Date: Wed, 15 Feb 2017 23:06:59 -0600 From: Michael Smith Subject: My Son and Our Cruise - Chapter 2 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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You'll get pretty dang close though! ;) Happy Reading Y'all My Son and Our Cruise - Chapter 2 He's quiet for a moment as I rub his arm, feeling him against me before I hear him take a large breath and let it out slowly, feeling his body relaxing slightly against mine. "Something like that, yeah." He turns and smiles up at me. We stand on the balcony for a few more minutes, watching the waves roll and the glimmer of stars starting to break against the shroud of darkness slowly covering the sky. I always liked stargazing but never had time to drive out to the country and do it. I keep my hand on his upper arm, my arm around his shoulders as we stand in the peaceful silence. "So, how about that movie then, huh?" I smile down at him and give him a gentle squeeze before letting my arm slide off of his shoulder. I turn back to the room and step inside, kicking off my shoes as I do. I turn and watch as he walks in behind me and I slide the glass door shut. "I know you'll want to watch a scary movie so go ahead and pick one out, I'll get these candles started." Mike sits down on the foot of the bed and clicks on the wall mounted flatscreen, flipping through a few channels as I start to light the candles. I start with the ones on the small desk before moving around to the sides of the bed, lighting the ones on the nightstands. Once they are all lit, the room glows softly with the flickering light from them, a plain vanilla scent taking over the room from the candles, mingling with the fresh scent of the rose pedals. Yes, I wanted to have sex with my son. Yes, I wanted to fuck his brains out but I wasn't going to do it forcefully. I assumed that it would be his first time with anybody so why not make it special? After all, your first time should be something you look back on with fondness. I place the lighter flat on the nightstand and lay in the bed, on top of the sheets. "Find one yet?" I ask, looking at my son as he sits on the edge of the bed, his shirt riding up a little bit as he leans over his kness, showing off a little sliver of his smooth, tan skin. His small back dimples sitting just above his jeans and belt. He flicks one more channel and sighs, tossing the remote on the nightstand at his side of the bed. "Yeah." He replied, looking over his shoulder at me. He lays back on the bed, mimicking my, sitting up against the headboard, legs outstretched on the mattress, the rose pedals laying on top of the blankets with us. "You taking a shower now or in the morning, old man?" He smirked and chuckled at me. He always like to call me that even though I wasn't even middle aged yet. "I guess I can take one tonight." I say, looking him up and down a little bit. "Just promise you won't get too scared out here all alone." I stand up and stretch slightly before walking to the bathroom. I leave the door open as I undress since Mike couldn't see me from here, not that I would mind if he did. I turn on the shower and toss my clothes into a neat pile outside of the door before shutting it. I step into the tight shower and can't help but to wonder if Mike would enjoy some shower sex or a romantic bath as I wash my hair and muscular body. As I said earlier, I was in pretty damn good shape but I wasn't a gym rat or anything. I rinse off and cut the water before stepping out and drying off, leaving my hair a little damp. I wrap my towel around my waist, letting it sit a little lower than I normally would. I open the door and step into the room, turning the small corner, surprised to see Mike under the blankets. "You not showering tonight?" I cock an eyebrow at him as I round the bed and set my suitcase on the small bed, noticing that he isn't wearing a shirt. "Nah, I didn't get too hot or anything." I hear him say I unzip my suitcase and grab a pair of black boxer briefs, a black vneck tshirt, and some gray sweats. "I'll take one before we go out in the morning though." I turn and walk to the other side of the bed, walking a little slower now, giving him a chance to look if he wanted. I didn't know if he was gay or not, not that it mattered, teenaged guys like him get so worked up with just a little touching and feeling, it was almost too easy really. I round my side of the bed and slide my boxer briefs on under the towel before taking it off, laying it on the bed. I follow suit with my sweatpants and take the towel back to the bathroom, not bothering with a shirt since my son didn't either. I pull my side of the blankets up and can barely see that he is wearing some black basketball shorts as I slide into the bed with him. I lay a little towards the middle, a little more than I should have been if I didn't have any intentions. I let the blankets fall to my side, covering me from my stomach down, leaving my broad chest exposed, the scent of vanilla and roses now strong in the cozy, dimly lit room. "So what's going on in this movie?" I ask, leaning up a little, using my arm to prop myself up. "Basically, this house is haunted by two spirits, one good one and one bad one." He explains, rolling onto his back as he looks at me, the blankets pulled up to barely expose his soft shoulders. "The same idea that's been going on for the past few years but I haven't seen this one yet." I look down and smile at him warmly and can see the fire from