Jim, Star on the Showboat by Bill Fore - b4@earthlink.net
I found out the next day that his name was Jason. Although he looked to be fifteen or sixteen, he was celebrating his eighteenth birthday. He sat in the front row at the early show of my jam-packed supper club act with his mother and step-father, and he first caught my eye because he seemed so troubled and forlorn. He also appeared to be a very good looking kid... well dressed, dark haired, blazing dark eyes, light olive skin, muscular, but small of stature. I guess that's why I thought he was so young. It was only the second day out on the twenty-one day Caribbean swing of our huge "Love Boat."
We were working our third cruise. We (my wife and I) were part of the entertainment package and we were really hot! My name's Jim. I was twenty-seven at the time... my wife, Margaret was twenty-five. We both sang and danced in the cruise stage shows, and I acted as "Emcee" for the big production numbers. Margaret also worked as an aerobics instructor and helped in the ship child care operation. I did a twice-nightly solo supper club act in the ship's largest lounge that was the hit of the cruise. In fact, after working only two cruises I had received a substantial bonus to sign for an additional six months. After years of struggling to make it in Hollywood, I was on stage two to four times a day. It was a real high!
Music and sports had always been my thing. Don't ask me to add two and two. Besides being gifted with a really good voice and a wide range which I'd been perfecting for years, I had also developed a good stage manner. I had worked out enough to become an authentic hunk, which got me a lot of attention from the women and the gays on each cruise. In high school and college I'd excelled in lots of sports and knew exactly how to work out and what to eat to keep my body perfectly proportioned. I was almost exactly six feet tall, very blue eyed, kept my flawless skin deeply tanned, and had long, flowing (slightly lightened) surfer-blond hair.
Margaret was just the opposite in the looks department. She could have passed as Jason's sister. Petite, medium dark skinned, dark hair, burning dark brown eyes, about five-foot-four and one hundred and five pounds of slinky sexuality. I'd met Margaret at an actors workshop in Hollywood and our two year relationship had been wild and steamy... full of fights, making up, and then some occasionally red hot sex. I'd never been the fighting kind, but Margaret was hot blooded and could fight about anything... even, sometimes, the weather.
I'd been hired first by the cruise lines and then talked the company into hiring Margaret. At the suggestion of the cruise lines, we'd gone to Vegas and married before the first cruise so that we could legally (according to their staff rules) share the same cabin.
Jason and his family were jammed in at that small cocktail table just off center in the front row at my first lounge show that second night out and the kid looked like he would give anything to be somewhere else. I had been feeling really good and pouring it on, knowing I was getting to the crowd. My little four piece back-up band was even hotter than normal. We knew sixty-one songs and I picked them as the show went on. That night we did our "top ten!" I began to play to the family and see if I couldn't get the kid to smile. Don't get me wrong... he was watching me closely and into the scene, but he just seemed very depressed.
My act required very provocative clothes and I had three changes. That night it was a small red leather sleeveless vest over my bare chest with very, very tight black leather pants and boots. About half of my act was hard charging rock. The other half was sensual love stuff. It was about as sexy as a cruise ship show could get. I usually played heavily to someone in the audience, so when I did some love ballads I worked on Jason's mother, glancing at the kid sitting next to her from time to time.
I don't really know why he'd caught my eye.
He just did!
The next morning I met the family on deck as I was finishing some of my exercises. (Margaret was doing her aerobics class, but I just worked out on my own in the gym, then ran on the big deck and did some stretching.) Jason's mother did just about all the talking, introducing us, gushing all over me and telling me what a wonderful singer and entertainer I was. I learned that they were on the cruise to celebrate their wedding and Jason's birthday. The step-father exhibited the personality of a rock and only mumbled something about the cruise being a "stupid idea." They were from some little town in Utah.
I asked Jason if he wanted to join me for a swim, "to get away from the old folks," I added with a grin. He brightened considerably. I went to my cabin to change to one of my favorite custom made competition-type swim suits and we met at the top deck pool a few minutes later. I had honestly never paid much attention to the build of another male (possibly out of fear), but Jason was clearly a very handsome, well-build young man. His boxer swim suit was form fitting and revealed a lot of that beautiful unblemished light olive skin and a nicely proportioned, well muscled frame. As I said... he looked more like fifteen than eighteen, with no body hair visible anywhere. Even though he was very young, he seemed to ooze some kind of raw sensuality from every pore. I'd never noticed that before in another guy.
