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I had decided when I was packing my gear that this would be my last camping trip with the scouts. My best friend, Jack Whitmore, had signed up for the Marines. We were both seniors and he would be going in right after graduation. Somehow I couldn’t quite picture us together anymore, me in my scout uniform and him in a Marine uniform. It just didn’t flush. It sure as hell wouldn’t flush when we got together when he came home on leave. Jack was never a scout. He lived out in the country, while I was a city kid, if a population of four thousand can be called a city. While I had spent the last ten years in scouting, he had been busy working on the farm and saving himself for bigger and better things.

I hadn’t told Mr. Barnes, my scout master, yet. I hadn’t even told my parents about my plans to join my friend; that I was going to see the recruiter right after we got home from the camping trip.

The woods was quiet except for the crickets, and the frogs down at the creek. It was my responsibility to see that all the kids were tucked inside their tents for the night. I walked through the trees, checking to see that their tents were zipped and laced shut. I was still back in the dark of the trees when I saw Mr. Barnes duck out of his tent, located at the edge of a small clearing where the moon was able to cast its rays through the foliage. I stopped in my tracks, for he was naked except for his hiking boots. In the years that he had been my scoutmaster, and the two years that I had served as his assistant, I had never seen Mr. Barnes, naked. He was big, and tough, I knew that, his chest and arms and shoulders always bulging against his shirts, but I never realized how really muscular he was till now, when I was seeing him in all his naked glory. I watched him as he stepped over to a tree a couple of yards away from his tent to take a piss. He was half turned away, the contour of his big, round, tight butt and the V of his torso and big, thick thighs in contrast silhouette.

I had always greatly respected and admired the man but at that moment, in that stance, he was an awesome sight that, for some reason, nearly took my breath away. I listened to the soft splatter of piss in the leaves that seemed to go on forever; he sounded like a horse pissing. Finally, I could see the muscles in his arm ripple and dance as he shook his cock, then much to my surprise, he spent a moment longer, pulling on it, like he was casually enjoying the solitary moment. I thought he might be going to jack off right out there in the open but then he turned and went back into his tent. Suddenly I was having trouble sucking air into my lungs. I was nearly overwhelmed with feelings I didn’t understand; feelings that I had somehow managed to bury so deep that they were no threat to me till this moment. I will never know what prompted it, or what force moved me toward his tent, but I moved quickly so I was able to slip inside before he zipped it up and tied the flaps closed. There he stood, in the soft lantern light, the most beautiful specimen of maleness I had ever laid eyes on. He heard me come inside and glanced around.

‘Dean?’ he said over his shoulder.

‘Yeah, I…I just wanted to report that the boys are all tucked in safe and sound,’ I said.

‘Good, but you don’t have to report in. You know I trust your judgment on that.’

He turned around and I think I might have gasped when I saw him up closer, totally naked, right down to his manhood. I jerked my eyes back up, swallowing hard. Godd, he was hung! His cock was certainly befitting a man of his size and stature, and then some, but I just never imagined he could be that big. Not that I had imagined him like this at all; like I said, I still had no idea what I was doing in his tent. It was pretty much against the rules for me to be in his tent with him unless there was a problem. But he didn’t ask me to leave.

‘We’ve got a big day planned for them tomorrow,’ he said. ‘A rugged day.’

‘They’ll be up for it, they’re all asleep,’ I said.

‘Bull. I’ll bet the little devils are wide awake and jacking off,’ he said with a chuckle.

I blinked with surprise and laughed softly. I’d never heard him talk like that before, and he was including his own son.

He laughed. ‘Well, hell, wouldn’t you be? Didn’t you jack off every night when you discovered it was good for something besides taking a piss?’

I was embarrassed but so happily relieved to hear him talking like this. It was like he was inviting me into his private world.

‘Well…yeah…I…I guess I did my share of it,’ I admitted.

‘Dam right you did. Hell, I wouldn’t trust a boy who didn’t.’

It was my turn to laugh, a bit more at ease now with the way he was talking to me. ‘Yeah, especially on the camping trips,’ I said.

‘Probably still do,’ he said.

That threw me and I could feel my embarrassment. ‘Well, not…as much as I used to,’ I admitted with a soft laugh. ‘There’s something about being out in the wild and the woods that gets the adrenalin pumping.’

‘You mean the testosterone,’ he said. ‘Yeah, there’s something primeval about it, like man returning to his original natural habitat; his roots.’

I sort of laughed again; a nervous laugh. ‘It sounds strange, though, hearing you talk like this,’ I managed. ‘Especially including your own son in that remark.’

‘Hell, Brandon is no different than any of the other boys,’ he said. ‘And I can tell you for damn sure that he jacks off every chance he gets; hell every day of his young life. I find the evidence all the time.’

‘You do?’ I said, surprised.

‘Yeah. In fact, I caught him one time.’

‘You did!’

‘Yeah, poor kid was like a deer in the headlights, standing there in the middle of the room with his cock in his hand,’ he said, laughing.

‘What’d you do? What did he do?’ I asked, hoping I didn’t sound too excited.

‘He just stood there, scared to death. Till I put him at ease. I told him when he was finished, I needed to talk to him about something.’

‘Wow! That was a neat way of handling it. Did he? Finish, I mean?’ I felt suddenly stupid for asking such personal questions about his son, but Mr. Barnes didn’t seem put off by it.

‘I assume he did; he didn’t come downstairs for several minutes,’ he said with a wide grin. ‘When he did, I told him not to be embarrassed about it.’

There was an awkward pause, like he suddenly didn’t know why I was there in his tent and I couldn’t tell him because I wasn’t sure myself. I knew one thing; I wanted to be there, more than anything. And I knew why, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to face it. Suddenly his mood and manner changed.

‘You know, Dean, you shouldn’t be in my tent, just the two of us alone,’ he said in a gentle tone. ‘Especially with me like this,’ he added, indicating his nakedness.

‘I thought that applied only to the younger boys. I’m eighteen, your assistant, now for two years,’ I said.

‘Still…but hell, who’s going to know?’

Suddenly, I had to swallow to get rid of the spit that was flooding my mouth, and he heard me.

‘You okay, Dean? Is something bothering you?’ he asked.

I swallowed hard again. ‘No, sir, I just…well, I….there’s something I wanted to tell you……’

‘Sure, you can tell me anything, Dean, you ought to know that by now.’

‘You’re probably going to be upset with me, but….well, sir, I’m joining the Marines. This is my last camping trip,’ I blurted.

He did a sort of double-take and a thin smile came across his handsome face.

‘Upset? Of course I’m not upset. I’m not even all that surprised. You’re Marine material.’

‘Do you think so?’

‘Definitely. I was in the Marines, I can see your potential.’

‘I’m going to miss it…this,’ I said, with a wave around the tent.

‘I’m going to miss you, Dean. You’ve been a great help, and a great inspiration to the boys you’ve come in contact with.’

‘I hope so.’

Another awkward pause. I was feeling panic. I felt compelled to say something before he asked me if there was anything else wrong, or worse, told me to leave.

‘I, uh…you said…anything, sir…I c-could t-talk to you about anything,’ I stammered.

‘Yes,’ he said with a confused scowl, and he took a step closer to me. ‘And stop calling me sir.’

I kept my eyes up but I could see his big cock jostling when he moved and I almost couldn’t breathe again.

‘What’s on your mind?’ he asked.

‘I d-don’t know, for s-sure…I mean, I do, sort of, but I…I d-don’t know how to say it.’

He stepped closer and put his hand on my shoulder; he was so close now that I could feel his body heat. I gulped down the overflow of spit in my mouth.

‘The best way to get something out in the open is to just come out and say it. So don’t be so nervous. Calm down, take a deep breath and spit it out. Hell, it can’t be that bad.’

I took the deep breath but I couldn’t spit it out. For a split second I was ready to bolt and run out of his tent, but I wanted to be there, I couldn’t run away from this opportunity, or the truth that was screaming to be told. But I couldn’t talk and I didn’t know how I found the courage, but suddenly I saw my hand reach out then felt it against his chest. Mr. Barnes saw it was something really wrong and the next thing I knew, he was wrapping his powerful arms around me, pulling me in tight against naked body.

‘Hey, come on, what is it, Dean?’ he asked as he hugged me tight. ‘It can’t be all that bad. I’m right here for you, son, it’s nothing we can’t handle. But you have to tell me what it is that’s got you so worked up. Hey, you don’t have a girl pregnant, do you? That’s not the reason you’re joining the Marines.’

‘No, sir,’ I said. ‘I wouldn’t walk out on a girl like that if I did.’

‘Then what?’ he asked, moving me back away from the tight embrace, but still close enough that I could feel the warmth of his naked muscles. His warm, hard muscles pressing against me, I could even feel his manhood against my upper thigh. He was so nonchalant about it, but Godd, I thought I was going to pass out.

‘You,’ I said, pressing my hand against his solid pec muscles.

He reared his head back and looked down at me with a look of surprise. He was taller than me so he had to look down a little.

‘Me? What’d I do?’ he asked.

‘Nothing, sir, just…just being…you,’ I stammered. I couldn’t say it. The words just wouldn’t come. How do you tell the man you’ve admired all your young life that you’re sexually attracted to him? I couldn’t. But I was able to press my other hand against the other side of his chest.

He looked totally bewildered now. He wouldn’t be in a minute or two, when he felt my cock getting hard. He would know for sure what the problem was. I had to say something before that happened but my mouth was so dry and my tongue felt like a stone.

‘Dean, you’re going to have to spell it out for me better than that, why me just being me has got you so uptight,’ he said.

‘Let’s just say, it’s a good thing I’m quitting and joining the Marines, sir. You probably wouldn’t want me around the boys,’ I blurted.

He stared at me. ‘Dean…what?…are you…telling me….?’

‘I’m telling you, sir, that I’ve come to realize…just tonight, actually…that I’ve wanted to be in this situation with you for a long time, only I didn’t know it. I just knew I’ve always felt very strongly about you, such deep respect and admiration for everything about you, the way you handle the boys, being so easy to talk to, the way you’re built, although I guess I didn’t realize just how good you’re built till tonight, when I saw you standing out there, totally naked, taking a piss…it was……’ I had to let out some air before I could go on. ‘It was such an awesome sight, and I….well, I knew I wanted to do something special for our last night as scout and scoutmaster.’

He chuckled, his hard abs rippling.

‘Wait a minute….I was an awesome sight, taking a piss?’

‘Yes, sir, all naked like that…you know, in all this time, I never saw you naked before,’ I said.

I heard him swallow now. Suddenly he took his hands off my shoulders and stepped around me and walked past me. I glanced around to see him zipping up the tent, then he tied the flaps shut. He came back and stood in front of me again.

‘Look, we know it’s against the rules, but you’re right, those rules do apply mostly to the younger boys. So, do you want to spend the night in my tent?’ he asked.

‘Oh, yes,’ I said.

‘Sounds like you’re a little confused about yourself, Dean. You’ve been carrying this around for a while, and maybe we need to get it worked out.’

‘Longer than I knew. I think I just dumped it all at your feet, sir,’ I said. ‘I’m sorry, but it feels good, getting rid of it.’

‘It’s okay, son, you don’t have to be sorry about it. And don’t call me sir. You can….well, considering the circumstances, maybe you should call me CJ.’

I felt good about him calling me son. ‘I don’t even know what the circumstances are,’ I said with a nervous laugh.

He put his hand under my chin and lifted my head up so we were looking eye to eye. I’d never been that close to his eyes before, either, and I could’ve just melted and run down in a puddle. I tried to turn my head but he held it firm.

‘It feels like you’re looking into my soul,’ I said, quickly averting my eyes.

‘Maybe I am. Look at me,’ he said sternly.

I looked back at him, used to obeying him.

‘Maybe I am, and maybe I can see what’s bothering you, but I want you to tell me, straight out. I don’t think you know for sure yourself, and you’re not going to till you say it out loud.’

I tried to look down but he held my head and his eyes drew mine back to his, and there was no escape; no escaping his penetrating gaze and no escaping the truth that screamed to get out of me.

‘I…I want you, sir…CJ,’ I said in a bare whisper.

‘You want me. I don’t think you know that for sure, or even what it means. You’re going to have to be more specific,’ he said.

‘Yes, I do. I wanta have sex with you. I wanta go down on you, know what your big cock feels like in my mouth, feel your body and feel your muscles. I wanta do everything there is to do between two men. I don’t even know what all that is, but maybe you could show me; I want to do everything you want me to do.’ This time I was successful in dropping my head from his hand and I leaned my forehead against his bare chest. Through the wet in my eyes I could see his great cock lolling out over his balls, looking a little bigger now, and I was ready to sink to my knees and experience a cock in my mouth for the first time. He held me for a moment and I couldn’t decide whether to go to my knees or leave his tent. I suddenly realized what a terrible thing I had done, putting him in this position.

‘I’m sorry, Mr. Barnes, sir…CJ…I had no right to put you in this position. You probably don’t go for stuff like that. I mean, you’re such a stud. And…well, I’m not even eighteen till tomorrow; I’m jailbait to you. I’ve put you in an awful position. I’d better leave and maybe we can try to forget this ever happened.’ I laughed nervously, trying to lighten the situation. ‘I’ll go back to my tent and jack off like the rest of the boys.’

CJ didn’t laugh. ‘This isn’t about jacking off,’ he said in a husky tone. ‘It’s not even about sex. It’s something a lot deeper than that, and you’re not leaving this tent till you face it, young man. Till we face it together.’ He looked at his watch. ‘And you were eighteen seven minutes ago, so you haven’t put me in such an awful position.’ He stepped over and reached down and pulled the top of his sleeping bag open so it was spread out across the floor of the tent. ‘Come here,’ he said, motioning to me.

Obediently, I walked over and stood on the edge of the sleeping bag with him, my arms hung at my sides. CJ dropped to his knees and half laid on the sleeping bag, propped up on one arm and one knee cocked up, his other leg slung out with his great cock draped over his thigh. He put his hand up to me and I took it.

‘Come down here with me,’ he said.

I let him pull me down on the sleeping bag with him; it didn’t take much, and we lay down side by side. I was scared out of my wits. I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t know what to do. CJ rose up on one elbow and tilted himself toward me.

‘I know this is going to surprise you, Dean, but you can do anything you want, son; I’m okay with it. Just explore your feelings, like you explore a new forest…if you’re sure that’s what you want…….’

‘I’m not sure of anything right now,’ I said huskily as I rose up to openly look at the man’s body. Godd, he was such a stud! I couldn’t get enough of just looking at him, I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to touch him.

‘If this is what you want, Dean, and what you want, don’t be afraid to take it.’

Finally, with his encouragement, I reached out and laid a hand on his stomach. I liked the light mat of hair that covered his rock-hard abs. He tightened his muscles and made them ripple for me.

‘You’ve got awesome abs,’ I said as I smoothed my hand over them.

‘So have you,’ he said as he reached over and flattened his hand against my stomach. ‘Really solid.’

His touch nearly took the wind out of me. I couldn’t believe he was touching me like this! I was stunned when he moved his hand lower, down to the waistband of my hiking shorts. Oh, Godd, I thought he was going to touch me there! But he only pulled on my belt.

‘Why don’t you take those off if you’re staying the night; I’m feeling a little over dressed,’ he said.

I scrambled to undo my belt and shove my hiking shorts down, along with my briefs. I hadn’t intended to but the briefs came off with my shorts and I didn’t want to appear boyish by pulling them back up. In my panic I struggled to get them off over my boots and CJ surprised me again by leaning up to help me. Now we were both naked except for our boots.

‘That better?’ he said.

I nodded. There was another long silence.

He reached over for my wrist and laid my hand on his chest. ‘Go ahead, Dean, you said you wanted to feel my muscles,’ he said.

Suddenly I was awash with courage, and I was all over him. I spread my hand out across his wide chest, digging my fingers into the solid muscles. His tits were turgid against my palms. I ran my hand down his stomach, trailing my fingers over the hillocks of his ab muscles and the indentations in between. My excitement knew no bounds from simply touching his warm, muscular body; I wasn’t sure I could contain myself when I finally touched his manhood. I was keenly aware of the two dozen boys spread out in tents all around us. One of them could come to CJ’s tent at any moment. I was especially concerned about his son. I didn’t mention the boy specifically, but I asked him about it.

‘What if one of the boys comes to your tent?’ I asked.

‘I would have to unlace it and unzip it from the inside. That would give you time to get your clothes on and put the lantern out,’ he said. ‘Don’t worry, you’re safe here.’

I could see his cock getting bigger, swelling and stretching down over his massive thigh, then lifting as it hardened. I was awed by it; almost afraid to touch it. I watched his big hand wrap around the base and lift it up. It pulsated through his fist, longer than before. I was mesmerized, gulping down the spit that was overflowing my mouth. His cock expanded his hand so his fingers no longer touched, the head swelled out the size of a baseball, and I wondered if I would be able to get my mouth around it. He pumped it a few times then let go of it, leaving it to jut out from his hard loins. I swallowed, hard, loud; I was sure he heard me. His cock Godd, it must be ten inches long throbbed up from his loins, begging, demanding attention. Then I saw the glistening of precome in the soft lantern light and I was nearly overwhelmed with desire to taste it. I didn’t understand the powerful attraction that had suddenly taken over; I only knew that I wanted this man, more than anything I’d ever wanted in my life.

I moved down on the sleeping bag, my eyes fixed on his huge cock, throbbing and quivering, beckoning me. I wondered how his wife took him. When I was down far enough that I was face to face with his magnificent manhood, CJ shoved his left leg out then put his hand on my head to guide it down to his leg. I lay my head on his thigh and reached for his cock. It throbbed in my fist as I drew it to my mouth. I wet my lips and slid them around the head and CJ hunkered forward to drive it in several more inches, till the head was pressing against the back of my throat. I eased away, afraid he might choke me but he didn’t. When he felt the pressure of his cock against the back of my throat, he eased back too, and waited till I started sucking him, then he hunkered forward again and started fucking my mouth. His precum flowed copiously and tasted wonderful.

‘MMMmmnnnnn,’ I moaned softly as I began sucking his cock.

‘Not too much noise,’ he cautioned me.

‘I love your cock,’ I whispered. ‘It’s so big. I hope mine gets this big.’

‘Looks like you’re well on the way,’ he said as he casually reached down and took hold of my cock. ‘Yeah, I’d say well on the way. And you’ve still got some growing to do.’

I was stunned that he touched me there and quickly went back down on his cock to stifle what might have been a surprised squeal. I was in heaven. The first time having a cock in my mouth told me this was where I belonged, down between a man’s legs, servicing him as only another man could. For a fleeting moment I wondered about the wisdom of my decision to go into the Marines. Would I be able to resist all those hunky, horny military guys? Would they want me to? I could see myself on my knees at night in the darkened barracks with a line of horny Marines waiting to get their cocks sucked. A fantasy, of course. Just one incident could get me discharged. I shrugged it off for the moment. That was a long way off and I had more intimate details to tend to. I sucked CJ for a long time before I came up again.

‘Am I doing all right?’ I asked as I slurped the head of his cock.

‘Do you think I would complain?’ he said. ‘Hell, yes, you’re doing great.’

‘Have you had many guys do this for you?’ I asked.

‘No. Only a few.’

‘Ever any scouts?’ I asked.

‘No,’ he said.

I wasn’t sure I believed him; there were just too many opportunities, and I surely wasn’t the first youth to have the longings I did for the hunky, muscular leader.

‘They should give merit badges for this,’ I said, trying to make light of it.

‘If they do, you’ll earn yours easily,’ he said.

‘What else would I have to do to earn it?’ I asked.

‘Do you really want me to tell you?’

‘Yes,’ I said.

‘Well, you would’ve already earned your first degree badge for cocksucking,’ he said. ‘To earn the second degree, you would have to take my load in your mouth.’

‘How many degrees are there?’ I asked.

‘Three.’

‘What would I have to do to earn the third degree?’

‘Swallow,’ he said.

‘I wanta earn my third degree cocksucking badge tonight,’ I said.

‘Okay, get back to work on it,’ he said, urging me back down on his cock.

I moved onto my hands and knees between his legs and began sucking him in earnest, as if I really were working to earn my cocksucking badge. I didn’t care about a badge, although I would wear it proudly if it existed; I just wanted to suck his cock. I slurped on the head and moved my mouth down the shaft, trying each time to loosen my throat a little more. I wanted to take him all the way so bad, and I wondered if there would be an additional stripe or star on the badge if I managed to swallow his cock down to his balls. I wondered fleetingly again about going into the Marines. With this world suddenly opened up to me, would I be able to keep myself in check around all those other hunky males. Or would there be marines so horny that they would keep their mouths shut if I connected with them.

‘Geezusss, you’re gonna earn a third degree cocksucking badge with gold stars,’ CJ said huskily as he thrust his cock up into my mouth just as I went down.

‘Uunngghhhh!’ I choked as his cock thrust up into my throat.

‘Oh, sorry,’ he mumbled, but I clasped his butt so he wouldn’t retreat, and bore down hard with my mouth; his cock had burst into my throat, I was determined to go all the way down on him. It was a struggle but I fought valiantly to control my gag reflex.

‘Damn, Dean, you don’t have to do that,’ CJ said, sounding shocked.

I moaned and shook my head as I struggled to work my mouth further down the thick shaft of his cock. The head felt like it was lodged way up in my throat and I pushed down hard to dislodge it. It slid deeper and I went all the way down.

‘Geezusss!’ CJ swore softly. ‘Fuck, I don’t believe you did that?’ he gasped in disbelief.

I looked up at the surprised look on his face as he gaped down at where his cock used to be. I worked my lips around the hairy base, as if to prove that it had indeed disappeared down my throat. I held onto him as long as I could, till my gag reflex won out, and I had to raise up. I came off of his cock with a loud slurping noise and a gasp for air.

‘Whew! That is a big cock!’ I gasped.

‘You don’t have to keep trying to swallow it, just handle what you can,’ he said.

He lay over sort of on his side with one leg cocked up and I stretched out with my head on his thigh again and began sucking him without worrying about trying to take him all the way. He lay with his head propped up, watching me and caressing my head and my shoulder.

‘Fuck, that feels good,’ he moaned softly.

I nodded and kept sucking.

‘You know what you’re gonna do to me,’ he said.

I looked up at him without letting go of his cock.

‘You’re gonna make me explode,’ he said.

I rose up, stroking his cock with my fist. ‘I want it,’ I said.

‘You want my load?’ he asked. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes, I want you to shoot it in my mouth,’ I said.

‘Okay, but I’ll warn you, just in case you change your mind and want to get off of it,’ CJ said.

‘I won’t,’ I said determinedly, and went back down on him. I was heady with pure excitement. I felt like I was in a place I ought to be; a place I’d been looking for but didn’t realize it till now that I’d found it. I felt like I was predestined to always be with a man and have a hard cock in my mouth. I thought of my best friend, Jack, and wondered if he’d ever done this; if he’d even thought about it. Of course not. He was too macho studly to even have such thoughts, let alone act on them. His thoughts of sex were about women. I wondered again how I would fare in the Marines; or if they would even take me. I wondered if I would be able to hide my little secret so they would accept me.

I moved my mouth up and down the tall shaft, slurping my tongue all around the head and trying harder each time to force the head through the opening of my throat. I half wished CJ would put his hands on my head and force me down on it, but of course he would never do that. I got off his cock and kissed down the shaft, down to his heavy balls. I lifted them in my hand and sucked one into my mouth. He let out a loud moan and I wondered if I’d hurt him but he didn’t stop me so I sucked on it and wallowed it around on my tongue. After a moment I popped it free and sucked the other one in. I was surprised when he reached down to work them both into my mouth at the same time. I would’ve never tried that on my own. I lay for a long time just mauling his balls and slurping them with my tongue. He seemed to like it a lot. He did a lot of squirming around and thrusting his loins in my face. When he lifted his butt up and twisted his hips around, I found myself being attracted to the crack of his butt that I could see just under his balls. I wondered what lay hidden back under his balls; wondered if I should go there…if he would let me. Somehow, there seemed to be something more private about his ass than his cock or balls….a forbidden portal, so to speak. Finally, I could no longer resist my curiosity. I carefully popped his balls free of my mouth but kept kissing and licking them, hoping to make him want me to stay where I was. I lifted them and licked under them. He let out a little gasp and shoved his butt up higher with his legs spread wider. I licked lower, till I was licking in the crack. When he still didn’t stop me I nuzzled my face lower and kiss-licked further down into the crevice that separated his taut butt muscles.

Suddenly CJ muttered something like, ‘You want that?’ and let his butt down and lifted his legs up high and wide apart so his butt was tilted up off the sleeping bag. ‘That what you want?’ he asked as he pulled his butt apart.

‘MMMnnnn,’ I moaned as I buried my face in his parted buns. Godd, did I ever want it! I had no idea why, what the attraction was….such a thing had never entered my mind, but his butt was so perfect and beautiful. I flicked my tongue around his hole, wetting the flurry of dark hair that guarded the forbidden portal. He groaned and I licked it harder.

‘Aaahhhh,’ he gasped, and clasped his fingers further in the spread crevice to pull his hole open for me. ‘Ohh, fuck, Dean, get your tongue in there.’

I shoved my tongue through the clenching hole to feel the soft, delicate tissue of his inner sanctum. It had the feel of warm, soft velvet, and was so alive as it palpitated around my tongue. I force my tongue deeper, causing CJ to cry out. I loved his ass! I think I loved his ass as much as I loved his cock, but my first ass tonguing experience was to be cut short.

‘I’m getting close,’ CJ said hoarsely. ‘And you said you wanted to try taking my load.’

I moved back onto his cock. I sucked him all the harder, to let him know that I’d heard him and was ready for him. He clamped his big hand over my head and got a handful of my hair.

‘You sure you wanta do this?’ he asked.

I nodded and kept sucking.

‘Okay, you want it…here it comes.’

I braced myself for the unknown. I wondered if his semen would taste as good as his precum. His body lurched and shook and I could hear his breathing become ragged under his soft groans. His cock seemed to get harder, then it suddenly bolted steely-hard in my fist and the head ballooned out even larger. The next instant his semen shot out of the wide piss slit and hit the roof of my mouth with great force. It was like a thick rope of the stuff that fairly splattered in my mouth, followed by another and another, till my tongue was covered with it and I could taste him. I think I squealed with excitement as I slurped his cock hungrily for the last moment of his climax. He moaned, tossing his head back as I slobbered my tongue around the head of his belching cock. I was amazed how much semen he was delivering into my mouth. I never shot off that much.

His climax, for me, was as exciting as any I had ever experienced, and suddenly I knew why. I had shot my load too. My cock was throbbing empty and my asshole was still tight from the palpitations. I lay there with my chest heaving, my mouth full of come and warm cock, happier than I could remember ever being. CJs fingers relaxed in my hair and I could hear his heart thumping.

‘Damnnn!’ he said quietly.

I couldn’t say anything with my mouth so full; I wasn’t ready to let go of his cock yet and I wasn’t sure what I wanted to with the mouthful of come. I was getting sort of used to the taste, but I didn’t know if I wanted to swallow it; didn’t know if I could. There was so much of it, and it was thick. But I hated to spit it out. It might seem like an insult, and it would be awkward to get up and unlace the tent to go outside. I continued to wallow his meaty cock around in his own warm semen.

‘You need something to spit it out?’ he asked hoarsely as he gave me his T-shirt.

I took it but I didn’t use it. In that moment, I braved my courage and swallowed. I was surprised how easily it went down, although I had to swallow several times. It just seemed the right thing to do, to make it complete. To spit out this man’s semen would have been insult.

‘Awww, Dean,’ CJ groaned. ‘Aww, man, you didn’t have to do that.’

I gulped a couple more times then pulled back off his cock.

‘I wanted to,’ I said.

‘Godd, you are awesome,’ he said, ruffling my hair.

I heaved a big sigh of satisfaction. ‘Yeah, it was pretty awesome,’ I said.

‘Was that your first time?’ he asked as he urged me up to lie beside him.

‘Yeah.’

‘That makes it even more awesome,’ he said.

I kept swallowing to get the taste of his come out of my mouth.

‘You need something to wash it down?’ he asked.

‘No,’ I said. I didn’t want him to think I didn’t like the taste of his come.

We lay together in the dark for several minutes before he spoke again.

‘I’m sure gonna miss you,’ he said. He chuckled and added, ‘I’m gonna miss you even more, now.’

‘I wish it could’ve happened sooner,’ I said.

‘It couldn’t have happened any sooner than it did,’ CJ said. ‘You just turned eighteen a little bit ago.’

‘If one of the other boys came into your tent, like I did……’

‘I would send him right back out,’ he cut in. ‘No way am I going to let an underage boy sleep in my tent.’

‘If one of them turns eighteen,’ I said.

‘That’d be a different story; I would have to consider the circumstances,’ he said. ‘Look, Dean, I wish we could sleep the rest of the night like this, but we can’t,’ he said.

‘I know,’ I said as I rose up and searched for my clothes. It was pitch black out and the boys were all asleep so I didn’t bother putting them back on. ‘Listen, I…I messed up your sleeping bag,’ I said, embarrassed to tell him.

‘That’s okay, it’s not the first time,’ he said, ‘I’ll have it cleaned.’

‘Thanks,’ I said. ‘Thanks for everything.’

‘See you in the morning,’ CJ said, without getting up. I guessed he wasn’t going to bother fastening his tent back up when I left.

I sneaked out of his tent, looking all around as if I expected to see the boys all standing outside their tents waiting for me to exit the scout leader’s tent in the middle of the night. I headed for my own tent, tucked back in a grove of saplings. I tossed my clothes inside and went over to a tree to take a piss. I jumped at the sound of a branch snapping underfoot.

‘Hey.’

I jerked around to see Brandon, CJ’s son, coming up behind me.

‘Geezuss, Brandon!’ I hissed. ‘You cut off my piss stream! What’re you doing out of your tent?’

He came right up beside me and I was shocked to see that he was naked, carrying his shorts and T-shirt in one hand. What the hell was he up to?

‘Were you and my dad jackin’ off or something in his tent?’ he asked.

I gaped at him in disbelief; frightened disbelief. How could he know? The tent was tightly secured, and we hadn’t made that much noise; had we?

‘What the hell are you talking about?’ I challenged him indignantly. ‘You’d better not let your dad year you saying shit like that.’

‘Were you?’ he insisted.

‘Go back to bed, Brandon,’ I growled.

‘I sure heard a lot of moaning and groaning, and somebody moaned, ‘I’m getting close.’ What was that all about?’ he asked. Then he moved closer to me, so close that I could feel his body heat in the night chill. I moved toward my tent and he followed me. ‘Hey, it’s okay if you were…unless you were doing something more than jacking off. Like giving him head or something. I know he wouldn’t be giving you head.’

I turned around, glaring at him. ‘I’m only going to say this one more time, Brandon…go back to your tent and go to bed.’

‘How about I go to bed in your tent?’

Geezusss, where did a fourteen year old get such balls!

‘The assistant scoutmaster told you to go back to your tent.’

The voice, although not loud, boomed through the woods like a bullhorn. Brandon turned around in total fright at the sound of his dad’s voice. I was just as stunned, and frightened. The boy didn’t move for a moment, just stood gaping at the formidable, very masculine figure of his naked father.

‘I….I’m s-sorry, Dad. I was just….’

‘You were just causing trouble,’ CJ cut in as he grabbed the boy by the arm as he was about to move past him. ‘Whatever you think you heard wouldn’t be any of your business, so it wouldn’t be worth repeating. Would it?’ His voice was quieter now, and more menacing.

‘No, sir.’

CJ let go of his son’s arm then and clasped his shoulder. ‘Your turn will come, Son,’ he said in a more gentle tone. I could see the boy’s tenseness leave him. CJ urged him in closer and put is arm around him. My breath came short as I gazed at the naked father and son standing tight together in the darkness. ‘You understand, these things sometimes happen out here in the wilderness in the dark of night, when we’re all alone,’ he went on. ‘Just like I know it happens with you boys in your tents…doesn’t it?’

‘W-what?’ Brandon asked.

