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Chapter 1
Day 1 of 7 -- All Aboard!
Michael turns off the rental vehicle. Both Michael and Andrew unbuckle and get out. Their eyes immediately fixated to the enormous cruise ship a few blocks away. Michael then turned around, stretched and started unloading the luggage from the trunk. With it only being them two, Andrew and Michael unpacked the car in record time and began walking towards the monstrously large ship. Andrew easily kept pace with his father who was more relaxed now that they were closer to starting their vacation. When arriving at the dock, the ship towered above them, large, white against the blue sky.
"This is ridiculous," Andrew said as he gestured to the size of both the ship and the line to check-in.
Michael set down his luggage and studied the scene, hands on his hips.
"Yeah," he exhaled. "But... I've seen bigger." Michael said jokingly as he nudged his elbow into Andrew's side.
Andrew chuckled through slight embarrassment but also slight intrigue, "Alright, alright dad!"
As they stood in line they were both quiet which Michael interrupted with another light nudge to Andrew.
"You ready to have some fun?"
Andrew smiled. "Yeah. I'm ready."
Michael pulled him into a quick side hug before grabbing the bags again.
Inside the terminal, Michael handled every single aspect of the cruise onboarding experience for the both of them. He had the passports, digital and printed check-in verification, and security rules memorized. Michael prided himself on being steady and capable. Andrew understood he needed to stay close to his dad so he followed easily, watching him move through it all without stress.
It was finally their turn to see the next available gate agent. She asked for their passports and identification to which Michael handed over. She reviewed their identification and glanced at their faces to ensure they matched.
Michael is a 43 year old male, mixed race with his mother being Korean and his father being a white American. He has athletic build, standing about 6'1", short stylized black hair, he has a warm friendly smile, glowing skin, and strong but approachable facial features. Michael is Andrew's father.
Andrew is a 20 year old male, 5'8" tall, lean slim build, slight Korean facial characteristics due to his mother being a white American, medium-length black hair which is styled and slightly longer than his dad's, bright smile, and soft youthful features. Andrew is Micheal's son.
She then returned their documents and she almost instantly frowned at her screen. "It looks like your original room selection is no longer available due to an issue," she said. She continued clicking on her computer and moving the mouse around in a hurry.
She looked back up at Michael and said, "Excellent news! The cruise line has upgraded you to a suite due to the confusion. This room will have a larger bed, larger bathroom and extended balcony."
Michael blinked. "You're kidding?!"
She smiled and handed over the key to Michael. Michael then stepped away, Michael turned to Andrew, barely containing his excitement.
"We got upgraded!"
Andrew laughed at how genuinely jazzed he looked.
"We got a room with a balcony!," Michael said. "We can hang out there. Watch the sunrise. Play cards. This is going to be so amazing."
"Wow you've got it all already planned!" Andrew joked.
Michael and Andrew began boarding the ship and were on a mission: Find this suite! They walked down a long corridor that seemed to stretch forever. As they passed deeper into the ship, the rooms grew fewer and further between. The hallway grew quieter, more refined. Michael opened the door.
They both stopped. The room was surprisingly modern and not niche with too many cruise themed items. The room had warm wood tones, clean lines, and soft recessed lighting. A king bed sat centered against the far wall, crisp white bedding perfectly made. And beyond all of that... a double glass sliding door opening to their balcony.
Andrew jogged forward and slid the balcony door open. On the balcony there were two lounge chairs and a small table in between. The railing was solid, the view uninterrupted.
"No one can see in," Andrew said, glancing around. "It's completely private."
Michael stepped beside him, looking out at the pier and other parked cruise ships.
"Dude," he breathed. "Are you excited?"
Andrew nodded. "Yeah. This is a pretty nice upgrade."
Andrew quickly turned around thinking he had forgotten something. He walked over to his backpack and took a sigh of relief. His sketchbook was there. He took it out of his bag and put it on the nightstand.
