Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2017 14:23:15 -0600 From: Michael Smith Subject: My Son and Our Cruise Legal stuff: This story, while a work of complete fiction, contains graphic sexual scenes between consenting males both over and under the age of 18. If this material is offensive to you, this is your warning not read this story and stop here. Also, if you are under the age of 18, it is most likely illegal for you to read this story. However, I cannot do anything to make you stop so continue at your own discretion. As stated before, this story is a work of total and complete fiction. Any likeness of these characters to real people, living or dead, is completely coincidental. Again, this story is a work of fiction. The author claims any and all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed without the author's consent. Only websites the author chooses and consents to publicate this work of fiction are allowed to publish it. 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This was the night I was finally going to fuck my own son. I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass itself up. I had to man up... or nut up. Whichever works for you. It was a perfect excuse to get him alone, too. He had just finished up his freshman year of high school so we decided to take a week off from everything, to "start the summer off right" as he put it. His mom and sister wouldn't mind, they got to have a week away from us guys so that was good. I didn't have to make any stupid excuses as to why we wanted to get away. We got a week away and they got a week for a staycation. The elevator dings as it stops on our floor and I wait for the doors to open. "Did you like your first day?" I ask, looking down at him and smiling. He was a hot little thing for 15, I had to admit. He had been on his high schools Junior Varsity swim team this year, even made it to be on the full Varsity team during his next year. He had the body to go with it, too. He was about 5'6 tall, around 125lbs or so, slender lean boy body with a hint of tight young developing muscle coming in, especially on his arms and legs, he had a nice round ass too. It wasn't too big for his size but damn, it was nice. "Yeah, I did." He looked up at me and smiled back, tugging at his faded and ripped jeans a little bit. "I just can't believe you managed to talk mom into letting us go off by ourselves for a week." The elevator doors open to the long, narrow hall of the cruise ship and he steps off, his tan leather and cloth flip flops clacking a bit as he walks. I step off behind him and fish into my pocket, grabbing the keys to the room. "You don't gotta worry about them." I laugh lightly, my deep voice echoing against the walls of the hallway. "I'm sure they're just as excited to have us gone as we are to be here." I look down at the room key and find our stateroom number. "It's room 6501, Michael." I hear him silently counting out the room numbers even though I know where it is. I splurged a little bit to get us a room in the back corner with a large wrap-around balcony with lots of windows... but I really splurged to get this room because it's very low and in the ship and in the very back so it would be nice and private. "6489...6493...6497... 6501." He stops outside the door and turns to look at me, following about 10ft behind him. I smile and hand him a key, sliding the other key back into the pocket of my khaki shorts. I watch as he slides the keycard into the door and pull it out, a soft buzzing noise coming from the doorhandle as it unlocks. He turns the handle and pushes the door open and I make sure to step right behind him, wanting to see his excitement at the nice room. "Well?" I ask as he steps in, the only light coming from the large windows, the dark water of the Gulf of Mexico stretching out past the windows and to the horizon. I step inside and shut the door behind me, the handle buzzing once again as it locks. "It's great!" He nods as he walks to the sliding glass door and opens it, letting a fresh salty breeze waft into the room. He reaches up and pulls off his hat, running a hand through his dark brown before putting the hat back on, backwards of course. I smile and watch as he steps onto the large, private blacony and walks to the glass barrier. I step into the room, only two steps to get to the single king sized bed. I notice that the stewards were nice enough to not jam all of our luggage on top of each other, must have been that big tip I gave them. "I'm glad you like it." I tell him as I join him on the balcony, noticing the large walls on either side to seperate ours from our neighbors balconies. "You sure you don't mind sharing a bed with your old man?" I stand at the barrier next to him and place my hand on his shoulder, the wind from the moving ship whipping against his white linen shirt, showing of his small chest. "As long as you don't hog all the blankets like mom said you do." He chuckles as he leans over the glass barrier and slowly spits into the sea that seems almost close enough to touch. "I can't make you any promises." I squeeze his shoulder a bit and let my hand slide down his back as I turn back to the room. "I've gotta take a leak, don't fall off the edge now." I smile at myself and walk back into the cabin and open the door to the tiny bathroom, barely large enough to hold the tub/shower combo, toilet, and