Jim, Star on the Showboat
by Bill Fore  -  b4@earthlink.net

     I found out the next day that his name was Jason. 
Although he looked to be fifteen or sixteen, he was
celebrating his eighteenth birthday.  He sat in the front
row at the early show of my jam-packed supper club act
with his mother and step-father, and he first caught my
eye because he seemed so troubled and forlorn.  He also
appeared to be a very good looking kid... well dressed,
dark haired, blazing dark eyes, light olive skin,
muscular, but small of stature.  I guess that's why I
thought he was so young.  It was only the second day out
on the twenty-one day Caribbean swing of our huge "Love
Boat."
     We were working our third cruise.  We (my wife and
I) were part of the entertainment package and we were
really hot!  My name's Jim.  I was twenty-seven at the
time... my wife, Margaret was twenty-five.  We both sang
and danced in the cruise stage shows, and I acted as
"Emcee" for the big production numbers.  Margaret also
worked as an aerobics instructor and helped in the ship
child care operation.  I did a twice-nightly solo supper
club act in the ship's largest lounge that was the hit of
the cruise.  In fact, after working only two cruises I
had received a substantial bonus to sign for an
additional six months.  After years of struggling to make
it in Hollywood, I was on stage two to four times a day. 
It was a real high!
     Music and sports had always been my thing.  Don't
ask me to add two and two.  Besides being gifted with a
really good voice and a wide range which I'd been
perfecting for years, I had also developed a good stage
manner.  I had worked out enough to become an authentic
hunk, which got me a lot of attention from the women and
the gays on each cruise.  In high school and college I'd
excelled in lots of sports and knew exactly how to work
out and what to eat to keep my body perfectly
proportioned.  I was almost exactly six feet tall, very
blue eyed, kept my flawless skin deeply tanned, and had
long, flowing (slightly lightened) surfer-blond hair. 
     Margaret was just the opposite in the looks
department.  She could have passed as Jason's sister. 
Petite, medium dark skinned, dark hair, burning dark
brown eyes, about five-foot-four and one hundred and five
pounds of slinky sexuality.  I'd met Margaret at an
actors workshop in Hollywood and our two year
relationship had been wild and steamy... full of fights,
making up, and then some occasionally red hot sex.  I'd
never been the fighting kind, but Margaret was hot
blooded and could fight about anything... even,
sometimes, the weather.  
     I'd been hired first by the cruise lines and then
talked the company into hiring Margaret.  At the
suggestion of the cruise lines, we'd gone to Vegas and
married before the first cruise so that we could legally
(according to their staff rules) share the same cabin.
     Jason and his family were jammed in at that small
cocktail table just off center in the front row at my
first lounge show that second night out and the kid
looked like he would give anything to be somewhere else. 
I had been feeling really good and pouring it on, knowing
I was getting to the crowd.  My little four piece back-up
band was even hotter than normal.  We knew sixty-one
songs and I picked them as the show went on.  That night
we did our "top ten!"  I began to play to the family and
see if I couldn't get the kid to smile.  Don't get me
wrong... he was watching me closely and into the scene,
but he just seemed very depressed. 
     My act required very provocative clothes and I had
three changes.  That night it was a small red leather
sleeveless vest over my bare chest with very, very tight
black leather pants and boots.  About half of my act was
hard charging rock.  The other half was sensual love
stuff.  It was about as sexy as a cruise ship show could
get.  I usually played heavily to someone in the
audience, so when I did some love ballads I worked on
Jason's mother, glancing at the kid sitting next to her
from time to time.  
     I don't really know why he'd caught my eye.  
     He just did!
     The next morning I met the family on deck as I was
finishing some of my exercises.  (Margaret was doing her
aerobics class, but I just worked out on my own in the
gym, then ran on the big deck and did some stretching.) 