‘You guys jack off, just like Dean and I were doing,’ CJ said. His open admission shocked me. ‘You’ve done it yourself, with Cory, haven’t you? And probably some of the other boys.’

‘Y-yes, sir,’ the boy said.

‘Maybe even jacked each other off,’ CJ said.

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Then let’s leave it at that, shall we?’ CJ said. ‘You know the rule, what happens out on a camping trip that ought not to be told, stays out here.’

‘Yes, sir, Dad.’

‘Then go back to your tent and we’ll see you in the morning.’

Brandon stepped around his dad and high-tailed it back to his tent.

‘Whew!’ I breathed a sigh of relief.

‘Don’t worry about it. He won’t say anything,’ CJ assured me.

I just looked at him, still reeling from the incident and the way he’d handled it.

‘You okay, Dean. It’s okay, he won’t say anything to anybody. I know him.’

‘I know, I…it’s just…what you said…about his turn would come.’

He smiled, then laughed. ‘He wants to play with the big dogs. I was just letting him know his time would come, when he is one of the big dogs. I told you, I would never let an underage kid in my tent. Not even my own son on one of these camping trips.’

I nodded, still reeling from the implications of his remark.

‘You’d better get some sleep, too,’ CJ said. ‘Tomorrow’s your last day as my assistant; I’m going to make it a rough one for you.’

I smiled and laughed. ‘Not Marine rough, I hope,’ I said.

‘Why not? You wanta be a Marine, don’t you?’

‘Yeah, but I sort of thought I would learn how to be one in basic training,’ I said.

‘When you get back from basic, come see me,’ he said.

‘Yes, sir. I will.’

‘There’s more,’ he said.

‘More, sir?’

‘Yeah, more I wanta show you. That is if some other big Marine don’t get hold of you first,’ he said, chuckling softly.

‘If he does….what should I expect?’ I asked.

‘You’ve heard of high and tight? That’s how the Marines describe their haircuts. The description fits your butt. So you keep it high and tight for me, okay?’

The dawning of what he meant was gradual and I shivered in the night, not from the chill, but from the implication of what he was saying to me. It thrilled me.

‘Yes, sir, I will. I’ll keep it that way, for you.’

That was my last scout trip, but the story doesn’t end there. I joined the Marines, although I never ended up with my buddy, Jack Whitmore. We saw each other, though, right after I got out of boot camp; got together for a weekend pass. I think Jack was as impressed with me as I was him. I know he looked surprised when we were taking off our clothes to go to bed that night in the motel room.

‘Fuck, dude, the Marines did to you what they did to me,’ he said with a big admiring smile as we both stood there in our briefs.

I took a cue from his remark and boldly shoved my shorts down and stepped out of them. ‘Well, maybe not quite as much,’ I joked. He knew I was talking about my cock and he shoved his shorts down too. ‘Nope, not as much,’ I said when his bigger cock swung into view.

Yeah, we slept together, naked…had to, there was only one bed…but, no, nothing happened, except a few brushes of muscle against muscle in our sleep but each time one of us moved away.

I called CJ to invite him to my graduation from basic training, not really expecting him to come, but I thought I ought to invite him. I asked my parents too but they didn’t want to make the drive. CJ came. I thought he had driven down for the day; was I ever surprised when he told me he had a motel room, and could I get a pass. Shit, I felt myself getting warm and I knew my face must be flushed. It was; because CJ laughed.

‘Getting hot and bothered, there, Marine?’ he asked quietly with a soft chuckle.

That made me even more embarrassed. I hadn’t had sex with any other guy except CJ, and hadn’t even given it much thought, being so busy with training. Hell, I hadn’t had real sex with anybody, or anything, except twice with my hand, both times out of desperation. I lay in my bunk, under the blankets with one knee cocked up so nobody would see the motion of me jacking off. I shot my load in my hand, the only place I knew to put it, then I lay there wondering what I was going to do with it. I couldn’t get up and go to the head carrying a handful of cum, and I sure as hell couldn’t wipe it on the sheets and leave a crusty stain. I did the only thing I could; I ate it. I ducked under the blankets and slurped the stuff out of my palm then licked my hand clean. I did it a second time and decided I’d better not take the chance again. All I needed was to get myself pegged as a cum-eater; I would have guys lined up down the middle of the barracks, waiting for me to suck their cocks.

I told CJ I would try to get a pass, but there was no guarantee. He said he would wait around at the visitor’s center. I went to the first sergeant and asked for an overnight pass; told him my parents were there and I would like to spend some time with them. He scowled and thought about it for moment then said okay, but I was going to owe him big time. I called CJ to come pick me up.

He picked me up and took me to get something to eat, then stopped and picked up two six-packs of cold beer to take back to the motel with us. I wasn’t old enough to drink but that didn’t matter to me if it didn’t matter to him.

‘You can drink beer if you’re not driving,’ he told me.

The motel he was staying at was one of the GI motels just off the base, where guys met their wives or girlfriends, or took girls they picked up at one of the bars located just off base. We started to get out of the car when CJ paused, with his hand on the door.

‘I, uh…didn’t ask, and it’s not something I should be asking my assistant scoutmaster, but you’re a Marine now…did you want to pick up a couple of women?’ he asked.

‘You would do that?’ I asked, surprise, because of his wife.

‘I don’t make a habit of it, but yeah, I would do that, with you, if you want to,’ he said.

‘Not unless you do,’ I said.

He smiled and laughed and I saw his washboard abs dance under his thin T-shirt. ‘Well, that’s not what I had in mind,’ he said. ‘I can pick up women at home.’

‘Okay,’ I said. I knew what he had in mind and I was glad; I was looking forward to getting on his big cock again, and getting my hands on his hard muscles. I felt tingly just thinking about it as we walked to the door. Fuck, it would be great to have my hands on warm, solid muscle again. I was surprised to see candles on the two nightstands, and what looked like might be sex toys spread out on a towel on one stand.

‘Make yourself comfortable,’ CJ said as he lit the candles.

‘This is nice,’ I said as I loosened my tie.

CJ looked at me with a tight, knowing grin. ‘Some big stud Marine didn’t already get hold of you, did he?’ he asked.

‘Oh, no,’ I said. ‘It’d be too risky.’

‘And this is the first time you’ve been off base in twelve weeks? You saying you haven’t had sex for twelve weeks?’ he asked.

‘Well….twice, sort of,’ I said, looking rather sheepish.

‘How do you sort of have sex?’ he asked as he handed me a beer. He knew, but he was pressing me to say it.

I took a long swig while I decided how I would answer that. Be up front, I decided. ‘I jacked off a couple of times in my bunk, under the covers,’ he said.

‘I hope to kiss your ass, it was under the covers,’ he said, laughing. ‘But didn’t that leave a big stain that you had to explain?’

‘No. No, I…I took care of it…another way,’ I said, knowing I was going to have to explain.

‘How?’

I laughed, shaking my head. ‘I shot in my hand,’ I said, still knowing that wasn’t going to be enough for CJ.

‘And? What’d you do, lay there and hold it all night?’ he asked as he peeled off his T-shirt.

I took me a second to answer, not because I didn’t know how; the guy took my breath away, revealing his muscular upper body. ‘No, I…I ate it,’ I said.

He roared with laughter. ‘Damn, son, you must’ve been desperate,’ he said.

‘I was.’

‘Well, you won’t have to do that now, at least not for this weekend, and maybe you can get caught up, make up for lost time,’ he said.

‘Fuck, I hope so,’ I said.

He had his boots unlaced and was stepping out of them at the same time he was undoing his jeans. I did the same. I shed my pants as he was taking off his jeans and we stood there in our shorts, looking at each other.

‘Just so you know…this is gonna be different than the last time, in my tent,’ he said.

‘Oh,’ I said, not fully understanding what he meant.

‘Yeah, you’re a fuckin’ Marine now, you’re not my assistant….guess you could say you outrank me. I’m gonna respect that rank.

‘Oh. Okay.’ I still didn’t understand till he pulled me in tight against him and kissed me! What the fuck! I was stunned, even reared back I think, but he had me tight in his muscular arms, smashed against his bare muscles and I soon relaxed and actually started kissing him back. It was awesome! I’d never even thought of kissing another guy, but this was hotter than kissing any girl. Shit, tongues in each other’s mouths, sucking tongues, biting lips, swapping spit…fuck, I was getting hard fast, and I could feel he was too. In truth, I had never gotten hard from kissing a girl, and now I knew why. My kisses were meant for a man.

He broke away from the waist up with a heave of breath and a chuckle, still held us tight together from the waist down.

‘You trying to tell me something?’ he asked with a smile as he smashed his loins hard against mine, our hard cocks against each other. ‘Feels like you’re glad to see me.’

‘I guess I am,’ I said.

He reached down between us and felt my cock. ‘Damn! Feels like the Marines added an inch or two,’ he said.

‘No, not that much,’ I said. ‘I guess I did grow a little more though.’

He stepped back from me and shoved his hand down inside my shorts, grasping my cock.

‘Fuck!’ he exclaimed. Then he removed his hand and peeled my shorts down my thighs, below my knees till they fell and I stepped out of them. My cock was standing upward, throbbing, and ball juice was oozing out the head.

‘Shit, Marine, I don’t know whether to stand and salute it or get down on my knees and suck it,’ CJ said.

I was taken aback by his remark; it must’ve showed when I blinked with surprise. CJ laughed.

‘I told you it was gonna be different,’ he said, as he went to his knees in front of me, looking up at me. ‘I said I’m going to respect your rank.’

I stood there with my mouth open, gaping down at him as he wet his lips and opened his mouth…real wide…fuck, he was gonna take my cock in his mouth!…CJ was gonna suck my cock!! He pulled it down from its upward angle and guided it to his mouth.

‘Uuuuhhnnnnnnn!’ I moaned as he slid his lips around the head. He slurped around it, lashing his tongue along the tender underside. ‘AAHHH! Ohhhh, Fuck!’ I cried out, clenching my fists.

He rose up, fisting my wet cock ‘I don’t know how good I’m gonna be at this. You’re a hell of a lot bigger than Brandon,’ he said.

It took a second for it to soak in. Brandon….his son! I gaped at him, my mouth open. ‘B-Brandon?….y-your s-son?’ I stammered.

‘Yeah,’ he said taking more slurps at my cock.

‘But you said….you said you would never…..’

‘Oh, we never did anything,’ he was quick to say. ‘I happened to walk up on him and Josh Brown…..’

‘Yeah, I remember Josh,’ I said.

‘Well, they had gone swimming and they were coming out of the lake, playing grab ass, and they grabbed hold of each other and didn’t let go. Next thing I know, they’re both hard and jacking each other off. Brandon tried to get Josh to go down on his knees, but Josh wouldn’t do it. I stood behind the tree and watched them till they shot all over each other, then they went back in swimming to wash it off.’

‘That must’ve been hot,’ I said.

‘Not as hot as this,’ he said, slurping my cock again. Then he went back down on me.

‘Awwwwh, Fuck, CJ, I can’t believe you’re doing this!’ I moaned.

‘You got it coming,’ he said, looking up at me while he licked and fisted my cock. ‘And it’s not a freebie,’ he added with a sly grin.

‘What’d you mean?’

‘I never fucked a Marine before,’ he said, still grinning.

‘And you think you’re going to now?’ I asked smartly

‘We’ll see,’ he said. ‘Won’t we?’

I didn’t think much more about it and he never said anything more; like I thought he was just kidding around with me. But that was before he’d worked his long, thick finger up into my ass and had me dancing around on his hand at the same time he was sucking my cock. My legs started shaking and he urged me back across the bed while he kept sucking my cock and fingering my asshole. He had me seeing cross-eyed and seeing stars.

‘Ohh, Goddd, CJ!…what’re you doing to me! What is that you’re touching up in there?’

He just laughed softly around my cock and kept doing it. He had me so close to coming so many times my head was spinning. I was humping his hand….fucking myself with his finger. Then it was two fingers and twice the pleasure as my asshole was stretched. I barely noticed that he’d crawled up on the bed, between my legs.

‘I think you’re ready, Dean,’ he said.

‘Ready for what?’ I moaned.

‘For something bigger than my fingers,’ he said.

Oh, Godd, he was gonna do it! He was going to fuck his Marine. I couldn’t let that happen. ‘No,’ I said. ‘No, man, I don’t think so,’ I said.

He laughed, then pulled his fingers out of my ass, still sucking my cock.

‘Ohhh….oh, man, you didn’t have to stop that,’ I groaned.

‘You want some more of that?’ he asked with a soft chuckle, and shoved a finger back inside me, but only one, and not as deep as before.

‘Ohhh, yeah,’ I gasped. ‘Ohhh, yeah, but go deeper…do what you were doing before….use two fingers and go deeper, find that spot again.’

He probed around but with only one finger, and he didn’t touch the spot that was driving me nuts before.

‘Use both fingers,’ I said, squirming around on his hand. But he didn’t.

‘Can’t find it,’ he said as he poked around inside my ass. Suddenly he did find it, and I came right up off the bed.

‘AWWWhhhh! Ohh, fuck, you did!’ I yelled. But just as quickly as he found it, he lost it and I died a little from pure wanton lust. Suddenly I realized he was just fucking around with me; teasing me. Taunting me. And working me. He acted like he was trying to find it again and I was squirming around, trying to help him connect. But it wasn’t happening, on purpose.

‘Maybe if I used something bigger,’ he murmured as he hunkered up closer so I felt his cock touching my butt.

I didn’t want to get fucked…really, I was scared…but he had me so hot and worked up, I think I would’ve let a stallion mount me at that desperate moment in my life. So when he hunkered in tight between my thighs, I lifted my legs up in an open invitation. I don’t know why, or how I found the courage; it was almost as if my legs raised of their own volition. He used some spit and the next thing I knew I felt the hot head of his cock parting my buns. I might have tensed up or something and he shoved his fingers back in my ass and began massaging that spot again, and that did it for me. In my lust stupor I found myself pulling my legs higher and tilting my butt up for him. I pulled my legs up against my chest. It was like my brains had abandoned me and my body was inviting him to plunder it. Which he did; in spades.

He worked me with his fingers for a moment longer till I was about ready to scream, then he replaced them with his cock. I was only vaguely aware that he was going in me till I felt the head of his cock buried deep inside my ass. It happened so damned fast I couldn’t believe it was happening, that I was loosing my virginity. He mumbled something like, ‘Fuck, you’re taking it like a stud Marine,’ and buried his cock to the hilt; I could feel the weight of his balls against my butt. I started to cry out from the pain, but I think I was too damned surprised by it all and no sound came out. He held me tight, buried deep for a moment till I got used to it and I got my second surprise at how the pain suddenly vanished and all I was feeling was hot, throbbing cock sliding back and forth through the lining of my ass.

‘Ohhhh!’ I moaned with surprise. ‘Ohhh, fuck…Awww, CJ…I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.’

‘I’m doing it, stud,’ he said.

‘No, I can’t believe how incredible it feels,’ I gasped.

He laughed and rose up over me, tilting me higher, bending me in half, then bore down hard on me, like he was trying to nail me to the mattress. I was finding it harder to breath, I thought from being in the cramped position, but the harder he fucked me, I realized he was literally fucking my breath out of me.

‘Ohh, Godd…Ohh, Goddd, CJ…awww…ohhh, yesss, fuck me! Godd, I never thought I’d be saying that.’

‘Say it again,’ he said, smiling down at me, as he lunged at me.

‘Fuck me.’

‘Say it again.’ He lunged at me again, harder.

‘Aww! Fuck me!’ I cried out.

‘Again!’

‘FUCK ME! FUCK ME, CJ! Awwwhh!…Ohhh!…Ohh, Godd, you’re fuckin’ me crazy!’ Suddenly my head was spinning and I seeing stars. He was fucking me crazy! I was on a roller coaster of emotions…gonna cum!…can’t help it…don’t wanta shoot yet….but can’t hold off!…Oh, Godd….it’s cumminng! ‘Awwwwhhhhh…Awww, CJ, Godd, don’t stop, I’m cummin’!’ I cried.

I heard him chuckle again as he picked up his pace even more. His pile driver plunges so deep in my ass turned into jackhammer pounding thrusts. The bed rocked and creaked and my head banged against the headboard. I clawed at the sheets; I grabbed the headboard; I clung to CJ’s broad shoulders; I needed something to hold onto so I wouldn’t sail off into some oblivion.

‘Ohh, Godd, I c-can’t…I can’t cum!’ I whimpered as the pressure built up but wouldn’t release. ‘Ohh, Fuck, CJ, I wanta cum so bad….but I can’t! It won’t come! Fuck me harder!’ I was almost in tears now.

‘You’ll come,’ he growled as he suddenly pulled his cock out of me and shoved two or three fingers inside my ass. He found the spot that drove me nuts I would learn later that it was my prostate and began massaging it roughly. I nearly screamed, and clenched my teeth to keep from crying out.

‘Come, baby,’ he said. ‘Come on, give it to me…shoot it Son, Daddy wants your load!’

I’d never willed anything more in my life. I’d never wanted anything more in my life. My prostate ached, he was rubbing it so hard, and I thought I might explode from inside. Finally, suddenly, something happened. There was a violent vibration deep inside me; he wasn’t touching my prostate, but it was quivering uncontrollably…and then the dam broke. The trigger tripped, and I was trembling through the most awesome, incredible climax I’d ever experienced. I knew it was finally happening when I felt warm, thick semen splatter on my forehead; knew it for certain when the next one hit me right in my mouth as I was gasping with pleasure. Several more thudded against the headboard, and another in my mouth. Within a minute, I was drenched in my own semen, from my forehead, all over my face, on my neck, and down across my chest and stomach. I thought vaguely that part of it had to be CJ’s load; I couldn’t possibly be shooting off so much stuff.

I felt myself going weak all through my body. My cock continued to throb violently, even after it had emptied my balls, and I was fading off. I felt my hands slip from the headboard and was barely aware of CJ hovering up over me, kissing my neck, and I thought he was licking my come off. Then I was gone.

I came to with CJ sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping my face with a cold wash cloth. He smiled then chuckled when I opened my eyes.

‘W-what the hell…h-happened?’ I managed to say.

‘Nothing. Except you just blew the biggest load ever,’ he said. ‘Fuck, it should’ve been recorded in the Guinness Book.’

‘I remember it hitting me in the face and hitting the headboard,’ I said.

‘You whitewashed yourself, the bed and the wall,’ he said, laughing. ‘I think it’s gonna leave stains on the wall.’

I was suddenly awash with not so good a feeling, and CJ saw it on my face.

‘What’s the matter, Fucker,’ he asked.

‘I don’t know, CJ, I…..’ I let my words linger.

‘Don’t know what?’ he asked as he rubbed his hand over my stomach.

‘I just don’t know if….well, if it’s supposed to feel so good….I mean, a guy getting his ass fucked. Is it?’

‘You tell me, Fucker,’ he said.

‘Aww, shit, I thought the top of my head was gonna blow off,’ I said.

‘Well, if it felt that good, I guess it was supposed to,’ he said. ‘Hey, don’t let yourself get all fucked up in the head over it,’ he went on. ‘I know, you’re a big, tough Marine, and you think Marines aren’t supposed to turn their tails up for a big, stiff cock. Well, don’t forget, Dean, I’m a Marine, too.’

‘And did you…..?’ I started to ask. ‘You never told me……’

‘No, I couldn’t tell that to a young, virgin assistant scout master,’ he said. ‘But you’re not a virgin assistant scout master now. So, yeah, I turned my butt up for a couple of buddies when I was still wearing the uniform. Or after they took it off of me, I should say.’

‘Aww, CJ, I can’t believe that,’ I said.

‘You couldn’t believe anything could feel so good, either,’ he said. ‘But if you need proof…….’ He let his words linger.

‘What, you’ve got pictures?’ I scoffed, jokingly.

‘No, live proof,’ he said.

I wasn’t sure what he was saying, but I blinked at the idea that was in my head. ‘Aw, CJ, are s-saying…t-telling me you’d let me…fuck you?’ I stammered.

‘I will now,’ he said.

‘What do you mean, now?’ I asked.

‘The only cocks that have been privileged to stretch my tight hole have been attached to big stud Marines. And you’re one of those now.’

‘Aww, mann, you’ve got that right…the privilege part,’ I said. ‘Can we do it now?’ I asked eagerly.

‘Why do you think I came down here for your graduation?’ he said, smiling broadly.

‘You mean you came to my graduation just to let me fuck you?’

‘I came down here to take you through your rite of passage,’ he said. ‘So, come on, let’s go get showered and see if you’ve got anything left in that big cannon of yours,’ he said as he pulled me up off the bed.

I followed him into the bathroom and stepped in the shower with him when he had the water adjusted. He took the soap and started soaping up my back for me.

‘Do you think anything like this might ever happen between you and Brandon?’ I asked. ‘It’s none of my business, of course, but I’m just curious.’

‘I don’t know. We’ll play that by ear,’ CJ said. ‘But if you see your old buddy, Jack Whitmore…tell him I said hi.’

Something in his tone made me look around at him. He was smiling, a sly, knowing smile, and I blinked with surprise.

‘No, CJ….are you saying….no, you’re not….you and…Jack?!’

He laughed. ‘I saw him on the street right after he left the recruiter’s office. He told me he’d signed up and I invited him to my place for a beer to celebrate.’

‘He never told me any of this,’ I said, still reeling from shock.

‘No. And he told me not to breathe a word of it to you. But I figure it’s okay now….you’re both Marines and you’ve both been initiated.’

‘Don’t tell me…you didn’t…fuck Jack, did you?’ I asked in total disbelief.

‘No, sorry to say, it never got that far. He just wasn’t ready at the time. But he sure squirmed and thrashed around on my fingers when I was sucking him. I figure by now, he’s probably ready to find out what that was all about, if he hasn’t already. Did you and Jack ever mess around when you were kids?’

‘No,’ I said.

‘Well, next time you see him….let’s just say you guys oughta have a real good time together.’

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I sat in class gazing out the window one minute, and the next minute snapping my attention back to which class I was in. English. Yeah, it was English class, but I didn’t have a clue what Miss Adler was talking about; conjugating verbs or something about dangling participles; who the fuck knew, or even cared. The only conjugating I knew about was something called conjugal visits in a prison where a guy was allowed to be alone with his wife for a monthly fuck or something. And the only dangling participle or dangling anything that I was interested in was between Doug Bishop’s legs.

I still didn’t know for sure how it happened, that I was alone in the locker room the day before with the big stud after gym class. He was a senior, I was a sophomore and senior jocks didn’t even have to take gym class, but Doug never passed up an opportunity to participate in physical activities. I had never been alone with Doug Bishop in my life, and suddenly there I was, sitting on the bench, lacing up my sneakers, surrounded by the dimness and eerie quiet and the wonderful aroma of the locker room, just me and him. I had rushed through my shower, as I always did; I wanted to get in and out and stay out of the way of the boisterous jocks. I was dressed, except for what I was doing, tying my sneakers, but Doug hadn’t even gone back to the showers yet. He was still in his jockstrap, having taken up the time to laugh and talk and joke around with the other jocks till they had all gone and it was just him and me.

‘Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have an extra towel, would you?’ he asked.

I swear, I glanced around to see who he was talking to. I knew we were the only ones there but I couldn’t believe he was talking to me, a lowly sophomore. I turned back to see him looking at me, waiting for an answer.

‘Oh….yeah, I’ve got an extra,’ I said, as I jumped up to get the towel out of my locker. I handed it to him, rolled up, but he, or I, or both of us, dropped it. I sat back on the bench to pick it up and when I rose up, he was standing there with his hand out to take it. Standing right in front of me, only a little to the side. Standing close. So close I could feel his body heat and smell his manly, sweaty musk. I barely had the strength to raise my arm to hand it to him and he had to reach down to take it. Then there was a second or two of just nothing, when he was standing there and I sat face to face with his bulging jockstrap. I was suddenly embarrassed that I was looking at it and quickly lifted my head, only to see Doug smiling down at me with that curious, mischievous, lop-sided grin of his.

‘You interested in some of that, dude?’ he asked in his curious, mischievous tone. He sounded surprised, and maybe half joking, I wasn’t sure.

I blinked, shocked, and was suddenly frightened. He had seen through me that easily? Oh, Godd, I was dead meat. He would tell the whole school and I would be ruined forever. He clasped his hand over the bulge and gave it a gentle squeeze and clenched his butt muscles to thrust it into his palm.

‘It’s all yours if you want it….for the use of your towel….meet me back down here after next class.’

‘B-but won’t there b-be others here?’ I stammered.

‘No. Hell, not even the coach is down here; he’s got a class. It’s when I usually work out, when nobody’s around to bother me,’ he said. ‘You don’t have to. I mean, I’m not gonna blab it all over school, whether you show or not. Just thought I would offer, since it looked like you were interested.’

I swallowed hard and he must have heard me because he chuckled softly.

‘Makes your mouth water, does it, just thinking about it,’ he said teasingly.

‘I, uh…..’ I swallowed hard again to get rid of the lump in my throat that was preventing me from speaking. ‘I’ll try to be here,’ I said. With that, I rushed out.

‘I’ll close up your locker for you,’ he called after me.

I was so excited I’d forgotten to shut my locker. I should go back. If he didn’t close it…if he decided to snoop around in it first, he would surely find his jockstrap that I’d lifted weeks before. It even had his initials in the waistband so he would know it was his, and he would know I’d taken it. But I fled the locker room, too frightened to go back. What difference did it make anyway. He knew about me, he had offered himself to me, I hardly though he would get mad over a missing jockstrap.

I looked at my watch for the hundredth time, checking the second hand to make sure it was still running, because the minute hand didn’t seem to be moving. Somebody was up front doing an oral presentation, something we were all supposed to be prepared to do. I wasn’t. The only oral presentation on my mind was the one I was going to perform on Doug Bishop in a few short minutes. I prayed I wouldn’t be called on; hopefully, there wouldn’t be time for another one. If I was, I guessed I could stand up and tell the entire class how I was going to go down to the locker room after this class was over and do an oral on Doug Bishop’s cock. I wondered what kind of grade I would get for that.

Doug Bishop’s cock! I shivered just thinking about it. I had never seen him hard, but Godd, he was a horse, just swinging around. And now I was going to find out just how big he really was. I had imagined many times, using myself as a benchmark guide. If I hung four inches and doubled in size when I was hard, Doug hung a good six inches, did that mean he was going to present me with a foot long hardon? Fuck, I hoped so! Although I didn’t know what I would do with it. If the head was in proportion to the rest of it, hell, I probably couldn’t even get my mouth around it. But I knew that would not deter me from meeting up with him, and trying, not for one minute. Godd, I was so excited I couldn’t sit still.

My prayers were answered in that I wasn’t called on. Missy Niles droned on so long that she took up enough of the rest of the period that there wasn’t time for anybody else to be called on. So the last few minutes were used up with a stupid discussion about her presentation, whatever the hell it was about. I didn’t have a clue, and I nearly got shot down when Miss Adler started to ask me what I thought of Missy’s presentation. But the bell rang in the middle of her speaking and I pretended I didn’t hear her. Books were slammed shut, chairs scraped across the floor and there was the buzz of kids talking and heading to their next class.

I didn’t go to my locker, or to study hall, where I was supposed to spend the next period. I headed for the rest room. I closeted myself in one of the stalls for a couple of minutes, then exited and left the rest room and headed down to the gym and the locker room. I knew I would probably be in trouble for being absent from study hall–probably get a detention–but I would worry about that. The only thing that mattered to me right then was waiting on me down in the locker room.

I gotta do this right, I told myself as I walked down the hall toward the stairs leading down to the gym. If I don’t, he’s going to laugh at me, and maybe not even let me do it, and worse, probably tell all his buddies about me. I wasn’t all that experienced at sucking cock. In fact, nobody who knew me, knew I was gay. My only experience was the half dozen or so encounters I’d had at an old roadside rest park out on the county road leading to the gravel pit. It wasn’t used much, so it wasn’t kept up, but with enough patience, I’d managed to coax some pretty nice cocks through the hole in the wall that separated the urinals from the toilette. I knew some of them were workers from the gravel pit. It’s where I’d learned about man-to-man sex; where I’d learned to suck cock.

I glanced at my watch as I bounded down the stairs. The bell was about to ring; I needed to be out of sight before it did. I slipped inside the locker room just as it sounded and closed the door behind me. I wondered if I should slide the bolt and lock it. No, that would only raise questions if somebody tried to get in, and how would I explain being locked inside the locker room with Doug Bishop. I didn’t figure Doug would want to have to explain that either. The locker room was quiet except for a soft, steady drip of a leaky showerhead way in back. I walked down the ramp, my heart pounding in my chest. Fuck, let me do this right, I thought again; let me satisfy him so he’ll want more. In a moment of panic, I thought of him going off. I’d never taken a load in my mouth before. What if made me do that? What if he wanted me to swallow? Fuck, I didn’t know if I could do that. But I knew I would if that’s what he wanted.

The place was dark, except for the naked bulb in the equipment cage, and further in, the dull light that shone through the glazed glass windows. I jumped when I heard Doug’s voice.

‘Hey, you made it,’ he greeted me.

He was standing in the dim shadows, wearing his workout clothes; a pair of old gym shorts that he’d outgrown in about the eight grade, and an old ragged T-shirt that he’d cut the arms off of and chopped off at the bottom, nearly up to his pecs.

‘Yeah. I didn’t lock the door,’ I said.

‘Good. Don’t want to have to explain that.’

‘What if somebody does come in?’ I asked.

‘We’re down here working out,’ he said.

I laughed. ‘Yeah, like everybody knows I work out all the time,’ I scoffed.

‘So, I talked you into starting,’ he said.

I walked toward him, stepped over a bench to get to him. He peeled the T-shirt off over his head and hung it over the top of his opened locker door.

‘You ever done this before?’ he asked, standing with his arms at his sides, as if he were waiting on me.

‘No,’ I lied. ‘So I don’t know how good I’m gonna be at it.’

‘Fuck, no kidding!’ he exclaimed, sounding happy about my virginity. ‘So I’m gonna get your cherry, in a way. You’re gonna get mine, too. I never had a blow job before either.’

‘No kidding! Good,’ I said.

‘Oh, you like the idea of getting my cherry,’ he said with a chuckle.

‘I’m glad we’re going to be experiencing it together; especially glad my first time is with you,’ I said. ‘I’ll try to make it good for you.’

‘Oh? And what makes that so special, that your first time is with me?’ he asked.

I guffawed with mild disbelief. Didn’t he know, for chrissakes, what a stud he was? That every girl in school wanted to be his girlfriend; that there were probably a lot more guys than just me who would drop to their knees and service him at the nod of his handsome head.

‘In a word….you’re a stud, that’s why,’ I said.

‘Okay. If you say so.’

‘Everybody says so,’ I said. ‘Fuck, man, don’t you ever look in the mirror?’

He shrugged. ‘Yeah, but I guess I’m used to seeing what I see,’ he replied.

‘I could never get used to it, living inside a body like yours,’ I said.

‘You could if you had a body like mine,’ he said.

‘If only,’ I said.

‘Well, if you don’t have one of your own, will mine do?’ he asked with that damned mischievous, handsome, lop-sided grin.

‘Definitely,’ I said. ‘I’m just surprised you’ve never had a blowjob before. I figured every girl you took out somehow ended up down between your lets, giving you head.’

He laughed. ‘Don’t I fuckin’ wish.’ He shifted his weight sexily from one foot to the other and flung his arms out in a helpless or inviting gesture. ‘Well, go ahead if you still want to, we’re wasting valuable time,’ he said.

‘Yes, I still want to,’ I said as I stepped closer, right in front of him. I boldly clasped my hand over the front of his workout shorts and discovered that he wore no jock under them. He was hanging loose and heavy. Very heavy. I squeezed and mauled his shorts with one hand while I tugged them down off his hips with the other. When I had them pulled down, with only my handful of his manhood holding them up, I let go and pulled them the rest of the way down. They fell to his feet and he stepped out of them.

‘What if somebody comes in,’ I said huskily.

‘You keep worrying about that. We’re in the locker room. If somebody comes in I’ll grab a towel and head for the shower,’ he said.

