Date: Mon, 21 May 2012 05:46:41 -0700 (PDT) From: Joshua Cooper Subject: HOMOgenized The Cruise/ Part Two / Incest HOMOgenized By Josh Cooper The Cruise Part Two Dad was quiet as we headed to main dining room and I knew that something was bothering him. "Are you alright dad," I asked and he shrugged his shoulders. "Hello, this is me, Danny, what's wrong," I asked again. "I didn't like watching another man fucking you," he finally said. "It may be jealousy or just plain not right, but I thought we, you and me, were exclusive to one another. This just reminded me of your mother, with her need to have multiple men to satisfy her sexual hunger." I stopped and pulled dad to the side, and at the moment, my dad never looked more hurt and vulnerable. His eyes was glossed over and I knew that the wrong word, a wrong look would free those tears. "Oh dad, no one will ever take your place in my heart. You are the only man that I will ever love," I said as other men and boys walked past us, I kissed him. His kiss felt almost desperate as his tongue invaded my mouth and his hands, those hands that had held me tenderly as we made love, held me again as if I would disappear if he let go. "Are we alright now daddy," I asked with tears in my own eyes. "I was just being insecure son, but that kiss told me that if there were to ever be other men fucking you, it would be just that, sex. I know your love and I'm sorry for being so foolish," he said turning his face from me. "Look at me dad," I said urging his face back as I cupped his face with my hands. "Mom hurt you deeply with her infidelity, but there may be times when you are with me, or even if you are alone, that you will see another man or boy that will catch your eye. But dad, if and when that time comes, I want you to know this, its alright if you take another man or boy to bed and you both have crazy monkey sex. I won't worry because I know that in your heart it is me that you love, daddy." "When did you grow to be so wise," he asked, with his hands resting around my waist. "From you dad, I learned everything I need to know about life from the greatest man I know, you," he pulled me to him and after an eternity of looking into my eyes, he kissed me. It was a kiss that told me that we were more than alright; we were secure in our love. We broke our kiss and entered the dining room, where a handsome young man greeted us. "Good evening sir, my name is Paul and may I please have your name," he asked of dad and after dad gave him his name, the man typed it into his computer and soon had a table number for us. "You and young Daniel are seated at table eleven, which Dennis here will gladly show you to," he instructed, giving dad a wink after he looked him over thoroughly. "What the fuck was that wink for Danny," dad whispered to me as we followed Dennis to our table. "It was his subtle way of saying that he was interested in you," I whispered back. Dad glanced back at the young man who was still watching us and he winked again, but added a kiss with it this time. I could see in dad's face that he was smitten with the guy and was surprised when dad blew a kiss back. My dad was no slouch, for a man in his late thirties; he was hot by anyone's standards. He had kept up his body, which was more muscle and sinew than anything. His hair was stylishly cut and it was his eyes that usually caught one's attention, they sparkled whenever they caught the light. I looked back at Paul, and I too could see why dad was taken with him, he was tall and very handsome. Although not muscular, Paul was built more like a swimmer, a slender body but one killer bubble ass. "Here you are gentlemen, bon appetite," Dennis said and I looked at the other three couples that were seated there. A man of about fifty stood up and made the introductions. "I'm George and this is my son, Andrew. This is Larry, Larry Jr., Michael and his nephew Garrett, and last but hardly least, Cole and Jacob," he said and then offered dad his hand, but my eyes were on Cole and Jacob, which by the way I ended up seated by. "I'm David and this gorgeous boy is my son, Daniel," he said and then took our seats. "Danny, I prefer Danny over Daniel," I quickly added still gazing at Jacob. He was a skinny boy who did not look a day over twelve, but his face was that of an angel. His golden curls hung long and encircled his face, with cobalt blue eyes that seemed to change with the light. I was seated beside him and as soon as I pulled in my chair, I felt his hand rest on my thigh. "I'm not as young as you think I am," he whispered for only me to hear. "I'm fourteen and I find you absolutely hot." "Thank you and I was