Jason's mother did just about all the talking,
introducing us, gushing all over me and telling me what
a wonderful singer and entertainer I was.  I learned that
they were on the cruise to celebrate their wedding and
Jason's birthday.  The step-father exhibited the
personality of a rock and only mumbled something about
the cruise being a "stupid idea."  They were from some
little town in Utah.
     I asked Jason if he wanted to join me for a swim,
"to get away from the old folks," I added with a grin. 
He brightened considerably.  I went to my cabin to change
to one of my favorite custom made competition-type swim
suits and we met at the top deck pool a few minutes
later.  I had honestly never paid much attention to the
build of another male (possibly out of fear), but Jason
was clearly a very handsome, well-build young man.  His
boxer swim suit was form fitting and revealed a lot of
that beautiful unblemished light olive skin and a nicely
proportioned, well muscled frame.  As I said... he looked
more like fifteen than eighteen, with no body hair
visible anywhere.  Even though he was very young, he
seemed to ooze some kind of raw sensuality from every
pore.  I'd never noticed that before in another guy.
     We swam and clowned around for more than an hour,
getting better acquainted in the process, and then I
suggested we go to my little cabin.  Margaret was back
from her class and taking a shower.  I told her we had
company so she came out of the bathroom in a robe. 
Margaret loved Jason at first sight!  I mean, almost
literally!  He was wearing only his boxer swim trunks
when she first saw him and it was clear that his young,
virgin maleness really turned her on.  
     I had a rehearsal to attend so I showered, then left
the bathroom door open while toweling dry, noting that
Jason looked over my naked body very carefully without
paying much attention to Margaret.  Not long after, as I
was blow-drying my long hair, I saw in the mirror that
Margaret has allowed her robe to fall open to try
attracting Jason's attention.
     And so it went!  I did the rehearsal, joined
Margaret and Jason for snacks and another swim, and then
we all ended up back in our little cabin.  Jason had gone
to his own cabin but had been locked out since his mother
and her new husband had bolted the door for some newlywed
privacy.  Margaret flippantly mentioned that she didn't
care if anyone watched us make love and said she was a
nudist.  I had some dry shorts and a tank top that would
fit the kid, so Jason showered after I did.  Margaret was
naked when he got out of the shower and so was I as I
again dried my long hair.  
     Jason slowly toweled himself dry.  At first he
seemed like he was trying to hide himself, but then he
laid the towel down and let us see all of his assets.  I
was surprised that he then made no attempt to cover up
and stayed naked, too.  I caught a good look at the kid's
body through the mirror.  I also saw that Margaret
couldn't keep her eyes off him.  He certainly was a
perfectly proportioned young colt, and I was very
surprised at my own interest in his torso.
     I was getting ready for the big production dinner
show and had to get in to a rather minimal, glitzy
costume.  It was normal for Margaret to help oil my body
before I got dressed if she was around.  This time, with
all of us naked, she made a big production of it, getting
me to lay on the bed on my stomach as she rubbed the oils
everywhere over my back, legs and buns.  I guessed she
was trying to loosen up Jason so she asked him to help
her rub some oil into my skin, too.  
     His hands were soft and tentative at first, but he
clearly wasn't holding back and seemed to really like
touching my naked body... the backs of my legs, even my
lower back and a bit of rubbing on my buns.   I rolled
over and she oiled the front of me, again coaxing Jason
to help.  He worked my legs and watched Margaret as she
finished by rubbing the oils into my cock and balls until
I had a glistening, full nine inch hard on.  No guy had
ever before seen my erection.  The whole naked scene was
very strange to me... and very erotic.
     The next day Jason was around from breakfast through
my late night show, and it was more of the same.  We
talked a lot, Margaret was with us when she wasn't
working, and she and Jason hung out together when I had
to work.  The kid had been really freaked about his new
step-father for some reason or other, and said that he
had hated the cruise ship until he'd met us...  since his
mother and step-father seemed to want sex all the time
and he was forced to stay in the same cabin and cramp
their plans.  