"You couldn't leave home without that huh?" Michael joked.
"Oh it would have been a bad trip without it" Andrew joked back, "Now I can capture moments in a different way."
This was also when it all finally registered with Andrew. Only one bed! Inside he was starting to spiral about sharing a bed with his sports driven dad. Outside he didn't show his nerves or that he had a realization. This was going to be something new... for both of them.
While they waited for the luggage to be delivered they decided to explore the ship before it got insanely busy and full. In that time they explored the upper decks, observation points, pool area, and other fun spots. As they were exploring they passed a sports themed bar that had baseball playing on multiple mounted screens. Michael slowed instinctively and struck up a quick conversation with a man wearing a baseball cap from his favorite team. Andrew waited nearby, used to baseball conversations and random stranger connections about baseball. Michael loved baseball. He played throughout childhood, high school, and then college. He was great but never had the goal to go pro. Michael used to coach his other son, Drew's baseball team. Andrew tried to play as a kid but never fell in love with it. After a few seasons he asked to stop.
They heard the horn blow and started walking to the top deck to witness the ship pushing away from port. At the railing, a crowd gathered but not enough that Andrew couldn't get a front row seat. He leaned forward slightly against the railing. Michael stepped in close behind him, placing a steady hand against Andrew's stomach to keep him secure as the ship slowly pulled into open water.
"No turning back now," Michael said.
Andrew smirked. "Unless we want a really long swim."
Michael laughed.
As the boat started its voyage and the coast disappeared from sight, they decided to return to their cabin to change for dinner. Upon entering the suite, Andrew began fishing clothing out of his suitcase, selected his clothes and slipped into the bathroom, closing the door. Andrew immediately going for privacy is not new. Andrew had always been shy but it had been increasing as he got older. This didn't necessarily bother Michael, just kind of how Andrew was. Not surprisingly, Michael changed in open the room.
Sitting at a table for two, their dinner was steady and relaxing. There were no deep or intense conversations. They had the rest of the cruise to do that. After dinner Michael ordered a drink from the bar and then walked along the outside decks for a while and looked out at the dark ocean. The wind picked up a bit so they decided to head back to the room.
Back in the room, Michael practically jumped onto the bed, grabs the remote, and turns on a sports recap show. Andrew asks if he can shower first.
"I am going to shower now if you're cool with waiting? I realized that today I have been in a plane, car, and now boat. I need to rinse," Andrew stated.
"Yeah that is cool with me. I will hop in once you are done," Michael quickly responded.
Andrew collected his pajamas from his suitcase and again entered the bathroom and closed the door. He started the shower and the room began to fill with steam. He removed his shirt first, then shorts and underwear in one move. He turned around and looked at himself in the mirror. He examines himself and sees himself with not kind eyes. He believes he is too skinny especially when compared to his dad and brother, feels awkward standing next to any substantial man, not super traditionally athletic but what he forgets is that his smile is contagious, his frame is proportioned perfectly, and he has small abs poking through his small frame. Andrew turns around and showers.
After drying completely in the bathroom, Andrew comes out wearing red soccer shorts and a plain sleep shirt. He throws his clothes toward his suitcase and hops into bed.
"My turn!" Michael yells as he jumps up with a youthful spirit.
Andrew takes the opportunity to change the TV channel.
Almost subconsciously, Michael mirrors his son by collecting his pajamas and closing the bathroom door behind him. Unlike Andrew, Michael strips off this clothing in one swoop and jumps in the shower. Once done, Michael exits the shower, dries himself a bit, and then wraps the towel around his lower waist, just enough to see some hair poking out. Michael then opens the door to the main room and walks over to see the TV better.
"What are you watching?"
Andrew responds quickly, "Some stupid reality show, I've never seen it so not super invested."
