Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2017 12:28:07 -0500 From: Michael Smith Subject: My Son and Our Cruise - Chapter 5 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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Please, feel free to contact me with any questions, comments, concerns, or suggestions about this work of fiction at incstwrtr007@gmail.com Here is the picture I used for the inspiration of this story: https://niftyinspiration.tumblr.com/image/157114885028 Sorry for the long wait too, guys. I've been busy with work and midterms. Don't worry though, I haven't forgotten about y'all! Happy Reading Y'all My Son and Our Cruise - Chapter 5 We kiss slowly for a few moments, my hand on his cheek, pulling him into the kiss, keeping him where he is, on my cock. Our hands slowly roam over each other's bodies, feeling over every muscle, every dip and curve as the hot shower water rains down over us. I slowly move my hands to his hips and lift him up, letting my still hard cock slowly pull out of his hot, young ass. He stands up and turns around, kissing me again as I stand up and tower over him. I wrap my arms low around his waist and pull him into me, our cock rubbing against each other as we slowly kiss, his arms wrapped around my shoulders. This was hot, of course, but not just that. I felt something different towards him, too. Something that wasn't just about the physical sensations we could give each other but also the emotional connection we could have. I reach forward and turn off the water before opening the door and breaking the kiss. "After you, Mike." I whisper and hold the door open for him. He smiles up at me and nods before stepping out of the shower onto the cold tile floor. I follow suit and step behind him, looking at our reflections in the mirror, his tight boy body dwarfed in comparison to mine. I reach up and grab two towels from the rack above the toilet, throwing one on my shoulder. I unfold the other one and gently lay it on his head before moving my hands, drying his thick hair off. "I can do that myself, you know." He says, reaching up and putting his hands on top of mine. "I'm not a baby anymore." I smile a bit but continue to dry his hair, pulling the front of the towel up so I can see his face. "No, but you'll always be my baby boy." I look in to his eyes through the reflection on the mirror and step forward, pressing him against the counter, my soft cock pressing against his lower back, forcing a stifled moan from his lips. "Won't you be?" "Y-yeah..." He whispers, closing his eyes. I pull back a little bit and continue to dry his hair for a few seconds before moving down to his shoulders, then his arms and his back. "Good." I mumble as I work to his chest and then down his flat stomach. I reach his waist and then move to start on his back, working my way down until I reach his hips again. I gently wrap the towel around his waist and pull him back in to me, feeling his soft skin, cool from the water. "I don't want you going anywhere." I smile and lean down to kiss his cheek. I tuck the towel into itself, low on his waist and give his right ass cheek a little squeeze. "Go get in the bed, I'll be right there." He does as he's told and heads out into the stateroom, leaving me alone in the bathroom. I quickly dry off and hang my towel on the bottom of the towel rack. I walk out of the bathroom and find Mike laying on his side, his back facing me. I stop and admire the view for a moment, the way the soft blanket rises with the curve of his chest, falling bit before rising again at his waist. I step to the opposite side of the bed and gently crawl in, not wanting to wake him up. I pull the blanket up to my shoulder and lay flat on my back. Almost instantly, he cuddles up to me, letting his head rest on my pec, his nose almost pressed against my neck and he lets out a soft sigh. "I love you, Daddy." He mumbles almost silently as he slides his leg over me, pulling himself into me more. I shudder at what he calls me but I close my eyes and sigh as well, knowing that I could get used to it. I slowly bring my hand up, letting my thumb slowly rub against his jaw as he dozes off. "I love you too, baby." I lean over and give him a gentle kiss before slowly nodding off myself. The next few days of the cruise go pretty much the same way but we don't have sex every day. We venture out as the ship ports a few times of the day, exploring the local scenery and attractions. He was a little nervous the first time I took his hand in public but he got used to it after a while. We held hands whenever we were alone and got the chance, getting more and more comfortable with this "thing" we were getting into. When we were on the ship a full day, we went out and had a blast, always smiling and laughing with each other, our hands always touching each other in playful ways, ruffling hair, poking and prodding. Mike and I had dinner in our cabin each night, too. Enjoying the fresh breeze out on the balcony, shirtless or just in our underwear. It was pretty romantic, honestly. Sitting on a private balcony with my son, enjoying a good room service meal, a candle lit table, the sound of the water rushing against the ship, and the fact that we were both getting to know each other more and more. On the last night of the cruise, we did this again but I went full out this time. I ordered us both large steaks with mashed potatoes, green beans, candles, rose pedals, and even a little wine. We reach the room again after a full day of running around the ship, enjoying our last day on vacation to its fullest. We walk down the hall, talking and