“Do you mind if I sleep naked?” he asks.
Is he serious? Yes. Yes, I mind. I absolutely mind. I one-thousand-percent, definitely, completely mind.
“Nah, all good. Whatever makes you comfy,” I reply.
He grins and lets his towel drop to the floor while I swiftly avert my eyes. His fluffy, damp hair bounces on his head as he pads across to the other side of our bed and rips back the sheet.
I pinch the bridge of my nose behind my glasses.
How did I get here? How is it that there is a naked twenty year old climbing into what feels like the tiniest double bed known to man as we set off on a three night cruise?
I grab my book from the bedside table, hoping the distraction of a cheap trade paperback will prevent the lower half of my body from reacting to the circumstances.
“It’s a bit chilly in here,” Davey observes, snuggling himself under the comforter.
Maybe if you had some clothes on it wouldn’t be?
I try to focus on the words in front of me but all I can think of is the taut, slender body of my best friend’s son lying completely nude just inches away. I feel my groin stir as I picture how his creamy skin glistened with condensation as he’d stepped out of the shower.
This was supposed to be my birthday celebration. An easy, carefree, fun filled cruise around the Caribbean to celebrate thirty nine years around the sun. Now all I can picture is three consecutive nights of unresolved arousal. An all you can’t eat banquet of sexual frustration.
It’s my fault, really. I agreed when they suggested we save money by having me bunk with Davey. I hadn’t thought anything of it at the time.
But when we’d met up at the port in a flurry of excited reunions, it occurred to me that I hadn’t seen Davey in about four years. And I realised that in that time, I had missed his transition into manhood. Missed the years where his shoulders filled out and his jawline took shape, the muscles on his body solidifying into the evolutionarily adaptive shapes of a young man in his reproductive prime.
I close the cover on my book, knowing I’m not going to be taking any of it in.
“We better get some sleep,” I say as I flick off the beside lamb, leaving only soft moonlight streaming in through the balcony window. Davey curled up on his side, facing me, his eyes like two beady marbles, glinting up at mine as I slide down next to him on my back.
“Goodnight,” he says before leaning over and kissing me.
On the lips.
Wait… what?
He turns over so that he is facing away from me, shifting his body until I feel the smooth, curved surface of his ass pressing against my thigh.
Oh no. No, no, no, no, no.
This cannot be happening.
“I’m a little cold,” Davey whispers, “could you cuddle me?”
No, absolutely not. We are not doing this.
I sit up and flick on the lamp.
“Davey, what are you doing?”
He spins back around and there is a sheepish, mischievous glint in his eyes that matches his impish grin as he clutches the bedding under his chin.
“What?” he asks, angelic, the picture of innocence.
Ugh. Fo fuck’s sake. He is so fucking cute.
This is bad.
I raise my eyebrow at him.
“Davey, this isn’t a porno. Whatever you’re trying to do, this can’t be a thing.”
“Why not?” he asks, dropping the pretence and propping himself up on his elbow. He slides himself so close to me that his chest is pressed against my arm. He’s so warm… I can feel the post-shower heat radiating from him, smell the sweet soap on his skin. It makes my crotch tingle.
“For many obvious reasons. You are twenty. You are my friend’s son. We are on a cruise with your family. I’m forty years old-”
“Thirty eight” he interjects.
“Soon to be thirty nine.”
He smiles a devilish smile and reaches out to trail his fingers down the middle of my chest. “I noticed that none of those reasons included you not wanting this to happen.”
My dick perks at his touch and his words.
“It can’t happen. It doesn’t matter what I want.”
Davey moves quickly, pouncing on the concession I’ve just made. He hoists himself up and swings his leg over my body, straddling me with his naked body. He rests his bare ass on top of my crotch and I can feel all the blood in my body start rushing to greet it there. His balls press gently into my stomach as he rests his hands on my chest.
I can’t breathe. Not because he is sitting on me (he weighs far less than I can bench), but because all the breath seems to have vacated my body at the suspense of this moment.
“But it does matter what you want,” he says, gently grinding his ass into my groin. My cock starts to grow, awakened by his writhing.
He leans down and kisses me again, pressing his soft, pert little lips to mine.
Fucking hell.
Maybe this is a porno.
I can’t.
I can’t.
I can’t.
…
I kiss him back.
I push my mouth into his and slip him my tongue. He slips his hands into my hair as I slide mine up his silky thighs, making my way around to the curve of his tiny, tight little ass.
It is so perfect. Two identical round little mounds, smooth and supple as worn in leather. My cock fully hardens beneath him.
He kisses me deeper before grabbing the hem of my shirt, pulling at it, indicating that it is in his way. I wrench it off and he immediately starts to kiss his way down to my chest, planting his lips on my neck and my collarbone before sticking out his tongue and suckling on my nipple like a baby animal. My dick lurches with lust.
Oh no.
Holy fucking hell.
This is bad. It is wrong. It is so fucking wrong.
But holy fucking hell.
My stomach roils with arousal as he licks my tit, and I grind my cock harder into his ass. He shifts his butt around so that my dick slips between his cheeks, leaving just the thin cotton layer of my boxers between my pulsing cock and his sweet, clean little cunt.
Fuck me.
I jut my hips forward, hungrily pushing my cock against him. The friction is ecstasy and that, coupled with his tongue flicking between my nipples, has me building.
“Davey, we should stop,” I pant.
He just laughs and buries his face into my neck, licking my throat, causing me to moan in pleasure. He pushes his ass down, pumping against my cock with his hole as he licks my neck and my chest. He returns to my nipples and I whimper in response. He’s getting me very close.
“Davey…” I whisper.
It is a last ditch effort before something within me caves. It’s as though as he sucks on my nipple, he draws out the last vestiges of my resistance.
I grab hold of his meaty cheeks and grip them tightly in place before I dry fuck my boxer shorts into his crack. I shove my hips forward rubbing my cock into his taint and I can feel the tip of my dick poking at his balls as I massage myself towards an orgasm.
“Fuck, Davey…”
He smiles, clipping my nipple with his teeth and I gasp with pleasure. He nibbles again and my breathing intensifies as I fuck myself against his warm body.
“Fuck Davey, I’m getting close…”
He starts bucking his hips like he is riding a bull, the rhythmic movement causing my cock to pulsate and bulge, cocooned gloriously between his tight cheeks, begging for release.
“Davey, I’m gonna cum…”
The weight of him on top of me, his warmth and his heft is too much. I close my eyes and revel in the feel of his tender body grinding against mine until I can’t hold it any longer.
“DAVEY!” I shout as he bites down on my nipple and I explode.
A sea of cum shoots from my cock head. My boxer shorts are immediately soaked as a generous helping of jizz mashes between our bodies. He continues to grind on me as I jerk beneath him, gasping and quietly crying out.
Davey moans as he uses his ass to smear my cum drenched shorts between us. He continues suckling on my hard nipple as my orgasm gently dies away.
There is a brief moment of pure pleasure as I lie there with Davey’s ass on top of my softening cock, his chest on my stomach, his mouth on my nipple. I breathe deep the tantalising waft of sweat and cum, mixed in with the sweet scent of Davey’s skin, his drying hair.
However, as this moment passes… I am slowly dawned on by the terrifying reality of the situation.
What have I done?
Davey leans in and kisses me on the lips before flattening himself out so that he is lying on top of me. There are still driblets of cum oozing from my cock as he whispers something into my neck.
“Two more nights.”
It’s a promise. A challenge. A sentence.
And despite having orgasmed only moments ago… despite the grim reality of the situation… these three words cause my cock to twinge and shift in response.
Somehow… I am already getting hard again.
Oh, fuck.
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