the candles flickering in his eyes as he looks up at me. We had been pretty close as he grew up, always a daddy's boy but he was really busy with swim this year so we hadn't had the same chances to hang out this year. It sucked but this cruise would make up for it, not just for the sex but for the time that would have to be close together. We watch the movie, the cruise ship gently rocking with the waves as the movie rolls on and finishes. By the end, through several minor adjustments on his part and a few, more deliberate adjustments on mine, we were pretty close together in the bed, only a few inches apart. Mike reaches over and grabs the remote, turning the tv down a bit before laying back down in the same position, almost spooning with me. I let out a small sigh as he lays back down, the warmth from his body radiating agianst me in the bed. We lay there for a few moments before he gets up and blows out the candles on his nightstand and then the ones on the small desk, giving me a good view of his nearly naked body, his flat stomach and faint v-lines running into his loose basketball shorts. I look down and notice a small bulge on his crotch, he's not wearing any underwear. I'm a little surprised really and feel my cock twitch a bit in my boxer briefs, glad that I wore them under my sweats now. I roll over and blow out the candles on my nightstand as he gets back into the bed. I return to my own position and find him even closer now, surprising me again. Did he know what I was onto? Probably not, he's probably just liking the feeling of sharing the bed with someone. I lay on my side, barely inches between us now. We lay almost next to each other as he turns off the tv now, the only light in the room streaming into the windows from the full moon, barely lighting the room. "Hey, Mike?" I start softly, letting my arm rest on my side. "Yeah, Dad?" He asks after a second, whispering softly back to me. I didn't know quite how to ask this, I'm sure his mom would have asked a million times by now so he was probably tired of answering it but it was the only way I could think to get the ball rolling without being too forward with him. I didn't want to come off that way, like I was pressuring him into having sex with me. He needed to know that I supported his decision no matter what and he didn't need to know what I was getting it if he did turn me down. "You have a girlfriend, right?" I ask, laying on the pillow, the blankets exposing my chest as I breathe steadily. "I mean, I've just never seen you bring a girl home or anything and I'm sure they're probably all over you at school." I reach out and grab his waist softly, making him chuckle a little bit before I return my hand to my side. "No." He whispers, a little disappointment in his voice. "I'm not really worried about it, though." He shrugs, causing the blankets to fall a little farther down his slim body. "I'm not even a sophmore yet so I've still got three years of high school left to figure that stuff out." Bingo. That was my in right there. "Yeah, I understand." I tell him, whispering a little too. We were all alone here so there wasn't a need to whisper but it always made things more intimate. "There's plenty of time to figure that sort of stuff out but, if you have any questions or want to talk about anything, I'm always here for you, son." I shift a bit in the bed, closing the gap, our bodies just barely, achingly barely touching and I let out a small controlled sigh as I feel my sons soft skin against my own. "I still feel bad about it though." He shrugs slightly as we lay together in the bed. "I haven't even had my first kiss yet and I don't have a clue about sex. Mom definitely isn't the person to go to and neither is the internet." "Why don't you ask me then?" I suggest, treading lightly, making sure to give him a way out if he wants it. "I'm gonna be a lot more open than your mom and a lot more reliable than the internet." I let him think about it for a few seconds and I can almost hear the gears turning in his head before I open my mouth again. "I could even show you a few things if you'd want." There's a slight pause for a moment before he takes in a breath. "Like what?" He asks almost inaudibly. I almost got him and I knew it but I still had to watch myself, not let my own excitement get in the way. "Everything really." I tell him non-chalantly, not wanting him to think I was up to something. Truth is, I wanted to pull those basketball shorts off his ass and fuck him right there but I knew I couldn't. "I'll take the lead, tell you everything you need to know, show you too, if you'd want. All you have to do is say stop and I will or you can just say no." There's a small pause for a moment as he thinks, the relaxing smell of vanilla and erotic smell of roses heavy in the room. "Okay." His voice shakes a little as he whispers to me and I can tell he is still a little unsure of the proposition but that's okay, I'll get him to relax eventually. I slowly slide my hand back onto his waist, rubbing my thumb across the soft skin as he lays still. "Just relax." I coo softly, scooting in closer so that our bodies are in full contact. "Who else is there better to learn from that your dad, right?" I feel him chuckle a bit as he lays with me in the bed. "Remember, tell me to stop if you're uncomfortable with anything." "Alright, dad." he whispers as he places his hand on top of mine slowly as I can feel him shaking, from nervousness or excitement. I couldn't tell which yet.