about to say the same to you," and was about to invite him back to my room, but then I remembered how being with another man had upset my dad. If I had learned anything on this trip, it was that if you hooked up with another couple, it was because the dads wanted to swap sons. I looked over at Cole, but he was to busy flirting with my dad to notice me, and dad, when I looked at him, was flirting back with Cole. Now how do I describe Cole, well the easiest way is to tell you who he looked most like. He looked like a young Sean Connery when he first played James Bond, tall, sensuously handsome and very sure of himself. He wore his hair black short, but not military short, it was nicely cropped about the ears and combed back. His nose was a classic roman nose, long and straight, with full pouting lips and eyes as dark as midnight. But it was his five o'clock shadow that gave him an air of mystique, a sensual prowess that captivated all he encountered. "After dinner boys, why don't you go find some fun," Cole said to us and I gave dad a quick glance and he nodded. This was a surprise, because dad was not gay, yet here he was smitten with Cole. We had a good dinner, nice conversation with the other guests, and when it was finished, Jake and I took off to find some adventure of our own. "So what do you want to do," I asked Jake, and he just shrugged his shoulders. "What kind of answer is that," I asked, shrugging my shoulders at him also. "This is the first time that dad ever let me out without him," he said all wide eyed and innocent. "Well then lets make the most of it," I said and we took off for the game room. The game room was an awesome room with every kind of game imaginable. There were all kinds of kids in there, and all different ages as well. I had just begun playing Pac-man when I heard a soft sob. I looked around and unfortunately a bit too long because my man got eaten by a ghost. I had just about given up on finding who was crying when I heard another sob. I looked behind a couple of pin-ball machines and found a boy sitting huddled up in the corner. He had tear tracks on his face and his hair was stringy and dirty. "Hey buddy, what's wrong," I asked looking into the cutest green eyes that I had ever seen on a boy, or for that matter, on anyone else. "Go away... I'm not suppose to be here and..." he began and started crying again. "What are you doing Danny, I thought... oh my God where did he come from?" Jake asked looking at the boy. We could both tell that he had to have been a stowaway, because his clothes looked slept in and they too were as dirty as he was. "I think he's a stowaway," I whispered to Jake and he nodded his agreement. "Hey buddy, are you hungry," I asked kneeling down to his level. He nodded his head and it just about broke my heart. I held out a hand to him and reluctantly, he took it. "Are you gonna turn me in to the captain," he asked. "No, my friend Jake and I are gonna get you cleaned up and then get you something to eat," I told him. "What's your name, I'm Danny and this is Jake," I told him. "Hunter," he said just above a whisper. "Well Hunter, how about we take you back to our room and get you cleaned up and then go eat," I suggested and again he nodded as he clung to my hand. We looked around for signs of the ships crew and seeing none, we hurried from the game room and over to my stateroom, praying that dad had gone back to Cole's instead of ours. As soon as we got to my room, I had them wait outside while I checked to see if dad and Cole were inside. They were not so we hurried Hunter into the room and sighed, relieved that we made it thus far without being caught. "I'll get the shower ready and you can get out of those clothes," I told and headed into the bathroom and got the water started and adjusted just right in temperature. When I returned to the bedroom, he was standing naked and it was then that I could see the large bruises on his back, legs and arms. "My God Hunter, who did that to you," I asked, shocked that someone could do such a thing to a boy. "By the way, how old are you," I asked. "Eleven," he said quietly. "My stepdad hits me and that is why I ran away," he confided in us. "When did you run away," I asked, shocked that a boy his age would be living on the streets. "A month ago," he said, embarrassed by the condition of his clothes. "A month ago, and those bruises are still there," I asked. "Well most are from this guy I met that use to hit me too. He came across me in this old abandoned building and he..." he stopped short of saying what the guy did, but I was sure that he'd been raped and often by the appearance of his body. "You go take