In the middle of Andrew's answer, Michael drops the towel without hesitation and begins to dry his hair. For Michael being seen naked was a non issue, it was routine. Michael grew up on sports teams and that was just how it was. Michael was not a nudist in any stretch of the imagination, but he was simply unselfconscious.
Andrew saw the towel fall and he was given a front row seat. Andrew couldn't help but look at his dad and with Michael covering his face to dry his hair, Andrew could look without being caught. Andrew had not seen his father naked in so so so many years so it was almost new again. Michael's cock dangled well due to the heat of the shower, his cock head was red and the circumcision scar complimented the color of his honey skin, his balls were hanging beautifully low and jingled around as he moved, all the while all being nested in a very trimmed and manicured bush which did not obscure any of the size or shape of his package.
What Michael doesn't know is that Andrew has recently come to terms that he is gay. From Andrew's perspective, seeing cocks in general is thrilling and still being a virgin meant sightings were more impactful. Even seeing his dad's cock and balls was intriguing and exhilarating.
Michael stood there watching the TV for a few minutes in complete nudity. The commercial break came on which prompted Michael to put on similar soccer shorts to Andrew, but his being blue. Michael got into bed and they settled into their sides of the king bed, debating what to watch before landing on what they had already been watching.
The ship hummed softly beneath them as they drifted off to sleep.
Day 2 of 7 -- Our Sea Day
They had forgotten to close the balcony drapes last night so the morning light was creeping in. Michael woke first but felt restful and happy. As the sleepiness went away, he noticed a pulling pressure on his shorts. He peeked under the blankets and there were Andrew's fingers nestled under the waistband of his shorts. Andrew's fingers were not so far that it was purposeful or that he would have felt anything, but enough to feel Michael's upper area pubic hair. For a moment Michael stayed still, listening to the low hum of the ship and the distant hush of open water.
Slowly Michael moved Andrew's fingers and hand away from his shorts. He then quietly got up from the bed and walked toward the balcony sliding door and softly opened it. Andrew felt his dad's weight leave the bed which woke him up.
"Morning Dad," Andrew murmured through his grogginess.
"Morning Andy. How did you sleep?" Michael said in a lower voice than usual.
"Slept great but we need to close those curtains from now on."
"Ugh aint that the truth? Let's not forget tonight."
Michael did not mention where he found Andrew's hand this morning. He did not want to embarrass him or ruin the rest of the trip. Michael pivoted the conversation to the plans they had for today. Today was a sea day so they had the entire ship to explore and have fun in.
They elected to check out the pool early before it got too busy. Andrew headed to the bathroom where he changed into a solid dark swim trunk and a long sleeve white swim shirt. Michael simultaneously changed into patterned navy swim trunks and a sleeveless gray tank. At the pool, they claimed two lounge chairs close to the actual pool. Once they settled in, Michael elected to read the news on his phone while Andrew sketched. His pencil moved steadily, capturing strangers at the edge of the pool. Drawing their shoulders angled in conversation, sunlight catching in their hair, the curve of someone leaning back laughing.
Michael eventually pulled off his tank and tossed it over his chair without thinking. His skin loved the sunlight and you could tell other pool goers were impressed. Andrew on the other hand, kept his long sleeve on. Both dropped their hobby of choice and went for a swim. Eventually the pool itself became so packed that they elected to take a break.
Later, walking the outer deck with wind coming off water, Michael nudged Andrew lightly.
"You roasting in that thing?" Referencing Andrew's white long sleep pool shirt.
Andrew smiled faintly, "It's made for this."
Michael glanced sideways at him, "You don't like being shirtless ever right?"
Andrew hesitated, then shrugged. "Yeah. I mean... I'm fine. Just not like you. Or Ben."
Michael didn't pretend not to understand. He nodded once.
"You don't have to be."
That was all. They looked back out at the ocean. Andrew's shirt stayed on.
In the afternoon, they were wandering toward the upper deck when Andrew spotted the rock wall.
"You want to try that?"
Michael grinned, "Sure."