Yeah, that was smart enough thinking; why didn’t I think of it? I sat on the end of the bench in front of him with my right hand around the back of his thigh and my other hand clasped around his butt. It was like holding onto warm rock. I was so nervous I couldn’t move. Finally I felt his hand gently on top of my head. He was anxious. So was I, but I wanted to savor the moment, just looking at him openly, admiring his magnificent cock. He guided me gently and I leaned in and nuzzled my face in his crotch, my nose smashed in his hair beside the root of his cock. He smelled good. I told him so.

‘Fuck, you smell good,’ I said.

‘You gotta be kidding. I’m all sweaty.’

‘I like it,’ I said.

‘Why don’t you see how I taste,’ he said.

‘All right.’ I kissed my way down the length of his cock, which was hardening now, then cocked my head and scooped the head up with my tongue and sucked it into my mouth.

‘Aaawwwnnnhhhhhh!’ he moaned softly, laying his other hand on my shoulder. ‘Shit, your mouth is so hot. Fuuckkk! You’ve got a nice tongue, too!’

I smiled around his cock and he shoved it in farther, the head smashed against my throat. I dry swallowed and it slipped right in. I had learned that it was easier to deepthroat if you took the guy’s cock before he got real hard. I gulped several times, working my muscles around his swollen meat, and my throat pulled him right in. I was surprised how easily I took him. I had a feeling he was going to be the biggest I’d ever had.

‘Ohhhh, Fuck! You swallowed the fucker!’ he moaned. He clasped his hands around my head and smashed his loins hard against my face and twisted his hips around. He got a little rough and wild but he had no idea about deep throating. I choked but I controlled it. He started fucking my mouth, using my throat like a pussy. I kept hold of his thighs, pulling him in to me with each trust.

‘Shit, man, I had no fuckin’ idea a blowjob could feel this good.’

Drool that he was working up in my throat ran down my chin and dripped onto the floor. I wondered how long he would last. Time wasn’t on our side, and neither were the conditions. I had my back to the ramp leading into the locker room and I didn’t think Doug, in his present state, would notice if anyone came in.

‘You didn’t say, but I wanta cum in your mouth,’ he growled as he fucked my throat unmercifully.

I still didn’t say. I couldn’t answer him one way or another, but he didn’t need an answer because he wasn’t asking if he could cum in my mouth. He was going to cum in my mouth. I didn’t care. I wanted him to; I wanted to taste him. But the way he was going at me, he would probably cum in my throat and I wouldn’t get a taste of him. I moved my hands around to the front of his thighs, thinking I might urge him to ease up and pull back but he didn’t notice, and I didn’t push him away. I was his, and he could use me any way he wanted. I wished we were alone, in a safer place, like in my room, or in the back seat of my car, parked out in the country road or in a field.

Suddenly, with a loud grunt he gave me my wish. He pulled back, extracting his thick cock from my throat and I held the head of his cock in my mouth. I lathered it with my tongue.

‘I’m cummin’….fuck, I’m cummin’, dude,’ he groaned.

I tightened my grip around his thighs. I was so excited I pulled myself off the bench and went to my knees, hugging his thighs tightly against me. I was suddenly his slave. The anticipation soared, and a few seconds later my mouth was being shot full of thick, warm boy juice. It shot out in long ropes, slithering all around my mouth to settle over my tongue. I drew my tongue up and he shot against the underside of it, fast filling the cavity of my mouth; my tongue was wallowing in his semen. It was a heady moment. I felt light headed. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that I was sucking Doug Bishop’s cock and it was spewing his man-seed into my mouth in great torrents.

His legs trembled against me and his breath came in ragged gasps. I glanced upward and his nostrils were flared and there was sweat on his forehead on his pecs. I had to swallow. I couldn’t contain all that he had given me.

‘Oh, fuck,’ he moaned softly as I began gulping it down. ‘Oh, fuck, you’re swallowing!’

His legs threatened to give out and he stumbled backwards to lean against the lockers. His cock pulled out of my mouth with a loud suction noise and swung angrily, glistening with cum and spit. I swiped my hand across my chin to wipe off the drool and probably some cum. I swallowed again, and again, till I was washing my mouth with spit, but the taste of him lingered in my throat.

‘Geezusss!’ he moaned, laughing. ‘What the fuck just happened! I never had anything like that in my whole life! Godd, you are good!’

‘Thanks, I tried,’ I said weakly. I realized I was shaking too, from the sheer excitement of the moment.

Then he did the strangest thing. He came over to me and pulled me to my feet and hugged me. He didn’t say anything, he just hugged me, lifting me off the floor. He was squeezing the air out of me but I didn’t complain. Then he set me down.

‘We’d better shower,’ he said.

‘Yes.’

He went to his locker to get the clean towel I’d given him. ‘Fuck, if I wasn’t straight, I think I could be in love,’ he said, laughing. ‘Mann, that was incredible.’ Then he turned and looked at me. ‘Can we do that again sometime?’

‘Anytime. That and a lot more if you want,’ I said.

‘There’s more?’ he asked, with a curious grin as we headed back to the showers.

‘Yeah, you’re still partially a virgin; you haven’t experienced it all,’ I told him.

‘What else?’ he asked.

‘This isn’t the time or the place,’ I said. ‘We were lucky as it was.’

‘Just tell me what else.’

‘Well, I only had a chance to work on the front,’ I told him.

‘Yeah? That’s where the goodies are.’

‘There are goodies in back, too,’ I said. ‘Bend over and I’ll give you a sample.’

He was turning on his shower. He paused and looked around at me. ‘I don’t know if I should trust you.’

‘You trusted me with your cock.’

‘But my ass…what’re you gonna do?’

‘Bend over, I’ll show you. Shit, look at you, with those muscles, you can stop me from doing anything you don’t want me to do.’

He slowly turned. ‘Okay, but don’t try anything funny.’

I knelt down behind him and gave his ass crack several licks, just enough to get him primed.

‘Ohhh…oohhhh, fuck!’ he cried out.

I stood up, smiling.

‘Shit! You’re full of surprises. Is there anything else?’

‘I know you fuck girls, but did you ever think what it’d be like to fuck a guy?’

He stared at me. No, he gaped. I don’t think the thought ever entered his mind.

‘No,’ he said simply, with the dumbest look on his face. ‘Are you…oh, fuck, are you saying I could fuck you…your ass? Ohh, Mann, are you gonna give me a sample of that?’

‘No. No samples. Another time.’

‘When?’ he asked excitedly ‘When are we going to do all of this?’

‘When we have more time and the right place.’

‘Where’s the right place? Fuck, I’d do it in the middle of the football field, at halftime.’

I laughed as I adjusted my shower, the one next to him. ‘How about in your bed, or mine, or in the back seat of your car?’

‘Any fuckin’ place you want, any time you say,’ he said. He reached over and took my arm and pulled me under his shower. ‘I want just a little sample,’ he said hoarsely as he turned me around. He pressed his body against me and rubbed his cock against my butt. It was still rubbery hard. I closed my eyes to relish the feel of his warm, hard muscles writhing against me. I was shocked when he reached around and took hold of my cock. If he didn’t stop…..

‘Is this a private party?’

I was jolted back to reality by the voice that seemed to boom across the shower room.

‘Coach!’ Doug blurted as he shoved me away.

I stumbled under my own shower and turned to face the wall in a futile attempt to hide my hardon. I could see out of the corner of my eye, the man stood at the doorway, his hands on his hips.

‘Sorry, Coach,’ Doug muttered as he began soaping himself up.

We waited. Coach didn’t move and he didn’t say anything. He just stood there looking at us. I wondered if Doug would be kicked off the team. I wondered if Coach would report us. Then he spoke.

‘I’ll lock the door for you,’ he said, and turned and walked away.

‘Fuck!’ Doug swore angrily. ‘Fuckin’ stupid fuck!’

‘I wonder what he’ll do,’ I said.

‘He’s gonna think I’m a fag. I’ll probably get kicked off the team,’ Doug said.

‘None of this changes the way you play football,’ I said.

‘He’s right.’

We were both startled again at the sound of Coach’s voice. We had assumed that he’d left. But there he was, naked now, and walking into the showers.

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Well after the sleepover and we had sex, it felt weird being in touching distance of him every once in a while he’ll bring it up and asks me if I want to go out with him and I told him I’m not sure, I still had my GF Lilly, but I was scared if drake would tell her that we had gay sex I was scared me n my GF would break up.

And I told him if he would not tell, he said sure but we all know he can’t keep his word. So anyway were in our free PD and I ask my teacher if I could use the bathroom so I walk down the halls to go to the BR so Im using the urinals and next thing u know it drake comes in and uses the urinal right next to me, and he looks at me and reminds of the time we did it, and I said it was a mistake and i didn’t know what I was thinking, he said it looked like u enjoyed it, I ignored him and turned around zippin my pants back up he turns as well not even zippin his pants up his cock exposed!! He says look at this u know u wanna suck it, i said no i don’t…..the he pulls down my zipper and I say no dude were not going to be friends if u keep pressuring me to have sex with u, I mean there’s like 30 other gays in this school why me???

He says I like you your cute and I love you…..I say wooo woowowowowow dude I love my GF, and I like u as a friend not as a gay lover, he says well idk care about your GF I want you….he takes his hand and rubbs my cock and I back up from him and tells him that I would appreciate it if he would stop, he leans over and kisses me on my lips, he backs off and it’s silent then he approaches me again and starts to kiss me some more and unlike the first time at the sleepover when he tries to kiss me (didn’t kiss back) I was actually kissing back, and were tounge wrestling and we both decide to go in the stools I sit down on the toilet and he unzips my pants once more and pulls my cock through the boxer hole and starts to suck and while he’s sucking hes saying I remember last time when we did it, and he also asked me if I can dump my GF for him I said maybe…..he stopped sucking he looked up at me and said really? I said yeah I guess so, we both stood up and started to kiss I said I’ll dump my GF for u but this realtionship stays a secret at this moment I established that I was attracted to both sexes, I was bi.

The next day I dumped Lilly and me and drake held a gay relationship for 1month we broke up because I wanted a girl but I told him we could still be friends and every once in a while we could kiss nothing more, he agreed. A week later I found a new Gf named Elizabeth which is a freshman and we lasted a good month she had to move out the state and I felt sad. I think 3 or 4 months later me n drake dated again……………. the next drake and I story well be coming soon.

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My friend Javier was cul and all and we just became friends about 3 weeks ago, we call him javi for short! Javier (hav-e-air) that’s how u prononce it!! Well anyway we have this HUGE exam so I go over his house with My Boyfriend drake and If u read my Prevoius 2 stories you’ll meet drake in both stories!

So me and him go to his house and we meet and we talk about how much we hate Mrs.Phillips (our teaher) just FYI Javier knows me and drake are gay (well I’m bi) but he’s 100% gay. & he doesn’t care, so me and drake are flirting with each other and he kisses me, I was like not here drake in my friends house plus he’s straight it’ll be weird!!! So he stopped, and Javier is like why u guys stop? Drake said isn’t it weird havin to guys makeout right in front of you? He was like no then it looked like he had something to confess, and I said what’s wrong???? He said I think I might be gay…I said well it’s okay just because your supposed to be attracted to the same sex does not mean u have too, if your attracted to this sex then your fine, if your attracted to that sex that’s also fine, and if your attarcted to both sexes then that’s also fine as well, u see I’m bi and i dnt care!!! My BF drake he’s gay he dosent hide it why should you? He said your right and hesitate to say….. can I kiss you, drake (my BF) interupts and says hold up were going out just cuz your gay dnt mean u can smack your lips on my BF, then they started to argue, I stopped the fight and aggresivley said I won’t kiss either of you if this keeps going on. There was moment of silence drake requested we go, I said no we came here to study and that’s what were going to do!!!!!!! They both agreed were sitting down on the sofa, sipping our water then Javier licks his lips and gets me horny (I get a boner easily lol) drake can see my boner and gets mad he stands up and asks me why are getting hard I said I’m not I ask Javier where the BR is to quickly get me soft, it worked I come back in the rm, and I see drake sitting angerly on the sofa I sit next to him thigh to thigh and I run my fingers down his chest and says the only one I get a boner from is you hon, he says you better! I gave a quick kiss on the check but that one kiss leads to something unexpected Javier stands up and starts to kiss drake we both look at him in shock but we keep going at it now I have 2 very cute handsome boys on me, drakes kissing while Javier is rubbing my bulge, and he says this is his first time this close to touching a guy, he opens my fly and puts his hand through the hole and again playing with my bulge through my undewear, he pulls my pants down and rubs my thighs he then pulls my undewear down and plays with my balls and starts to massage my dick, then as I watch hes licking his lips ready to suck, then drake notices that my underwear is off and sees my dick standing so he goes for it and sucks for 10 minutes when Javier is there waiting craving my dick, finally drake gets up and sits on the sofa jacking off as sperm is rushing out I start to lick it off his chest while I was doing that Javier was finally sucking my dick as he was waiting patinetly. Then after 3 minutes I think I suggest we try something I told them to stand up in a straightline like a train I told them let’s make a train of sex, drake puts his dick in me I put my dick in Javier like a train lol they laughed but I was serious…….so we did it and it was quite fun and it was very enjoyable, we saw through the window Javiers dad driving into the driveway so we all run upstairs in his rm to quickly put on our clothes we sat down opened our books and it looked like we were studying the whole time.

Turns out one kiss can lead you to a fun train!

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It had been a long time since I had any action whatsoever, mainly because I was so busy with my career. I was on a team of civil engineers leading development of a new power plant and I rarely got time for myself. So it when the project of six years was finally over, I was amazed by the amount of free time I had.

I am thirty four and still had a lot kick in me. I wouldn’t describe myself as overly muscular, but were toned well. I was vacationing in San Francisco and decided to visit a gay club and sample some of the guys that may come my way.

The club was packed and I thought to myself I might just get lost in this mass of people and end up being looked passed, but in the end I just wanted to try my luck. I somehow felt nervous, as I haven’t been a club like this for years and never resumed dating after Jon left me two years ago.

I noticed a guy that seemed to be in his mid 20’s dancing alone. I stared at him for a few moments, totally enthralled by his cute boyish looks and his curly black hair. He noticed me and approached my table.

‘What you looking at, Big Boy?’ he teased.

‘Caught in the act. I was just watching you dance,’ I replied.

‘Care to join me?’ he asked.

Without giving me any chance to answer him, he pulled me to my feet and dragged me off to the dance floor. The guy had some serious moves and I thoroughly enjoyed watching him as he had total control of his slim body.

After a few minutes, he started closing the space between us and pressed hard against my body while we dance. He looked at me with a naughty grin. I took out the keys to my car and he nodded. I led him out of the club and to my car.

We got in and he said, ‘I’m Eric, by the way.’

‘Justin, pleased to meet you.’

He chuckled, ‘Believe me, the pleasure’s all mine.’

He put his index finger in his mouth and looked innocently at me. Things started to stir inside and I needed to find a bed. Fast. I started the ten minute drive to the hotel and we started talking. Turned out he was a teacher at a local primary school, but what he really wanted to do is direct films.

He had a very soft, yet masculine voice that soothed me further away as I drooled over my new prize. We got to the hotel and when we got into the lift, he pressed up against me and started kissing me. The door opened and an elderly lady came in. She cleared her throat and looked suspiciously at us while we just giggled like two naughty high school boys.

We got off at my floor and headed straight for my room, while kissing and groping each other in the hallways. I pushed Eric against the door, pressing down hard on his moist lips while fiddling about in my pocket, trying to find the keys for the door.

After some struggling, I managed to get the door open. I took Eric in my arms and carried him to the bed. I placed him down carefully them climbed on him, but still supporting my own weight with my arms and legs.

We continued our heated make out session for another few minutes when he started pulling up my shirt. I lifted up my arms and he almost tore the shirt of me. I loosened my belt and tossed it on the floor.

He removed his shirt and I instantly went down on his nipples, sucking and softly nibbling. He was starting to moan quietly, and I took it that he like the treatment I was giving him. He slipped his hands inside the back of my jeans and started rubbing my ass.

I kissed him all the way to his naval and undid his jeans as the restricted my jaw from going lower. He wore a black jockstrap the concealed a growing bulge. I lifted myself off him and stripped his jeans from him, only to pen him to the bed again.

I kissed his semi hard cock through his jock and slowly started pulling it down. He was moaning more loudly now and my heart started to race. My long wait was finally over.

I yanked his jock of and took in the sight of his almost 7′ beauty. I looked up at him and he just smiled at him. I took his dick into my mouth, probing it with my tongue and savoring the nearly forgotten taste of fresh cock.

I worked on his cock for a few minutes and sensed he was nearing his climax. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and went up to kiss him again. His hands were in my pants again and the found the zipper. He undid them and I removed them. I turned on my back as he sat on me, riding me through my underwear.

In a matter of seconds, I was fully erect and hornier than ever. He pulled down my jock, exposing my 8′ dick, dripping with pre-cum. He licked it up with tongue and then starting giving me one hell of blow-job. He knew precisely how to handle my cock and drove me to places I thought I’d never go to.

I blew my load all over his face and he just licked it all up.

I gave him a horny grin and he knew what to do. He got on all fours and I positioned myself so as to straddle him, my cock resting at his hole.

‘Ready?’ I asked with a heavy voice.

‘Please, I want you in me,’ he said.

I started pushing in slowly and soon my cock head was in him. He moaned and I could see he had some pain. I carefully started pushing in slowly, until he took my entire dick. I allowed him a few minutes to adjust to me. I began pulling out and pushing back in with short, slow strokes.

This time the moan of pleasure sounded more convincing and started pulling out further and increased the force in which I penetrated him. We continued to fuck like that for a while before I really started quickening my pace.

Within fifteen minutes, I came again and filled him all up with my jizz.

I slumped down next to him, my pulse racing.

We never saw each other again, but I’ll always remember Eric for restarting my sex life.

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Jeff Long walked slowly across the deck toward his son, Jay, standing at the railing, his short hiking shorts hugged his muscular thighs, his powerful hamstrings bulging. The yellow T-shirt hugged his upper body, contrasting sharply against his dark tan. The thick column of his neck was taut, holding his handsome head up.

‘I’m sorry you’re not having a good time,’ he said as he stepped up and leaned on the railing beside the boy.

‘It’s not exactly what I expected,’ the youth said without looking around.

‘Me either. I was as surprised as you were at the guys who were naked in the pool. Still, I don’t know why that bothered you so; you’ve been an athlete all your young life, you’re used to being around other naked guys in the locker room.’

‘There’s not a bunch of dads with us in the locker room. And those guys were awfully playful with each other in the pool.’

‘We’ve done that; wrestled around,’ Jeff said.

‘Not naked, except for that one time, and not with anybody else around,’ Jay said.

‘Well, if I had known, I would’ve never booked us on this cruise.’

‘They didn’t tell you?’ the boy asked.

‘Thinking back, I guess they did, or tried to, but I guess I never caught on,’ Jeff lied.

‘Well, I just never thought father-son bonding would involve guys passing their sons around to other men, which is what they seem to be doing,’ said Jay.

‘I don’t think everybody is doing that,’ Jeff said. ‘I haven’t; we haven’t. And maybe its not what it seems. It could just be a way of everybody getting to know each other. Anyway, its only our second day out, we can still have a good time going our own way and let everyone else go their way.’

‘And try to ignore what’s going on around us?’ Jay asked.

‘Yes. Do the things you enjoy doing, on the ship and on the islands, and leave everybody else to do the same. And if you have a problem with our table guests, I can see the headwaiter about getting us moved.’

‘No need to do that, we only see them at dinner,’ Jay said.

‘I just want you to be comfortable and have a good time on your graduation cruise,’ Jeff said.

‘I will. I am, actually. This ship is unbelievable. I still haven’t seen it all. The climbing wall is awesome. And the gym….it’s better equipped than the one at school.’

‘Have you climbed the wall yet?’ Jeff asked.

‘No, but I’m going to. I am having a good time, Dad, I’m just trying to ignore some of the stuff that’s going on around me.’

‘And you can get away from all this other stuff when you go ashore on the islands,’ Jeff said, patting his son on the back. ‘But for now, we’d better get dressed for dinner. Unless you want to eat up on deck.’

‘No, we’ve got all those new clothes, we might as well make good use of them,’ Jay said. ‘I’m just glad the formal night is out of the way so I don’t have to wear the tux.’

‘There’s another formal night at the end of the cruise,’ Jeff reminded him.

‘Don’t remind me.’

‘Hey, you looked great in your tux,’ Jeff said as they headed for the elevator.

‘Yeah, maybe a little too good from the looks and some of the remarks I got,’ Jay said.

‘You handled them okay,’ Jeff said. The elevator doors parted and they stepped inside with a good-looking, thirty-something man who openly admired the two.

‘Well, the stud patrol has arrived,’ the said.

Jeff laughed, partly at his son’s embarrassment. They rode up in silence till the elevator stopped and the man got off.

‘See what I mean?’ Jay said.

‘Hey, it was a compliment, to both of us,’ said Jeff. ‘And I’m taking all the compliments I can get.’

‘Hell, Dad, you’re probably the best-built dad on this boat, its not like you have to grovel for compliments,’ Jay chided him.

Jeff let Jay have the shower first while he stood out on the balcony watching the sea sparkle with the colors of the setting sun. Maybe he had done the wrong thing, booking them on the cruise. He felt guilty for lying to his son. He knew what the cruise was all about; that was why he sought it out and booked it. And the travel agent had made everything quite clear, explaining that everything onboard clothing and the activities was optional. He understood and he booked them on Bonding Voyager because he hoped it would be the opportunity to bring them together the way Jeff wanted them to be together. He wanted to finally reveal to his son that he was gay. He had no intention and would never suggest that they take part or even mingle too closely with the other men and boys. He just wanted them to have the time together, as father and son and he needed the atmosphere of the cruise ship to bolster his courage to make his announcement. He just hoped it didn’t turn out to be the biggest mistake of his life.

‘It’s all yours, dad,’ Jay said from behind.

He turned to see his son standing in the doorway, drying his hair vigorously and his breath came short. The towel barely covered his naked body and when he brought it down to dry his pubes, Jeff’s eyes raked over his muscular upper body, nicely tanned except around his middle where he wore a swimsuit. His muscles rippled and his abs danced with the motion. Godd, he was beautiful! More so because he didn’t seem to be aware of it. He had to avert his eyes when Jay brought the towel down, revealing his manhood. He didn’t know why; if he wanted him to know his secret, then why not stare and let him figure it out. But he knew Jay would never raise the question; it would never enter his mind. Godd, when had he gotten so muscular, and big! More and more, he felt unsafe being in the boy’s presence when he was naked.

Jeff didn’t tarry about taking his shower. When he came out of the bathroom, Jay was dressed in a pair of light slacks and a black stretch satin T-shirt that hugged his upper body like a gentle skin, with a gold choker around his thick, muscular neck. He looked stunning.

‘You know you’re only soliciting more comments, looking like that,’ he said jokingly.

‘Should I wear something else?’ Jay asked innocently.

‘No, of course not,’ Jeff said, laughing. ‘Hell, Son, it doesn’t matter what you wear, the way you’re put together, people are going to look. Get used to it.’

Jeff could barely keep from beaming with pride as they made their way to the dining room as he noticed the way people looked at the boy. The sleeves of his shirt stretched around his big arms, and the trousers hugged his massive thighs. And that particular pair of trousers fit his butt almost indecently. It was fun to discreetly watch other people looking at him as they walked to their table.

Their table guests were already seated; Chad Barrington, a ruggedly built man who looked to be in his mid thirties, too young looking to be the father of the boy with him. The boy, Kody, was about Jay’s age, more cute than handsome, nicely built, but not of the rugged build of his father. They were barely seated and had greeted each other when the waiter came to their table.

‘Would anyone like a drink before dinner?’

‘Hold mine till after dinner,’ Jeff said. ‘But I would like a beer with dinner.’

Chad ordered a beer as well, then the waiter turned to Jay.

‘I’m not old enough to drink,’ he said.

The headwaiter happened to be close by and he stepped over to their table. ‘Since we are in international waters, we don’t impose a drinking age, but there are some restrictions. You may have beer or wine with dinner as long as your dads approve. The only other place you can drink is in the Locker Room, the teen club. There, you are allowed two beers, and you won’t be allowed to leave there on your own. Your dad or some other responsible adult has to come and get you. We don’t want guys getting drunk and falling overboard.’

‘Those are smart rules,’ Chad said. ‘Do you want a beer?’ he asked his son.

‘No, thanks.’

‘Jay?’ Jeff asked. ‘Its okay with me.’

‘Sure, I’ll have a beer,’ Jay said.

When they had ordered, they settled back in their chairs. They were only slightly acquainted from dinner the night before. Chad was an over-the-road truck driver, divorced, doing his best, he said, to raise his son by himself. Kody would be a senior in high school. Jay was just graduated from high school with football scholarships to college. Jeff was a construction foreman, also raising his teenage son on his own.

‘So, are you boys going to enter the swim suit contest tomorrow?’ Chad asked.

‘I’m sure not going to, if Jay does,’ Kody said.

Jay blinked with surprise. ‘Why not? You would have as good a chance as anybody,’ Jay said.

‘Not with you standing next to me,’ Kody said. ‘I saw you at the pool today.’

‘Okay, I won’t enter,’ Jay said.

‘That wouldn’t be fair. It would be a waste of time for me, but you should enter. You could win it, hands down, the way you’re built,’ Kody said.

‘Come on, you’re a gymnast,’ Jay said. ‘Besides, who cares who wins? I’ll enter if you will.’

‘Actually, boys, I think it’s a sexy body contest, not a swimsuit contest. In fact, I think swimsuits are optional,’ Chad said.

‘Well, that leaves me out then,’ Jay said.

‘Why?’ Chad asked with a wry smile. ‘It’s a shipload of guys, and you’re both athletes; you’re used to being around other guys without your clothes on.’

‘Okay, I’ll enter if you will,’ Kody told Jay. ‘I might just have a chance at second place.’

‘Hey, you boys ought to go check out the Locker Room after dinner,’ Chad said. ‘No adults allowed,’ he added, laughing.

‘Have you been there yet?’ Kody asked Jay.

‘No.’

‘Do you want to check it out?’ Kody asked.

‘Sure, we can do that,’ Jay said.

The dinner conversation went well and the boys agreed to meet on deck. Back in their room after dinner, Jay was changing into something more casual; a pair of khaki cargo shorts and hiking boots with a dark blue knit T-shirt.

‘I’m not exactly looking forward to this,’ he said.

‘Try to have a good time,’ Jeff said. ‘Kody seems like a nice enough guy; he might actually be fun if you get him away from his dad. And by the way, go ahead and have a beer or two. Just give me a call when you’re ready to come back up to the cabin; I’ll come down and get you.’

‘Dad, are you getting the same vibes I am, that there’s something weird between Kody and his dad?’ Jay asked.

‘No, nothing like that,’ Jeff said with a frown. ‘I just think the man can be overbearing, and that Kody is intimidated by him. The boy might loosen up and have more fun away from his dad.’

Jay strolled around the upper deck, biding his time till nine o’clock. He was keenly aware of the way some of the men and boys looked at him. Some of them smiled and spoke; their smiles more than mere friendly, and Jay had a strong suspicion what was behind those smiles. He tried to picture his dad coming onto a boy like that; because that’s exactly what he thought they were doing. It was impossible to imagine. He was leaning on the rail, gazing out at the rolling sea when he felt a presence beside him. As he turned to look, he took in a pair of muscular, hairy calves and tree-trunk thighs, and on to encounter a man about his dad’s age, who had moved up beside him.

‘I can’t believe a hunk like you got stood up,’ the man said.

‘I’m waiting on another guy to meet me here; we’re going down to check out the Locker Room,’ Jay said.

‘Ah, the inner sanctum, where adults are forbidden to enter,’ the man said.

‘I guess, nobody over nineteen,’ Jay said.

‘Well, if your buddy doesn’t show, maybe you and I could find something to do together. Have you tried the climbing wall yet?’ the man asked.

‘No. I intend to, tomorrow.’

‘They tell me it’s an awesome experience at night, with the lights shining on you,’ the man said. ‘But maybe you’re not into hanging out with an old guy like me.’

‘You’re not old,’ Jay said. ‘You’re about my dad’s age, but I’m with my dad.’

‘My son was with me, but I lost him a poker game,’ the man said, laughing.

‘You bet your son in a poker game?’ Jay asked, incredulous.

‘It was all in fun. And he was okay with it. The guy who won him walked off with three boys all together. He was a hell of a poker player.’

Jay laughed, shaking his head in disbelief as he tried to imagine his dad betting him in a poker game. He wondered what the real stakes were behind just winning the boys.

‘But, hey, you’ve got other plans,’ the man said. ‘You and your buddy have a good time. If you change your mind or things don’t work out, check around the climbing wall. Or if I’m not there, come up to my cabin, number 3324.’

‘Thanks, but I doubt I’ll make it,’ Jay said and the man walked away. A few minutes after nine, Kody showed up.

‘Well, are you ready for this adventure?’ Jay asked him in a friendly tone. Might as well get things off on the right foot, he thought.

‘I’m ready if you are,’ Kody said.

The Locker Room was a nightclub for the boys only. Adults were not allowed in. The design was a huge locker room, complete with dressing benches and oversized wall lockers, many of them standing open, with towels and jockstraps and football jerseys draped over the doors and football helmets on top.

‘They certainly went for authenticity,’ Kody joked, nodding to one of the jockstraps.

The only light was from small, naked bulbs hanging from the ceiling, along with black lights that flashed like lightning to the beat of the music. In one corner was a stack of wrestling mats piled about a foot high. A small boxing ring took up another corner. There was also a small-scale climbing wall, but for decoration only. Gym bags, football helmets and jerseys and pants, and baseball gloves and uniforms adorned the walls, and more jockstraps. Positioned throughout were small, round, stand-up tables for drinks and snacks. A room off to one side was designed to look like a shower but it housed all kinds of video games. There was a small bar along one wall where drinks and snacks were served.

‘Wow, this is really neat,’ Kody remarked.

‘Yeah, it is,’ Jay agreed. ‘Hey, do you want a beer?’

‘Absolutely.’

Jay went to get two beers while Kody went to stake out one of the tall tables. When he started to pay, the bartender waved him off.

‘All I need is your cabin number,’ he said.

‘So my dad can keep track of how much I drink?’ Jay asked.

‘You’re only allowed two beers, but that can make some guys tipsy. I need your cabin number to call when you’re ready to leave,’ the bartender said.

Jay gave his cabin number and went to find Kody.

‘Couldn’t get a table,’ he said when Jay came back with their beers.

‘That’s okay, we’ll sit on one of the benches along the wall, over there by the stack of wrestling mats,’ Jay said.

‘This is really a neat place,’ Kody said again.

‘Yeah, I’m glad we came,’ said Jay.

‘Are you?’

‘Yeah. Why?’ Jay asked with a scowl.

‘I wasn’t sure you would want to come with me,’ Kody said.

‘Why do you say that?’

‘Well, I don’t think you think we have all that much in common,’ the younger boy said.

‘Well, I know you’re a gymnast, so that opens up sports,’ Jay said.

‘We haven’t really got to know each other, and I didn’t think you would want to,’ Kody said.

‘Why do you keep saying that? What’s so wrong with me?’ Jay asked, laughing.

‘Oh, nothing,’ Kody said emphatically. ‘We’re just different, that’s all. I’m a pretty average Joe, and you’re…..well, you look like you’re probably the stud on campus.’

‘Don’t I wish,’ Jay said, laughing.

‘Come on, you’ve probably got the girls lining up to mount your bones.’

‘Don’t I really wish,’ Jay said.

‘Jay….is it J.A.Y, or just J?’ Kody asked.

‘My name is J. Hardin Long. The J stands for Jeff, after my dad, but I go by Jay, J.A.Y. because I didn’t want to be called Jeff.’

‘Is it?’ Kody asked with a wry grin.

‘Is what?’

‘Is it hard and long?’

Jay did a double take, rearing backwards with surprise, laughing. He didn’t reply at first, but he saw that it was a real question; Kody was waiting for an answer.

‘Well, I don’t get many complaints,’ he said.