     Again that day there was lots of nudity, touching,
and even a little playful "grab ass," mostly instigated
by Margaret.  Late that night after Jason went to his
cabin Margaret also instigated a wild hour of passion,
sparked (she said) by her memories of the wonderfully
sexy young male who'd spent the day with us.  She made it
clear that I was "her man,"  but that the kid was a very
big turn-on.  The only thing that kind of shocked me was
that she said she'd love to get us into a threesome.  In
her fantasy, I'd stuff her box and the kid would stuff
her mouth.  "In your dreams, pretty lady," I said.
     The red numerals on the bedside clock said "3:06"
when there was insistent knocking on our cabin door.  A
porter handed me a cablegram.  The message was for
Margaret from her younger sister.  It said that her
mother and father had been very seriously injured in a
Los Angeles freeway crash that afternoon.  Luckily, we
were due to make a port-stop that morning, so I flew into
action.  I got her booked on a flight and made
arrangements with the cruise line for her departure while
she cried, panicked, made phone calls and then started to
pack.
     Margaret and I said tearful farewells at the little
island airport and she promised to call with regular
reports.  I figured I'd best stick with the ship for the
sixteen days left of our cruise since we needed the money
and there wasn't much I could do if I went back home. 
She flew to Miami to catch her flight to Los Angeles and
I went back to the ship.
     I met Jason just outside my cabin and told him the
news.  He sat on the bed and cried, so I held him and
tried to comfort him.  "You guys are my new best friends. 
I'm really sorry you've been hurt," he said.  We hugged
a long time and I noticed that I was strangely turned on. 
I was still in my shorts and shirt, and I made sure he
didn't discover that I'd gotten a full erection.  
     Jason said his parents had gone ashore, but he'd
stayed.  I tried to make the situation light.  We went to
eat, talked a lot, and then we went back to my cabin to
change to swimsuits so we could hit the pool.  Jason said
he was going to leave since he wanted me to have my
space, but I told him I wanted him around unless he was
sick of me.  It was true... I really didn't want this
handsome young hunk out of my sight.  We had plenty of
time so we swam, had some snacks again, horsed around,
sunned, ran barefoot on deck for some exercise, and
talked.  Since everyone who went ashore wouldn't be back
until dinnertime, I only had my two lounge acts to do.
     I told him to shower first.  I followed as soon as
he got out from under the water.  When I got out he was
dried but still naked, brushing his beautiful short black
hair in front of the bathroom mirror.  I patted his ass. 
He smiled broadly.  Then, he did the same to me.  I dried
my body and then used the blow-dryer on my hair.  Jason
stood nearby talking and watching me closely.
     I moved to the bed and fell on it on my back.  I
patted the bed beside me and he came and sat down.  "Nap
time," I said.  He knew I'd only had about two hours
sleep the night before and was really tired.  He moved as
if to get up.  I put my hand on his arm to restrain him. 
"I'll split so you can get some sleep."  I looked at him. 
Our eyes met for a moment.  "If you need some space,
Jason... go ahead and split, but if you do I'll be
lonesome."  
     I pulled him down beside me and he laid in the crook
of my arm.  Even though I knew we were both totally
naked, I pulled him against my side in a hug and his arm
went across my chest.  My God, we were two hot blooded
guys... laying together and totally naked!  I'd never
even considered doing such a thing, but now it seemed
very natural.  After a few moments I pulled him up so
that we could be face to face.  He must have
misunderstood.  He moved up on his elbow and then rolled
over to lay on top of me, body to body, his cheek against
mine, his soft cock against my stomach, and mine against
his upper thigh.
     I was really losing it!
     I stroked his back with both of my hands and felt
his body shiver.  I lightly kissed his cheek and he did
the same in return.  I felt his cock beginning to harden
and lengthen against my stomach.  Mine was slowly
lengthening, also.  I slowly ran my hands up and down his
baby-soft skin from his neck to his thighs as his body
began to slightly move against mine.  