After some time it was finally their turn. Each got geared up and were ready to go. Andrew couldn't help but notice his dad's crotch. The harness and safety gear gathered up his entire package into a huge mound on display. Although he had just seen him naked, he was impressed with what the harness could showcase. Now Michael was not the only one who was noticing. Michael stole a glance at Andrew's own sizable bulge. Michael had a sense of wonder as to why Andrew would be shy, he looked like he was packing enough to be confident.
They climbed side by side at first just for fun. It was a blast, each laughing when one slipped, teasing each other about routes. Near the end, Michael glanced over.
"Last one. Race. The loser buys the winner a drink."
Andrew nodded.
They reset and then they were off! Michael climbed strong and steady. Andrew moved lighter, quicker and reached the top first.
Michael laughed from below. "Okay. Didn't expect that."
Andrew shrugged, smiling. He was proud and excited that he had beat his dad. That was a rarity.
Upon landing at the bottom, Michael and Andrew hugged and congratulated each other. Both purposefully ignoring that when they hugged their bulges connected and gently smashed together.
While waiting for their elevator, Andrew leaned over and whispered, "Are you really going to buy me a drink?"
"Fair is fair," responded Michael
"Oh My God awesome!" Said as he silently celebrated
Michael set the plan, "Lets have dinner and then I will get you one for the room."
Again dinner was relaxed and they enjoyed each other's company. Afterward, Michael fulfilled his end of the bet by ordering two drinks. He carried their drinks back to the room and placed them on the table on the balcony. Michael ordered himself a whiskey on the rocks and Andrew a hard seltzer. Andrew joined him on the balcony and helped set up a deck of cards.
Michael kept thinking, "What a wonderful night."
Michael and Andrew didn't often get one-on-one time and the time they have been spending has been great. Sharing cards and a drink with his son was something that made Michael's heart pound with pure joy and he was truly content.
Without knowing it, Andrew was agreeing with everything his dad was thinking. He never felt like he could do things one-on-one with his dad and that this trip was needed. He felt like he earned a spot at the table today due to this rock climbing win.
The guys "shot the shit" and laughed at memories of childhood and movies they've seen. This was all going on while both were winning their fair share of hands. However at the end of the night, Michael pulled out the win and they called it a night.
The end of night routine was identical to last night. Andrew showered first, closing the door. He stepped out in pajama shorts and a T-shirt. After Michael showered he came out wrapped in a towel followed by him dropping the towel and putting on sleep shorts. Andrew again got another opportunity to see his dad naked, this time further away but still an eye full. Something about it felt routine.
Michael joined Andrew in bed but hopped up almost immediately. "Let's close the curtains shall we?"
Sea day ended quieter than it began.
Day 3 of 7 -- Offroad Bonding
Micheal felt Andrew's hand again. Except this time, Andrew was lower and not by the waist. This time Andrew was holding Michael's hard cock through his shorts. That is why Michael was feeling good, his morning wood was being taken care of. Michael's cock was resting in his shorts while Andrew's hand was just laying on top, slightly gripping the majority of the shaft.
Michael did the first thing that came to his mind. He took a breath and then lightly grabbed Andrew's wrist and slowly moved his hand to the bed. Michael exhaled slowly as a sign of success. Michael was still for a few beats and then eventually rolled slightly.
Andrew stirred anyway.
"Have we docked?" he asked sleepily.
"Yeah, I think so," Michael said. "Let's go check it out."
Michael rolled over and when Andrew wasn't looking, grabbed his cock and put it in his waist band to hide his morning erection. They stepped onto the balcony together to watch the ship ease into port. They had a great view of a new shoreline, low buildings, hills rising behind them. The air felt warmer than it had the day before.
After breakfast they headed out for their excursion. Michael was so excited to finally have the opportunity to try a two-person off-road vehicle meant for winding paths and dusty terrain. This was not Andrew's jam but he was excited for his dad.