‘I’ll bet you don’t, from the way you filled out your Speedo.’

‘Speedos are designed to make a guy look good,’ Jay said with a shrug.

‘But like my dad said, not many guys can pull it off the way you did. And I’ll bet a lot of guys around the pool wanted to do just that,’ he added with a mischievous grin.

‘Do what?’ Jay asked.

‘Pull it off.’

Jay didn’t respond to his remark. ‘Do you mind if I make an observation?’

‘Go ahead,’ Kody said.

‘You seem to be down on yourself.’

‘Why do you say that?’ Kody asked.

‘Well, you didn’t think I would want to hang out with you and you made that judgment without even knowing me. And you weren’t going to enter the contest if I did. Then you were ready to settle for second place.’

‘Well, look at you,’ Kody said.

‘I really can’t figure that one out. Look at you. You’re a gymnast. You compete. With that attitude, when you walk into an arena and see a guy whose put together better than you are, you’re beat before you even get started.’

Kody looked down at his shoes. ‘I’m afraid I sort of do get that attitude when I see some big stud walk in all cocky and confident.’

‘The way to counter cockiness and confidence is with cockiness and confidence,’ Jeff said.

‘Yeah, I know. I’ve had people tell me I don’t know how good I am.’

‘Maybe you should listen to them,’ Jay said. ‘Start acting cocky.’

Kody laughed and took another long swig of beer. ‘Have you, uh….gotten involved yet?’ he asked rather cautiously.

‘Involved?’ Jay asked.

‘In any of the activities on board,’ Kody said.

‘No, I’m not even sure what activities there are on board,’ Jay replied. He paused, waiting, but Kody didn’t volunteer anything. ‘Have you?’ he asked to draw him out. His curiosity was too great not to ask, especially his curiosity about Kody and his father.

‘Well, I spent our first night at sea with two other guys in another man’s cabin,’ Kody said.

Jay’s mouth flew open in surprise. ‘Geezusss! How….how did that come about?’

The boy shrugged and seemed a little embarrassed.

‘Its okay if you don’t want to tell me,’ Jay said.

‘Dad lost me in a poker game,’ Kody said

Jay did a double-take. ‘I just met a guy who lost his son in poker game!’ he blurted. ‘He said there were three…….’

‘Yeah, there were three of us that the guy won. It was a pretty wild night.’

‘Geezusss!’ Jay gasped in disbelief. ‘Damn! Somehow I can’t see my dad doing that, betting me in a poker game.’

‘Well, actually, he’s not my dad. He’s my step dad,’ said Kody.

‘All right. I didn’t know. Is that a bad thing or a good thing, him being your step dad?’ Jay asked.

‘Depends on how you look at it, I guess.’

‘How do you look at it?’ Jay asked.

The boy shrugged and looked down at his beer. ‘Well, my real dad has been gone out of my life from the time I was two, so in that regard, it’s been a good thing.’

‘Is he good to you and your mom?’ Jay asked.

‘My mom hasn’t been in my life either since I was four. She took off right from work one night and we never saw her again. So I guess it’s a doubly good thing that my step dad was there for me. You and your dad seem to have a good relationship.’

‘We have a great relationship,’ Jay said.

‘Well, then, this cruise can’t do anything but make the bond stronger,’ Kody said.

‘I was bonding with my dad long before this cruise,’ said Jay.

‘Yeah, me, too,’ Kody said with a screwy look. ‘Big time bonding.’

Jay waited for him to elaborate. When he didn’t, he asked, ‘And that would mean what?’

‘Well, for starters, he’s been fucking me since I was…..well, you don’t want to know.’

Jay’s mouth flew open. ‘What!? Geezussss!’ he blurted, shocked again. He took a long swig of his beer. ‘Geez, you said that like…like he’s been teaching you to swim or something.’

‘Ironically, that’s exactly how it started, when we were swimming at the lake,’ Kody said. ‘We were on a weekend camping trip and we’d gone swimming and were wrestling around in the water and the next thing I knew I was spread out across a warm boulder, losing my virginity.’

‘Look, I don’t think I wanta hear the details,’ Jay said, holding his hands up. Suddenly, he wanted to leave.

‘So you and your dad haven’t….,’ Kody started.

‘No!’ Jay replied quickly and emphatically, with a scowl, before the question was out of his mouth.

‘Well, the cruise isn’t over,’ Kody said flippantly.

‘It’s not in our plans,’ Jay said dryly. He didn’t want to pursue the conversation.

A stocky-built guy and a very boyish, blonde, slender kid wearing nothing but a pair of onion-skin running shorts, came over to the stack of wrestling mats. The bigger boy seemed to be leading the other one, although not forcing him. The big guy pushed the blonde back onto the mats and laid on top of him, nuzzling his neck and running his hands up and down his thighs. Jay and Kody watched them. Kody didn’t seem to think anything of it. Jay was taken aback, wide-eyed, by the brazen display, especially when they actually started kissing and the bigger guy ran his hand up inside the other boy’s shorts.

‘Hey, let’s go check out the rest of the place,’ Jay said, wanting to get away from it.

As they moved away, others moved in to watch the show.

‘That bothered you back there,’ Kody said.

‘Yeah, sort of,’ Jay said. ‘I mean, I’ve spent a lot of time in the locker room and I never saw anything like that going on.’

Checking the place out might not have been a good idea either; he was shocked when he realized what all was going in the place. There was a guy standing inside one of the big lockers, with another kid standing in front of him, groping the front of his shorts.

‘Geezusss!!’ he swore under his breath in total disbelief. ‘Nothing like this ever went on in our locker room at school.’

Kody laughed.

In the game room was a pool table with a smallish boy spread out, wearing nothing but a jockstrap, with two bigger guys holding his legs wide apart. Another guy was hitting balls into the kid’s crotch, trying to hit his balls.

‘Damn, that’s gotta hurt,’ Jay said. He jumped when he felt a hand on his butt. He whirled around angrily, thinking it was Kody, but Kody was around the corner of the table, watching the pool game. He looked to the other side to see a tall, good-looking, studly kid with a big smile and snappy dark eyes that danced with mischief.

‘What would it take to convince you to ditch your friend and come up to my cabin?’ he asked quietly.

‘First, you would have to give me one good reason why you have your hand on my ass,’ Jay said, not kindly.

‘I don’t know, it just seemed to cry out for my hand,’ the other boy said smartly as he squeezed his butt. ‘So, what do you say?’

‘I think I’ll stick with my friend,’ Jay said, reaching back to shove his hand away.

‘Your loss. Maybe I’ll see you later,’ the youth said.

‘What’d that guy want?’ Kody asked as they left the game room.

‘He wanted me to come up to his cabin,’ Jay said.

‘Hey, feel free to go, I don’t need a babysitter,’ Kody said.

‘Naw, I’m about ready to go back to my cabin,’ Jay said. ‘This place if sort of giving me the creeps.’

‘It bothers you, huh?’ Kody said with a smile.

‘I’ve never been a homophobe or really cared what two people do in private, but this is taking it a little over the top, and it’s not in private,’ Jay said.

‘Would you feel differently if it’d been a cheerleader making out with that big stud on the mats, or the one standing in the locker?’

‘Don’t confuse the issue,’ Jay said.

A big, burly, college-age guy stopped them at the door as they were about to leave. ‘What’s your cabin number? I need to call your dads or guardians,’ he said.

Kody’s dad didn’t answer, so Jay’s dad came and got them both. They delivered Kody to his cabin then went to their own.

‘How was it?’ Jeff asked his son.

‘Nice place. Weird stuff going on,’ Jay replied.

‘How weird?’

‘Well, there was a kid in a jockstrap being held down, spread eagle on the pool table and another guy shooting pool, trying to hit him in the nuts with the pool balls.’

‘Damn, that had to hurt,’ Jeff said, laughing.

‘Yeah, that’s what I said. There were two guys making out on the wrestling mats kissing, mind you and another guy standing inside one of the big lockers with another kid feeling him up. I don’t think I’m going back.’

‘Oh….Well….How did you and Kody get along?’

‘Okay; if that’s all you mean,’ Jay said.

‘Just asking how you got along,’ Jeff said, holding up a hand.

Jay didn’t tell his dad about the guy’s hand on his butt or about the older guy who tried to pick him up, or about Kody and his stepfather, or that Kody had spent the first night with a man who had won him in a poker game.

The next morning Jay and his dad were out on the balcony eating breakfast from room service when the phone rang. Jeff was closest to the door so he picked it up.

‘Hey, Jay, it’s Kody. He wants to know if you’re going to enter the contest; it’s at eleven o’clock,’ Jeff called out.

‘Is he going to?’ Jay asked.

‘He is if you are,’ Jeff said.

‘Okay, I’ll be there,’ Jay said. ‘But tell him I’m wearing a swim suit.’

Jeff smiled when he hung up the phone. ‘Which suit are you wearing?’ he asked.

‘I don’t know, maybe I’ll be daring and wear the yellow one you bought for me. I’ve never worn it before, except to try it on,’ Jay said.

‘You’ll cause a riot in that thing,’ Jeff said. ‘But you’ll also win the contest.’

At a quarter to eleven, Jay changed into the yellow bikini suit. He stood in front of the mirror and hefted the front up but it pulled back down from the weight in the pouch.

‘You need suspenders?’ Jeff asked, laughing.

‘Maybe I’d better wear the blue boxer brief that I wore to the pool,’ Jay said.

‘No, wear that one,’ Jeff said. ‘People have already seen you in the blue one. It’s a sexy body contest. You’ve got the body, boy, flaunt it.’

‘What the heck is the prize for winning this thing, anyway?’

‘I don’t know, a medal of some sort, I think.’

Jay hefted the pouch and let if fall again. ‘This is flaunting it all right,’ he said. ‘Hell, it’s more like advertising.’ He grabbed a towel out of the bathroom and wrapped it around his waist.

‘Oh, you’re gonna tease, huh?’ Jeff said.

‘No, I just want to get to the pool without being attacked,’ said Jay. He surveyed himself in the mirror one more time with the towel held behind him at the ready. ‘I don’t know, Dad, whether this is a good idea or not.’

‘Come one, you’re going to be late,’ Jeff told him from the open door.

All the poolside deck chairs had been taken long before time for the contest to start and the upper decks overlooking the pool were crowded with spectators ‘Sir, are you entering the contest?’ a deckhand asked Jay. ‘You certainly should,’ he added, looking him up and down.

‘Yeah, I guess I am,’ Jay replied.

‘If I could have your towel, you can join the others on the deck at the end of the pool,’ the youth said.

Jay undid the towel and handed it to the guy, who gave a low whistle. ‘Well, the competition has arrived,’ he said under his breath.

‘Now there is the winner,’ someone declared.

Accustomed as he was to being around other guys without their clothes, and the looks that came with it, he was more than a little uneasy about standing on the deck with the other eight contestants, who ranged in age from a very young looking boy who didn’t look old enough to even be on the cruise ship, to about nineteen. (Author’s note: Some characters may or may not appear to be 18 years old. For the purposes of keeping minors out of my writing, I am making them all over the age of 18, but the reader can use his own imagination and make them whatever age he wants. And after all, eighteen can be just a day past seventeen. Thank you). Jay naturally sized up his competition; Kody, of course, and one guy who looked like a college athlete, and a muscular, rather hairy guy. The youngest kid wasn’t bad; already well muscled, and sporting an impressive pouch in the front of his tiny swimsuit. Another boy who looked to be in high school, was smooth as a baby, but his swimmer’s build was a little too smooth, without much muscular definition. Two more rather twinky looking boys, he didn’t consider competition.

The MC announced their names then explained the rules, which were few and simple. There would be four elimination rounds, with two contestants being eliminated each round. The winners in each round would be the ones who got the most applause. The contestants were allowed to walk, speak, even dive in for a swim and climb out of the pool, and even remove their swimsuits if they wanted to. Jay decided right away that he wasn’t taking off his suit. If he couldn’t win without showing off his manhood, then he didn’t deserve to win. It wasn’t a cock contest.

One by one, the MC called out their names as he held his hand over their heads. Jay couldn’t be sure he got the most applause the first round but he ranked high enough that he wasn’t worried. Yeah, he sort of waned to win the contest; it was in his competitive nature to win anything he tried. The two twinks were voted out right away. The second round, the college athlete dove into the pool and as he swam across he removed his swimsuit and tossed it to the crowd and climbed out naked. That might have kept him in the competition except that he had little to show without his suit and he got voted off along with the high school swimmer. Jay, the muscle guy, Kody, and surprisingly, the kid who looked like he was twelve were left. Jay figured it was his young appearance that got him all the applause from the older letches.

But muscle won out. In the third round, the young kid was eliminated, along with Kody. Jay felt sorry for Kody, but he seemed to take it in good spirits and he began rooting for Jay. The final two were Jay and the muscle guy with the hairy chest. Jay wouldn’t have bet either way. He thought he was as well built but he guessed it would depend on how many guys liked hairy chests.

‘Wanta take it off and let the real judging begin?’ the guy asked Jay.

‘No, I’m okay just like I am,’ Jay said.

‘Oh, you’re more than okay,’ the young man said. ‘Actually, win or lose, I don’t care, I was only asking to try to get you out of that suit. If I can’t get it off of you that way, I’d like to hook up with you later. I’ll take the fucker off with my teeth, and grovel while I’m doing it.’

Jay felt his face grow warm with embarrassment, and the guy laughed, but the contest had resumed and he shrugged it off. The first round of applause was for the muscle guy, and it was pretty loud. But the second round was louder, and it was for Jay.

‘We have a winner!’ the MC announced excitedly. He handed the muscle guy a red-white-and-blue ribbon with a heavy brass medal attached. ‘The rules say that you must award this to the man who defeated you.’

‘Proud to do so,’ the guy said as he stepped in front of Jay. ‘Just watch, I’m very good at muscle worship and groveling,’ he said in a low tone, looking into Jay’s eyes. He placed the ribbon around Jay’s neck and positioned the medal carefully between his thick pecs then casually brushed his fingers across his chest before he went down on one knee, head bowed, in a posture of homage, and reached out and clasped his hands around Jay’s thighs in a gesture of defeat. As he lifted his head he let his eyes fix unmistakably on the bulge of Jay’s swimsuit, very obvious for all to see. There was applause, it sounded like from all over the ship. Embarrassed, Jay put his hand on the guy’s shoulder to urge him to his feet, but he stayed kneeling for a moment longer.

‘I could show you a lot,’ the guy whispered as he finally stood.

His look, and the tone of his voice, sent chills down Jay’s spine. Some deck hands brought out champagne for the contestants to celebrate and offered it to the guests at a price. It was difficult for Jay and his dad to get through the crowd wanting to congratulate them, and many who wanted to get close enough to touch Jay’s muscles.

‘Well, you won that hands down,’ Jeff said.

‘Let’s face it, Dad, the swim suit won it for me. That other guy was built every bit as good as I am.’

‘But he was hairy. And it wasn’t the swimsuit, it was what you had packed inside it. You saw how quick that other stud got voted off when he took his suit off. Listen, are we still on for a tour of the island?’

‘Yes,’ Jay replied.

After lunch, Jeff rented a Jeep and they went to explore the island. It was a random excursion, driving up and down the narrow roads to see the countryside, back in from the seashore where the people lived. They stopped at a ‘jerk station’ and had some jerk chicken and some kind of fruit drink.

‘I hope we don’t regret this,’ Jay said.

‘I know, they told us not to eat on the islands, but it’s hard to resist the native food,’ said Jeff.

They visited a couple of tourist spots and ended up at a place called Jackson Beach. They had passed a couple of signs advertising the place; the second one said it was a nude beach, Males Only. Jeff slowed at the second sign.

‘Do you want to check this out?’ he asked his son. ‘It would be a great place to finish your tan,’ he quipped.

‘Yeah, why not? I think it would be great to swim naked in the ocean,’ Jay said.

It was the most beautiful beach Jay had ever seen, with the most beautiful people he’d ever seen; all males except for the female attendants and the strikingly beautiful woman who ran the food and drink stand.

‘Do you need to rent an umbrella, or towels or beach chairs?’ she asked with her native accent.

‘Towels, yes,’ Jeff said.

The woman got two big, heavy towels from under the counter. ‘Ten dollah,’ she said.

‘Am I buying them or renting them?’ Jeff asked jokingly.

‘Twenty dollah to buy,’ she said, pointing to a price list behind her.

When he turned to go, he saw Jay gazing off, not paying any attention.

‘Jay?’

‘Huh?’ he said, looking back at his dad. ‘Or, are you ready?’

‘Yeah, are you?’ Jeff asked with a smiling scowl.

‘Yeah,’ he said.

Jeff laughed. ‘Are you going to be gun why with the female attendants around?’

‘No,’ Jay said, rather absently, as he continued to look at the girls who were scurrying around, attending to the guests, serving them drinks. ‘No, I don’t think so.’

They took a spot a few yards from the water’s edge and spread out their towels and began taking off their clothes.

‘You’re okay doing this here, but you were adamant about wearing your swim suit at the pool,’ Jeff pointed out as he stepped out of his shoes and skinned off his shirt.

‘It’s different out here, I don’t know why,’ Jay said, also pulling his T-shirt off over his head. It was different; he felt no hesitation, even in front of the girls, as he dropped his hiking shorts and pulled off his briefs. Maybe especially in front of the girls. He had been naked a lot in front of a lot of guys, but not in front of girls, and it was a heady feeling. ‘Ahh, this feels good,’ he said, digging his feet into the sand.

‘It looks good,’ someone said from close by.

Jay glanced around to see a muscular man about his dad’s age, eyeing him. Jay recognized him as the man who had approached him on deck when he was waiting for Kody to go to the teen club; the one who had lost his son in a poker game.

‘Don’t let it get to you,’ Jeff said under his breath.

‘I’m not. I don’t care who looks,’ Jay said.

‘Yeah, especially these gorgeously tanned girls,’ Jeff said, laughing.

‘I think I’ll go in the water,’ Jay said.

‘Yes, I thought you might have to, to cool down,’ Jeff said. He noticed with amusement the way his son kept his eyes on the girls to see if they were watching him.

They swam out and floated and frolicked like two dolphins, and Jay dove for seashells. He swam back with a handful of shells and took them to his towel.

‘Hey, didn’t you win the sexiest body contest on the Bonding Voyager?’ a man asked.

‘Uhh….yeah,’ he replied, somewhat embarrassed.

‘Well deserved,’ the man said with a smile, boldly looking him up and down. ‘Very well deserved.’

‘Thanks.’

‘Your dad must be really proud of you.’

‘I guess he is,’ Jay said with a shrug.

‘If you were my son, I certainly would be,’ the man said.

Jay ran back into the water to swim with his dad. He felt safer in the water. After awhile they went back to their towels to soak up the warm island sun. Jay stretched out on his stomach. Jeff lay on his back.

‘Don’t get sunburned, Dad,’ Jay chided him.

Jay was dozing in the hot sun when he heard someone close by them.

‘You’re from the Voyager,’ the man said.

‘Yes,’ his father replied.

‘You look like you belong together….you look like father and son, I mean.’

‘Yes, we are,’ Jeff said.

‘My son is right over there, under the umbrella. He’s taking a liking to your son, and would like to meet him,’ the man said. ‘I have my catamaran docked nearby. Would you like to join us sailing? We’ll get you back to your ship on time.’

‘No, I don’t think we have the time, but thanks for the invitation,’ Jeff said.

Jay was glad his father turned down the invitation. He couldn’t believe a guy would pimp for his son like that. When he began to feel too hot on his back, Jay turned over onto his back and laid his cap over his face to block out the bright sun. It was a perfectly natural thing to do and he was able to shed his inhibitions for the moment. There was something exhilarating about the beach, especially with the half dozen female attendants buzzing around the place. He wondered if any of them were watching him. He lifted his cap a couple of times to check, but they seemed busy. Once, though, he caught one of them looking at him and when she saw him looking at her out from under bill of his cap, she smiled. He smiled back. Despite the feeling of exhilaration over the nude beach, he dozed off again in the warm sun, only vaguely aware of the voices around him. In his more cognizant moments he recognized the voice of the man who had recognized him from the contest.

‘Well, we have to head back. Maybe you and your son would like to join me and my son in our cabin when we get back to the ship,’ the man was saying.

‘I’m not sure what we’ve got in mind for later,’ Jeff said.

‘Talk to him when he wakes up and if you decide you would like to, we’re in 6332. I guarantee we can show you a good time.’

‘Thanks, we’ll see,’ Jeff said.

As he was dozing off again Jay wondered why his dad didn’t just outright decline the man’s offer. He was awakened some time later by his dad nudging his shoulder.

‘Jay,’ he said quietly. ‘Hey, you might want to wake up, you’re getting a hardon, Son, and people are beginning to take notice.’

Jay raised up and looked out from under his cap to see that his cock had lifted up from being draped over his balls to lolling out over his right hip, very much alive and pulsating. ‘Thanks,’ he mumbled as he quickly rolled over onto his stomach and buried it in the towel and the warmth of the sand. He heard his dad laugh. He heard someone else say, ‘Damm!’

Jeff laughed. ‘If you weren’t so tan, I swear, I would think you’re blushing,’ he said.

‘Well, I just never heard you talk like that,’ Jay said. ‘And I can’t believe we’re out here together, bare-assed naked on an all-male nude beach.’

‘I think you’re supposed to be naked on a nude beach,’ Jeff said.

‘But with your dad?’

‘If you wanted to show off to these girls, that was your golden opportunity,’ Jeff chided him.

‘Impress them, maybe, but I didn’t want to scare them off,’ Jay said.

‘Oh, they were impressed, even before you starting getting a hardon,’ Jeff said.

‘Oh, yeah?’

‘You couldn’t see them with your cap over your eyes, but they kept looking this way.’

‘Maybe they were looking at you, Dad,’ Jay joked.

‘Yeah, right,’ Jeff scoffed. ‘Listen, Son, I, uh…..well, I know this might appear to be out of line, but we’re on this cruise sort of man-to- man, and you are eighteen, and I don’t have any reason to believe that you’re still a virgin, so if you would like to meet one of these girls and go off someplace for awhile……I would understand completely.’

‘Go off…..was that an intended pun?’ Jay asked, laughing.

‘You know what I mean. I’m just telling you I would be okay with it. You’re not a little boy anymore.’

‘I don’t know where we would go,’ Jay said as he raised up and looked all around.

‘I’m sure they would know a place,’ Jeff said.

Jay kept looking around, and Jeff smiled that he was really thinking about it.

‘Mann, this is like a dream, being out here on an island with scantily clad native girls…….’

‘And you even more scantily unclad,’ Jeff put in.

‘Dang, it is the opportunity of a lifetime, and I can’t believe you just made me that offer,’ Jay said. ‘I can believe even less that I’m turning it down, but no thanks, Dad.’

‘Oh? I’m surprised any red-blooded American boy would turn down such an opportunity,’ Jeff said.

‘I’m as red-blooded as any other American boy, but I also know I wouldn’t be the first guy these girls have taken to some little pleasure shack in the woods, and I don’t think I want to follow that many guys.’

‘Well, its good to know you’re still thinking with your head instead of your balls,’ Jeff said.

‘Oh, my balls were right in there, making their pitch; my brain just happened to win out this time,’ Jay said.

Jeff laughed heartily. ‘You have a most unique way of putting ‘things.’

‘Yeah, I get that from you.’

‘Are you able to get up yet? The sun is getting hot,’ Jeff said.

‘Able? I am up,’ Jay said.

‘Well, maybe I’d better rent an umbrella till you go down.’

‘Having one of those beauties come over with her boobs about to tumble out of her top, to put up an umbrella isn’t going to do anything to help me go down.’ Jay said.

‘You know what? I don’t think anybody’s going to care,’ Jeff said.

‘Maybe I do.’

‘Why?’

‘I’ve got a hardon, Dad.’

‘Its nothing to be ashamed of,’ Jeff said. He looked at his watch. ‘You’re going to have to get up eventually, we’ll need to be heading back soon. Why don’t you just jump up and make a mad dash for the ocean, maybe a cool swim will take care of it, at least enough so you can get it put away.’

Jay lay thinking for a moment then shoved himself up from the towel and ran toward the water. Jeff took in his tight, round butt and his muscular thighs and looked around to see others watching him.

‘Damn, that boy of yours is phenomenal,’ the man close by said.

Several of the girls stopped what they were doing to watch as well. He was a powerful swimmer but Jeff thought he might be swimming out too far. He stood up ‘Speaking of phenomenal,’ the man said, eyeing Jeff up and down. ‘Like father, like son.’

Jeff smiled but kept his eyes on the figure moving through the water, too far from shore. He started to go to the shoreline himself but then saw the figure disappear, and a moment later, saw him reappear, swimming back. He picked up a towel and went to meet him.

‘I thought you were going out too far,’ Jeff said as he waded out into the water to meet him. He shivered with excitement, watching the water sheet down his son’s muscular body. ‘Well, it helped,’ he said, glancing down at the boy’s still fluffed manhood. ‘I thought cold water was supposed to make it shrink.’

‘No such luck,’ Jay said as he dried off his upper body. ‘Thanks, Dad, for bringing me a towel,’ he added as he wrapped the towel around his waist.

‘You’re going to have to take it off to get dressed,’ Jeff said.

‘I know.’

‘What is all the modesty all of a sudden?’ Jeff asked, laughing, as they walked back to their spot on the beach.

‘I don’t know, I just feel self conscious with all these people looking at me,’ Jay said.

They got dressed and Jay gathered up his seashells and walked to the Jeep. Returning from the beach, after they had dropped off the Jeep, they stopped to check out the dockside shops. At least a half dozen people recognized Jay from the sexiest body contest and asked where his medal was. Jeff was filled with pride and got a kick out of his son’s embarrassment. Jay bought another gold chain and a heavy bracelet to match.

They returned to the ship just in time to shower and dress for dinner. Jay didn’t mention the other man’s offer for them to come up to his cabin, although he wanted to ask his dad why he didn’t turn him down outright.

‘Looks like you got a little toasty around the middle,’ Jeff pointed out.

‘It’ll tan,’ Jay said.

‘Everybody we met from the ship recognized you. You’ve gotta be damned proud of winning the contest. I know I’m damned proud of you,’ Jeff told him.

‘Yeah, well, I might have thrown myself right in the middle of it by entering that contest. Did you see how those guys looked at me when they were congratulating me?’

Jeff laughed softly, shaking his head. ‘Dude, you’ve been getting those looks since you were twelve years old, you just didn’t realize it. Now you’re having to deal with it.’

‘I’m not sure I know how to do that.’

‘You dealt with it just fine. You thanked them for the compliments,’ Jeff said.

‘But you know what they were thinking….at least some of them,’ Jay said.

‘You can’t help what others are thinking. Just be yourself. All you have to do is let them know you’re not interested.’

‘Dad, I’m glad you turned that guy down to go out on his boat,’ Jay said as they were walking toward the dining room.

‘I didn’t trust us being out to sea with perfect strangers,’ Jeff said.

‘By the way, thanks for waking me up out there on the beach before I made a spectacle of myself,’ Jay said as they were walking into the dining room.

‘I was sorely tempted not to,’ Jeff said, laughing. ‘I think you would’ve probably got another medal.’

‘Well, Mr. Sexiest Body,’ Kody said as they came to the table.

‘Where’s your medal?’ Chad asked. Jay.

‘Back in the cabin,’ Jay replied with modest embarrassment.

‘If I won a medal for having the sexist body on the ship, I would damn sure wear it,’ Chad declared.

‘It was just a game….a contest, for entertainment,’ Jay said.

‘Well, you looked mighty handsome in that Speedo swim suit,’ Chad said. ‘Not many guys can wear a Speedo. I know I certainly couldn’t pull it off….pardon the pun.’

Jay glanced down at the plate in front of him.

‘You’re embarrassing him, dad,’ Kody said.

‘I know. I intended to. It makes him look even sexier,’ Chad said.

‘So what did you guys do with your day?’ Jeff asked, to change the subject.

‘We visited the fort,’ Chad replied. ‘There wasn’t much left of it, but I guess everybody has to have ruins of some kind for the tourist trade. What about you guys?’ he asked Jay.

‘We rented a Jeep and drove around the island. Ended up at a real nice beach,’ Jay said.

‘Sounds like more fun than the fort,’ Chad said.

‘Yeah, there wasn’t much left of the place,’ Kody put in.

‘Do you ever wonder sometimes if they don’t just pile up and arrange a bunch of rocks and make up a story about them?’ Chad said.

‘How was the beach?’ Kody asked. ‘I haven’t gone swimming in the ocean yet.’

‘It was great,’ Jay said. ‘I dove for sea shells.’

‘Hey, it wasn’t one of those nude beaches, was it?’ Chad asked.

‘Matter of fact, it was; an all-male nude beach,’ Jeff said.

‘No kidding! I wish I’d known about it,’ said Chad.

‘You went to a nude beach but you wouldn’t take off your swim suit for the sexy body contest?’ Kody asked.

‘That’s exactly what I told him,’ said Jeff.

‘It was different out there on the beach,’ Jay said.

Invariably, the conversation got around to the four of them doing something after dinner, at Chad’s suggestion of course.

‘If it’s okay, I would like to spend some alone time up on deck. I’ve got some letters I need to write,’ Jay said to his dad. He didn’t want to get teamed up with Kody again.

‘To your girlfriend?’ Kody asked.

‘Yeah, sort of,’ Jay said.

‘Lucky girl,’ said Chad.

It wasn’t a lie, about writing letters, but it was mostly an excuse not to be with Kody again, and especially his dad. He couldn’t quite process the fact that Chad was fucking his son, and he hadn’t told his dad about it. Of course, most of the men on the ship were probably doing the same thing, but it was different, sitting at the same table with them after Kody had told him, and he was afraid that in a more intimate setting, the conversation would eventually get around to that.

After dinner he changed into a pair of shorts and T-shirt and went up on deck with a writing pad and pen. Truth be known, he hadn’t really missed Allison all that much, but he wanted to. He wished she were here with him. Or he tried to wish it. But even that didn’t ring true. He’d had some doubts about their relationship for quite awhile and he was more confused now to know what he wanted or how he felt about her. He wrote a short letter to her and went down to put it in the mail slot. He would probably get back home before the letter arrived, but that was okay; at least she would know he was thinking about her while he was on the cruise. Allison thought it was so neat that his dad was taking him on a cruise just for fathers and sons. If she only knew.

Returning to the cabin, he stopped short in the corridor when he saw the guy from the teen club at their cabin door, which was open. He was the guy who had felt his butt, trying to put the move on him. The guy went inside and the door closed. Jay froze in his tracks. What would the kid be doing going into their cabin, unless….no, that couldn’t be. Not his dad. But how did he know their cabin number, unless his dad had met up with the guy and given it to him. Jay cowered back a few steps, moving along the side of the corridor, then turned and headed for the elevator. He punched the button to the top deck. No, he kept telling himself, that couldn’t be happening. The elevator doors slid open and there was a man about his dad’s age, with his arm around a young teenager’s waist, his hand clasped around the side of his butt. Jay backed away and headed for the stairs.

Okay, think through it, he told himself. Don’t panic or buy trouble. It didn’t mean anything. If he went back to the cabin right now, they would probably be there just talking, maybe having a beer together, waiting on him to return. Hell, his dad knew he could return at any moment. The guy was probably waiting for him to get back to the cabin, not there to see his dad. But try as he might, none of it would compute in his brain. Other things did. Like, his dad had booked them on a father/son gay cruise. Sure, he’d said he didn’t understand that it was a gay cruise ship, but how could he not know? The travel agent wouldn’t book anybody on a gay cruise ship without making sure they understood what kind of cruise it was. He thought it might even be illegal to do that. So what was his dad doing with the kid in their cabin?

It was eleven o’clock before his dad came looking for him and found him in a lounge chair, gazing out at the black sea.

‘I was getting worried about you,’ Jeff said.

‘I’m okay,’ Jay said.

‘Have you had enough alone time? Mind if I join you?’ Jeff asked as he pulled up a deck chair.

‘Be my guest.’

He sat down and they stared out into the black sea together. Neither of them spoke.

‘You miss Allison?’ Jeff asked.