     He kissed my cheek again.  I squeezed his buns with
my fingers.  His cock was now a hard probe and he was
beginning to move it against me as his body slowly
writhed from my touch.  My cock was now quickly expanding
against his thigh beside his balls.  He couldn't help but
feel it grow.  This wasn't raw sex, like with Margaret. 
This was unbelievably awesome sensuality, beyond anything
I'd every experienced.
     As I continued stroking Jason's warm flesh his
writhing slowly became humping and his rock hard cock
began slipping slightly up and down my stomach.  I felt
some dampness on my skin near his cocktip.  Of course,
his movement caused my spear to slide against his hot
flesh, too... right beside his balls.  My hands moved
again to the tight globes of his ass to begin assisting
in the movement, and one of my fingers slipped back and
forth over his little rosebud.  He began to groan against
my ear, his humping quickly increased in intensity for a
few seconds, the muscles throughout his body tensed, and
then... as a loud "Aaugh" escaped his lips... I felt his
cock begin pulsing and throbbing against my hot skin. 
Instantly the damp stickiness of his seed glued our
stomachs together.
     After a moment, Jason went limp as he lay on my
body.  I still felt the probing of his cock as it
remained hard against my belly, but every other muscle in
his body seemed to loose all power as if he were in a
swoon.  It was minutes before he moved, and then it was
to again lightly kiss my cheek.  I rolled us over so that
he was on his back with me beside him, pressed against
his hot skin.  
     I daringly kissed him on the face close to his mouth
and then I got up to get a towel.  I cleaned myself up in
the bathroom and then returned with a damp used bath
towel to wipe the cream from his superb body.  It was my
first opportunity to handle his beautifully natural six
inch probe.  Actually, like most other hung-up males, I'd
never touched another man's body... especially another
cock, hard or soft.  I lovingly cleaned his chest,
stomach, thighs, uncircumsized cock and thick balls as he
squirmed from the sensations.  
     I again laid down beside Jason and we cuddled for a
few minutes, side by side, face to face and hard cock to
hard cock.  Again we lightly kissed each other's cheek
and face.  He looked me in the eye and whispered,  "You
okay?"  I smiled.  "Awesome," I whispered back.  I really
was awesome, except for that unrelenting feeling of need
for release.  After we hugged and lightly kissed some
more, I leaned back, took his hand and placed it on my
throbbing lance.  Slowly he began to touch and fondle my
oversized cock and balls.  After a minute of fondling my
hardness, he moved to his knees beside me so that both of
his hands were free. Then he began the most erotic
exploration of my equipment I'd ever experienced.  
     I spread my legs to give Jason the freedom he seemed
to want, and then his fingers began to investigate my
entire body.  I looked at his face and saw an amazing
amount of intensity as his eyes followed his fingers.  I
looked lower and his beautiful harpoon was sticking
straight up between his legs as he knelt beside me.  One
of my hands was behind him so I began to lightly fondle
his buns and thighs as I experienced the ecstasy of his
touch.  He'd use both hands to stroke my turgid cock for
a few moments, and then one hand would drift to my balls,
or the other would stroke my chest and tweak my nipples. 
Sometimes he would run a finger through my ass crack and
diddle with my hot, tight asshole.  He'd touch as if
about to enter me, but then would back off and
concentrate again on stroking my spear.
     I felt my juices building as the young colt's two
handed stimulations began driving me to the brink. 
Unconsciously I let go and began writhing, my big cudgel
throbbing in his stroking hands.  Jason seemed
mesmerized.  The speed of his movements increased and
soon we were both thrashing around on the bed in the heat
of my pending orgasm.  The savage words of passion began
to escape my lips.  "Fuck, man. Give it to me."  "Holy
shit, Jason... pound that thing!"  He stroked me wildly
now with both hands.  "Oh, God... I'm gonna let go."  My
body bridged up off the bed.  I could hold out no longer. 