a shower and use the soap, shampoo and whatever else you need that you find in the shower," I told him and he walked off, his cute round ass waging side to side as he left the room. I gasped so loud when I saw his bruises that he began crying and hurried into the bathroom, closing the door loudly behind him. Even Jake said after Hunter had left the room how could a man do that to a child. "I cannot imagine my father doing that to me," I said, realizing that in all of the years that I had known dad, he'd never hit me once. "First off, we need to find some clothes that will fit him, because you and I are too big for him to wear ours." "I know this kid that I met yesterday... Jarrod in think was his name, yeah Jarrod, and he's the same size as Hunter. You watch over him and I'll go see if I can find him. He lives at the pool so I am sure he's there now," he told me and left the room. I went into the bathroom and sat on the commode while Hunter showered, and hoping to make him feel at ease. "Jake went to see if he can find you some clean clothes," I told Hunter and jumped when he pulled back the shower curtain to answer me. "I suppose that you going to join me, right," he asked with a look of panic in his eyes. "No, and just why would you assume that," I asked. "Mitch, he's my stepdad, does whenever I shower... joins me and fucks me," he said and I gasped that he could be so abused. "No Hunter, neither me nor Jake are going to use you sexually," I assured him. "I don't mind if you want to, after all, you have been so good to me," he said. He had washed his hair already and I could see that it was a rich auburn, which complemented his emerald green eyes. His nipples had the same bruising marks as did his backside and my eyes ran down his skinny body to a cute three inch cock hanging limply over his small set of balls. "Why don't you tell your mother what he's doing to you," I suggested and the boy began crying all over again, which made me feel badly for him. "She gone, she took off a while back and I haven't seen her since," he told me with tears rolling down his face. "She just up and left you with that man," I asked and he nodded. "I guess she got tired of Mitch hitting her all the time, so she left." "Well you finish up with the shower and Jake should be back soon with some clothes for you," I told him and left him to his shower. I looked at the clothes that he had on earlier and was appalled by the condition of them. They were thread bare and had holes everywhere. I had just tossed them in the trash when Jake knocked on the door. I opened it to find him standing there with an arm full of clothes. "Jarrod gave me all these and told me that I could keep them. I guess his uncle bought him a bunch of new clothes to wear," Jake told me as he set the clothes on the bed. It was then that Hunter came into the room with a towel wrapped around his thin body. He simply stood there staring at us as if waiting for something to happen. I picked up a pair of boxers, shorts and a tee shirt and handed them to Hunter. His eyes grew as big as saucers to have something clean to wear. "Thank you," he whispered to Jake and me as he took the clothes from me. "You get dressed and then we'll go get something to eat," I told him. We watched as he dressed and the clothes fit him as if they had been bought just for him. He was cute as a button when dressed and clean. "What will the steward say if they see me," he asked. "He won't say a word, you'll just look like any other kid that is here with their dad," I assured him as we left the room and headed to the all day buffet. The room that had been set up with the food was not to busy. It was past lunch and way to early for dinner, so we pretty much had the room to ourselves. We were all eating when the ship's captain strolled in. "How are you boys enjoying the cruise," he asked. "Good sir," I said and noticed how Hunter kept his eyes aimed at his plate. "Refueling for the evening sex-tivities," he asked with a smile and looked at Hunter. "I don't remember seeing you before," he said. "He's been mostly in his room because of sea sickness," I lied and Hunter nodded. "Well if it persists, you don't hesitate going to see the ship's physician," he told Hunter, who again nodded. "By the way, who is your father?" Hunter looked at me and I quickly replied, "my dad, Hunter's my brother," I lied again. "It's funny that David never mentioned the boy to me," he said, scratching his head. "Oh well boys, have fun and don't over do it," he said and left us. "What a cool liar you are," Jake said watching as the captain walked away. "And just what are you gonna do if he runs into your