dad's chest, and I felt like sleep was taking over me. The sound of endless chattering and water splashes lingered on the deck. Dad's musk filled my nose. It was my most favorite scent in the world. His soft skin felt good against mine. But then, a rough hand took ahold of my thigh once again. I looked at Jorge then dad. I remembered what dad told me last night. I nodded at him. I looked back at Jorge and smiled. He took it as a signal to advance. His hand swiftly moved to the waistband of my trunks. He lifted it and in went his hand. My cock quickly grew from the foreign contact. I felt my balls being handled by slick fingers. I closed my eyes and pulled my legs apart. I propped one over dad's legs while the other touched Jorge's. Jorge held the length of my cock with his fingers. Slowly, he peeled it, and his thumb met my glans. I whimpered. I opened my eyes to see dad watching me being handled by other man. My cock twitched. My body shook and jerked in my dad's arms, as the other man kept exploring my genitals. I spread my legs even wider, giving Jorge all the access. I grabbed his arm as I spurted on his hand and on my trunks. Dad held my trembling body. Jorge pulled his hand off my trunks, revealing webs of my white cum. It looked so obscene out in the sun. He licked one string then another. "Fuck! So sweet," he uttered. "Probably all the soda he drank last night," dad said. The three of us laughed. Jorge finished cleaning his hands with his tongue, and we all went for a swim. To be continued... The author is open for comments, suggestions and probably "more."