All of a sudden, blast after blast of my hot cum flew
everywhere.  It had to have been the most amazing
explosion of my twenty-seven years.  Jason's hands and
arms, my chest, stomach, cheek, forehead and even the
headboard was covered with my molten lava.
     After a moment, my young teenage colt moved his
hands to his own cock, got up on his haunches and pumped
a few strokes.  Almost immediately another load of his
cream mixed with mine as he exploded onto my stomach and
chest.
     Jason used the bath towel to clean up the mess on
both of us.  After he had finished he dropped the towel
on the floor, and then he laid beside me.  We slept naked
in each other's arms on top of the covers for a couple of
hours until the alarm went off.  Before I put on one of
my costumes, Jason rubbed oil all over me and came close
to causing another eruption for both of us.
     Between shows Jason and I had a snack with his
mother and step-father.  Jason's mother gushed out her
sympathies about Margaret and the accident.  We finally
talked about their day in port.  The band wanted to
practice a new song with me to add to our repertoire, so
I was about to excuse myself when an idea struck me. 
"Oh, by the way... I know you folks are on your honeymoon
and it can't be easy sharing your cabin with your grown
son.  Since Margaret won't be back and since we've got
fifteen days to go, I'd like it if you let Jason bunk in
our cabin.  We're getting along great."  
     Everyone at the table really perked up.  Jason had
no idea I was going to say what I said.  He looked like
he was going to have a heart attack.  His mother made me
assure her that he wouldn't be a hassle, and that I'd
tell her if any problems arose.  Then it was quickly
agreed.  I'm sure his parents didn't have a clue about
our sensual explorations.  After all, I was a married
man.
     So Jason took Margaret's extra key and moved his
things into my cabin while the band and I worked over the
arrangement of a new rock hit.
     After I'd finished with the show and all the after-
show activities, I called Margaret.  Her father was in a
coma with compound fractures and a severe concussion. 
Margaret had been told that his chances of living through
it were very small.  Her mother had a broken pelvis, a
broken arm, plus a lot of cuts and bruises.  Margaret
said the scene wasn't good and that she'd been at the
hospital all day.  I gave her my love and told her that
Jason had moved in.  She brightened considerably at the
mention of his name and told me to give him her love.  As
I was walking the deck to the elevator to go down to my
cabin I chuckled to my self and wondered how I could
possibly do such a thing... on top of giving him my own.
     The lights were on in the cabin and Jason was laying
naked on top of the bed... out like a light.  I double
locked the door and showered again.  When I returned to
the room and sat on the edge of the bed he didn't move
much less awaken.  I saw his steady breathing and heard
a very soft snore.  A knee was slightly cocked to the
side and he had about a sixty percent erection.  What a
sight he was... perfect light olive skin, like I've
said... the only body hair I could see was some downy fur
in his armpits, a triangle of the same baby soft fur at
his crotch and very light peach fuzz beginning to appear
around his calves. 
     There was just enough meat and muscle on his bones
to give his handsome thighs that rounded look.  His
stomach muscles were clearly defined and his "inny" was
even cute.  It was hard to tell he was uncircumsized when
his cock was rigid.  There were muscle cords running
toward his cock on his lower stomach and some small,
perfectly formed veins running the six inch length of his
beautiful member out to end in the small fold of skin
behind the perfectly formed bulb.  
     His beautiful spear was slightly thinner at the
root, then grew in thickness ever so slightly.  It was
straight as an arrow, except for a slight upward bend an
inch or so down from the head.  I was no expert on the
male genitalia at that point, but Jason's cock certainly
seemed to be the perfect structure.  Sure, mine was too,
but there was a certain ungainly massiveness to having
nine thick inches.  Not bad, you understand, just...
different.
     His balls were also unlike mine, it seemed.  Mine
were clearly defined... two large nuggets swinging freely
in their sack.  His ballsack was much thicker and I
couldn't see the actual testicles.  As I watched in the
light of the room the sack slowly moved, as if someone
was churning something very slowly inside.   I noticed
that my observations had created another throbbing
erection for me.  I wondered if I was changing in some
way, or if something that had been inside was just now
creeping out.  In a way I was a little fearful, but I was
also very curious and feeling exceedingly sensual.
