Date: Wed, 28 Jul 2021 12:38:36 -0400
From: Rod Rey <rodreywriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Shipwrecked with Dad 2

      At dusk, Dad and I reached a coastal town and docked our boat for the
night. After having a little pouch of organic fruit snacks, we lounged in
the wide bunk that fit us both, always with the door locked and all windows
covered.

      I'd never had my own bedroom before because I'd always wanted to
sleep with Dad. Instead of my own room, I'd had a playroom, which was now
my writing office so that I could create all my stories in peace while Dad
exercised and worked around the yard and house. I was anonymously known as
a decent writer on the writing forums I participated in, and I'd even won
my first NaNoWriMo contest last November. I loved writing, and it was why I
wasn't interested in becoming muscular or sporty like Dad was. We had
different hobbies, but we shared so much in common in many other ways, like
boating, swimming, fishing, hiking, and nature.

      The cool breeze, muffled wind chimes, and periodic ship's bells
relaxed me. This was the good kind of silence. As usual, we slept in our
boxers. But this time, it was more romantic than usual, face to face.

      Dad held my skinny body in his strong arms with a lot more
sensuality. His big hands caressed my smooth body while his minimal body
hairs tickled my skin. He smiled with a longing gaze that made me want to
be his for life.

      I loved this man. I'd marry him one day if I could. I was his and he
was mine.

      Dad was love.

      After a longer moment in silence, adoring each other while his breath
warmed my lips, he whispered, "I love you so much, little guy." So tender
with emotion.

      My heart and boner responded with happiness. "I love you too,
Dad. With all my heart."

      "You sure about this?"

      "I swear. I need you."

      "I know, son. I need you too." Then, Dad placed his lips on mine and
slipped his tongue inside my mouth in search of mine, giving me my first
kiss. What a surreal experience. He stopped and chuckled. "You're too fast
like a little goldfish. Try to match my pace, okay?"

      I grinned. "Okay."

      He returned to my lips.

      I tried my hardest to kiss like how he was doing it, but either way,
I was completely molten inside. I was also super erect and leaking a lot of
precum. I stopped and formed a shy grin. "Can we make we love, Dad? I'm
horny."

      He just smiled, rubbing his nose against mine and giving me a peck on
the lips. "Not tonight."

      "Why not?"

      "We just opened our hearts, Kevin. We're now kissing for the first
time. Let's take it slow. When we're ready, we're ready. Deal?"

      I frowned.

      "Please?"

      I nodded, still frowning.

      "Don't be sad, Kev. Please? I promise it'll happen one day. Just not
tonight. Trust me?"

      "Okay. I trust you. But all the way?"

      "All the way. Whatever you want to try, I'm open. I'll even bottom
for you if you ever want to do that. Anything for you."

      That was good to know despite the fact that I pictured myself
bottoming for Dad more than topping him. I continued the kiss while he held
me tight in his arms, our wet bulges occasionally rubbing against each
other. We made out for a very long time, and I got better and better the
longer we did it.

      Finally, we fell asleep, him as the big spoon like always. He was my
protector and savior. He was my everything.

      Dad was love.

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