We swam and clowned around for more than an hour, getting better acquainted in the process, and then I suggested we go to my little cabin. Margaret was back from her class and taking a shower. I told her we had company so she came out of the bathroom in a robe. Margaret loved Jason at first sight! I mean, almost literally! He was wearing only his boxer swim trunks when she first saw him and it was clear that his young, virgin maleness really turned her on.
I had a rehearsal to attend so I showered, then left the bathroom door open while toweling dry, noting that Jason looked over my naked body very carefully without paying much attention to Margaret. Not long after, as I was blow-drying my long hair, I saw in the mirror that Margaret has allowed her robe to fall open to try attracting Jason's attention.
And so it went! I did the rehearsal, joined Margaret and Jason for snacks and another swim, and then we all ended up back in our little cabin. Jason had gone to his own cabin but had been locked out since his mother and her new husband had bolted the door for some newlywed privacy. Margaret flippantly mentioned that she didn't care if anyone watched us make love and said she was a nudist. I had some dry shorts and a tank top that would fit the kid, so Jason showered after I did. Margaret was naked when he got out of the shower and so was I as I again dried my long hair.
Jason slowly toweled himself dry. At first he seemed like he was trying to hide himself, but then he laid the towel down and let us see all of his assets. I was surprised that he then made no attempt to cover up and stayed naked, too. I caught a good look at the kid's body through the mirror. I also saw that Margaret couldn't keep her eyes off him. He certainly was a perfectly proportioned young colt, and I was very surprised at my own interest in his torso.
I was getting ready for the big production dinner show and had to get in to a rather minimal, glitzy costume. It was normal for Margaret to help oil my body before I got dressed if she was around. This time, with all of us naked, she made a big production of it, getting me to lay on the bed on my stomach as she rubbed the oils everywhere over my back, legs and buns. I guessed she was trying to loosen up Jason so she asked him to help her rub some oil into my skin, too.
His hands were soft and tentative at first, but he clearly wasn't holding back and seemed to really like touching my naked body... the backs of my legs, even my lower back and a bit of rubbing on my buns. I rolled over and she oiled the front of me, again coaxing Jason to help. He worked my legs and watched Margaret as she finished by rubbing the oils into my cock and balls until I had a glistening, full nine inch hard on. No guy had ever before seen my erection. The whole naked scene was very strange to me... and very erotic.
The next day Jason was around from breakfast through my late night show, and it was more of the same. We talked a lot, Margaret was with us when she wasn't working, and she and Jason hung out together when I had to work. The kid had been really freaked about his new step-father for some reason or other, and said that he had hated the cruise ship until he'd met us... since his mother and step-father seemed to want sex all the time and he was forced to stay in the same cabin and cramp their plans.
Again that day there was lots of nudity, touching, and even a little playful "grab ass," mostly instigated by Margaret. Late that night after Jason went to his cabin Margaret also instigated a wild hour of passion, sparked (she said) by her memories of the wonderfully sexy young male who'd spent the day with us. She made it clear that I was "her man," but that the kid was a very big turn-on. The only thing that kind of shocked me was that she said she'd love to get us into a threesome. In her fantasy, I'd stuff her box and the kid would stuff her mouth. "In your dreams, pretty lady," I said.
The red numerals on the bedside clock said "3:06" when there was insistent knocking on our cabin door. A porter handed me a cablegram. The message was for Margaret from her younger sister. It said that her mother and father had been very seriously injured in a Los Angeles freeway crash that afternoon. Luckily, we were due to make a port-stop that morning, so I flew into action. I got her booked on a flight and made arrangements with the cruise line for her departure while she cried, panicked, made phone calls and then started to pack.
Margaret and I said tearful farewells at the little island airport and she promised to call with regular reports. I figured I'd best stick with the ship for the sixteen days left of our cruise since we needed the money and there wasn't much I could do if I went back home. She flew to Miami to catch her flight to Los Angeles and I went back to the ship.
I met Jason just outside my cabin and told him the news. He sat on the bed and cried, so I held him and tried to comfort him. "You guys are my new best friends. I'm really sorry you've been hurt," he said. We hugged a long time and I noticed that I was strangely turned on. I was still in my shorts and shirt, and I made sure he didn't discover that I'd gotten a full erection.