     I wanted to touch his balls to solve my curiosities. 
I glanced at him.  He hadn't moved.  The soft snoring was
very even.  I ran my fingers over the wrinkled sack ever
so lightly.  They moved but he didn't.  I touched and
felt some more.  Yes, there were two medium sized eggs in
the sack, but it seemed like either the skin of his
ballsack was thicker or that his balls were in some
jello-like substance.  I felt my own.  Very different!
     Jason stirred slightly.  I stopped my explorations,
turned off the light, pulled up the sheet and crawled in
beside him.  Without awakening he moved so that we could
cuddle in each other's arms.  I ran my fingers lightly
over his body and wondered some strange things.
     When I awoke Jason was gone.  I was a bit startled
until I heard the water running and knew he was in the
shower.  I got up and took a leak.  He was still behind
the shower curtain with the water running so I stepped in
with him.  He was startled at first because I'm sure he
was in the middle of some fantasy and had been fisting
his randy cock.  We hugged under the running water.  His
smile was the perfect greeting and no words were spoken. 
My morning hardness became pressed against his belly. 
His got trapped between my thighs.  We kissed cheeks. 
Then Jason licked lightly at my wet chest.  My hands ran
up and down his back... then over his asscheeks and
slightly into the crevice.
     As we slowly stroked each other under the shower
spray our feelings quickly built.  In moments we were
both all over each other... embracing, kissing cheeks and
faces, fondling and stroking, handling each other's
pulsing pricks.  It took only moments for Jason's body to
begin quivering and shaking.  Our lips met.  As we
hungrily kissed and pumped each other, Jason began
thrusting against my hand and quickly sprayed the shower
walls with his load of cum.
     Moments later he stroked me through a massive
explosion also, and then we recovered enough to
thoroughly wash each other, even probing each other's
assholes a bit in the process.
     We landed together on the bed to recover and fell
asleep again in each other's arms.  I awoke to find my
handsome young colt laying beside me and licking my
chest.  I had a massive erection and his fingers were
slowly diddling with the pulsing probe.  He never checked
to see if I was awake.  I just laid and experienced while
he satisfied his oral curiosities by mouth-washing my
stomach, my thighs, my balls, my cock stem, and finally
slipping his lips over the tender head.
     It took only minutes of his licking and sucking to
bring me to the brink.  With his fingers kneading my
balls and slipping into the crevice below them, I bucked
and bounced on the bed in wild orgasm and Jason sucked up
every drop of my jism.
     That was the most sexual day of my entire life. 
Between meals, some exercise and my obligatory shows,
Jason and I licked and sucked each other through two more
orgasms apiece.  After my final show I coaxed his boner
into my well greased channel to give him the ride of our
lives.  
     We've been at it for over a week now, and we seem to
be getting closer and closer to attempting to plant my
huge root in his tiny anal orifice.  We've deeply
explored each other orally, wildly writhed in the ecstasy
of every experience two males could think of having with
each other, and my prostate has been wonderfully
stimulated on a daily basis by his perfectly sized,
vibrating stimulator.
     One of my band guys asked me how I could be so happy
and turned on by life with my bride gone.  I'm trying to
remember not to look too content, just to throw a few
folks off the track, but then Jason and I go to our room
for an unbridled session of passion and I forget. 
Jason's mother is very happy too, since she noticed that
her beloved son is never gloomy and down in the dumps.
     Margaret's father died.  We talk every day, and
every day she ends our loving conversation by saying I
should give Jason her love.  I'm spending so much time
giving him mine that I just don't have time.

                               -0-

NOTE:  This story is from a series we call, "First Encounters 
of a Close Kind."   If you like it, let me know.  Drop an 
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