‘Yeah.’

‘Can you hold off a few more days?’ Jeff asked with a quiet chuckle.

‘I’ll survive,’ Jay said. ‘I’ll have to.’

There was another long silence and Jeff tried again to strike up a conversation.

‘Something wrong, son?’ Jeff asked.

‘No, everything’s fine.’

There was a longer silence and Jeff let it go. Finally, Jay spoke.

‘Dad, I gotta ask you something.’

‘All right.’

‘Please don’t get mad.’

‘Why would I get mad over a simple question?’ Jeff said.

‘Well, it’s not what you would call a simple question.’

‘Okay. Are you going to ask it, or dance around it?’ Jeff asked.

‘Are you gay?’ He couldn’t believe he’d asked, but the words were already out of his mouth.

His son’s voice boomed around them, his words slammed into Jeff’s chest like a hammer, taking the wind out of him. He gathered his composure before he replied but Jay spoke first.

‘I’m sorry, Dad. That was out of line. I had no right to …..’

‘No, it’s a perfectly legitimate question, considering the circumstances,’ Jeff said.

Jay looked at his dad, waiting for a reply.

‘I, uh…I have leanings in that direction,’ Jeff said in a calm, quiet tone.

Jay pursed his lips tightly and his breath seemed to come hard. He wished he hadn’t asked, and now, knowing that his dad had lied to him, he had a hard time not being angry.

‘So you knew full well what this cruise was all about,’ he said.

‘I thought it would be an easy way to tell you,’ Jeff said.

‘Why didn’t you just tell me sitting out on the deck at home?’ Jay asked.

‘I didn’t know how,’ Jeff said. ‘I guess I was hoping that here, on the ship, in these surroundings, you would figure it out for yourself. And you did, obviously. But how?’

‘Well, you booked us on a dad and son gay cruise and a little bit ago, I saw the guy who grabbed my ass in the teen club going into our cabin and it’s three hours before you come looking for me. All pretty good clues.’

‘Well, you are way off base there,’ Jeff said. ‘Aaron came looking for you. We sat and talked and had a couple of beers till he finally gave up and left.’

‘Aaron….was that his name?’

‘Yes. Be careful about jumping to conclusions, Son. If you had come back to the cabin, you would’ve found the door unlocked,’ Jeff said.

‘How did he know our cabin number?’ Jay asked.

‘He said he overheard you when you told the attendant in the teen club so he could call me to come get you.’

‘Oh.’

‘He seemed a nice enough guy. Bold as hell but, congenial,’ Jeff said.

‘How long, dad?’ Jay asked. ‘How long have you been gay? Because I never had a clue.’

‘That’s pretty hard to determine precisely. I mean, it’s not like a light comes on and a voice announces to you that you’re gay. I suppose all my life, although I didn’t realize it till I was twelve or thirteen years old.’

‘How’d you come to realize it?’ Jay asked.

Jeff laughed softly. ‘When Jim Riley showed up starting eighth grade with hair around his dick,’ he said bluntly.

‘That made you realize you’re gay?’ Jay said, laughing.

‘It got my attention,’ Jeff said. ‘He got my attention, rather. It made me realize that the attraction I had for Jim Riley, and other boys, wasn’t just buddy-admiration.’

‘So you started when you were twelve or thirteen.’

‘No. I was eighteen before anything happened,’ Jeff said. ‘Look, Son, are you sure you want to hear this?’

‘Yeah, I wanta know.’

‘It was after I joined the Marines. I’d finished boot camp and was assigned to my permanent duty station in San Diego. I went on weekend pass and met this sailor from one of the ships docked there. To make a long story short, we ended up in his hotel room and he seduced me, you might say. No, he did seduce me, out and out.’

‘Its hard to believe anybody could seduce a Marine right out of boot camp, if he didn’t want it to happen,’ Jay said.

‘Okay, I let him seduce me. He was pretty forward and persistent and I was curious. And horny as hell after boot camp, which was twelve weeks of rugged hell with not a hint of sex in sight.’

‘What happened?’ Jay asked.

‘I don’t think you really want to hear all the details, but it was all one-sided. I mean, he did everything, I just laid back and enjoyed it.’

‘If it was one-sided, how did that make you know you were gay? I mean, I didn’t think getting a blowjob makes you gay.’

‘Well, let’s say it set the wheels in motion,’ Jeff said. ‘It wasn’t the only time. We met up a few times after that, and I kept getting more curious, you know, about what the hell was the attraction. All the while, I was thinking the same thing as you just said; that getting blowjobs didn’t make me gay. I mean, even after the realization about Jim Riley, I wasn’t ready to admit that I was gay. Anyway, he shipped out, and I missed it; what I had with him. I went to a bar that he told me about before he shipped out and got picked up by another Marine. That’s when I….when I satisfied my curiosity.’

Jay nodded thoughtfully. ‘How?’ he asked, finally.

Jeff smiled and it turned into a quiet chuckle. ‘I really shouldn’t have to draw you a picture, Son,’ he said.

‘And things just progressed from there?’ Jay put in.

‘You might say that.’

‘Are you saying it or not?’ Jay asked, rather insistently.

‘Yes. I reciprocated,’ Jeff said.

‘When you booked us on this cruise….you said it was an easy way to tell me. But was it more than that, truthfully?’

Jeff waited before he answered. ‘I really don’t know how to answer that. Possibly, it was more, in the back of my mind,’ he admitted finally. ‘It’s been so many years since I was in the military, I don’t know.’

They were quiet for a long time; Jay more quiet than his dad, if that were possible

‘Jay, you seem to be handling this well, but I can’t be sure.’

‘I’m sitting here trying to let it soak in, trying not to let it soak in, hell, trying to picture it,’ Jay said.

‘Don’t,’ Jeff said.

‘No, not us; you and that Marine,’ Jay said. ‘In some hotel room, in bed together, doing God knows what. And I’m going to back to our cabin and get in bed with you.’

‘We can pull the beds apart if you’re uncomfortable,’ Jeff said.

‘Did you have them pushed together to make one bed?’ Jay asked.

‘No. I suppose they all are,’ Jeff said. ‘Look, you know the truth about me now, but that’s no need to fear me. I would never attempt anything….hell, look at you, nobody could make you do anything you didn’t want to do.’

‘Yeah, they could. It’s called curiosity, just like you were curious,’ Jay said.

‘You said a minute ago that you were trying to picture it; not us not me and you but me and the Marine,’ Jeff said. ‘Why would you say that not us unless you were picturing it?’

‘Okay, I was trying not to picture it,’ Jay said. ‘I’m your son.’

‘For the advocates of father and son love, that makes it all the more special,’ Jeff said. ‘Not that I’m an advocate, but sex is a form of love. Or, it can be. Should be.’

‘You’ve loved me all my life without it,’ Jay said.

‘Yes, and I will continue to love you, more than anything in the world,’ Jeff said. ‘No matter what you might think of me,’ he added.

Jay looked around at him. ‘You’re admitting that you’re gay doesn’t change how I feel about you,’ he said.

‘I’m relieved to hear you say that, but you haven’t had time to absorb all that it entails. Give yourself some time,’ Jeff said. ‘And you said something else….when I said nobody could make you do anything you didn’t want to do and you said, yeah, they could; it’s called curiosity. You satisfying your curiosity wouldn’t have the same end result as me. I already had the attraction, and then I happened to realize that I liked being on the giving as well as the receiving end. It wouldn’t be like that for you. I’m saying this because I don’t want you to be weighted down with a sense of guilt or shame if you ever do venture out and satisfy your curiosity.’

It was quiet again, for a long time.

‘Well, are you ready to go back to the cabin?’ Jeff asked, clasping his hands around the arms of the deck chair.

Jay hesitated before he replied. ‘Yeah,’ he said as he pushed himself up out of the chair.

Neither of them spoke as they made their way back to the cabin. Inside, Jeff immediately set about separating the bed.

‘You don’t have to do that, dad,’ Jay said.

‘I think you would be more comfortable.’

‘Leave it,’ Jay said as he pulled his shirt off over his head. ‘If I get curious, I’ll let you know,’ he added with a sly grin.

Jeff looked at him with a screwed up smile then broke out laughing. ‘Goddamit, Son, I don’t know how I produced a kid like you,’ he said as he walked over and took the boy in his arms. They held each other in a tight bear hug for a moment. ‘Thank you for understanding, even though I know you don’t.’

‘I don’t have to understand. I love you, Dad, no matter what,’ Jay said as they parted.

They both pretended as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred as they got undressed for bed. Hopeful as Jeff was, Jay didn’t get curious. He stayed on his own side of the bed and Jeff was careful to do the same.

The next morning they had breakfast at the café instead of going to the dining room.

‘You okay this morning?’ Jeff asked his son.

‘I’m okay,’ Jay said, rather tight lipped. ‘You see that guy over there in the dark blue shorts and yellow T-shirt, with the hairy legs?’

Jeff looked around and spotted the guy. ‘Yeah. Should we know him? Do we know him?’ He suddenly tensed with panic inside; was Jay going to tell him that he knew the man? ‘Do you know him?’ he asked.

‘No, but he tried to pick me up out by the pool.’

‘Oh, you didn’t tell me that,’ Jeff said.

‘That’s not the best part,’ Jay went on. ‘The reason he tried to pick me up was because he lost his son to some other guy in a poker game. Him and three others.’

Jeff didn’t know what to say. The idea sounded exciting as hell, but he couldn’t show it.

‘I tried to imagine you betting me in a poker game,’ Jay said.

‘I don’t even play poker,’ Jeff said.

‘But if you did……’

‘Come on, I deserve better than that, no matter what you think of me,’ Jeff cut in.

‘No, I’m not saying you would. I just tried to imagine it. I couldn’t. You wanta hear something else? Chad lost Kody in that same game. Kody spent his first night aboard in some other man’s cabin, along with two other boys.’

Jeff shook his head in disbelief. ‘Well, like I said, we can keep our distance and still enjoy the cruise,’ he said. ‘Next time, I’ll book us on another cruise line. Now, what do you want to do today?’

‘I would like to go ashore and check out some of the shops then come back and finish exploring the ship, if that’s okay with you.’

‘It is. I was thinking about going to the library and sample some sixty year old brandy but I didn’t want to leave you out on a limb,’ Jeff said.

‘Let’s don’t worry about having lunch together either. We’ll meet up for supper,’ Jay said. He wanted to try one of the big, juicy hamburgers he’d heard about at Jimmy Jameson’s, the 50s diner on board. He went ashore and wandered through the dockside shops, bought some after-shave and soap and a T-shirt then went back to the ship.

He had just placed his order at Johnny Jameson’s when two guys walked in together; the muscle guy from the teen club and the muscle guy with the hairy chest that he’d beaten in the contest. The place was packed and after looking around they saw Jay sitting in a booth by himself.

‘Would it be okay if we sat with you?’ the younger muscle kid asked.

‘Sure, sit down,’ Jay said.

The kid slid into the booth across from him and the guy with the hairy chest slid in beside Jay.

‘James,’ he said, offering his hand. ‘From the contest.’

‘Yeah, I remember. Jay.’

‘Aaron,’ the other boy said.

‘Thanks for letting us sit here,’ James said.

‘No problem,’ Jay said.

‘I came to your cabin looking for you,’ Aaron said.

‘Yeah, my dad told me.’

‘Where’s your dad?’ he asked.

‘He didn’t want to eat fast food,’ Jay said.

‘So, you’re on your own for the day?’ James asked as he boldly rubbed his bare, hairy leg against Jay’s leg.

Jay was shaken by the thrill that went through him at the feel of the man’s hard, hairy thigh, and the aura of masculinity that the two guys brought with them that seemed to surround him. Suddenly he felt drawn close to the two men.

‘I’m on my own any time I want to be,’ Jay said.

‘Great, you wanta team up for the rest of the day?’ James asked.

‘Depends on what you mean by teaming up.’

‘Nothing in particular,’ said Aaron. ‘Whatever you want it to mean.’

‘Well, we know what kind of cruise this is,’ Jay said.

‘Are you enjoying it with your dad?’ Aaron asked.

‘Not the way I think you mean,’ Jay replied emphatically.

‘What a fuckin’ waste. I saw your dad. He’s a stud. So are you,’ said James.

‘Are you guys here with your dads?’ Jay asked.

‘I am,’ Aaron said.

‘I’m with an older uncle,’ said James. ‘He’s been doing me for years so when he asked me to come along on a cruise, I figured what could it hurt. But I’m more attracted to younger guys. How about you?’

‘I’ve never found myself attracted to guys at all,’ Jay said.

‘No? Not even a little bit? Then how come you don’t pull away when I rub my leg up against yours?’

Jay felt his face turning red and he took a big bite of his hamburger to avoid answering.

‘Hey, its okay, buddy,’ James said, laughing, as he put his arm across his shoulder. ‘You’re curious, that’s good. It’s okay. Just being on his ship would arouse anybody’s curiosity.’

‘I guess….but I wasn’t curious till this cruise,’ Jay said. ‘Not till my dad….I mean, he just told me he was gay. I didn’t have a clue.’

‘Oh, man!’ James exclaimed. ‘A gay dad with a hunky straight son! What a setup!’

‘There’s been no setup. I didn’t know,’ Jay said.

‘But now you do, it’s gonna be great when you guys get back home,’ Aaron said.

‘I don’t know what its gonna be when we get home,’ Jay said. ‘I’m so damned confused.’

James squeezed his shoulder. ‘Look, why don’t you let us help you sort things out; you know, sort of ease you into it, show you what its all about, so you won’t be so confused about your feelings. You can face your dad with an open mind and let him know where you stand on things.’

‘We won’t do anything you don’t want us to do,’ Aaron said.

Now he was really confused, because they were making sense. He was curious, there was no doubt about that. He’d heard about blowjobs, and even jokes about guys fucking other guys. Fucking another guy never held a bit of interest for him but blowjobs aroused his curiosity when he thought about it. Maybe it was time to find out; about blowjobs. That wasn’t so unthinkable all of a sudden. He wondered if his dad liked getting fucked.

‘What do you say?’ James urged him. ‘We can go up to my cabin, have a couple of beers to get you relaxed. Just relaxed, mind you, not drunk. We want you to know what’s going on. Or not; you don’t have to drink at all. Actually, you don’t have to do anything. Aaron and I can demonstrate for you, while you watch. Whatever you say; you call the shots all the way. Hell, if you change your mind about the whole thing, well you just go out the same door you came in; no hard feelings.’

Jay couldn’t decide. He didn’t want to let himself be drawn in by them, if that was what was happening. He just wasn’t made that way. And he didn’t really know these guys.

‘Hey, okay, let’s drop it,’ Aaron said suddenly. ‘How about we just hang out together, maybe shoot some hoop. Have you done the wall yet?’

‘No, but I’m going to,’ Jay said, suddenly relieved that Aaron had changed the subject. It would at least give him time to think.

‘That cool with you?’ Aaron asked James.

‘Sure. Hell, it’s not like I was trying to molest him,’ James joked.

After they had eaten, they walked around for a while till their lunch settled then headed for the basketball court and the climbing wall at the other end of the ship. They decided to do the wall first.

‘Have you done this before?’ the handsome attendant asked them.

‘No,’ Jay said.

‘Nope, never had the balls but if he’s going to do it, I will,’ James said, clasping his hand on Jay’s shoulder.

‘I have,’ said Aaron.

‘Smart ass,’ James said.

‘Who wants to go first?’ the attendant asked.

‘Let Aaron go first, show us how it’s done,’ James said

Aaron didn’t need any help putting on the harness, but the attendant checked it out, tugging on the straps and feeling places that Jay thought weren’t necessary. But Aaron didn’t seem to mind. He went up the wall like a bear up a tree. When he’d hit the gong he signaled for the attendant to release him for the descent. He came down in one swift fall, landing like a cat on his crouched legs.

‘Well, fuck me,’ James said, as a way of complimenting him on his athletic prowess.

‘Who’s next?’ asked the attendant.

‘I’ll go,’ Jay said.

He was right about the attendant feeling more than necessary when he put the harness on him. He explained the basics and told him to go. Jay started the climb like gangbusters, surprised how easy it was. Then he ran out of handholds. He had to go back and retrace his route several times but he did manage to keep on going up while his newfound friends encouraged him from below.

‘He’s fuckin’ gonna make it,’ he heard James say.

‘Yeah, he’s putting the pressure on,’ Aaron said.

Twice, Jay lost his hold and swung out from the wall but struggled to regain his position. Finally, he pulled himself to the top and hit the gong with his fist. The guys below yelled and applauded. Jay swung out from the wall for the descent, but the attendant didn’t let him come down as fast as Aaron.

‘That was pretty awesome for a first timer,’ he said.

‘Yeah, awesome,’ James agreed.

‘Okay, stud, I guess you’re next,’ the attendant told James.

Jay was glad to see that James struggled far more than he did, despite his superior strength. When they were finished with the wall, they headed for the basketball court. Surprisingly, there was no one on the court, Jay surmised, because of the hot afternoon sun. In a show of bravado, James peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside, baring his darkly tanned upper body with its neatly trimmed mat of black hair dispersed over his thick, hard muscles. Jay felt a sort of envious attraction to the man’s hairy chest. He knelt down to tie his shoe just as James stepped in front of him to grab a basketball and he found the same attraction to his hairy legs. He remembered how good it felt rubbing against his own thigh.

James was a better basketball player than a climber. His heavier musculature was a disadvantage, though, against Aaron’s leaner build and Jay’s natural athleticism. Within a short time, his body was glistened with sweat and his shorts darkened with sweat around the waist and down the back and in the crotch. Jay and Aaron’s shirts were soaked and they took them off. Very quickly, their bodies were streaming with sweat.

‘I’m not going to have to do cardio when I work out today,’ Aaron remarked.

There was no keeping score, only the play of competition, and the chance to vie for each other’s attention on the court.

‘Fuck, you guys are wearing my sorry ass into the ground,’ James complained as he stopped to catch his breath. ‘I didn’t know I was in such bad shape.’

‘You are definitely not out of shape, you’re just not used to playing basketball in the tropical sun,’ Aaron said.

‘Well, I think I won, and I believe in quitting when I’m ahead,’ James said.

‘You shit!’ Aaron chided him.

‘Let him have his victory, he might cry,’ Jay kidded him, and took off running.

‘You little fucker,’ James growled as he ran across the court after him. When he caught up with him he grabbed him in a headlock and gave him a Dutch-rub. They laughed and wrestled around, Jay trying to get away, but basking in the smell of the man’s sweat.

‘Damn, I gotta shower,’ Jay said when James released him.

‘I wish you wouldn’t,’ James said. He laughed at Jay’s questioning look. ‘I was looking forward to licking the sweat off of your balls,’ he said.

Suddenly Jay felt on the defensive. Aaron saw it and came to the rescue for the moment.

‘Let’s go back to Johnny’s and get something cold to drink,’ he said.

They got their drinks and went outside to stand at the railing.

‘You guys wanta go back to my cabin?’ James asked them.

‘I don’t think you’ve got virgin boy convinced yet,’ Aaron joked.

‘Come on, I know you’re curious, and it ain’t going to go away,’ James said to Jay. ‘Why don’t you let us satisfy that curiosity while you’ve got the chance? I mean, hell, you’ll never have another opportunity like this cruise.’

‘Let me tell you, if you’ve never had a pair of lips wrapped around the head of your cock and slide all the way down the shaft, and felt your cock sliding into the wet, tight heat of somebody’s throat, you don’t know what you’re missing,’ Aaron chimed in.

‘All the way down?’ Jay asked before realized it.

‘You sound like you don’t think it’s possible,’ James said with a smile. ‘And the only reason you would think that is if you’re virgin and built like a horse. Would I be right?’

‘I….I am pretty big, I don’t see how anybody could…..well, I don’t think anybody could take more than half of me in his mouth,’ Jay said.

‘I said down the throat,’ Aaron said.

‘But I’m pretty big around, too,’ Jay said. ‘I would probably choke a guy to death if he tried it.’

‘Tell you what,’ James said as he squeezed his shoulder again and pulled him in tight. ‘I don’t know how big you are, and I don’t care; you sound like a challenge, and I’m a real sucker for a challenge, pardon the pun. I guarantee I will swallow you whole, no matter how big you are, and lick your balls while I’ve got your cock buried in my throat. And you can fuck my face till you blow your load right down my throat. Or you can shoot all over my face, or in my mouth, fuck, I don’t care. How’s that for a guarantee?’

By the time James finished talking, Jay’s cock was coming alive. He was getting so hot he couldn’t stand it. He looked at Aaron.

‘Oh, he’s not just along for the ride,’ James assured Jay. ‘He’ll do anything you want, same as me. Right, Aaron? I mean, you should have seen how he worked me over last night. Shit, I was barely able to walk this morning.’

‘Yeah….Okay,’ Jay said, timidly but anxiously, the words out of his mouth before he realized it.

‘Great, let’s go!’ Aaron said.

Jay went with the two guys to the cabin, getting more scared with every step. What was he letting himself in for? How could he get out of it? He didn’t really know these guys. It would be like him and his dad going out on that guy’s catamaran; he had no idea what they might do to him, and he would be hard pressed to fight them both off. Suddenly, they were at the cabin door. For a fleeting few seconds, he thought about bolting and running but he thought of facing them again on the ship and he didn’t want to humiliate himself by acting like a scared little boy. James opened the door and stepped back for him to go inside, more or less blocking his way of escape, as if he thought he might try.

In the cabin, Aaron locked the door while James opened the sliding doors out onto the patio. They met in the middle of the room with Jay between them and Jay found himself in the middle of a sandwich, the two men pressing and writhing their still sweaty bodies against his as Aaron pulled his shirt up and James untied the cord of his shorts. Aaron pulled his shirt off over his head while James shoved his shorts down and pulled them off over his shoes.

‘Damn, you’ve really got it bad,’ he said, laughing at the way Jay’s jockstrap was tented again with his hardon.

Aaron looked around at the front of him. ‘Fuck, buddy, I hope you didn’t make promises you can’t keep,’ he told James.

Still on his knees, James began mauling Jay’s jock pouch. ‘I was serious about licking the sweat off of you,’ he said as he leaned in and buried his face in his crotch, to the right side of his jockstrap.

‘Aawwhhh,’ Jay gasped with surprise as he felt James’ tongue lapping at his crotch. ‘Ohhhh!’ he gasped again when Aaron leaned in and began licking his chest. His tongue felt wonderful, dragging across his nipples. James moved to the other side and licked off his sweat then ducked under to lick way back between his legs. Jay set his feet wide apart to give him more room in his crotch. He couldn’t believe they were doing this to him, especially James, licking his sweaty crotch. He had to smell like a horse.

‘Turn around,’ James told him.

He turned around and Aaron moved around with him, still licking his pecs. James big hands were squeezing his butt then suddenly he felt his hot breath, then his tongue lapping in the crack of his ass. Fuck, he can’t be doing this! Licking my ass! Pulling my butt apart, licking at my asshole!

‘Fuck, kid, you taste good!’ James exclaimed, short of breath.

They pushed Jay back across the bed and on his way down James pulled his jockstrap off his hips. His jock caught on his cock and he had to pull it nearly to his knees before it swung free and slapped hard against his stomach.

‘Holy Shit! I thought you said pretty big. That ain’t even big. That is huge!’ James exclaimed. ‘Hell, you don’t need me, you could be giving yourself head.’

The two men sprawled on the bed with Jay and went to work on him, James on his cock and Aaron on his chest. Jay gasped and moaned when Aaron started nibbling and sucking on his tits, surprised that he had feelings there. He wasn’t surprised that he had feelings in his cock but he had no idea how wonderful a mouth could feel on it.

‘Ohhhhhh! Fuuuckkkkk!’ he cried through clenched teeth when James took his cock in his mouth and swallowed it to his balls. He heard and felt James chuckle around his cock.

Jay lay there gaping in awe at the handsome, whiskered face smashed against his pubes, the man’s lips distended around the base of his cock. And his cock was nowhere to be seen; all the way in the man’s throat! Godd, how could anything feel so good? James held him for a long moment before he raised up to breathe.

‘That is a real challenge,’ he declared, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

‘I don’t believe you did it,’ Jay said, now gaping at his spit-shiny cock. It looked even bigger now than before.

‘I don’t believe it either,’ James said. ‘I’m gonna do it again, just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.’ With that he went back down on the big cock; all the way down, till he was able to lap Jay’s balls with his tongue just like he promised. He moved his head up and down this time, force-fucking his own throat with the huge teenage meat. Then he raised up again and stretched out on his back.

‘Okay, your turn to do the work. Climb on top and let’s see how many pushups you can do,’ he told him.

Jay crawled on top of the man, astraddle his face and aimed his cock at his open mouth with his tongue wagging anxiously inside. James pulled it down at the right angle and Jay drove his cock into his throat again. He held it tight for a moment, smashing and grinding his pubes brutally against the man’s face, then he withdrew to his mouth and began fucking his throat. James coughed and gagged and choked but Jay didn’t let up. The guy said he could fuck his throat and he was going to do it. Suddenly he felt something behind him, something wet on his butt. He jerked his head around to see Aaron’s head and shoulders and realized that he was kissing and licking his ass. Man, how could anybody do that? But Aaron was just getting started. He wasn’t just licking away the sweat; James had already done that. He pulled Jay’s butt apart and buried his face hard between his taut buns, licking and tonguing his asshole like it really tasted good.

Jay was between a rock and hard place; he didn’t know whether to fuck forward into James’s throat, or backward so he could feel Aaron’s tongue in his ass. In short order the two men turned him into a gasping, moaning, trembling mass. He’d never felt such intense pleasure in his life! And suddenly he didn’t mind being in bed with two guys.

James and Aaron knew precisely what they were doing; bringing the hot teenager to the brink then letting him down gently, then bringing him back again. Every time they sensed that he was close to coming, they eased off. It went on and on, over and over again, till he couldn’t take it anymore. The agony of wanting to come was becoming unbearable.

‘Fuck, you guys, stop torturing me!’ he moaned. ‘I’ve almost shot off so many times….I don’t think I can take much more.’

He was begging them to stop teasing him, to let him come, he couldn’t stand it, but they only laughed and kept doing it, now with James big hands clasped around his butt so he couldn’t move away.

Finally it became too much, his body couldn’t take it. It had to have some relief from the tension building up inside. Finally, without warning, he exploded.

‘Ohh, he’s coming! I can feel it in his asshole!’ Aaron cried with glee.

Under him, James gagged and choked even more as he pumped his load into his throat. His climax seemed to last forever, the stuff wouldn’t stop coming, and his asshole and his balls began to ache from the intensity of it. Finally, he was drained and his body kept pumping dry. He collapsed on top of James, his cock still buried in the man’s throat, while James continued to choke, but he wouldn’t give it up. Realizing he was choking the man, Jay raised up and extracted his cock from his throat and rolled over onto his side.

‘Shit, how long have you been saving that?’ James asked, gasping, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. ‘I never had a load like that in my life!’

‘Couple of days; I managed to jerk off in the shower two days ago,’ Jay said.

‘Damn! I’ve never been had and used like that in my life either!’ James exclaimed, gasping for air.

‘Sorry I choked you and made you gag,’ Jay said.

‘Fuck, don’t apologize,’ James said. ‘That was the most awesome cock I’ve ever had. I wasn’t sure I was going to live to tell about it, but you are one awesome stud!’

As Jay lay gasping for his breath, it came over him what he had done. He’d been had by two gays. He had let himself be used by them; lent them his body for their lust. Suddenly he wanted to be out of there.

‘Well, this awesome stud has to get back to his cabin, my dad’s going to be wondering where I am,’ Jay said.

‘Why don’t you pick up the phone and call him,’ Aaron said. ‘We’ve got a lot more we can show you.’

‘I need to get back,’ Jay said.

‘Well, maybe another time. Please, at least one more time before the cruise ends,’ James said.

‘Maybe,’ Jay said, although at that moment he had no intention of letting it happen again. Not with these guys and not with anybody else. It was like his mind was rebelling against his body. He was still curious about what else they had in mind to show him, but he wanted to get back to the safety of his cabin. He didn’t want to have to explain a long absence to his dad.

His legs were shaky as he made his way back to his cabin. On the way he passed by the spa. He hadn’t checked it out yet; he didn’t really know what a spa was. He walked through the heavy glass doors into a small, dimly lit reception room where a young, muscular, college-age guy stood behind the desk with his bare upper body showing.

‘Welcome. Have you visited us before?’ he asked.

‘No. I thought I would check it out.’

‘Then come along, I’ll show you around.’ He came around from behind the desk to reveal himself in a pair of snug-fitting white shorts and sneakers. He wore a name-tag on the leg of his shorts that said Ryan. He led the way down a corridor that opened up into a spacious area decorated like the jungle. Tucked in behind a grove of trees was the hot tub. There were two men in it, along with four younger men and boys; all of them were naked. Behind some huge fake boulders was the Jacuzzi, where two young men were sitting with their arms around each other’s shoulders. The whirlpool was further in the thick foliage. There was a young man and an older man in it.

‘We also have the massage rooms,’ Ryan said as he led Jay back down the corridor. He opened the door to an empty room. It was difficult to tell where the soft lighting came from. There was a massage table in the center with four chairs and an open wicker cabinet containing towels and bottles and jars of all sorts. Jay wondered why there were four chairs. Ryan turned a switch and candles flickered from brass holders on the walls. He turned another switch and soft music flowed from some mysterious source.

‘Would you like to make an appointment to reserve a room?’ he asked.

‘I don’t know, I would have to check….with my dad,’ Jay said. Then he changed his mind. ‘All right, I would like to make an appointment.’

‘Very good. For you, or your father, or both?’ Ryan asked.

‘For both of us,’ he replied. He glanced at his watch. ‘Right away, if the room is open. I just need time to shower.’

‘I can hold it for you,’ Ryan said. ‘And you can shower here.’ He opened a pair of glass doors to reveal a shower almost as big as the room itself. There were nine showerheads on three walls and three more overhead. ‘It’s a virtual rain forest when you turn all the showerheads on,’ Ryan said.

Jay rushed back to the cabin.

‘Did you finally finish exploring all the ship?’ his dad asked him when he came in.

‘Yeah. It’s awesome,’ he lied. ‘I don’t know how they build these things so big and keep them afloat. Do you have anything in mind for the rest of the afternoon, Dad?’ he asked.

Jeff looked at his watch. ‘We’re already well into the afternoon. I thought you were wanted to stay on the ship.’

‘I thought we might go check out the spa.’

‘All right, I overheard some guys talking about, and it sounds pretty nice.’

‘It is. I’ve got us an appointment for a massage,’ Jay said with a smile.

‘Wonderful!’

Jeff slipped his shoes on and they headed to the spa. He wondered immediately about his son’s motives when he saw the young, muscular attendant. Ryan led them down the corridor and let them in the room.

‘There is a time limit of one hour, but we aren’t swamped with reservations right now, so take as long as you like,’ he told them as he switched on the soft music and the flickering candles. ‘Enjoy,’ he said as he started leave and close the door.

‘Uhh, excuse me, are you, uh….I mean, do we ring for you when we’re ready for the massage?’ Jay asked.

Ryan smiled. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t schedule you with one of our masseuses. Perhaps I forgot to explain, you normally bring your partner for that. Would you like to reschedule with a masseuse?’

‘Oh,’ Jay said with a deadpan look. He looked at his dad, who only shrugged.

‘It would be a two hour wait,’ Ryan said.

‘I guess…..no, this is okay,’ Jay said.

‘Enjoy,’ Ryan said again as he slipped out and closed the door behind him.

‘Well. I guess we’re left to our own devices,’ Jeff said.

‘Have you ever given a massage before?’ Jay asked.

‘No, but I guess I can muddle through it, if you want to climb up on the table,’ Jeff said.

‘I need to shower first,’ said Jay. ‘You can join me, there’s room for both of us. Heck, there’s room for a half dozen guys,’ Jay said.

They undressed and Jeff followed Jay into the shower. He thought it was strange that they stood apart, with plenty of room between them, when in a moment he would be giving the boy a massage. Jeff finished first and went to investigate the array of jars and bottles of lotions and oils. When Jay turned off the showers, Jeff was waiting for him with a towel to wrap around him. He dried him off then motioned for him to get up on the table. Jay climbed up and lay on his stomach.