laughing about nothing in particular until we reach our room. Mike reaches into the pocket of my jeans and pulls out my keycard. I look both ways down the hall making sure nobody is coming before I gently slide my hand around his waist, pulling myself into him. He chuckles a bit as I lean down and kiss his neck and he opens the door. I step inside with him, holding him to me as the door shuts behind us. The room already smells of soft roses and vanilla, which is just what I wanted. I wanted our last night to be as good as the first, a memorable one. "Are you ready to eat?" I smile as I whisper into Mikes ear, kissing his cheek again lightly. I walk us to the bed and see the silver trays out on the balcony, the lids still on them. "Of course." He says as he places his hands on top of mine. He turns around in my arms and looks up at me, smiling before standing on his toes and giving me a quick but deep kiss. "I'm always ready to eat, Dad." I smile at him and slide my hands to his ass, giving it a gentle squeeze as I kiss his forehead. I lean up and open the door to the balcony, kicking my shoes off as I do. He steps through the doorway and onto the balcony, smiling at the trays of food. I grab two wine glasses and the bottle of wine I ordered from the room service menu. I step onto the balcony and watch as the full moons reflection shimmers on the black ocean. I slide the door shut and set the glasses on the table. "Wine?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow up at me. "Your mom doesn't have to know." I tell him as I set the bottle down as well. I grab the bottle opener from the table and pop the bottle, setting the cork down. "Then again, she doesn't have to know about any of what happened on this vacation." I smirk at Mike as I pour the wine and he takes his seat. I pour both of our glasses and sit down, taking the lid off my tray, the smell of the fresh food wafting into the salty air. I look over at him and smile before I pick up my glass. "She doesn't have to know about any of this." I raise my glass a bit, tipping it forward. "Call me cliché but, to us." Mike quickly picks his glass up and repeats my words before clinking his glass against mine. We both take a sip from our glasses and I watch as he makes a somewhat surprised face. "Ugh." He mutters as he smacks his lips a little bit, causing me to chuckle softly as I set my glass down. "You'll get used to it." I tell him as I pick up my fork and knife, cutting into my steak. I take the bite and chew it before swallowing it, looking up at the starts twinkling in the sky. "This isn't going to stop, is it?" His soft voice interrupts my thoughts and I look back down at him. He looks a little worried, a little sadness in his eyes. I smile softly at him and set my knife down before reaching over and gently taking his hand in mine. "No, it's not." I say simply but gently, shaking my head a little bit as I do. "This is too much for either of us to just stop. We're going to have to be careful when we get home though." I nod a bit, still looking into his eyes. "Nobody can every know that we feel this way towards each other." He's quiet for a moment before he offers a small nod. He grabs his glass again and lifts it up. "To us." He smiles softly. I raise my glass and nod, repeating his words and clinking our glasses together. We each take a sip of our drink and he manages to keep a more straight face this time. We eat our meal and finish up, talking and joking about nothing really at all, just enjoying each other's company. I place my fork and knife on my plate and cover the tray back up before standing up and walking over to the railing of the balcony. Mike joins me after a moment, standing next to me, leaning over the edge a little bit. I look over at him, the gently breeze blowing through his hair. I look at him silently, taking in every aspect of him, his soft skin, the way his eyes glisten in the pale moonlight. He was beautiful. Not in just the physical way either. His personality, his attitude toward life, his knowledge which was immense for his age, he was beautiful in just the way he was... and I loved it. Here I was, just planning on having a quick fuck with him, not even knowing if he was going to want it and here we are now, getting to know each other on a more personal level. I loved it. I loved him. I was in love with my own son. I wanted to spend my time with him, help him however I could, more than a father should anyway. I was in love with my son, not just as my son but, as a person. He looks over at me and laughs a bit, blushing softly. "What?" He asks, turning to face me, stepping right next to me as he looks up at me. "Nothing." I smile back and wrap a hand around his waist, pulling him all the way into me. "I just really love you." He smiles and wraps his arm around my neck and I turn toward him, pulling him into me, embracing him softly as I look down, meeting each other's eyes. "I love you too, Daddy." He says softly and he meant it. I could see it in his eyes that he really meant it. Everything I was feeling towards him, he was feeling back towards me. I bring my free hand to his neck and hold it there softly as we stand silently, looking into the others eyes, searching them intently. We both go in for a kiss, taking each other's lips softly and it felt different. It felt fuller. There was so much more there now. More feeling, more love, vulnerability, trust. It was all perfectly there. We understood each other completely now, we knew what we wanted and that was us. Nothing else. Nothing else mattered now, just as long as we had each other. I slowly pull back and take