dad and mentions Hunter to him?" "I'll cross that bridge when I have to," I said, wondering to myself what I would say or do. But one thing that I did know was that I was not going to let Hunter be turned over to the authorities. For eleven years old, this boy had seen more abuse then boys twice his age had seen, and I had sudden need to protect him. "I need to find my dad and give him a heads up before he sees the captain," I said and once we were done, we headed back to Jake's room. We had completely forgotten that dad and Cole were probably having sex, so when we arrived at the room, we simply walked in. I gasped when I saw my dad's legs in the air and Cole was fucking him. Dad's hips were rising as fast as Cole's hips were driving his cock into my dad. "Oh fuck, it's the boys," my dad gasped and Cole continued his thrusts. "I can't stop now buddy, I'm about to cum," he said and gave two more powerful thrusts into dad, stopped and I could tell by the look on his face and the way that he was moaning that he was cumming. My dad's chest and stomach were covered with what I assumed to be his own climax's results. The three of us boys stood there and watched as Cole resumed his thrusts until he was spent. "Now what is so damn important that you had to interrupt us," Cole asked after he pulled his spent cock from my dad, who was urgently trying to cover himself. "My God dad, its not like I haven't seen you naked before. After all, remember dad, this is me, Danny, the boy that you fuck regularly," I said much to dad's embarrassment. "Your father fucks you too," Hunter whispered. "Yes, but it's a mutually agreed upon thing," I assure him. "So tell us, just what is the emergency," Cole asked again, climbing beneath the sheets and pulling my dad into his arms. "I need to talk to you, privately," I said, not knowing how Cole would react to Hunter's dilemma. "Well can't it wait until Cole and I am finished here," he asked and I shook my head. "Not really dad," I told him and then decided that, come what may, I was going to tell him. I told him about Hunter and I even had the boy remove his clothes, much to his embarrassment, and show them his bruises. I told him about the lies that I told the captain and when done, stood there waiting for their reaction. "Get dressed son," my dad told Hunter who took his clothes and along with Jake, went into the bathroom. "Did you see the fear in Hunter's eyes," Cole asked as he got up, and I could not help look at the cock he had. "It's a shower boy, it just hardens up but doesn't get much longer, just fatter around." "You took that up your ass dad," I said and he blushed. "Can we not talk about it right now, Danny, we have to decide what to do about Hunter," he said. "We are not turning him over to the authorities, dad, Cole," I said adamantly. "Well we can't just keep him, because I am sure that someone has reported him missing," dad said. "I doubt that his stepfather did, not with him raping the boy day and night," I reminded him. "I'll have to at least talk to the ship's captain. He will know what to do about the boy," he told me, just as Hunter and Jake entered the room, and I could see a panic on the boy's face. "No... oh please don't turn me in to the police," he begged. "I'll be your boy toy or whatever else you want, but please don't make me go back to him," he was crying now and I hugged him to me and assured him that no one was going to give him back to his stepfather. "Son," my dad said as he knelt down before Hunter, oblivious to the fact that he was still naked. "We have to let at least the captain know about you. He's a good man and will do right by you," dad assured him. "Ok, but if he says I have to go back, I'm jumping overboard and drowning myself," he said with a conviction so strong that I worried that he would do it. "Let me call the man and together we will do what is best for you," he said to Hunter and the boy nodded. Dad and Cole got dressed and called the captain. Ten minutes later, a knock came to the cabin door. Cole opened it and there stood the captain as handsome as ever. "How can I help you men," he said as he stepped into the room. It was then that he eyed Hunter and gave the boy a broad smile. "Well I get to see you again," he said looking at the boy. "That is what we need to talk to you about," dad said and then related the entire story to the captain. The room was so quiet when dad had finished relating to the captain about Hunter and what he had endured that you could have heard our hearts pounding in anticipation of the captain's response to what he had just been told. "Well first off, I don't appreciate being lied to," he