Jeff selected a bottle of massage oil marked ‘Diesel Fuel’ and poured some on his hands. He rubbed his hands together and started at Jay’s feet. He massaged first one foot then the other, gradually moving up to his calves, and on up to the back of his thighs.

‘It’s hard to tell if you’re relaxed, your muscles are so solid,’ he said.

‘I’m relaxed,’ Jay said. ‘And you’re doing a good job.’

‘Thanks, but you have no basis for comparison,’ Jeff said as he worked his fingers in to the boy’s hamstrings; all the while his eyes were on his butt.

‘I don’t need any basis for comparison to know it feels good.’

Jeff’s head was swimming with thoughts he shouldn’t be having about his own son. But the boy knew he was gay now, and he seemed okay with it; even okay with him having his hands on him. How okay, was the question. Jeff had to wonder; Jay was the one who had made the appointment for the massage and he was the one who nixed the masseuse, now he was lying there stark naked with his gorgeous, tight little butt sticking up like an engraved invitation. Jeff knew if he laid his hands on his son’s butt he would be doomed. But he didn’t want to be obvious in avoiding touching the round, taut muscles. As he worked higher up the back of his legs he dug his thumbs into the curvature of the tight muscles. Once he was that close he couldn’t retreat. He continued, digging his fingers into the tight butt, kneading the muscles like firm loaves of bread dough, his thumbs digging into the crevice between them. He paused to drizzle more oil on Jay’s back and shoulders then set to work on them. He worked his way back down, sliding his thumbs and fingers between his butt muscles, purposely dragging them across the boy’s puckered asshole, relieved that he didn’t seem to mind such intimacy. He didn’t linger, though. He massaged up and down the length of the boy’s young, muscular body several times, always paying special attention to his butt.

‘Okay, you can turn over,’ he said finally.

‘I can’t,’ Jay said.

‘Why not?’

‘You know.’

‘Its nothing I haven’t seen before,’ Jeff said. ‘Come on, Son, we’ve built up too good a relationship for you to be embarrassed over a little thing like a hardon.’

‘Okay,’ Jay said as he turned over onto his back. His big cock swung out then up over his stomach as he stretched out on his back.

‘Well, I stand corrected on that little thing remark,’ Jeff said. ‘Damn, Son. I guess I haven’t seen you in awhile. When did you grow this?’ he asked, nodding at his hardon.

‘I don’t know, it just didn’t stop growing,’ Jay said. Meanwhile, he was having his own battle of emotions. Okay, getting his cock sucked didn’t make him gay, and it was unbelievable. Or licking the sweat out of his crotch or getting his ass ate out, perverted as that was, and that was pretty incredible too. Liking it so much as he did was what bothered him; what did that say about him? He had vowed not to let it happen again, but his body started doing battle with his mind as it recovered and a new batch of testosterone flooded his veins. Now the battle was over his dad. He was gay; that was out in the open. What would it hurt if he told him about his experience with Aaron and James? He would certainly understand. What would it hurt if….he quickly cut off his thoughts but they didn’t go away; they only retreated to the back of his mind. Within moments they were resurfacing. His dad was gay; he reiterated it over and over again, not so much to make himself believe it, but to come to the realization that his father, being gay, was just like James and Aaron. Being gay, it was pretty certain that he probably wanted to do the same things that Aaron and James had done; probably was doing them, but with somebody else. He had tried to imagine it. He conjured up the picture in his mind but quickly, almost fearfully, dismissed it as impossible; till now, when he was lying stretched out on a massage table with his cock fully hard and exposed to the man, and had his hands moving all over his body.

What stood out in his mind was that his dad had brought him on this gay cruise. Why? He was certain, now that the reason was more than just being an easy way to break the news to him that he was gay. Suddenly, he felt sort of sorry for his dad. If he really wanted to do those things to him…..if the desire was that strong, it seemed almost cruel to deny him. To deny both of them, for that matter. What could it hurt? Nobody would ever know. He felt a tightness in his chest at the mere thought of suggesting anything. But there was also a tightness in his loins, demanding relief. Why not? Geezusss, he couldn’t think straight. He wondered what was going through his dad’s mind.

It was the most foolish and dangerous thing he had ever done, placing himself in the tiny massage room with the boy. He should’ve bowed out when the attendant told them they would have to give each other massages. Being naked wasn’t the problem; they had been naked together countless times before, even at the nude beach, but this was so different. There was knowledge between them now that had not been there before.

Standing at the head of the table, he worked his fingers into the thick muscles of the boy’s shoulders, massaged his neck, and his biceps. Then he reached over his head and squeezed and massaged his thick chest muscles.

‘Ohhh,’ Jay gasped.

‘What?’ Jeff asked.

‘That felt good, your fingers moving over my tits,’ Jay said, laughing nervously.

‘Like that?’ Jeff asked as he moved his fingers back and forth across the turgid nipples then squeezed them between his fingers.

‘Ohhhhh, Yeah,’ the boy gasped again. ‘I didn’t even know I had feelings there,’ he lied. He knew, from Aaron sucking his tits, but the feelings were even more intense from his dad’s touch.

Jeff moved around to the side of the table and began working on his son’s stomach. He worked each of the eight muscles that made up his abs, like pliable bricks set in his midsection. He massaged the strips of tenderloin that sloped down his sides, framing the washboard plate of abs muscles. He dutifully worked around his cock, brushing against it from time to time but otherwise pretended to ignore it.

He moved down to the end of the table and began working his calf muscles, then moved on up to his knees and to his thighs. He leaned over the table as he massaged up the boy’s muscular legs, digging his fingers into the thick, solid quads and his thumbs along his inner thighs. When he reached the apex, touching his hands against his balls, he moved back to the side of the table. His mouth was watering and he was having to fight to keep his hands from shaking. Adrenalin and testosterone pumped through his veins, creating a potently dangerous mixture that sent his head reeling. If he didn’t stop….if he didn’t remove his hands from Jay’s muscular body……..

Suddenly, he couldn’t stop. Suddenly, as he kneaded the thick upper leg muscles, his knuckles coming into contact with the boy’s balls, he didn’t want to stop. He paused to reach for the bottle of massage oil.

‘Diesel Fuel,’ he said, holding the bottle up for Jay to read.

‘Well, I guess you could say its working,’ Jay joked, giving his big cock a playful slap. It bobbed up and down and swayed over his stomach.

Jeff squirted the oil into his hand and rubbed his hands together. Then he boldly took Jay’s ball in his hands.

‘Oohhhhh,’ Jay gasped, surprised, closing his eyes.

‘I’ll be careful with them,’ Jeff said huskily.

‘It’s okay. It feels okay,’ Jay said.

Jeff massaged the twin orbs in both of his hands, gently, lovingly, as if they were two fragile pieces of art. His eyes were glued to his son’s huge cock, throbbing and bobbing up and down over his stomach. There was precome oozing out the wide piss slit, forming a pearl-like drop that soon expanded and dripped onto his stomach. More oozed out, then more, till it was almost boiling out and forming a puddle in the ridge between two of his ab muscles. Jeff curled his thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock. It bucked violently at his touch. He ran his hand up the length of it and it throbbed gratefully. He didn’t wrap his hand around it; he was only massaging it, as part of the boy’s body. But then his fingers were encircling it. They wouldn’t reach all the way around it, but they were gripping it. Were those his fingers? Was it his hand? Godd, it felt good. He pulled the great cock upward and moved his hand up and down the thick shaft.

‘Please, tell me to stop, Son, before I get started,’ he said in a hoarse tone.

‘You don’t have to stop,’ Jay said in a clear tone. He opened his eyes and lifted his head to look at his dad. ‘You were honest with me, Dad, now I have to be honest with you….I….I already satisfied my curiosity.’

‘When? Who?’ Jeff asked with surprise.

‘Today. The muscle guy who came to our cabin looking for me, Aaron, and the guy with the hairy chest that I defeated in the contest.’

‘Both of them?’

‘Yeah, they sort of ganged up on me,’ Jay said.

‘They didn’t hurt you!’

‘No, it wasn’t like that,’ Jay said. ‘I met up with them at Jimmy Jameson’s, and the way they started talking about all the stuff they did, they got me all wrapped up in it. We went to the climbing wall and then played some basketball then they started talking about it again and before I knew it, I was agreeing to go with them to their cabin.’

‘And?’ Jeff asked.

Jay swallowed. ‘I hate to say it, Dad, but……’

‘No. Do not hate to say it,’ Jeff cut in.

‘Well, you know what happened, I was just going to say that it was the greatest sex I ever had.’

‘Well, that….that’s wonderful,’ Jeff said.

‘I don’t know if that sounded like you meant it,’ said Jay.

‘I did. I really did, I’m just a little taken aback, that’s all,’ Jeff said.

‘Afterwards, though, I wished….I sort of wished it’d been with you, my first time,’ Jay said. ‘I mean, that’s what the cruise was all about, wasn’t it?’

‘It really was about telling you, more than anything,’ Jeff said. ‘Anything else would be the silver lining,’ he said as he continued to slowly pump his son’s cock.

‘You’re not mad at me, then?’ Jay asked.

‘Of course not. Not if it was as wonderful as you say.’

‘They were determined to make it so, to make it something I would remember,’ Jay said. He looked down to see his cock throbbing in his dad’s hand.

‘You said I knew what happened, but I don’t,’ Jeff said.

‘They….they sucked my cock and Aaron used his tongue in my ass and James licked the sweat off my crotch.’

‘You don’t think it awful, then, that I…..I’m doing this?’ Jeff asked. ‘I could make you feel pretty wonderful, too.’

‘No. I think I would be disappointed, now, if the cruise ended and we didn’t.’

Jeff squeezed his cock. ‘You must have given them a real thrill with this. You’re so big. I guess I never realized you’d grown into such a man.’

‘You haven’t seen me that many times with a hardon,’ Jay said. ‘Only when you caught me jacking off.’

‘I don’t want you to term it that way again,’ Jeff said. ‘I don’t want you to feel that way, that you’re being caught. It’s your body, you have a right to do what you want with it. From now on, if I happen to walk in on you, I don’t want you to even stop and pretend it wasn’t happening.’

‘All right. I’ll just keep on doing it,’ Jay said with a smile.

‘Yes. And I might just stay and watch,’ Jeff said, laughing.

‘Is that what you want to do now, watch?’ Jay asked.

‘Is that what you want to do, jack off while I watch you?’ Jeff asked.

Jay swallowed hard. ‘I know I acted like a little shit about the cruise when we first sailed, Dad, but I didn’t….I was too naïve to realize what it was all about. No, I was too naïve to face it.’

‘You didn’t answer my question,’ Jeff said as he moved his hand back and forth, rolling his son’s thick cock across his belly. ‘If we do this, son….there’s no turning back. No do-overs, and pretending like it never happened.’

‘I think we’ve already gone past going back; you’ve got your hand on my cock,’ Jay said.

‘I want it in my mouth,’ Jeff said bluntly. ‘Is that where you want it?’

‘Yes,’ the boy replied. ‘I want……’ His voice choked.

Jeff lifted the big cock up off his stomach and held it straight. ‘My Godd! Where did this come from? And don’t say my genes. You’re bigger than I am.’

‘Maybe from your dad’s genes, then,’ Jay said with a smile.

‘Yeah, my dad was pretty big. I don’t know how big.’

‘You never saw your dad with a hardon?’

‘No, he wasn’t……’ He cut himself off.

‘He wasn’t gay?’ Jay asked.

‘No, I can’t imagine that he ever had a gay thought enter his head. But I was going to say, we weren’t as open with each other as you and I are.’

‘I’m sorry for that, Dad,’ Jay said.

They were quiet for a moment as Jeff moved his hand up and down the huge boy-cock, squeezing precome out the wide slit. Jay began clenching his butt muscles then lifting his hips to fuck his dad’s fist. Then, Jeff leaned down and took it in his mouth.

‘Ooohhhhhh,’ Jay moaned softly. ‘Awww, Dad!’ His mind went blank as his head spun in a whirlwind of unthinkable lust. He closed his eyes, trying to block out what was happening, afraid to believe it. But when he opened them, there was the truth; his dad was sucking his cock! He closed his eyes again and played a game of trying to grab hold of his thoughts as they rambled aimlessly through his head. What would his friends think? Did any of them ever do this with their dads? He would’ve never thought so, but there were probably dozens of dads and sons doing the same thing right at that very moment on the ship. Who could he share this with when he got back? Who could he tell? Nobody, that’s who. What would their life be like when they got back home? Or was this a one-time experience? His dad was gay; he was sucking his cock, their life could never be like it was.

‘Ohh, Godd, this isn’t happening!’ he gasped.

Jeff stopped and raised up. ‘Jay, if you don’t want to…..’

‘Oh, no! Godd, yess, I want to…..I want you to……it’s just so wonderful, I can’t believe its happening.’

Jeff went back down on him.

‘Dad,’ he said, laying his hand on his dad’s shoulder.

Jeff raised his head.

‘When I get close, what……’

‘Let it go,’ Jeff said. ‘Don’t try to hold it back.’

‘I mean….w-what do you….I guess I just warn you?’

‘I want it,’ Jeff said. ‘I want your load.’

‘Oh, Geezuss,’ the boy gasped in disbelief.

‘Will it bother you to come in my mouth?’ Jeff asked.

‘No! No, it won’t bother me at all. I just can’t believe we’re doing this.’

‘I can’t either, Son. I can’t either.’

‘Ohh, Godd, Dad, it feels wonderful,’ Jay gasped as he humped his butt up off the table, thrusting his cock into his dad’s mouth. He wanted him to take it all, like James had done, but he couldn’t tell him that. He couldn’t tell his father what to do. He laid his hands gently on his dad’s head, hoping to urge him to go all the way down on him.

Jeff raised up again. ‘Do you want to go in the shower?’

‘Yess.’

Jeff grabbed some towels and spread them on the shower floor then turned on all the showerheads. He turned to see Jay waiting at the glass door, as if he were afraid to enter. Jeff motioned him in, and urged him to lie down on the towels. He went to his knees between his legs, and when he spread them apart, he lifted one leg onto his shoulder, the other leg Jay cocked up with his foot against the tiled wall. Jeff hunkered down to suck his balls and kiss beneath them. He proceeded with caution, unsure whether Jay would want him to go further between his legs. But the boy lifted his butt up with the leverage of his one leg, offering his butt freely.

‘Go ahead…..do it….I like your tongue there,’ he whispered, twisting his hips around.

Jeff buried his face in his son’s butt, pulling the taut muscles apart to get to his hole.

‘AAAwwhhhhh!’ Jay cried when he felt his dad’s tongue penetrate his asshole. He squeezed his dad’s shoulders and he raised his head.

‘Can I do pushups over you?’

Jeff smiled his approval and raised up and took his place stretched out on the towels. Jay dropped to his hands and knees in a pushup position over his dad’s upper body, his cock aimed in the direction of his mouth. His dad pulled his cock down to his mouth.

‘This is a trick, isn’t it, to force your cock all the way down my throat.’

‘No, sir,’ Jay said. ‘I wouldn’t try to force you to do anything.’

‘Go ahead, maybe if I was forced I might be able to handle it. But go easy.’

Jay hovered over his dad his body straight and tight. His dad took about half his cock in his mouth, lavering it with his tongue and working his head up and down to try to take more. Jay eased down ever so gently till he felt his dad’s throat begin to stretch open. He started to ease up a little but this dad clasped his hands around his butt to hold him in place. Then he squeezed his butt muscles to urge him deeper.

‘Ohhh!’ Jay gasped as the head of his cock plunged through the opening of his dad’s throat. He felt his dad choke but his hands still clasped his butt to hold him tight. After a moment he pulled him down, forcing more of the big cock into his throat. He choked again, and again, Jay started to lift up but his dad pulled him down. Finally, in a sudden surge of brave lust, Jeff pulled down hard on his son’s butt and lifted his head to receive the rest of his cock into his throat. Jay began doing pushups, thrusting his cock in and out of his dad’s throat, using it like a pussy. Only it felt better than any pussy he’d fucked. It was tighter, and more alive, the muscles squeezing and milking the full length of his cock.

‘Awww, Dad, I could come this way,’ he choked huskily.

But Jeff held him off, and for the next hour the universe centered on the shower in the massage room of the Bonding Voyager, moving languidly through the gentle sea and the man and boy locked in the strongest, most unique embrace possible for a father and son. Finally it was too much for the boy.

‘Aw, Dad, I can’t hold back with you doing that!’ Jay gasped.

‘Uummphhhh!’ Jeff groaned around his cock.

‘I’m gonna come, Dad! Ohhh….ohhh, Godd….I’m gonna come!’ He tried to thrust downward but his dad held him at bay so his cock was thrusting in and out of his mouth. ‘Uunhhh! UUNNGgghhH!’ he cried through clenched teeth as his cock bolted and quivered, sending great ropes of thick semen gushing into his dad’s mouth.

‘Uummnhh….Uummn….aawnnghhh,’ Jeff moaned with each spurt of come.

Jay stayed hovered over his dad as long as he could while he sucked the life out of him, till his arms began to tremble, threatening to buckle.

‘Ohh, Dad, I can’t hold this position any longer,’ he moaned as his powerful arms weakened. He made a valiant attempt to shove himself up and off to the side but his dad wrapped his arms around his butt and pulled him down on top of him, swallowing and nesting his cock deep in the curvature of his throat. They stayed like that for several minutes, till Jeff had to have air. He turned them over onto their sides so he could pull his son’s cock out of his throat.

‘Whew!’ he gasped as he sucked in deep breaths of air.

‘Dang! I don’t know how you did that,’ Jay said breathlessly.

‘Looking at you now, I don’t know how I did it either,’ Jeff said.

‘Thanks, Dad. That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever had happen to me.’

‘I’ll take that as a compliment, considering you were just had by two younger studs before me.’

‘It didn’t compare with this,’ Jay said. ‘I think it’s because it was you.’

Jeff shoved his arm under Jay’s head and pulled him into a tight embrace and they lay under the nine shower heads spraying them like the rain forest. ‘I should be thanking you, Son,’ he said. ‘You just fulfilled a lifelong dream. I’ve never been so happy in my life,’ he said as he languished in the wonderful aftertaste of his son’s boy-juice.

‘It was pretty damned wonderful,’ Jay said. ‘Can we get out of the shower, before we drown?’ he asked, laughing.

They turned off the showers and grabbed up dry towels to dry off.

‘Man, its like a steamy jungle in here,’ Jay said.

‘Do you want to go back to the cabin?’

‘Yeah.’

When Jay took his clothes out of the locker and started to get dressed, his dad stopped him. Jay gave him a questioning look.

‘No. Carry them,’ Jeff said.

Jay blinked with surprise and smiled. ‘Okay,’ he said.

‘I want to show you off,’ Jeff said.

They left the room and walked down the corridor naked. Ryan was at the desk, reading. He looked up, blinked and smiled as they walked past him, onto the deck.

‘Oh, My Godd!’ someone said whey came out into the bright sun.

They ignored the man and walked on, but not unaware of the looks and stares from the other men and boys. Jeff guided them to the railing where they looked out at the rolling sea.

‘Jay, I want it to be more than wonderful. I want you to be all right with it; that’s the most important thing,’ Jeff said.

‘I am,’ Jay said.

‘But will you be when we get back home, when it’s just the two of us around the house together?’ Jeff asked.

‘I was wondering about that myself….what it’ll be like,’ Jay said.

‘What do you want it to be?’ Jeff asked.

‘I don’t know.’

‘It’ll be there, between us, Jay. It’ll always be there, no matter what does or doesn’t happen in the future,’ Jeff said. ‘We can’t ever make it go away.’

‘What do you want it to be, Dad? I mean, are you asking me if I want it to happen again?’

‘I can tell you what I don’t want. I don’t want to be put through a worse hell than I’ve already had for the past several years.’

Jay looked at his dad with a confused scowl. ‘What kind of hell?’ he asked.

‘The hell of having you around in all your beautiful, young-manly glory and not being able to express how I feel.’

‘I had no clue that I was putting you through hell.’

‘Every time you walked in a room, every time I looked at you, every time I heard your voice, when I watched you sleeping. You can never understand the tremendous frustration of wanting to tell you how I felt, wanting to show you, and not being able to.’

‘Well, you’ve told me now, and you’ve shown me, in spades,’ Jay said.

‘Not everything,’ Jeff said. ‘There’s so much more.’

‘To tell me or show me?’ Jay asked.

‘Both,’ Jeff said. ‘But I don’t want to lead you down a path that you won’t be able to return from. I want you to have a life like other boys. If that is possible, now, after what I’ve done.’

‘What you’ve done? You make it sound like you beat me or something.’

‘Well, I’ve done something that the world believes a father shouldn’t even think of doing with his son.’

‘We’re not the world, Dad. We’re you and me. As for having a life like other boys, you would have to define other boys. The boys on this ship? Or like all the other boys who won’t ever be lucky enough to experience what I have with their dads?’

‘I’m glad you feel that way.’

‘Dad, when we get home, I don’t want us to go our separate ways and pretend this cruise didn’t happen; that this didn’t happen. Not that we could, but like….well, if I’m jacking off and you happen to walk in, I want you to feel free to stay and watch. Or, hell, join in if you want. If I walk by your chair, I don’t want you to be afraid to reach out and touch me. Or if I’m in the shower and you come into the bathroom, I don’t want you to be afraid to look at me, or even join me, or….or whatever else you want to do. And I…..’ He lowered his head with a boyishly innocent look. ‘I still hate thunderstorms and lightning. I would like to feel right about coming into your room and crawling into your bed like I used to when I was a little boy.’

‘I didn’t know that,’ Jeff said, ‘that you’re still afraid of thunderstorms and lightning.’ He smiled. ‘I’m glad. But you don’t have to wait till a thunderstorm to come into my room. You’re welcome in my bed anytime you feel like it.’

‘Dad, I’m eighteen years old, I feel like it all the time, but being eighteen, it doesn’t seem right,’ Jay said with a smile.

‘Its up to us, isn’t it….you and me….to decide what’s right for us?’ Jeff said. He smiled again. ‘You know, we can always use your bedroom as a spare guest room,’ he said.

‘Listen, dad, there’s something I want to do before the cruise is over,’ Jay said. ‘I want to get together with Kody. I know he wants to….I recognize that now, and now that I’ve wised up a little. I’ve treated him like crap and I want to make it up to him.’

‘Tell me about it,’ Jeff said, laughing. ‘He’s been drooling over you since the cruise started, although you didn’t see it. His dad even asked me if there was a chance that you boys might get together. I can’t be sure but I think Kody might have asked his dad to ask me. I told him I doubted it. You’ll make him very happy. You can use the cabin.’

‘We could make it a foursome, if you and Kody’s dad were so inclined,’ Jay said with a mischievous grin.

‘No, I don’t think I want to get involved with Chad. Or anybody else,’ Jeff said.

‘You haven’t seen any boys, other guy’s sons that you would like to get in bed? I’m okay with that now, if you want to, Dad.’

‘No, I’ve got the son I want,’ Jeff said. ‘That’s not what the cruise was about, seeing how many boys I could get in my bed. It was about finally revealing the truth about myself to you. I lied to you, Jay. I knew what kind of ship the Bonding Voyager was when I booked us on it. I’m sorry, I should’ve been more up front with you.’

‘You’ve been as up front with me as I could possibly imagine,’ Jay said. ‘And I’m glad I know about you now, although I don’t consider it lying that you didn’t tell me before now. I don’t have a right to know every little detail of your life.’

‘You had a right to know that about me,’ Jeff said.

‘No, Dad, I didn’t.’

Jay racked the barbell and sat up, wiping the sweat off his bare chest. Kody was finishing up on the squat rack. Jay walked over to watch him. He had powerful thighs, and nice abs that twisted and bulged when he pushed up.

Kody shoved up for the last rep and racked the bar. ‘Damn, you’ve really got a pump going in your pecs.’

‘Thanks,’ Jay said, flexing his chest muscles proudly.

‘Are you finished?’ Kody asked.

‘Yeah. Hey, do you want to come up to my cabin?’

Kody gave him a surprised look. ‘Sure, just give me time to shower.’

‘You can use my shower,’ Jay said.

‘Okay.’

Jay walked just a little behind Kody, eyeing his tight, round butt flexing inside his shorts. It was the first that Jay had noticed, really, how sexy he was. Maybe it was because he had been exposed to the sexuality of another male. He slipped the key in and held the door open for Kody.

‘You can have the shower first,’ he told Kody.

‘No, go ahead,’ said Kody.

Jay stepped out of his sneakers and pulled off his socks then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts to shove them down.

‘Why’d you invite me up here?’ Kody asked.

Jay looked at him, surprised. ‘We, uh…..we haven’t spent any time together since we went to the Locker Room, except at dinner.’

‘The real reason,’ Kody said.

‘I just told you,’ Jay said. ‘Hey, man, if you don’t want to spend time together, that’s okay by me; I just thought, the cruise is winding down……’

‘Did my dad set this up?’ Kody cut in.

‘No,’ Jay said with a scowl. ‘Why do you say that?’

‘Because he said he would ask your dad about me and you getting together, if I wanted him to. I told him not to, but I thought maybe he did it anyway.’

‘Would it matter if he did?’ Jay asked. ‘Look, Kody, I thought…I mean, I don’t want to sound egotistical or anything, but you sort of came across like you were interested. I just wanted to create the opportunity.’

‘I am interested.’

‘You don’t act like it,’ Jay said.

‘I’m sorry, I just never….I mean, I thought you were too straight to even consider it. Shit, man, I’ve jacked off in the shower just thinking about getting it on with you.’

‘No kidding. That’s sort of a compliment,’ Jay said.

‘In bed I even pretended it was you instead of my dad.’

‘Well, you don’t have to pretend anymore,’ Jay said.

‘And you don’t have to take that shower,’ said Kody. ‘I like you all sweaty. I would like to lick the sweat off of your muscles.’

‘Better get started, it’s evaporating,’ Jay said with a smile.

‘Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening,’ Kody said huskily as he moved closer and spread his hands across Jay’s bare chest. His eyes shifted from one side to the other, as if he couldn’t decide where to begin. Then he leaned down and began sucking hard on his left tit.

‘Ohhhhhh,’ Jay moaned, clasping his hand around the back of Kody’s head.

‘You like that?’

‘Yeah, your tongue feels like soft sandpaper.’

He moved back and forth, sucking one then the other, then licked the sweat off the smooth, solid muscles. He made his way down his stomach, licking the crevices between the slabs of muscles where the sweat trickled down. At his navel he tugged on Jay’s shorts.

‘Do you wanta fuck me?’ he asked, looking up at him.

‘I don’t know, I….I never thought about doing that.’

‘You would like it,’ Kody said. ‘It’s better than pussy.’

‘That’s going some,’ Jay said.

‘Guaranteed, or your money back,’ Kody said.

‘Okay, I’m willing to try it,’ Jay said as Kody finished pulling his workout shorts off. His cock swung up like a steel spring and smacked hard against this stomach.

‘I was going to suck you to get you hard, but I guess I don’t have to,’ Kody said as removed his own shorts. He went into the bathroom and returned with a towel. ‘On my stomach or my back?’ he asked.

‘I’m used to fucking girls face to face, but either way you wanta do it,’ Jay said.

‘I want to make you feel at home,’ Kody said as he stretched out on his back. ‘I’m lubed up and ready,’ he said.

‘You are?’

‘Yes. When dad said you wanted me to work out with you, it got my hopes up that something might happen, so I got ready for it.’

Jay crawled on the bed and Kody lifted his legs. Jay guided them onto his shoulders as he moved up to his tilted butt. ‘Isn’t this going to hurt?’ he asked as he fisted his cock to aim it. ‘I’m awfully big, compared to that tiny hole.’

‘A little, at first. A lot at first. But nothing I can’t handle,’ Kody said.

Jay nudged the head of his cock against the clenching hole. It gave a little but showed no sign of opening up. He pushed and it gave some more.

‘You gotta shove it hard to get it through,’ Kody told him.

‘I don’t want to hurt you,’ Jay said.

‘Nothing you can do about that, especially with a cock that size,’ Kody said. ‘Just don’t worry about it, I can handle it. The pain goes away pretty quick.’

Jay took him at his word. He got a good grip on Kody’s butt to hold him in place as he shoved, hard.

‘AwwwhhhH!’ Kody cried softly.

‘Fuck, I’m in!’ Jay exclaimed.

‘Tell me about it,’ gasped Kody.

‘Do you want any more?’ Jay asked.

‘Yess. Fuck, yes, I want it all.’

Jay looked down at their juncture as he eased his cock deeper, and deeper. He couldn’t believe how the boy’s tiny asshole stretched so around his thick cock, and he wondered where his cock was going. A guy wasn’t built to be fucked no pussy but Kody was putting it somewhere.

‘Here goes,’ he said as he shoved the last of his cock through the hole and pressed his loins hard against the boy’s butt.

‘Ohh, Geezusss! You’re big!’ Kody moaned.

‘Too big?’

‘Almost, but I like it. Godd, I never had such a big cock.’

‘Bigger than your dad?’ Jay asked.

‘Yes. Fuck, you must have the biggest cock on the planet!’

‘I doubt that,’ Jay said.

‘Fuck me,’ Kody said. ‘Start out nice and slow and deep then you can go crazy, fuck my brains out.’

‘Mann, your ass is so snug,’ Jay said as he began moving his cock back and forth through the warm hole.

‘No, my ass is normal, it’s your cock that’s making it feel so snug,’ Kody said.

‘Fuck, this feels so good,’ Jay said.

‘Do you want your money back?’ Kody joked.

‘Fuck, no.’

They lost track of time or, Jay did till Kody asked him how long he could go on.

‘I don’t know, are you getting tired?’

‘No, I’m just surprised, that’s all. My dad never lasts this long, fucking me. You’ve been at it for over an hour.’

‘No shit? I’ve fucked you for an hour? You must be getting sore, or else you’re numb.’

‘No, I’ve still got plenty of feeling,’ Kody assured him.

‘Do you want me to try to come?’ Jay asked.

‘Yes, but not till you’re ready. I wanta feel you shoot up inside me. I have a feeling it’s going to be pretty phenomenal.’

Jay began concentrating on his own climax, using every move, every technique he knew.

‘Ohh, Godd, you sure know how to fuck,’ Kody moaned.

‘Can you go off with me?’ Jay asked.

‘I can try,’ Kody said as he wrapped his fist around his cock. ‘Just keep me posted on your progress.’

It was several minutes longer before Jay finally grunted the announcement that he was ready. He fucked the boy in a frenzy, like a jack-hammer, with a vise-like grip on his shoulders and Kody’s legs locked around his hips.

‘Godddd, I’m coming!’ he gasped. Then suddenly, he grabbed for Kody’s cock. ‘Let me do that for you,’ he said as he began jacking him off furiously.

Kody’s moans turned into squeals of delight as Jay pounded him into oblivion and jacked him off, and he grabbed the pillow to put over his face to stifle his outcries.

Jay’s body had taken over and he was fucking on automatic pilot. His hips lurched and slammed forward, his legs trembled and his butt ached from the constant strain of thrusting his cock. Finally, his cock erupted deep inside Kody’s ass. It felt like a hose had been turned on full blast. He kept pounding Cody’s cock with his fist.

‘Ohhhhh, Ohhhh, that’s so hot!’ Kody groaned into the pillow. ‘I can feel you shooting in me! Ohh, Goddd, it feels wonderful!’

Suddenly, Jay felt Cody’s cock stiffen even more in his fist, almost a harsh bolt, then he felt his semen gushing through the big vein. A split second later he shot off, all over his face and neck. It was so powerful, like a long, white, liquid arrow bursting from a bow. He quickly had himself white-washed with long streaks of thick semen.

As relief and satisfaction set in, Jay toppled to the side, taking Kody with him as they stayed locked together. It took them a moment to catch their breath, and for Jay, for his head to stop spinning.

‘Geezusss, what just happened?’ Jay said, finally.