his hand, leading him into the cabin, not caring about leaving the food and wine outside. All the mattered was my son and me. I guide him to the bed and let him stand in front of me. I look down at him and kiss him again, feeling him relax with the kiss. My hands find his shirt and gently tug it up to his chest. His arms raise and I lean back, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt off him. I toss it to the floor and feel him going for my belt. I gently put my hands on his hands and stop him, smiling softly. "Not tonight." I whisper softly, watching as the light from the candles I had ordered flicker and throw light across his smooth face. "I just want us to enjoy each other for each other. For us." He smiles back and nods softly. "Okay." He whispers and smiles up at me softly. I gently take his neck in my hands and kiss him again, deeper this time but still slow. He moans against my lips and wraps his arms up around my strong shoulders, stepping into me, pushing against me. I gently push him back, letting both of us fall onto the bed, rolling around, not being able to get enough of each other. He scoots back further up the bed and I crawl on top of him, my hands roaming his body as we kiss again, our tongues swirling around each other now. I let out a shaky breath and rest my forehead against his, opening my eyes and meeting his. He lets out a breath and smiles at me sincerely. "I want us to always be together like this, Dad." A soft moan escapes my lips at the thought and I take his chin in my hand and pull him into another kiss, our breathing heavy and fast. There was nothing more than I wanted at this moment. I never felt this strongly towards anyone, not even my wife and I never thought I would feel this strong towards someone, let alone my own son. I pull back from the kiss and rest my forehead on his again. "I want this too, son." I whisper, my voice shaking with so many emotions, pleasure, love, want, need. There was nothing more than I wanted or needed than my son, to make him mine and have him forever. It was the most erotic and sensual thought ever to me. "I want us to be like this always, Mike." I kiss him again, a little softer now as I chuckle into the kiss, not being able to believe what I had just said. It was the truth though, from both of us. We wanted each other and that was it. We slowly slow down and stop kissing, catching are breaths as I roll onto my back and pull him into me. It was enough to just lay there and feel him beside me, feel his breathing, his body, his racing heart to confirm my feelings. I didn't want him just as a toy or a lover as I thought at the beginning of the cruise. I wanted him as my partner. I wanted to love and cherish him always and forever. We lay like that for a while before I get up and blow out all the candles, leaving the door to the balcony open, letting the soft sea breeze waft into the room. I slowly undress in the dark room, looking down at Mike as he lay still and silent on top of the bed, his bare chest rising and falling slowly. "Let's hit the bed, huh?" I ask softly, gently pushing his hip a little bit. He groans a little bit and rolls onto his back. "You do it." He mumbles without opening his eyes. I roll my eyes and smile a bit, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts. I slowly tug them down, reveling in each new inch of his thigh that is revealed as I do. It was anything that I hadn't seen before but it was so special and different this time. I gently pull them off his feet and pull his socks off as well. I slide my hand up his leg, starting at his ankle, feeling the way his calve curves out slightly, the lean and hard muscle on his thigh. I reach his gray boxer briefs and I hook my fingertips into the waistband and lean forward, kissing his soft skin just above them. He moans softly and his hips push forward but I ignore it, slowly kissing each new inch of his soft skin that is exposed as I tug his underwear down. "I thought we weren't doing anything tonight." "We aren't." I whisper against his extreme upper thigh, just where it meets his hip, his semi hard teen cock held back by his underwear. "But that doesn't me I can't be affectionate towards you." I continue to pull his underwear down, kissing gently again until I'm halfway down his thigh. I sit up and slowly pull them off of his legs, tossing them to the floor with our other clothes. I look down at him, eyeing his smooth, naked body, watching his smooth chest rise as fall as my eyes take in the sight of him, his lean muscles curving out and dipping against each other. I slowly crawl on top of him, my hands sliding up his legs, hips, and sides before I'm on all fours on top of him. I look down at him and he opens his eyes barely, just enough to see. I smile and lean down, giving him a single, long, deep kiss before rolling onto my side next to him. He rolls onto his side and backs into me, cuddling against me and I slide one of my legs between his, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him tight against me, wanting to make him feel protected and loved. I pull the blankets over our bodies and gently kiss the back of his neck. "Dad." He says quietly but a little abruptly. "Yes, Mike?" I ask in a whisper. "This isn't going to change after we go home, right?" He mutters softly after a moment, his voice shaking a little bit. "Of course not, babe." I smile and rub his chest with my hand softly. "Nothing is ever gonna change between us again." He lets out a soft sigh and places his hand on top of mine, giving it a light squeeze before we both drift off to sleep, knowing that my words were true.