said looking directly at me and I hung my head in shame. "Sorry sir, but I was afraid that you would turn Hunter over to the police when we returned to Miami," I said just above a whisper. "Now that we have cleared that up, relax son, no one is going to turn the boy over to any police or anyone else for that matter," he said and there was a collective sigh in the room. "Let me make some inquiries and see if he's been reported missing. I need to have your full name," he said looking compassionately at Hunter. Hunter's lip was quivering as he stood there, not able to talk. He rushed the captain, who wrapped his arms around the sobbing boy. "Now, now, lets dry up those tears and have a man to man talk, shall we son," he softly asked and Hunter wiped his tears with the back of his hand and nodded. "Hunter Bradford," he whispered, still in the captain's arms. "Well Mr. Bradford, if now one has reported you missing, I would say that you are a free agent," he told the boy. "But free or not, you are way to young to be living alone on the streets. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go make some inquiries," he said, standing and walking to the door. "But won't it raise some concerns," I asked. "I have a very good friend in homicide that owes me big time. I saved his ass more than once and... well he owes me," he said, nodding toward dad and Cole before leaving us. "See boys, I told you that Timothy was a good man," dad said. "How about we go eat, because this man totally left me famished," he said, looking over at a smiling Cole. "Well you were the one that insisted on that third fuck, Davy old boy," Cole said and pulled dad into his arms to give him a hot kiss. "Do your dads fuck you both," Hunter whispered but it was my dad that answered him. "Yes we do son, but we never forced our boys to do anything that they did not want to do," he assured him. "We both seduced our dads and I can't speak for Jake here, but I for one love having sex with him," I said as I hugged dad in thanks for what he did for Hunter. "If you both want to, you can fuck me too," Hunter said. "After all, it's the least I can do for what you did for me," he said as he began to pull off his tee shirt. "Don't do that Hunter, what we did for you we did because it was the right thing to do, and not because we wanted to have sex with you," dad said and my heart swelled with pride at how he handled the boy. "Before you guys get me crying, how about we go eat," Cole said and walked to the door. We had a tremendous dinner and afterward we all went swimming. By the time the midnight buffet was set out, we were all too exhausted to eat so we headed back to our rooms. "I'll see you later... please," Cole whispered to dad, but not soft enough so that Jake and I did not hear him. We smiled at each other, and I was still in shock that dad had taken to gay sex and was having it with Cole. I walked with my arm around Hunter's shoulder and dad had his around mine as we walked back to our room. I went directly to the shower, leaving dad and Hunter alone to decide on the sleeping arrangements. "Mmmmm," I moaned with my eyes closed as I pulled my cock to hardness, knowing that dad would not do a thing with the boy in the room. I was deep into my masturbation when I felt a hand remove mine from my cock and replaced it with his mouth, Hunter. "What are you doing," I asked, looking down at the boy as he took my cock fully into his mouth. "Blowing you as my way of saying thank you," he said and then returned to sucking me. "No Hunter, that is not necessary," I told him, but he continued to suck. Knowing that no matter what I said, he was not going to stop sucking me. So I leaned back against the shower wall and enjoyed the attention he was giving my cock. This boy knew what he was doing and it bothered me on how he had learned to be so good at sucking a cock. "I'm close Hunter... you can stop and let me finish it off," I told him but still, he continued sucking. I cupped his head with my hands and let him finish me. The boy had a talent for sucking dick and I was happy that he was sharing that talent with me. "Aaaaaaggggggghhhhh cumming," I cried out and blasted my cum into his small mouth. He drank and swallowed, never once coming up for air until I was spent. He released my cock and stood up, taking a drink of the water as it shot from the shower head. He swirled it around in his mouth and then spit it out. "Just because we did a kindness to you, doesn't mean that you have to repay us with sex," I told him. "I know, but this time it was my choice and I wanted to do this for you," he said and then burst into tears. He lunged at me and I