Jason said his parents had gone ashore, but he'd stayed. I tried to make the situation light. We went to eat, talked a lot, and then we went back to my cabin to change to swimsuits so we could hit the pool. Jason said he was going to leave since he wanted me to have my space, but I told him I wanted him around unless he was sick of me. It was true... I really didn't want this handsome young hunk out of my sight. We had plenty of time so we swam, had some snacks again, horsed around, sunned, ran barefoot on deck for some exercise, and talked. Since everyone who went ashore wouldn't be back until dinnertime, I only had my two lounge acts to do.
I told him to shower first. I followed as soon as he got out from under the water. When I got out he was dried but still naked, brushing his beautiful short black hair in front of the bathroom mirror. I patted his ass. He smiled broadly. Then, he did the same to me. I dried my body and then used the blow-dryer on my hair. Jason stood nearby talking and watching me closely.
I moved to the bed and fell on it on my back. I patted the bed beside me and he came and sat down. "Nap time," I said. He knew I'd only had about two hours sleep the night before and was really tired. He moved as if to get up. I put my hand on his arm to restrain him. "I'll split so you can get some sleep." I looked at him. Our eyes met for a moment. "If you need some space, Jason... go ahead and split, but if you do I'll be lonesome."
I pulled him down beside me and he laid in the crook of my arm. Even though I knew we were both totally naked, I pulled him against my side in a hug and his arm went across my chest. My God, we were two hot blooded guys... laying together and totally naked! I'd never even considered doing such a thing, but now it seemed very natural. After a few moments I pulled him up so that we could be face to face. He must have misunderstood. He moved up on his elbow and then rolled over to lay on top of me, body to body, his cheek against mine, his soft cock against my stomach, and mine against his upper thigh.
I was really losing it!
I stroked his back with both of my hands and felt his body shiver. I lightly kissed his cheek and he did the same in return. I felt his cock beginning to harden and lengthen against my stomach. Mine was slowly lengthening, also. I slowly ran my hands up and down his baby-soft skin from his neck to his thighs as his body began to slightly move against mine.
He kissed my cheek again. I squeezed his buns with my fingers. His cock was now a hard probe and he was beginning to move it against me as his body slowly writhed from my touch. My cock was now quickly expanding against his thigh beside his balls. He couldn't help but feel it grow. This wasn't raw sex, like with Margaret. This was unbelievably awesome sensuality, beyond anything I'd every experienced.
As I continued stroking Jason's warm flesh his writhing slowly became humping and his rock hard cock began slipping slightly up and down my stomach. I felt some dampness on my skin near his cocktip. Of course, his movement caused my spear to slide against his hot flesh, too... right beside his balls. My hands moved again to the tight globes of his ass to begin assisting in the movement, and one of my fingers slipped back and forth over his little rosebud. He began to groan against my ear, his humping quickly increased in intensity for a few seconds, the muscles throughout his body tensed, and then... as a loud "Aaugh" escaped his lips... I felt his cock begin pulsing and throbbing against my hot skin. Instantly the damp stickiness of his seed glued our stomachs together.
After a moment, Jason went limp as he lay on my body. I still felt the probing of his cock as it remained hard against my belly, but every other muscle in his body seemed to loose all power as if he were in a swoon. It was minutes before he moved, and then it was to again lightly kiss my cheek. I rolled us over so that he was on his back with me beside him, pressed against his hot skin.
I daringly kissed him on the face close to his mouth and then I got up to get a towel. I cleaned myself up in the bathroom and then returned with a damp used bath towel to wipe the cream from his superb body. It was my first opportunity to handle his beautifully natural six inch probe. Actually, like most other hung-up males, I'd never touched another man's body... especially another cock, hard or soft. I lovingly cleaned his chest, stomach, thighs, uncircumsized cock and thick balls as he squirmed from the sensations.
I again laid down beside Jason and we cuddled for a few minutes, side by side, face to face and hard cock to hard cock. Again we lightly kissed each other's cheek and face. He looked me in the eye and whispered, "You okay?" I smiled. "Awesome," I whispered back. I really was awesome, except for that unrelenting feeling of need for release. After we hugged and lightly kissed some more, I leaned back, took his hand and placed it on my throbbing lance. Slowly he began to touch and fondle my oversized cock and balls. After a minute of fondling my hardness, he moved to his knees beside me so that both of his hands were free. Then he began the most erotic exploration of my equipment I'd ever experienced.