‘You fucked my brains out,’ Kody said.

‘I think I fucked my brains out. Hell, I can’t even focus my eyes.’

‘You really had to work at it, didn’t you? Most guys have to work at holding off,’ Kody said.

‘I’ve been practicing all my life at holding off. I guess I’ve honed my skill a little too much,’ said Jay.

‘It was wonderful. I’ve never been so fucked.’

Jay laughed. ‘Don’t tell your dad that.’

‘I love to watch your abs when you laugh. It’s so sexy,’ Kody said, smacking him in the stomach, then rubbing his hand across the hard, ridged muscles.

‘Nice abs yourself,’ Jay said.

‘Thanks for taking me off like that,’ Kody said.

‘It was the least I could do. We sure made a mess.’

‘I made a mess. Your mess is inside me,’ Kody said.

‘I expect some of it will run out when you stand up,’ Jay said.

‘It felt like I had a horse inside me.’

‘I hope I didn’t hurt you.’

‘Oh, fuck, no. Godd, I can’t begin to tell you how great it was. I don’t know what I’m going to tell my dad when he asks.’

‘What do you mean? He wanted it to happen, didn’t he?’ Kody said.

‘I mean, I can’t tell him that you fucked rings around him. It would bruise his ego. Listen, Could I ask you a big favor?’

‘What?’

‘Would you consider having sex with my dad?’

Jay blinked with surprise. ‘Shit, I don’t know about that.’

‘We talked about it. He would give anything to get you in bed, and he said I could watch if you didn’t care.’

‘That’s pretty weird, a guy watching his dad have sex with another kid. I don’t know, I’ll have to think about it. But if I do it, he’ll know.’

‘Know what?’ Kody asked.

‘That I can fuck rings around him.’

‘Maybe he can learn something,’ Kody joked.

It was after dinner and Jeff and Chad were walking on deck watching the sun go down while their sons were together in Jeff’s cabin.

‘I wonder how they’re getting along,’ Chad said.

‘I would guess just fine,’ Jeff said.

‘He’s going to make Kody the happiest boy in the world,’ Chad said.

‘I expect Kody will make Jay pretty happy, too. He’s had more experience than Jay.’

‘He’s had a lot of experience,’ Chad said.

‘I think I envy you that,’ Jeff said.

‘Well, now you have it. You and Jay have got the rest of your lives to make up for lost time,’ Chad said. ‘But don’t waste a minute of it.’

‘I don’t know about that,’ Jeff said. ‘I don’t think it’s going to become a lifestyle for us….for Jay. He’s straight.’

‘He’s a straight young stud who likes gay sex. And you said he was the one who suggested getting together with Kody.’

‘Yes, but I don’t think he’s going to give up girls any time soon,’ Jeff said.

‘I never gave up women,’ Chad said.

‘You didn’t?’

‘No. But I don’t want a woman in my life again. They tend to complicate things. Kody and I have a great a life, and its handy, just the two of us.’

‘Forgive me for saying so, but it sounds almost like you use him. Or do you reciprocate?’

‘I have on rare occasions, but no, not in the normal course of things. But I don’t use him. He’s happy the way things are. He was so relieved when I found out he was gay. Scared, but relieved.’

‘Why was he scared?’ Jeff asked.

‘He thought I would be angry with him, maybe even disown him.’

‘How did you discover it?’ Jeff asked.

‘I walked in on them…..him and another kid, a teammate on the gymnastic team. The kid was fucking Kody’s eyeballs out. Godd, what a sight, those two young muscle studs going at it. I wish I’d had a video camera. They didn’t see me, and I stood at the door and watched them till they finished. The kid was pulling out when Kody saw me standing there. He turned pale. The other kid just sort of stood there, but Kody was really scared.’

‘What’d you do?’ Jeff asked.

‘I put my hand on the other boy’s shoulder and calmly told him he should get dressed and leave; wasn’t angry or anything. Then I sat down on the edge of the bed and had a long talk with Kody. I told him I was okay with him being who he was, I still loved him, and it was okay to have his teammate over again. He was so relieved, he cried.’

‘How did you and Kody get started?’

‘I took him on a camping trip that weekend so we could be together and talk things out. We went swimming and got to horsing around and wrestling in the water; he swam for the shore and I swam after him. I caught up with him and we wrestling around some more and the next thing I knew, I had him spread over a big warm boulder and….. it just happened.’

‘I fucked him. He wanted it and I gave it to him. He never even cried out, and I know it hurt like hell; he’s so small and tight. But he took it and he’s never stopped taking it.’

‘You fucked him right out in the open, beside the lake? Was it a public lake?’

‘Yeah, but we were in the camping area, in the heavily wooded part. Nobody saw us. At least I don’t think they did.’

‘That’s quite a story,’ Jeff said.

‘I hope you and Jay have a lot of good stories of your own,’ Jeff said.

‘I don’t know….I hope so….we’ll have to see how things work out when we get back home.’

‘Listen, I may be out of line asking, but….that boy of yours is the hottest stud onboard this ship. Do you think there’s any chance……?’

‘I don’t know. I’ll ask him,’ Jeff said.

‘Geezusss, he would make me the happiest guy in the universe if I could spend just a few hours in bed with him.’

‘But….to what end?’ Jeff asked with a confused frown. ‘I mean, you said you don’t reciprocate with Kody, and Jay is straight.’

‘I know he is. But after meeting him, I gotta tell you, I don’t know just how straight I am. I guess I wanta find out. If anybody’s gonna bring it out of me, he’s the one.’

Jeff held back his smile. ‘Okay, I’ll ask him.’

One of the final activities on the ship was the photo sessions. It was on the last formal night and Jay and his dad were dressed in their tuxedos, as were Kody and his dad, and most others.

‘You boys look sharp as hell tonight,’ Chad said when they were seated for dinner. ‘But guys your age look sharp in anything, or out,’ he added. ‘I understand you and Kody had a good time today,’ he said with a wry grin.

Jay glanced at his own dad, who was smiling his approval. He’d told him all about him and Kody, and that Kody had asked him to fuck his dad. He looked over at Chad, feeling a little embarrassed that everybody at the table knew.

‘No need to be embarrassed,’ Chad said. ‘Kody told me what a tiger you are. I bow to your youthful prowess. I just hope you haven’t ruined him for me.’

‘I….d-don’t think so,’ Jay stammered.

‘Have you had time to consider Kody’s proposition?’ Chad asked, but then looked at Jeff.

‘He told me,’ Jeff said.

‘Does he have your approval?’ Chad asked.

‘It’s his call, he’s a big boy,’ Jeff said.

‘So I’m told,’ Chad said then looked back at Jay.

‘I don’t know, it’s a little embarrassing, talking about it here at dinner,’ Jay said.

‘Then we won’t,’ Chad said. ‘But please consider how bad you’ll feel when you get home if you deny an old man your youthful vigor. Not to mention your horse-size cock.’

The matter was dropped for the rest of dinner. After dinner, the four of them strolled along the promenade where one of the photographer’s stations was located.

‘We should get our picture taken, the four of us,’ Chad suggested. He put his arm around Jay’s shoulder, playfully, and added. ‘It might be all I have to remember you by.’

They had their picture taken then Kody and Chad posed for their picture. Then it was Jeff and Jay’s turn.

‘Hey, that’s the hunk who won the sexy body contest,’ someone said.

‘Yeah, and his dad. Damn, they make a fine looking couple.’

‘Hey, how about some candid shots,’ someone said to the photographer.

‘That would have to be up to them,’ the photographer said.

‘How about it, let’s see those muscles again for posterity,’ the man said, bringing a round of applause.

‘Yeah, come on, you’ve got it, dude, flaunt it.’

Jay looked around to see Aaron and James. He could feel his face growing warm with embarrassment.

‘Do you want to?’ Jeff asked his son.

‘They had plenty of chances to take pictures at the contest,’ Jay said.

‘Do you want to?’ Jeff asked again.

‘I don’t know…..I don’t care. If you do.’

‘It’s your call. Its not my sexy body they want to see.’

‘Bull, half the guys on this ship would kill to get their hands on you,’ Jay said.

Others had picked up the call, encouraging Jay to take off his tux for some poses.

‘You’ll wish you had,’ Jeff told him. ‘You could take home a nice collection of professional photos to pass around to the girls.’

‘Okay,’ he said, finally. There was applause as he started undoing his necktie, and his dad untied his cummerbund. The photographer began taking pictures and it quickly turned into a photo-shoot. When Jay was down to his socks and T-shirt and trousers, Jeff stepped out of camera range.

‘Okay, stud, give us a show,’ the photographer said.

Jay wished his dad had stayed with him, but he pulled off his T-shirt and tossed it to his dad. Then he pulled off his socks. There were whoops and hollers as he undid his trousers, and it grew louder as he took them off. His dad stepped in to take them and stepped back. Jay stood for the photographer in his briefs, then did several more poses at the man’s direction.

‘Don’t stop there!’ someone shouted from the back of the crowd.

‘Come on, you little tease, take ’em off.’

Jay glanced at his dad, who was smiling proudly. He waited till he gave him a little nod then hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. The crowd of men went wild. He turned with his back to the camera to shove them down off his butt. There was even louder applause as he bent over to take them off.

‘Ohh, my Goddd, look at that gorgeous butt!’

‘Somebody call 911! I think I’m having a heart attack!’

The din quieted when he turned around. A hush fell over the place, then there were only soft moans as he stood in all his naked glory, his big cock hanging out proudly. Unlike most of the others onboard, it was the first time he had displayed himself naked.

‘I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life,’ someone said, loud enough for most to hear. With that, somebody began clapping, and it grew louder and louder, so that Jay couldn’t hear the photographer’s instructions on how he wanted him to pose. He realized that he was still holding his briefs in one hand. He stepped over to give them to his dad.

‘Don’t go too far, you don’t know where these pictures will end up,’ his dad said.

Someone asked if he could have his picture taken with Jay and that began a whole new frenzy. The guy didn’t wait for permission; he laid some money on the edge of the platform and stepped forward. Jay posed with him and another man stepped up. Very quickly, there was a line forming.

The first of the line simply laid down their money and posed in their tuxes with the naked muscle boy. But then a youngish looking man came forward with his son.

‘Do you mind if we get naked with you for a couple of shots?’ he asked Jay, but without waiting for an answer they both began taking off their clothes.

‘I think you’re going to be here for awhile,’ someone said to Jeff.

‘I think you’re right,’ Jeff said.

Word spread and men came from other parts of the ship to see what was going on at this photographer’s station, and to line up to get their pictures taken with the muscular teenager. The process was speeded up as they began undressing in line so they would be ready when their time came to pose with Jay. It was well over three hours before the session ended; the photographer even had to send his assistant for more film.

‘Dang, I never had an experience like that before,’ Jay said as he was retrieving his clothes from his dad.

‘Well, they all conducted themselves admirably,’ the photographer said. ‘I was afraid things might get out of hand.’

‘Here, this is yours,’ his assistant said, handing Jay the big wad of money.

‘What? Why is it mine? I wasn’t taking the pictures,’ Jay said.

‘We get paid by the pictures that are sold,’ the photographer said. ‘Consider it your modeling fees. And listen, I’ve been doing this for a long time. You should consider a career in modeling. You’re a natural, for the runway, and you would make an excellent underwear and swimsuit model. Of course, nude modeling speaks for itself.’

Jay was still reeling from the experience as he and his dad walked along the upper deck.

‘I wonder how much is there?’ Jay said.

‘I don’t know, but don’t quit your day job,’ Jeff said. ‘You won’t have that opportunity again back home.’

‘Oh, you don’t think I could get a job as a model?’ Jay said indignantly. ‘The photographer thought so.’

‘Probably not again with a crowd like that,’ Jeff said.

Back in their cabin, they dumped the money on the bed to count it.

‘Dang, Dad, they are fifties in here,’ Jay exclaimed as they sorted the bills and counting them.

‘Wow! Three thousand, eight hundred and twenty bucks!’ he exclaimed when they were finished counting.

‘Damn near paid for the cruise,’ Jeff joked.

‘Here, take it,’ Jay said, handing his Dad the money.

‘No, I was just kidding.’

‘No, seriously, Dad, take it. I want you to. This cruise has turned out to be ….well, the most incredible experience of my life, and I would like to help pay for it.’

But Jeff refused the money. ‘It’s been the most incredible time for me, too, Son. Keep the money and put it toward that pickup you’ve been wanting. I’m just glad you’ve finally had a good time.’

‘Oh, have I ever. Mannn! Only thing is, there’s nobody I can share it with when I get back home. I mean, I can’t tell any of my friends about it.’

‘We’ll have it to share together,’ Jeff said, his voice half choking.

‘Dad?’

Jeff was swiping a tear away.

‘Dad, are you okay?’ Jay asked as he went over to him.

‘I’ve never been more okay in my life, thanks to you,’ Jeff said.

‘We’ve got you to thank for bringing us on this cruise,’ Jay said.

They were standing close, within inches of each other, Jay still naked, for he had returned to the cabin that way, now unabashedly proud of his nakedness.

‘Son, I love you so much,’ Jeff uttered in a bare, husky tone. And they moved closer, Jeff’s head tilted first, then Jay, with a little bewildered frown, tilted his head in the opposite as their lips brushed together.

‘Ohh, Dad,’ he whispered as they kissed.

It was a long time before they parted, and longer before either of them spoke.

‘Whew! I don’t believe we just did that,’ Jay gasped.

‘Did it bother you?’ Jeff asked.

‘No. No, not at all. I just don’t believe it. I don’t believe any of this past week. I’m going to be reeling from it for a long time.’

‘I think I’ll be reeling from it for the rest of my life,’ Jeff said.

‘How…..how’s it gonna be, Dad, when we get back; for the rest of our lives?’ Jay asked.

Jeff shrugged. ‘We can go back and remember the good time we had and resume our lives, if that’s what you want,’ he said.

‘Is that what you want, to resume our lives the way they were?’ Jay asked.

‘Son, I accomplished what I set out to,’ Jeff said. ‘I wanted you to know about me, and you do. That’s enough for me.’

‘Is it?’

Jeff smiled. ‘Well, no, but….well, I’m not going to impose myself on your life.’

‘I think I might want more than that….just the memories,’ Jay said.

‘Let’s wait and see. Wait till you get back to your friends and the routine of living.’

‘That routine won’t ever be the same again, Dad, I think we both know that.’

‘What do you want, Jay?’ Jeff asked.

‘I want us to…..to be as close as we’ve been here on the ship. You’ve given me a whole new meaning to being your son. I want to be everything for you, everything you want me to be. And I’m still afraid of thunder and lightning,’ he added with a mischievous grin.

‘You’ve exceeded my wildest dreams for a long time, Son,’ Jeff said. ‘But let’s wait. Just know that when we get back, I’m open to anything you want, so please don’t be afraid to approach me. Meanwhile, we’ve got a little bit more of this cruise to enjoy. And speaking of enjoying….have you decided what you’re going to do about Chad?’

Jay still hadn’t decided what he was going to do. Part of him wanted to do it, but he didn’t want to spend his last night aboard with Kody’s dad; he wanted to spend it with his own dad. Part of him wanted to get all of them together; him and his dad, Kody and Chad, and James and Aaron, and have an orgy. He wondered what his dad would think of that suggestion.

Jay laughed softly, shaking his head. ‘I don’t know what to do, Dad. A week ago, all I had on my mind was pussy. Now I’m supposed to be deciding whether I want to fuck another kid’s dad.’

‘He’s really got the hots for you,’ Jeff said.

‘Are you okay with it?’ Jay asked.

‘Hey, give him something to remember,’ said Jeff.

‘I was thinking, Dad….we could really walk away with something to remember.’

‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen that gleam in your eye before,’ Jeff said with a smile. ‘What is this devious plan you’ve hatched up.’

‘Well, Chad told Kody he could watch us, so I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you wanted to watch, too, if you wanted to. And then there’s the two guys…..James and Aaron……’

‘Sounds like you want to organize an orgy,’ Jeff cut in.

‘Something like that, I guess. Do you want to?’

‘I’ll call Chad, if you can get hold of your two friends,’ Jeff said.

‘I just know we won’t ever have an opportunity like this again, unless we come on another cruise,’ Jay said.

Jeff smiled. ‘There’ll be plenty of other opportunities,’ he said with a knowing smile. ‘There are places back home that I can take you.’

‘What kind of places?’

‘Men’s clubs, gay baths…..where orgies abound.’

‘No kidding!’ Jay exclaimed. ‘Then, no. I don’t wanta get together with those other guys. I wanta spend our last night aboard with you.’

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After working fourteen hours a day six days a week I had decided it was time for a well deserved and lenghthy holiday.The business was doing well and could run without me for a couple of months.

It had been five years since I had anything more than a long weekend break .Even longer since I had met any guys ,infact I had all but given up hope of meeting anybody for anything more than a quick one night stand.

For no particular reason other than it looked great in the brochures I had decided on a relaxing tour of the island of Sri Lanka in the Indian ocean.The beaches looked amazing as did the hill country.

After much anticipation the time came for me to depart on my adventure.I had done all the usual planning of where I wanted to visit and for how long I wanted to stay in each location .Guessing it would be quite tiring to travel once I was there I hadnt fitted in too many destinations, but I had decided that my final two weeks would be spent relaxing on the south coast.If the reality only half lived up to the pictures in the brochures it would be paradise.

My first port of call was to an hotel quite close to the airport for the first couple of days .It was a great looking little place .Only half a dozen rooms ,swimming pool,bar and that was about it .After checking in then dumping my bags in the room I made my way straight to the bar beside the pool.There seemed to be a distinct lack of guests which I mentioned to the ever smiling handsome young barman.As it turned out I was infact the only guest they had .We chatted over a few drinks and feeling a little jaded I told the barman I was off to my room.He suggested I order a nightcap in my room which sounded like a great idea,when I agreed he beamed a broad white toothed smile.

Back in my room I quickly showered and put on the bathrobe.There was a quiet knock at the door and when I opened it I was surprised to see the handsome young guy holding my tray , I had expected roomservice to deliver . Anyway , he came in and put the tray down,as hebent over I couldnt help but notice what a lovely shaped arse he had to him and narrow hips,all accentuated by the close fitting sarong he was wearing.He poured my drink and I went to get some money to give him a tip.As I handed over the tip he looked me square in the eyes and smiling yet again he told me he was actually off duty.He took a step back and I couldnt help but notice a distinct rise in the front of his sarong. I stepped towards him suggesting maybe he would like to join me.I was a little taken aback when he just undid the belt of my robe and holding my robe open he looked at my cock and tilting his head sideways he just whispered that my cock was very nice. He stepped me over to the bed and lay me down on it before removing his teeshirt.His body was beautiful.The dark skin looked almost burnished and was perfectly smooth and without hair except for the little wispy hairtrail to his navel.Taking his sarong by the waist he slipped it and his pants down to the floor.The way he bent I couldnt see his cock untill he stood up.Ive seen cocks in my time but this lad was hung long and heavy , he wasnt even fully erect yet,his balls hung low and loose.I was surprised by how dark his balls were and that he didnt have a lot of pubic hair.I turned and sat on the edge of the bed and held his narrow hips pulling him towards my mouth.

His cock was really thick and heavily veined already,the head of it was a kind of purpley black.I cupped his heavy satin soft black balls in my right hand and held his cock still untill I had taken him in my mouth.He gasped and arched his back as I tried to take all of him in my mouth.As I sucked on him it seemed I wasnt going to be able to get all of his cock in my mouth because he was getting even bigger the more I worked on him.

Pulling him onto the bed I went down on him and lined my cock up with his mouth in sixtynine position.Flicking my tomgue around his cockhead and teasing the slit of his cock the same he was in ecstacy.I stopped for a moment to have a good look at his massive dong . When I looked up towards him the smile was even bigger than usual and he sank his mouth round my cock.His dark lips encircled my cock and his cheeks hollowed as he gently sucked on me.It was so erotic watching my white cock slipping in and out of his dark lips , I went back to sucking him and when I made my way onto his pendulous sacks he followed my lead and started licking my balls.He was softly groaning and I was worried he would cum. That was soon over when he told me to lie on my belly.He spread my legs and to my complete surprise went down on me licking my ring ,first slipping his tongue up and down getting my sphinctre wet before teasing me with the tip of his tongue.He was driving me nuts flicking his tongue in and out of me and around my ever slackening hole.I got up on my knees and he took my lead and got even more stuck into my ass with his tongue until he started to introduce a finger as well.

All the while he kept telling me what a nice ass I had and how much he wanted to fuck me , did I want his cock up me , could I take him all the way , he wanted to split my hole open he would fuck me so hard.The combination of the rimming and the dirty talk had me at a fever pitch and all I could think of was getting his big black cock up my arse.

When I stopped him I could see concern in his face untill I had got the condoms and gel from my bag. I had stocked up on both in the hope that I would actually need them.I straddled his legs and put the condom on him,he kept wanting to touch my cock while I did.Moving up him I had my arse perched above his cock and started to rub my soft hole with his cockhead.Just as he was pushing up to get in me I raised away from him and turned round but still straddled him .Looking over my shoulder I told him he could get a better view of his cock going in my arse this way.I carefully lined him up and started to ease down the lenghth of his cock while he held my hips tight.I could feel every inch of his rigid cock split me open untill I was fully down on him .Rolling my hips to get him fitted snugly into me I started to sit up and down slowly being sure to rise all the way up untill only his cockhead was still in me before sliding all the way down onto him again.I wanted to make sure he was getting the best possible view of his cock going into me and hoped that the sight of his black cock penetrating my white arse would prove as much of a turn on for him as it had been for me watching my cock slip in and out of his mouth.

It wasnt at all long before he was gliding up and down me easily and I wanted a good hard fucking so I slipped him out of me and crouching on the edge of the bed he got up behind me and slid his cock slowly into me . Infact he started to fuck me slowly with long slow strokes,precum dripped from the end of my cock, and he soon quickened the pace untill he was pushing in as hard as he could and I was driving my arse back as hard as I could onto his cock.

Im not usually so keen on guys as young as he was because they dont often have the staying power I want when somebody fucks me and I was again worried he would shoot his load too fast.Slipping him out of me I turned and told him we would go another way.

So I lay on the bed and raised my legs for him to put up on his shoulders. Once my legs were up I stopped him going straight back up me while I fingered my wet ring , it wasnt so much of a ring after he had been having a go at me, more like a gaping wet slit.With my wet fingers I guided him into me again and held his cock while he pushed up and down me . His face was a picture of concentration and effort.I dont know if he was determined to give me the best fuck of my life.

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When I first met Jake was the day I arrived to college. I asked to be put with a girl, knowing that if I was put with a guy he would soon find out about my secret that I am a gay. I was glad they allowed an exception to my dorm situation. Except soon after settling in I found that they made a mistake by rooming me with the biggest jock at the school. Jake, my new roommate was in Princeton on a full scholarship for football and I was there on a academic scholarship, you could see why I didn’t think we would get along.

As soon as he walked in the room I felt like he could see right through me. I had made the plan that I would hide being gay as long as he thought I was straight. But after seeing how breath taking he was I knew I couldn’t last long before he caught me looking at him. For the first week or two I would change in the bathroom but after realizing he was used to being naked around other men, that I could use changing in the open would be a good way to get a better look of him.

When the school year officially started I found that I and jake had most of our classes together. This excited me and scared me at the same time. It was good because it means we interests in common and that we could study together, but the bad news is the fact that I can’t talk to a boy, or I should say man that is attractive to me without making no sense and sounding stupid. Later that day was when we had one of our first conversations other than the usual small talk that acquaintances have. We talked about our classes, which made me know for sure he thinks I’m weird.

The following days went by like any other, except for Halloween Friday. Everybody was going to a party including me, I was lucky enough to have my best friend from high school living a few blocks away from the dorms in a sorority to go to parties with. Most people knew for a fact I was gay and didn’t say much about it. You see when your gay and out about it in school there’s not many ways to take out your anger when you’re the butt of every joke. I chose the gym. By my senior year no one talked about me. But any ways I went to a party hoping Ryan would be there but not his friends. He was actually kind of nice to me when he was alone. His friends just made him act different. But when I did see him alone I got over excited. I told Hillary he was at the party alone. But when I went to say hi, he was gone. I had figured he went home with a girl or got to drunk and went home to crash.

Hours later after drinking too much I came home at three thirty in the morning, after taking my time unlocking the door I came in to find Ryan going through my things. All I could say was (in a very slurred voice) ‘what in the hell are you doing?’ as soon as it left my lips he froze. I repeated myself, this time saying it slower to sound serious. He stood up, turned around and said he was simply sorry with no explanation. After that I think I fell on the floor because that’s where I woke up that Saturday with a terrible hangover.

Jake and I didn’t talk for nearly 3 and a half months, until of course we woke up on Tuesday morning in January to find that the power was out (and heat) and snow drift covered all exits in our building. That was when my and Ryan finally talked about what happened that night in the room.’ I was trying to prove something for myself’ saidJake, after pleading for him to explain.

Me: Prove what?

Him: To prove to myself that you are gay.

Me: Why didn’t you just ask? I would have said yes.

Him: So you are gay?

Me: yes, I thought u would have known and called me a fagot like your teammates do.

Him: I would never.

After hearing him say that he was fine with it I also decided to tell him that I was extremely attracted to him. I was freaking out enough that I even told him. That was when the day I knew we had a special bond. We were close after that conversation. I started to get used to telling him about my day and he became very protective of me. For example, putting a kid in crouches for throwing a piece of paper that said fagot at me.

I started to feel like me and Jake had something more than a close friendship, And I decided to ask him I he would be willing simply kiss me. If he enjoyed it, to try and take our friendship to the next level. I decided to do one afternoon after studying…

Me: Do you like me?

Him: As a friend or more?

Me: ……(long pause) both….

Him: Well Jake I have thought about this before and I came to the conclusion that I would enjoy trying it out with you…I just don’t know what I could really do with you that would give me a sure answer if I’m attracted to you or not.

Me: would a kiss kill you?

Him: I think I’ll live.

It was awkward at first well for him it must have been, but I was just trying to saver each moment. We were close our faces inches away I could feel his breathe on my face, it was hot and it made me want to kiss him even more. Nearly a minute later was when I couldn’t stand being so close and not kissing him.. but as I went in for the first kiss he jumped ahead and kissed me first. I was amazed and how sweet his mouth was on mine, his lips so soft but still had a perfect firm feeling like he was the man. I was shocked on how fast we were kissing I couldn’t help myself that the man I had been obsessed over for months was now laying on top of me. As bad as I wanted to ask him if I could take of his shirt, was as bad as I didn’t want to stop and take of his shirt anyway.

The kiss continued for 5 then 10 then 25 minutes until we soon found ourselves shirtless and out of breath. ‘I’m guessing you enjoyed it?’ I said ‘much more than I thought possible’ he replied with a breath taking grin. That was when e realized he should have been at the gym 10 minutes ago. He grabbed his shirt and said bye, grinning and showing off the cute dimples on his cheeks.

Jake left me with a million things running through my mind, will it get serious? , is he going to forget this ever happened or is this the end of our friendship between Jake and me. I was dying for him to come back not only to try the kiss again but to see if that changed the way he felt about me. I found myself slowly going in and out of consciousness waiting up so late for him. It was already 3:45am and I started to feel like he didn’t want to come back yet, that he was ashamed or something. But when I woke up late the next morning he was there in his bed looking through a magazine and occasionally looking at me. As soon as he say me sitting up he started to apologies for getting home so late when we had so much to talk about, we decided to stay in for the day and talk about what happened last night, And if It could or would happen again.

After spending a few hours about how we’re going to go about this. Jake also agreed to explain the whole story the night at the Halloween party. He told me that a buddy and he were talking about how I might be gay and he said’ have you ever got with him to try out guys’ Jake said ‘hell no’ but really realized he was attracted to me. Before coming on to me wanted to find proof that I was gay.

Jake and I also decided that we wanted to go at a good speed in ourq,’kind of relationship’ to make up for lost time. We planned a special night for use to lose our man on man virginities. Since he was the man of the relationship in a way he felt it was his responsibility to plan it. And he did but I could barely remember the details, I just remember seeing him standing there smiling and attacking him. I wanted him so bad I could barely get the clothes off… I undid his first then pulled off mine, I was kissing him with deep passion feeling every muscle in his upper body move as he kicked off his shoes and socks. I had my pants off by the time he even got his button undone! ‘lets try and calm down and make this special for the both of us’ Jake said as I started kissing up and down his neck. And as hard as it is to say I was going as slow as I can, It was killing me knowing there was a man hung like a horse on top of me. I did my best to go slow we kissed for more than 15 minutes until I could feel he was hard. I pulled down his boxers to his ankles were he kicked them on to the floor. He did the same for me. I began giving him a hard but slow hand job while he kissed and licked my nipples. The only thing that ran through my head the whole time was this isn’t a dream for once, its happening, its really happening!!The love of your life is on top of you right now while your hand is on his 8in a half inch cock!!!

To be continued…

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I was totally taken back, still in the middle of the shock, and yet very turned on at what I had witnessed with Skyler and Trent.

I let things slide by and never mentioned what I had seen that afternoon. Although I had really wanted to say something to Skyler and Trent both, and tell them how I felt, I just let it slip by.

Truthfully I was in a quandry as to just what to say, or even how I really felt about what I had seen, I know that I got so fucking turned on watching my son fuck his best friend I stroked off like a lust crazed teenager and blew a huge wad of cum all over the fridge door.

Holy Shit man, was this the roll and the actions of a real father.

It was becoming a real delema for me.

I began to feel and look at Skyler in a new and different way, and ever time I saw Trent, I found myself gazing at his crotch bulge and desiring him sexually. Was I suppose to be having these feelings for my own son, or his friend for that matter, and if I gave into feelings,then what? and how, would Skyler feel about it?

I began looking inward,to see things, and I felt like I was reverting back to my high school days, Like when I would get turned on and check guys out in the locker rooms, jerking off like a young school boy with thoughts of messing around with Skyler, or Trent, did I need counseling, maybe psychiatric help? What the hell was happening.

One Friday night I had just gotten in from work, I decided to just tell Sklyer about what I had seen and let him know It was alright, if he wanted sex with a guy, I totally understood and would support him.

Well I set Skyler down and told him what I had witnessed, and I let him know how I felt about it, then I told him that I was actually jealous of his relationship with Trent.

Skyler looked a little embarrassed at first, then when he realized I was o.k. with it, he and I just started really getting into some things, like sharing my past, and me having had sex with guys too, when I was his age, and still wanting to have sex with guys, but having restrained from it all these years. I guess we talked for about three hours, baring our souls. Skyler started laughing when I told him about me stroking my cock as I watched him and Trent, and blowing a huge wad of cum on the fridge, He thought that was hot.

When the sharing session was finished Skyler got up and had me stand up and and gave me a stonge hug, and told me how much he loved me and thanked me for being so loving and understanding, and that in itself was worth everything to me.

Skyler and I had a totally new understanding with each other, and a newfound freedom and love we had never shared before, then the following night I got the real shock, a most awesome, most pleasurable shock of my life.

Skyler and several of his buddies including Trent had gone out that evening at about six o’clock, and said they would be back later.

I stayed home finishing up on some papers from work, took a shower and was laying in just my white briefs on my bed, and since I have a t.v. in my bedroom I was watching some silly movie on the boob tube.

I heard the sound of Trent and Skyler as they came in, I thought that Skyler and Trent would be staying the night, which he did often, and of course since I had shown Skyler acceptance in his gay life, I knew that he would be getting it on and truthfully, I expected it.

I was just laying out in the open,in just my white briefs,with a half hard cock, thinking about them haveing sex in the next bedroom and I was getting turned on by the thoughts.

I heard something at the door, and In walked Skyler and Trent, in just their underwear, they both walked over and got on each side of my bed next to me, I had a King sized bed, so there was plenty of room.

Skyler looked into my eyes and said, ‘Hey Pop, how long has it been since you had sex? I mean with something besides your hand?’

‘Hell Son, I don’t even remember, probably your mom, Why do you ask?’

