Date: Mon, 5 Dec 2011 14:18:02 -0500 (EST)
From: kevinkellywriter@aol.com
Subject: MY DADS CABIN MATE 2

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I came awake that first morning just as the sun was  breaking its light
through the porthole of our bed room. I looked over at my  hunk of a dad still
sleeping soundly and wanted to be all over his body, but I  knew I wanted to
make a great impression and that as his Cabin mate my job was  to be the
galley boy and make a hearty breakfast for my Captain and soon to be  Male
lover dad.
The smell of the pepper, ham and cheese Omelet  along with the bacon and
biscuits on the stove bought My dad out of his sleep  and into the cabin for
his breakfast.
Thank God for the kitchen duty I'd done in  Military School it was paying
off now.
We hardly finished our breakfast when the ground  crew was boarding the
ship for the days loading of cargo. While dad signed the  papers and check the
loading of the cargo I accepted the provisions of food  and booze that had
been ordered and put them all away in the galley. By noon  we were up in the
steering house and underway towards our first Island  stop.
Not a glance, not a secret wink of the eye or  anything happened in anyway
during the loading to acknowledge what we two had  shared the night before.
I knew all too well the routine from Military School,  What happened between
two guys during the night was just never mentioned in  any way during the
day.
In the steering house as dad had been teaching  me how to operate the ships
navigational equipment It was now 7 hours out to  sea and we were loosing
the day light then dad puts his hand on my ass and  moves his hand down
between the crack of my ass as I moan in pleasure and the  excitement of his sexy
touch as I was at the wheel.

" We anchor here for the night Eric, The ground  crew on the Island doesn't
come on until like 8 AM in the morning. The rest of  the night is ours to
enjoy.
Normally as My Mate you'd be down in the galley  fixing dinner but being as
you've been up here all day learning the ropes of  the ship how about we
just have sandwiches for tonight and now go out on deck  and have us some cold
beers and enjoy the night?

I was always the aggressor in all my homosexual  encounters, Once I had
first laid a Man it was me who then and always directed  the play game, never
the other way around. But here in this Father/Son  relationship I was a lost
lamb, not knowing what the fuck the protocol was if  there even was a
protocol for Father/Son sex?
At the bow of the Tug were two chairs against  the galley wall we sat on
with our cooler of cold beers on the deck. Dad  pulled off his boots and
looking at me told me to also make myself  comfortable. I also pulled off my
boots. Dad then reached over his one socked  masculine foot and laid it on top
of my own socked foot and looking into my  eyes said.

"Funny but this is how we started last night. My  foot touching against
your foot Eric."

I was rubbing my socked foot back against his  and looking from our sexy
feet to his eyes said.

" I know dad and it was, I am hoping only the  beginning of what is to come
between us dad?
You have to know Dad you don't have a blushing  Cherry boy here on your
hands, I hope that won't be a disappointment to  You?

Our two socked and sweaty feet were never  stopping intertwining and
touching so sexy against each other and my cock was  hard as steel.
Dad leaned over and put his lips to mine and his  tongue come into my mouth.

My dad may have been 16 years older then me but  he looked like my fucking
kid brother. He was the sexiest man on earth to  me.


I wanted so much to be my Dad's bitch then and  there and forever. That
thought from me who was always the one in control,  Always the top and master,
Me wanting to now be his  Bitch/bottom.

His tongue in my mouth sent me wild with lust  and desire, I reached down
and was taking hold of his mighty hard cock in his  jeans and then saying.

" Dad I've always been a top but I want to be  your bottom if you will make
love to me?

Dad was very game but smiling as he stood saying  as he was unbuckling his
jeans.

" Your going to be my Bitch and I am going to be  your Bitch tonight and
for as long as you want Eric, Now lets get out of these  cloths and fuck right
the hell here on the deck in the moon  light."

To the best of my memory I loved the point in us  undressing when I was
naked on my knees and Dad was pulling down his white  tight briefs and his huge
cock head was there in front of me and I took hold  of his massively large
and thick 9 inch cock. Somehow it seemed even larger  the it had the night
before.


As the Tug boat rocked slightly we Father and  Son lay on the deck once
again sucking each others cocks to cuming joy as we  both took each others
massive loads of cum.


To contact me for a photo or just to comment please  write
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I usually can be found in Uncle's gay bar in Philadelphia, Pa. the  second
Sunday of each month stop by and say hi.
Hug and a pull
Kevin  Kelly aka kevinmjo or kevinkellywriter on  Nifty.org