hugged him to me and let him cry. His little body shook and trembled as he cried, and my heart broke because all the boy wanted was to be loved. "Do you think your dad will let me sleep with you both," he asked looking up at me with a pleading in his eyes. "You can ask him, but I must tell you, he won't use you for sex," I assured him. "Not even if I wanted to do it with him. I am gay you know, but I just didn't like Mitch and how abusive he was to me and mom. But I do love getting fucked," he said with a smile. "Well, I doubt that dad would go for either of us fucking you," I told him. "Then fuck me right here, right now because I so want to feel you inside me," he said, turning is hard, round ass to me and pulling it apart with his hands. "No honey, I am not going to fuck you," I told him, causing him to cry. "I get it, I'm not good enough to fuck," he said and hurried from the shower before I could stop him. I closed the shower and by the time that I stepped into the bedroom, the ship's captain was there, talking to my dad. Hunter had by then put on his boxers and was standing by dad, listening to the two men talk. "Ah Danny, Tim here said that he heard back from his friend in Miami and there has been no missing person report on Hunter." "So what does that mean for him," I asked. "Well it means that he's simply not missing and that no one cares enough to report him as so," Tim said, locking eyes with the boy. If there was one thing that you could say about Tim, it was that he was understanding and compassionate as a man. I could tell that his heart ached for Hunter, and when I looked at Hunter I could see that he liked Tim. "I just wanted you to know what I heard and now if you'll excuse me, I'll bid you a goodnight," he said. "We'll get together in the morning and discuss this over breakfast," dad suggested. "I eat at 6 am sharp, so if its breakfast that you'll be wishing to talk over, you had best get to sleep, because it comes mighty fast." "I'll see you in the main dining room at 6am," dad said, shaking the man's hand before he left. "You two boys take the bed and I'll take the sofa," dad said, grabbing a blanket from the closet and the spare pillow. Hunter walked over to dad, pulled him down to his level and after wrapping his skinny little arms around his neck, kissed him. I was not a peck on the cheek, but a full out kiss that was complete with the tongue. I could tell that the kiss took dad by surprise, because he staggered back and fell on the sofa, a shocked look on his face. Hunter wasted no time and pounced on dad's lap. I watched as he kissed dad again, all the while he was grinding his round little ass into his crotch. "What are you doing, Hunter," dad asked, pushing the boy away some. "You do not have to do this, just because I was kind to you," he added. "I know that sir, but I want to do this, I enjoy being fucked by a man that likes me and is not abusing me," he said and tried to kiss dad again. "You are still a young child and there is no way under heaven that I am fucking a little boy. It's bad enough that I am fucking my own son, never mind a child." "Dad he gave me the same talk in the bathroom, so now it's your turn to reason with him," I told him. Dad bodily moved the boy aside and picked up the phone. Within minutes the captain was knocking on our door again. After a lengthy conversation, Tim left with Hunter beside him. "I'm proud of you dad, I really am," I told him as he held me against him in bed when we finally got to go to bed. "I'm sorry, I know the boy feels that sex is a way of thanking people, but I refuse to fuck a child," he said adamantly. "What about me dad, do you have another fuck in you, or did Cole fuck it out of you?" "Seriously son, I'm too tired to do anymore fucking," he said. "But if you have a need for sex, go at it," he said, moving to his back and spreading his legs. That was all that I needed and climbed between his legs. I placed his legs on my shoulder and sunk my cock deep into his cum soaked ass. I could still feel Cole's seed in dad as it eased my entry and it only fueled the fire that was burning in me. I began with a slow, easy stroke and soon my cock pounding his ass. To be continued... I didn't think that our vacation story would be so long, but I wanted to do justice to the exciting times we had aboard ship. So instead of shorting it, I decided to tell it in several parts. As before in the original chapter, I would love to hear from you guys. Especially you guys that shared the same love that I did with dad. Send your thoughts or comments to: josh_cooper1990@yahoo.com Thanks. 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