granite counter. I lift the bottom of my shirt up, unbutton and unzip my shorts, then tug my boxers down. I pull out my cock and hold it steady as I piss into the toilet. I finish up and shake it a bit before flushing the toilet. I turn and wash my hands, checking myself out in the mirror as I do. I was in good shape for 35 but I wasn't a monster or anything. I went to the gym 3-4 times a week and it showed. I'm 6'0, with strong shoulders, thick muscular arms, nice round pecs, a hard and flat stomach (I don't have to time to worry about getting a 6pack), pretty decent vline, muscular and meaty thighs, and strong calves. My eyes were a light brown, I kept my dirty blonde hair a little messy but too long. I'm pretty much the "Daddy" type without being too big or old. I turn off the sink and dry my hands before heading back into the room, surprised to see Michael laying on the bed. "You aren't tired already are you?" I ask as I walk to the small desk in the room and open up the leather bound binder. I thumb through the pages of ship activities, phone numbers, porting schedules, and room service. "We haven't even eaten dinner yet." I close the binder and place it back on the desk before crossing my arms and leaning back on the desk. "No." He chuckled lightly, his laugh was always something I found myself being attracted to in him. "I just wanted to rest for a second before we go and get dinner." I roll my eyes and shake my head playfully. "You kids and always wanting to sleep. I'll never understand it." I check my watch, 7:00pm. I look out across the balcony and see that the sun is still high over the horizon, we've got about another hour and a half of daylight. I step over to the bed and grab him by his legs, gently pulling him to the edge of the bed. "Come on, let's go eat dinner, then we can come back and watching a movie or two before hitting the hay." "Fiiiiine." He rolls his eyes and sighs, playing with me a bit. "But I'm going to pig out at the buffet." He warns as he stands up next to me and punches my upper arm lightly. I smirk a bit and lean back up, wrapping my arm around his shoulders and walking us towards the door. "Go." *** The elevator dings again as we reach our floor and step off, neither of us saying a word as we walk back down the long corridor to the stateroom door. I reach into my pocket and pull out my key, sliding it into the door and then opening it as the handle buzzes again. "I don't know about you, kid, but I am stuffed." I say as he walks into the room. The sun is just about to dip under the horizon, painting the room with a soft, warm glow of reds, yellows and oranges. I step in behind him and lock the door after it shuts, smirking a bit to myself as I hear Mike talking. "Who ordered all these candles and flowers and shit?" He asks, turning to look at me, his hand lazily pointing to the bed. "Language." I tell him in a stern tone before smiling and laughing. "I don't know." I shrug, knowing that I had them ordered for us tonight. "Maybe they just do it to be nice or mixed up the room numbers." I reason as I walk across the small stateroom to the bed, red rose pedals strewn all over the bed, new unlit yellow candles adorn the nightstands on the sides of the bed and the small desk. A single rose sits propped up on each pillow of the bed with a small lighter placed on top of a small card in the middle of the bed. I reach down and place the lighter on the nightstand and open the card, just a schedule for the next days activities. I place the card back on the bed and quickly rip off his hand, roughly ruffling his soft, brown hair. "I don't care if you cuss, just watch it around your mom and sister." I wink and place the hat back on his head before opening the balcony door again, letting the fresh salty air mingle with the scent of the rose pedals. "Might as well make use of it while we can though." I step onto the balcony and lean against the railing, watching the foam roll off the ship as we sail throught the still sea. "This seems like something you and mom would do." Mike says as he joins me on the balcony and leans over the railing, using his forearms as support. "What makes you say that?" I cock an eyebrow at him as I look over. "I don't know." He shrugs and slowly spits back into the sea before looking across the water at the sun as it start to sink past the horizon. "It seems like a kinda romantic thing. Something you and mom would do." He repeats. "We can always just throw it in the trash if you don't like it." I tell him as I watch the little bit of hair sticking out of his hat rustle with the breeze. The sun casts it's light directly at us, making his soft, lightly tanned skin glow a little bit, shimmering off his brown eyes as well, the same color as mine. "Nah, it's fine." He shrugs and looks over at me, kicking my foot with his foot lightly. "It'll make a scary movie a little less scary and sleeping a little more enjoyable." I smile at the thought, glad that I brough him out here but can't help but to wonder how he would feel about my advances later that night. I check my watch again, 8:50pm. I look back over the sea, watching the low waves roll and fall. "A great way to start the summer off, right?" I put my hand on his shoulder and pull him into me, rubbing his upper arm lightly as we watch the sun slowly fall behind the horizon, the clear sky painted all sorts of red, yellows, blues, and purples.