Skyler smiled as I felt Trents hand reach out and he started fondling my already half hard cock, I thought I would shit, it was a totally unexpected shock, but My body was not going to reject it, his hand felt awesome, as he squeezed and stroked my quickly hardening cock, paying special attention to my cock head. Skyler looked me in my eyes and said,’Dad I want to show you how much I love you,’ he leaned down and started sucking my nipples, I began to feel the sensation of floating as he sucked and nibbled on my nipples and rubbed my stomach with his right hand. My body relaxed and just enjoyed his attentions.

He leaned down and began to lick and kiss my stomach, paying special attention to my navel area and since I had always had this nice little treasure trail down into my crotch area, he began playing with that hair, I was just flying away with the feelings and sensations it was giving me.

I felt Trents hand reach up and take the elastic band of my briefs and he pulled them out and down exposing my balls and cock, he gently slid back my foreskin and began to suck my cock, I knew then it was ‘Kady Bar the Gate for me.’

Trents mouth was so hot, so moist, and he was doing an exquisit job on my seven inch boner, he was taking my cock to the balls with each suck.

I felt like I hadn’t felt in a lot of years.

Skyler began to come back up to the top side, thats when Skyler’s mouth touched my lips and his hand stroked my face, his tongue was like ambrosia as I kissed my son and felt his hot tongue penetrate my lips and touch my tongue, I wasn’t sure if I had died and gone to heaven or what, all I knew was that I was experiencing the most awesome feeling I could remember.

I felt so awesome, I could fully relate with those young gals that say that the intensity of the sex was so great they thought they were going to pass out.

I just layed there and totally enjoyed and felt so wonderful as Skyler and Trent took me to heaven.

Trent had my balls in his mouth sucking, licking, and I had up to this time never felt that awesome pleasure before.

Thats when Trent had me get on my knees and he began to suck and lick my asshole with the hottest tongue on planet earth, I knew then that I had definately died and gone to heaven at this point.

Then something I never thought would ever happen in a million years happened. While Trent was giving me a fantastic rim job, I reached over and grabbed Skyler’s hard throbbing cock, slipped his boxer shorts off, and took his cock into my mouth, well at least as much of his thick, long cock as I could. I heard Skyler let out a gasp as I began to suck his cock for all I was worth,

‘Oh Fuck, Dad, Oh Holy Shit man,’ and he began to face fuck me as I sucked his cock like a hoover sucks dust, God his cock was big, almost more that I could handle.

About that time I felt Trents cockhead, hot, so very hot, against the opening to my ass, he squirted some oily lube on it stroked it a few times, slid some on my ass and worked it in with his fingers, and then started sliding his cock into my asshole, HOLY SHIT, he has a thick cock, I grunted a little as I sucked on Skyler’s cock, and I felt some noticable pain as Trent took his cock to the balls into my intestines.

He just held it there as I gasp for breath, then he let my asshole get adjusted to his new occupant. When I finally adjusted to his cock in my rectum, I began to feel an old sensation, a feeling I hadn’t had since before I married Skyler’s mother.

I felt that feeling of something wonderful being rubbed up inside my intestines, Trent was working magic on my asshole as I went back to sucking Skyler’s cock. Trent was awesome, he would thrust his cock into my asshole, then hold it there and move his hips in a circular motion, giving me the ultimate pleasure and feeling of having this awesome cock in my ass. I guess we had been connected like that for almost an hour, when I heard Skyler as he began to moan, and say, ‘Dad, you better stop unless you want my, then I grabbed his ass, pulled his cock to me and let it slide down my throat, I finally got it all to the base and I felt his body shudder, and his cock started blasting out a horse sized load of cum down my throat, it was the most awesome taste I had ever had. My son was unloading his love nectar into my mouth and throat, I felt like I had never felt.

Seeing Skyler shooting his load into my mouth took Trent over the cliff, so to speak, and he rammed his whole cock to the hilt into my ass and started filling me with his cum, as he moaned, and his body jerked with each shot.

Damn, did I ever feel wonderul that night, I hadn’t really paid attention, but I guess I really did notice it but, I had climaxed and shot a load as Trent fucked me, and there was a load of cum all over the bedspread of my bed directly under me, from my cock, still dripping.

That was one night of the unexpected I will never forget, but then it was also just the beginning of a wonderful life with Skyler and Trent, and there were a few others along the way when Trent wasn’t available, actually Trent became like a second son, with benefits, if you know what I mean.

I am now forty four, and Skyler and Trent are both twenty one, and I must say I have never loved two guys any more than I do them.

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I.

‘I said, $19.50, man,’ Tobias irked, pushing the ten dollar bill back. Confused, the man turned to speak to the woman with him, a child balanced on her hip. Prattling something in Spanish, he waved the bill in front of her, the baby reaching to grab at the flashy, green object.

Dejected, the woman reached in her bosom, fishing deep for another bill. Another child tugged at her dress tail, a fine sheen of encrusted snot beneath his nose. A third one stood idly sucking his thumb while two older ones regarded the whole scene quietly removed.

The man returned to the office window, his brow glowing with sweat from the heat and shoved a twenty dollar bill under the partition. Tobias snatched it up, turning to retrieve a key. Pushing it toward the haggled man he instructed,

‘Room 117. Check out is at 12:00 noon. And don’t be having nobody else in there wit’ y’all, man.’

Smiling, the man chortled, ‘No. Just me, and my family,’ his accent thick. Herding up his crew, he shuffled off, chattering in Spanish with his wife. Lulling back in his chair, Tobias mumbled, ‘Get some contraceptives.’

Please let that be the last interruption for the day, he prayed. It was just too hot to be bothered.

Returning to his TV, he went through a quick inventory of things to do. Gotta call the ice man ’bout that fuckin’ ice machine, he thought. Get some mo’ toilet paper, and clean up 106. He wasn’t looking forward to that, homeboy had run at least six girls through there last night.

His portly frame oozing trickles of sweat, he glanced over at the broken air conditioner. The repair man was supposed to have stopped by two days ago. In this heat, he didn’t blame him, though. He’d be lucky to get the damn thing running by Tuesday.

He’d turned on the fan, but all it was doing was moving hot air. Swirling on its oscillator, it wheezed, dust mites trapped in its cage. Stop thinkin’ ’bout it, he scolded, walking over to the fridge to get a beer.

Bending to peer out the window facing away from the courtyard, he gazed at the barren landscape. A two lane highway paralleled the old motel, its rusty sign near the thoroughfare announcing ‘Bisbee Roadside Motel.’ Beneath it were the neon letters ‘no vacancy’, conveniently connected to the office so he could turn the ‘no’ off and on. In all the time he’d been there, however, he’d never had to turn the ‘no’ on.

Two years. It was a record. The longest he’d ever stayed anywhere was 8 months and that was because he had steady pussy.

A car whizzed by, stirring up dust in its wake. Plopping down on the tattered old couch, Tobias stared at the TV, opening the beer. It fizzled, angry suds gushing from the pull tab, over his hands and onto his bare legs.

‘Shit!’ he yelped, spreading his legs to avoid the flow.

Raising the can to his mouth, he slurped the semi-cold brew. Flinging the bubbling liquid off his thighs, he settled back, determined to watch his game.

The announcer was spouting off a bunch of stats about one of the players, a mug shot of the youth plastered to the screen. His team was behind, 27-14 and he wasn’t happy. Were they to loose, he was going to be out of 50 bucks! That’s the one down side to gamblin’, he thought, loosin’.

Sucking on his beer, he thought about Amber. Too bad she stayed so damn far, he’d really like a little trim. Exactly how long has it been, he pondered? Counting the days, he stopped when he got to 9. Too long.

A play rolling into motion, he leaned forward, hopeful. The quarterback fell into the pocket, the ball cocked high in his hand. Pumping once, twice, he scrambled, avoiding a rushing tackler. Poised again, he pointed the ball down field and fired.

Sailing through the air, the ball rose, on its appointed mission, then descended toward a waiting receiver. Leaping high into the air, the youth dove for the ball. Holding his breath, Tobias willed the player to catch it.

His hand clutching the beer can, his viewing was interrupted by the office buzzer. The picture temporarily scrambled by its insistent buzzing, he threw his hands up, aggravated.

‘FUCK!’ he yelled, slamming his beer can down.

Ignoring the buzzer, he stared at the screen, waiting to see if the instant replay would reveal what had happened.

‘Ball is on the 20,’ the announcer was saying.

‘YEAH!’ Tobias cheered. ‘Show it again,’ he pleaded.

The Arizona offense gathering into their huddle, the picture switched, replaying the triumphant play. On bated breath, Tobias edged to the end of the couch, transfixed. The quarterback moved through the same series of runs, his arm cocking back and firing as before. The ball sailing again, Tobias grinned in glee.

Falling from the sky like a felled geese, it glided toward the waiting receivers’ outstretched hands. Blinking, Tobias raised slightly, lending his effort to that of the straining player’s.

‘Com’on… com’on…’

BUZZZZZ!

‘Aw shit!’ he exploded, charging from his seat.

Stomping to the office window he bellowed,

‘The fuck you want!’

His angry eyes glaring at the boy opposite the window, he paused, intrigued. This had to be the weirdest thing he’d ever seen.

Blue eyes blinked at him, a little taken aback. A combination of blonde, shoestring sized braids dropping about his face, each plait was secured by a clash of multicolored rubber bands.

‘Yo, you da’ manager?’

Staring into his sun tanned pubescent face, Tobias was sure his ears were playing jokes on him.

‘Who wants to know?’ he contested.

‘Me. Yeah, you hirin’?’

‘Man, you layin’ on my buzzer, askin’ fo a job?’

‘Sorry, bro. My bad. I’m just lookin’ fo’ some work. A nigga need some money, man.’

‘Say what?’

‘Com’on, bro, help a nigga out.’

‘First of all, you ain’t my bro! And second of all, where you get off callin’ yo’self a nigga, saltine?’

‘Aw, that’s messed up. How you gon’ play a nigga?’

‘Man, you betta get the fuck outta my face!’

‘Com’on, man. You gon’ make me beg?’

‘Listen, Vanilla White, I done told you, I ain’t hirin’.’

Distressed, the boy stared at Tobias, the slightest hint of tears welling up in his blue eyes. Licking his captivating rosy red lips, he petitioned,

‘The man at the gas station said you’d let me do a li’l work. I ain’t got no place else to go, man, and I ain’t ate in two days. Just let me work for a coupla’ days, and I’ll tip.’

Stunned, Tobias observed the oddity staring at him.

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…Blowing the acrid smoke out, he found himself face to face with a pair of blue eyes. Startled, he huffed,

‘Boy, what you still doin’ here?’

‘You cain’t you let me do that?’ the boy entreated, indicating the sheets in Tobias’ hand.

‘How many times I got to tell you, I ain’t hirin’?’

‘Twenty dollars a day. That’s all, homey, pleeeez?’

‘Man you don’t give up, do you?’

‘You ain’t knownin’, holmes. I just need a little skrilla to get ma’ grub on, man.’

‘Skrilla… You have got to be kiddin. Where the hell you learn to talk like that?’

‘Dunno,’ the kid said, hunching his shoulders.

‘Man, I don’t know if you checked the mirror lately, but…you know you white?’

‘Just on the surface, brotha.’

‘No… You WHITE. And I done told you, you ain’t my brotha.’

Shaken, the boy dropped his head again. Tobias gazed at him, astonished. Although he was white as the day was long, his dress was glaringly urban. From the gold chain about his fawn-like neck to the baggy jeans sagging off his slim, tender ass, he was working hard on his g. What is white bread’s game, he pondered?

‘What’s yo’ name?’

‘Naije.’

Laughing, Tobias, took another toke on his cigarette.

‘Nah-gee? The fuck you think I am, a fuckin’ idiot?’ Naije, blinked, confused. ‘Boy, what’s yo’ real name?’

‘That is my real name?’

‘Yo’ mother named you Nah-gee?’

‘Don’t know my mother. I named myself.’

‘Named yo’self? Man, what is yo’ trip?’

‘Huh?’

‘Damn, you stupid or something? You come waltizin’ up here, yo’ hair all twisted in some skanchy braids, eyes as blue as the Parker river, pants saggin’ off yo’ li’l, tired ass and tryin’ to talk to me like you black or somethin. What the fuck is yo’ trip?’

‘Why everybody always trippin’ over the way I talk? I can’t help the way I talk.’

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…The room worse than he’d expected Tobias was loathed to clean it. Looking over his shoulder, he discovered Naije still there. How the hell would he explain him to Rita? She barely had enough money to pay his salary, let alone a stray teenager.

Lighting up another cigarette, he posited,

‘Where you gon’ sleep?’

‘You got a bed? I don’t snore,’ Naije added, observing the anguished look on Tobias’ face.

Why, he didn’t know, but taking another pull on his cigarette, he tossed the sheets to the boy. Naije, hustled into action, ecstatic. Tobias lingered, observing the boy. Naije buzzed around the room, ripping the dirty sheets off the bed, tossing them in a corner. Grabbing the clean linen, he wrestled them onto the bed, bunching the sheets beneath the top mattress in a disarrayed mangle.

‘Where you learn to make beds?’ Tobias accosted, unloosening the sheets.

Straightening the tangled cloth, he smoothed them about the lumpy bed, puffing on his cigarette all the while. Smoke burning his eyes, he squinted, inhaling again on the blazing stick.

Tucking the sheets in nicely formed corners, he looked up at the boy, instructing,

‘Get the shit straight first. Then make yo’ box corners, like this.’ Gesturing at the neat corners, he ripped the sheets loose again then stepped back.

Straightening them, Naije slaved over the corners, his slight hands shoving the sheets beneath the top mattress. It wasn’t to his liking, but it would do, Tobias acquiesced.

Blowing another cloud of blue smoke, he gestured at the top blanket. Naije picked it up, throwing it on the sagging bed. Smoothing the wrinkles out, he picked up a pillow and quickly changed the cases. Satisfied the bed would do, Tobias headed back for the office.

‘Need to have my head examined,’ he grumbled.

II.

…His first meal, he all but cleared Tobias’ scant refrigerator out. By the time Rita came by that Friday with his check, they’d resorted to eating at the Rally burger up the road. Naije conveniently away that afternoon, he narrowly escaped explaining his presence to his boss.

Naije seemed to do a lot of disappearing. Tobias didn’t care, the less he knew the better. Besides, he wasn’t planning on keeping Scary White, much longer. He’d worked hard on carving himself a little private hideaway and the last thing he needed was baggage.

It was nice having a little help, though. Naije was so eager to please, he couldn’t keep him from working. Promptly pouncing on vacated rooms, he tirelessly slaved, changing sheets and sweeping the floor for good measure. Tobias couldn’t remember the last time he’d changed a cum encrusted bed and that was fine with him.

The long hot days wearing on, he’d sit in his office, casually observing the boy. A child at heart, Naije would play with the patrons kids, chasing them about the courtyard in glee. On other occasions, he’d play air basketball, feinting about the square, motioning as if he was Michael Jordan. Least he entertain himself, Tobias thought.

On Wednesday he glanced out the office window, searching the courtyard for Naije, but the boy was nowhere to be found. Figuring his little stint with the stray youth was up, he dismissed the whole incident, returning to his TV. When the sun started to descend in the blazing Arizona sky, he trudged over to 112, resigning himself to cleaning dirty rooms again.

As he walked past the opened window, he heard the faint sound of a TV playing. Thought that sucka had checked out. Bending to peek beneath the tattered curtain, he spied Naije sprawled on the motel bed. Naked as the day was long, the boy was heartily stroking a stiff erection.

‘The fuck…’ he grumbled, watching Naije palm his aching hardness. His lithe body gyrating and twisting on the bed, the boy was watching one of the porno films on the motel’s TV circuit. Impatiently rubbing his stroking fist around his flared helmet, he grunted, his toes wiggling, a hot shower of pent up cum spewing across his quivering stomach.

‘Horny ass white boy,’ Tobias dismissed, shuffling away.

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…Crammed beneath him nightly on their narrow bed, Naije seemed pretty content, though. The boy’s feathery breath caressing his face, Tobias would sometime gaze at him, intrigued despite his attempts to remain unattached.

He’d learned little about the boy’s past and that suited him well. All he knew for certain was that Naije strove hard to look, act and be accepted as black. He knew all the hottest rap artists and could spout any given tune, verbatim. He coveted black athletes, incessantly watching every sport he could find. And true to his word, he spoke like an urban youth, all the time.

Naije was still like a sponge, however, soaking up everything he could about urban life. Constantly observing Tobias, he mimicked his every move, from his patented scowl, to his slow gansta shuffle.

‘You ever banged?’ he asked, one day.

‘You mean gang bang?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Not really. Knew some niggas did, though.’

‘Yeah, who?’

‘Rollin’ 60’s.’

‘From L.A., huh?’

‘Right,’ Tobias replied, amazed. ‘How you know ’bout that?’

‘I know ’bout all the gangs, man.’

‘You ever gang banged?’

‘Naw. You ever seen a white boy in a gang?’

‘Few.’

‘No shit!’

‘You ain’t needin’ be gettin’ in no gang, though,’ Tobias mandated.

‘I wasn’t gon’ get in no gang. I was just surprised you’d seen a white boy in a gang.’

‘They people just like everybody else. We just don’t be lettin’ them run things, that’s all.’

‘Ya’ll be bonin’ the bitches hard, I bet.’ Recalling the boy, stroking his rigid digit, he chuckled, lighting up a cigarette.

‘Yeah, we bone the bitches, shorty. How ’bout you, though, you do anything ‘sides watch grease?’

‘Huh?’

‘Jack off, fool.’

‘Damn, that’s cool. Ima ‘member that, ‘watch grease.”

Tobias chuckled again, exhaling a long curl of blue smoke….

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Somewhere about their third week together, Tobias noticed Naije talking to one of the patrons. A frail black boy, he stood almost 6 feet tall and looked to be 20 or so. Tobias knew right off that the boy was trouble. A nagging feeling that nothing good could come from Naije hooking up with him, he refrained from intervening, nevertheless.

When Naije ducked into the boy’s room one afternoon, he held out as long as he could, determined to not get involved. Cursing himself, he eventually rose, crossing the courtyard towards the junkie’s room. At the window, he peered beneath the curtains again, this time his mouth falling open in sheer alarm.

There on the bed was the lanky black boy, his legs spread, his long dick ensconced in Naije’s sucking mouth. Slipping his ruby red lips down the boy’s towering length, he hungrily slurped. Whereas the boy had removed everything save his dingy tank top T, Naije was naked as a jay bird. His hand between his legs, he was busily fisting his own hardness as he sucked.

Tobias gawked, dumbfounded, what he was seeing beyond comprehension. This punk skull dick? Bewildered, he observed the teen’s expert technique. Licking and sucking around the youth’s sensitive head, Naije diligently slaved to bring him off.

In minutes, the boy raised his hips off the bed, his dick hardening in Naije’s talented mouth….

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A few days later, Tobias was due to run up to Wichum, for food and supplies. His car on the blink, he was relegated to riding the bus. Certain Naije would no doubt want to tag along, he was surprised when the boy flatly turned him down.

‘What you up to?’ he asked, suspicious.

‘What you mean? I ain’t up to nothin’.’

Tobias actually considered canceling his trip, fearing for Naije’s safety. The errant junky had long since checked out, but that brought little consolation. Nigga, leave that li’l boy to his bizness, he resigned.

Catching the bus around 10:00 a.m., he watched the motel disappear on the horizon, his brow furrowed in consternation. Shouldn’t ‘ve never let that boy stay wit’ you, he grumbled. Picking up his book, he settled into his seat, the trip before him long.

Returning late that afternoon, he dragged into an empty courtyard, heavy laden with shopping bags. The hell was Naije?

Entering the office apartment, he placed the bags on the counter, quickly searching the bathroom and bedroom. Snatching the refrigerator door opened, he fussed, ‘Cain’t keep doin’ this.’

Transferring the contents of the first bag to the refrigerator, he tossed it aside, moving a few inches to retrieve another. From the corner of his eye, he caught movement in the courtyard. Standing, he glimpsed two boys, darting into room 111. Seconds later, he saw another youth dart across the courtyard, Naije in tow.

‘Aw shit.’

Staring out the office window, he went through a series of options. Store yo’ groceries, one mind insisted. Yeah, fo’get that stupid little boy, another assented. Ignoring the other mind that screamed, ‘help him,’ he picked up a package of Van De Kamp’s fish sticks.

‘Fish sticks. Ain’t nobody wantin’ that but that stupid white boy.’ Glowering at the courtyard again, he slammed the freezer door. ‘God Damn!’ he fumed.

This the madness, I left L.A. fo’, he raged, stomping across the courtyard. ‘Gon’ kick his ass,’ he muttered, sidling beside the door. Pressing against the cold concrete, he held his breath, listening. A radio was playing loudly in the room. Above the angry rapper’s litany, he heard an occasional laugh.

Sliding quietly along the wall, he froze in front of the door, a bloodcurdling scream ushering from the windows. More giggling, then slapping sounds.

‘Dammmmnnn,’ Tobias groaned.

A door flung open, a wild eyed patron poking his head out at the scream. Raising his hand to his lips, Tobias shushed him, the patron ducking back inside, spooked.

Sticking his room key in the lock, Tobias took a deep breath, then hurled the door open. His gun raised high, he rushed into the room, pointing it at the first thing that moved. Sensing someone behind him, he twirled, bringing the butt of his gun down on the unsuspecting youth’s head. There was a dull thud as it connected, followed by the louder thump of the boy hitting the ground.

‘Let ’em go!’ Tobias yelled, directing his gun at the other two boys…

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‘The fuck you think you doin?’ Tobias glared, ‘You know them busta’s was Hope street Crips? Could’ve got yo’ pasty ass killed! ‘Swrong wit you?’

‘They… I…’ At a loss for words, Naije paused, dropping his head. ‘I thought they was cool, Tob.’

‘They walkin’ ’round with bandanas on and you thought they was cool.’

‘They didn’t have no bandanas on, first time I saw them,’ Naije said, sitting up.

‘What’s wit you? Why you doin’ stupid shit like this?’ Naije studied his hands, silent. ‘You got to stop this shit. Ain’t no reason fo’ you to be tryin’ to kill yo’self like this.’

Registering the boy’s naked state, he directed, ‘Man, put yo’ clothes on.’ Naije quietly dressed, quizzically regarding Tobias as he did. Exiting the room, he and Tobias quietly walked across the courtyard, hidden eyes observing them behind curtained windows.

‘You mad at me?’ Naije asked, entering Tobias’ apartment. Placing the remainder of his supplies away, Tobias replied,

‘Why you think I’m mad at you?’

”Cause…’

Opening a can of beer, Tobias slumped on the couch. His eyes trained on the boy, Naije looked away, shoving his hands in his pockets. Sipping a couple swigs of his brew, Tobias motioned for the boy to sit next to him.

‘They hurt you?’

‘No,’ Naije said, his head down.

‘Don’t lie to me, I heard you scream.’

Naije gazed at Tobias’ poster of Malcom X, silent. Tobias gulped another swallow, watching him, but said nothing. A car passed on the highway, raucous Latin music belching from its speakers as it passed. Hearing it, Tobias was reminded how far away from his roots he actually was. He hadn’t asked, but suspected that, like him, the boy was on the run.

Naije finally turned and looked at Tobias.

‘I’m ok,’ he muttered, his eyes moist.

III.

The lone cry of a coyote, echoing across the desert floor, Naije stared at the cracked ceiling. Hearing the creature howl always sent chills up his spine. Once, when he was around ten, he was skulking around an old deserted gas station, looking for shelter. A cold winter night, he hadn’t eaten in days and was exhausted. Finding an old canvas, he curled up beneath it and was swiftly drifting off when he heard a sound.

Sitting up, he spotted a pair of eyes peeking into the garage door. Trembling, Naije held his breath, praying the animal wouldn’t attack. The coyote sniffed around a little, finally wandering off. Jumping up after it left, Naije crept into the old station office and closed the door. Thankful his ignorance hadn’t cost him his life, he huddled in a corner, eventually falling into a fretful sleep.

Another unnerving bay ringing out, he turned to look at Tobias. His eyes closed, he lay on his back, his stout chest softly rising and falling. Observing his exposed nipples, Naije wondered at their unusually large dimensions. From the first time Tobias stripped his shirt off, he’d been drawn to them. Like twin Hershey kisses, they speared from his chest, almost two inches in diameter.

‘You sleep?’ he whispered.

‘No,’ Tobias grumbled.

‘You hate me?’

‘Why you keep askin’ dumb questions?’

‘Just answer me. You hate me?’

‘No, now go to sleep.’

Turning to face him, Naije gazed at his strong, ethnic features. His hair plaited in thick cornrows, it suggested the typical street gangster. A scowl continually etched on his face, Tobias was a force to be reckoned with. From the first time he’d snarled at him through the office window, Naije understood he didn’t take any shit. Three weeks was a long time for him to stay put. He’d rarely spent more than two weeks at any given location, but there was something else behind that scowl. Something Naije latched onto, refusing to let go.

Blinking in the darkness, his baby blues regarded the boy, remembering the thought that first entered his mind upon viewing Tobias’ round face. Ice Cube, he registered. Tobias looks like Ice Cube, the rapper.

Like the rapper, the youth styled a close trimmed beard that ran from his sideburns and up into a ring of hair around his thick, succulent lips. At times, he’d stroke it, complaining it itched.

‘Why don’t you just shave it off?’ Naije questioned.

‘Cain’t. Get them bumps all on my face.’

Strong arms, rippling with sensuous muscles, a tattoo of a skull and cross emblazoned over his right shoulder. A smooth, caramel colored body that bordered on obesity, but was tight, his hard demeanor alluring. Round, full pecs, each stamped with those chewable darts of chocolate. A slightly rounding stomach that seemed almost paternal, stout stocky legs and large flat feet, that slapped when he padded across the hard bare floor.

Naije was always conscious of his appearance. His face gaunt at times, haggard by his rapid lifestyle, he would stare at it in some barren gas station mirror. His eyes… his cobalt blue, dreamy eyes. That was what most people were always drawn to. Whether it was an old lady, dragging a box down the street, or the infrequent admirer, gazing into them as he manipulated their hardened girth, he knew they were his finest asset.

That he couldn’t style his hair in a wave or ‘fro like the boys he yearned after was the drawback. His fine, flaxen hair refusing to lay against his head as he wished, he opted to twist it into thin, flowing braids. It was when he’d gone long periods of time, wandering the arid desert countryside, he hated it the most. Turning into some sort of dingy grayish yellow mess, his beloved braids would become frizzy, some actually unraveling.

It was after many unsuccessful attempts he finally learned how to twist his hair into the desired affect. Determined, he’d petition every black youth he met to help him. Becoming offended, most of the boys would tell him to fuck off. On one of his frequent stops, a boy agreed to give him pointers following a steamy romp.

Having him sit between his knees, he pulled the boy’s long, golden hair between his fingers, twining it into intricate strands.

‘Why you want yo’ hair like this so bad?’ the boy asked, Naije watching his technique in a hand mirror.

‘It’s really dope,’ Naije exuded.

‘Shit, I had blond hair like this, I’d be stylin’ that shit!’

He was styling it though, Naije contested. Observing himself in the mirror, he smiled broadly, his dream finally a reality.

Fortunately, he wasn’t one of those people that burned, no sooner sunlight struck them. Years spent, out on the Arizona desert had browned his skin nicely, concealing his fair complexion. A small button nose smack the middle of his face, he could almost pass for a black boy, especially if you added his full, sensuous red lips.

His distinctive urban attire rounding the effect out, he was as close to his coveted ethnicity obtainable. The only disadvantage was the constant haggling he got from the people he most wanted to be like.

‘You ain’t black,’ was his never ending burden. His walk, his speech, his dress, it didn’t matter, all the boys saw was a little white boy, ‘perpetratin”.

‘You saw me with Devon?’ he whispered in the darkness.

‘That skinny assed crack head?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Yeah,’ Tobias acknowledged.

His eyes blinking in the dim light, Tobias reached for his pack of cigarettes. Plucking one in his mouth, he lit up, puffing a cloud of smoke into the sky. Returning to his lumpy pillow, he stared at the ceiling the calming effect of the nicotine, coursing through his body.

‘And you didn’t throw me out?’ Naije continued.

‘What fo’?’

”Cause that’s faggot.’

‘All got our demons,’ Tobias said, blowing another cloud.

An owl hooting in the distance, Naije lay on his side, watching Tobias smoke. The heat was relentless and, to compensate, they both slept in the nude. From day one, Tobias made no real beef about Naije sleeping beneath him. Like an angry bob cat, the boy tossed and turned, ripping covers off them several times during the night. Tobias never complained, gently pushing the boy away when he crawled atop him.

‘Why you let me stay with you?’

‘You was looking pitiful.’

‘But a li’l white boy?’

‘Make no difference to me what color you was. Yo’ ass was to’e up.’

Finishing his cigarette, Tobias stubbed the butt out in the bedside ash tray. Fluffing his pillow, he turned onto his side, facing away from Naije. Naije stared at his broad back, a birthmark the shape of a carrot, just under his left shoulder blade. Reaching out, he gently caressed it, awestruck. Tracing gingerly around its edges, he followed the contour of the youth’s back, up and over his shoulder blade.

When he caressed the youth’s stout neck, Tobias called out,

‘Nigga, what you doin’?’ Naije ignored him, reversing direction, his hand gliding down the center of Tobias’ back. Tensing up, Tobias pulled the sheets up over his shoulders. Naije scuttled across the bed, snuggling close behind him. Enfolding his arms about the boy’s chest, he gently lay his head against Tobias’ back.

Laying like that for an extended time, Naije squeezed the boy slightly, his hand traveling across his stomach. Stroking it softly, he continued further down. As he neared the boy’s private area, Tobias gripped his hand in a vice grip, calmly stating,

‘You don’t wanna do that, homey.’

Naije pulled away, returning towards the boy’s jewels. ‘I said, you don’t wanna do that homey,’ Tobias repeated, gripping his hand again.

‘Why, Tob? Why can’t I?’ Tobias said nothing, releasing his hand after a prolonged period.

Snuggling closer to the youth, Naije pressed his lips against his upper back. Laying additional tender kisses across his back, he traveled down, caressing Tobias’ shoulders and upper back as he traveled. Squirming slightly beneath his ministrations, Tobias kept his back turned, silent.

Naije worked the entire of Tobias’ back, softly pecking each inch in loving caresses. Working back up, he heard Tobias gently sigh, when he latched onto the boy’s neck. Suckling and sucking, he pulled the soft skin into his mouth, raising a welt in its wake.

Insistently pulling on Tobias’ shoulder, he urged him onto his back. Pecking lightly up his neck, he laid a tender caress on Tobias’ bristly beard, his hand returning the boy’s stomach. Nibbling his tender earlobe, he moved his hand further down again.

‘What you doin’?’ Tobias resisted. ‘Don’t do this, Naije,’ he pleaded, the boy’s hand nearing his package.

Naije lapped at his ear, dabbling his tongue in the boy’s sensitive orifice, his hand groping Tobias’ wickedly hard girth. Tobias twitched, his most private possession in the confines of another’s hand.

‘Nai-je…,’ he whispered, closing his eyes.

Enclosing the youth’s imposing organ in his slender hand, Naije tenderly caressed it. ‘Ahhh,’ Tobias, hissed, his dick standing between his legs. Naije stared at it in the darkness, passing his hand up and down it’s length.

He’d seen Tobias’ ample size many times, but never as it was now. Springing madly from his slightly jarred legs, it stood an easy 8 inches tall. His battering ram designed for fucking, the head was wide, a ridged flare encircling its circumference. Like an early morning mushroom, it crowned his pulsing dick, shining in the scant moonlight.

A lanky length of powerful man meat throbbing beneath this knob-like helmet, Naije slid his hand up its girth, extracting a pearl drop of precum from the boy’s pulsing pole. Tobias squeezed his eyes shut, hissing softly into the night air. As Naije spread the clear liquid around the top of his spear, Tobias whispered,

‘Don’t do this, nigga.’

Naije continued fingering his hard inches, his sweet, crimson lips osculating closer and closer to Tobias’ mouth. Edging slowly astride the youth, he kissed higher.. higher…

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