Before the safety briefing, Michael held out his hand.
"Rock, paper, scissors?"
Andrew smirked.
Michael won.
"I'll drive first."
They buckled in and took off. The road was uneven, the engine loud, the wind strong against their shirts. Andrew kept his long sleeve on at first, gripping the side rail as Michael navigated the turns. They laughed when the tires kicked up dust. At the halfway mark, there was a designated scenic area. Michael slowed to a stop and shut off the engine.
"Your turn," he said, tossing Andrew the keys.
Andrew blinked. "You sure?"
"Yeah. Let's see what you've got."
The energy shifted in a way that cannot be described. Andrew climbed out, moved around the vehicle, and pulled off his long sleeve shirt before sliding into the driver's seat.
Michael watched and simply said, "You look great."
Andrew let out a small nervous laugh, "Thanks."
Michael followed his son's lead and took off his shirt. He then climbed back in beside Andrew.
"Let's go."
Andrew drove the second half faster, more confident with each stretch of road. Wind rushed past them, sun high above, both of them laughing as the vehicle bounced along the path. Michael's pectoral muscles bounced around and his abs flexed trying to stabilize. Andrew's body took the bouncing like a solid mass, his youthful skin shined bright and tight. They got to the end of their drive, Andrew parked and both got out. Michael ran around the car and picked him up in a strong hug. Their bare torsos touching and sweat mixing.
"I'm so proud of you! You killed it!" Michael loudly celebrated.
"Thanks dad!" Andrew said joyously.
Andrew hadn't been lifted like that by his dad since he was a kid. It felt amazing.
They returned to the ship dusty and warm, grinning. Back in their room, they changed quickly. This time, Andrew changed in the main room with Micheal. Things were evolving! However Michael didn't have time to celebrate, they had tickets for a dinner and a show.
The show was lively. Great music, acrobatics, and dancing. By the time they returned to the room, they were tired in the best way but it wasn't extremely late.
"I'll shower first," Andrew said while grabbing clean clothes from his suitcase. He closed the bathroom door as usual. Andrew let the water run all over his slender body. Andrew's mind kept going back to driving and his dad's celebration. He couldn't help but smile as the water washed away the dirt, sunscreen, and everything else. Andrew exited the shower and dried off.
Micheal heard the door to the bathroom open. When he looked up he saw Andrew wearing his red soccer shorts but no shirt. Andrew's movements seemed more confident. He moved without hesitation this time. Michael noticed but didn't make a spectacle. Michael simply stood and walked toward Andrew. He rested a hand briefly against Andrew's shoulder as he passed.
"Good day bud," Michael said.
Andrew nodded while also getting slight chills, "Yeah."
Michael entered the bathroom to shower next and closed the door this time as well. Once finished, Michael came out wrapped in a towel and he chatted casually with Andrew, who was on the balcony looking at the waves. Michael dropped the towel without drama and began to dry his hair. After drying his hair, he returned the towel to the bathroom quickly. He then moved directly to his side of the bed, pulled the covers up and slid in. With Andrew's confidence growing, Michael didn't think twice about sleeping naked, in fact that is how he slept most of the time at home. Andrew turned around having missed his dad's nude body tonight. He walked back inside and closed the sliding door and jumped into bed alongside his dad.
They settled in, watching a movie on their own side of the bed. Halfway through, Andrew shifted closer and Michael lifted his arm instinctively. Andrew moved under it, resting his head against Michael's chest and placing one hand on Michael's stomach. Any other time this would have been safe and usual. With Michael being naked Andrew's hand was only inches from his dad's nesting cock. Andrew felt warm, safe, and secure with Michael. Andrew could feel his breathing and his soft athletic skin. Andrew slowly started moving his fingers by slowly circling Michael's belly button, at times brushing against his trimmed pubic hair. After time it was almost hypnotizing to both.
The ship hummed gently beneath them and lured them to sleep.
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