I spread my legs to give Jason the freedom he seemed to want, and then his fingers began to investigate my entire body. I looked at his face and saw an amazing amount of intensity as his eyes followed his fingers. I looked lower and his beautiful harpoon was sticking straight up between his legs as he knelt beside me. One of my hands was behind him so I began to lightly fondle his buns and thighs as I experienced the ecstasy of his touch. He'd use both hands to stroke my turgid cock for a few moments, and then one hand would drift to my balls, or the other would stroke my chest and tweak my nipples. Sometimes he would run a finger through my ass crack and diddle with my hot, tight asshole. He'd touch as if about to enter me, but then would back off and concentrate again on stroking my spear.
I felt my juices building as the young colt's two handed stimulations began driving me to the brink. Unconsciously I let go and began writhing, my big cudgel throbbing in his stroking hands. Jason seemed mesmerized. The speed of his movements increased and soon we were both thrashing around on the bed in the heat of my pending orgasm. The savage words of passion began to escape my lips. "Fuck, man. Give it to me." "Holy shit, Jason... pound that thing!" He stroked me wildly now with both hands. "Oh, God... I'm gonna let go." My body bridged up off the bed. I could hold out no longer. All of a sudden, blast after blast of my hot cum flew everywhere. It had to have been the most amazing explosion of my twenty-seven years. Jason's hands and arms, my chest, stomach, cheek, forehead and even the headboard was covered with my molten lava.
After a moment, my young teenage colt moved his hands to his own cock, got up on his haunches and pumped a few strokes. Almost immediately another load of his cream mixed with mine as he exploded onto my stomach and chest.
Jason used the bath towel to clean up the mess on both of us. After he had finished he dropped the towel on the floor, and then he laid beside me. We slept naked in each other's arms on top of the covers for a couple of hours until the alarm went off. Before I put on one of my costumes, Jason rubbed oil all over me and came close to causing another eruption for both of us.
Between shows Jason and I had a snack with his mother and step-father. Jason's mother gushed out her sympathies about Margaret and the accident. We finally talked about their day in port. The band wanted to practice a new song with me to add to our repertoire, so I was about to excuse myself when an idea struck me. "Oh, by the way... I know you folks are on your honeymoon and it can't be easy sharing your cabin with your grown son. Since Margaret won't be back and since we've got fifteen days to go, I'd like it if you let Jason bunk in our cabin. We're getting along great."
Everyone at the table really perked up. Jason had no idea I was going to say what I said. He looked like he was going to have a heart attack. His mother made me assure her that he wouldn't be a hassle, and that I'd tell her if any problems arose. Then it was quickly agreed. I'm sure his parents didn't have a clue about our sensual explorations. After all, I was a married man.
So Jason took Margaret's extra key and moved his things into my cabin while the band and I worked over the arrangement of a new rock hit.
After I'd finished with the show and all the after- show activities, I called Margaret. Her father was in a coma with compound fractures and a severe concussion. Margaret had been told that his chances of living through it were very small. Her mother had a broken pelvis, a broken arm, plus a lot of cuts and bruises. Margaret said the scene wasn't good and that she'd been at the hospital all day. I gave her my love and told her that Jason had moved in. She brightened considerably at the mention of his name and told me to give him her love. As I was walking the deck to the elevator to go down to my cabin I chuckled to my self and wondered how I could possibly do such a thing... on top of giving him my own.
The lights were on in the cabin and Jason was laying naked on top of the bed... out like a light. I double locked the door and showered again. When I returned to the room and sat on the edge of the bed he didn't move much less awaken. I saw his steady breathing and heard a very soft snore. A knee was slightly cocked to the side and he had about a sixty percent erection. What a sight he was... perfect light olive skin, like I've said... the only body hair I could see was some downy fur in his armpits, a triangle of the same baby soft fur at his crotch and very light peach fuzz beginning to appear around his calves.
There was just enough meat and muscle on his bones to give his handsome thighs that rounded look. His stomach muscles were clearly defined and his "inny" was even cute. It was hard to tell he was uncircumsized when his cock was rigid. There were muscle cords running toward his cock on his lower stomach and some small, perfectly formed veins running the six inch length of his beautiful member out to end in the small fold of skin behind the perfectly formed bulb.
His beautiful spear was slightly thinner at the root, then grew in thickness ever so slightly. It was straight as an arrow, except for a slight upward bend an inch or so down from the head. I was no expert on the male genitalia at that point, but Jason's cock certainly seemed to be the perfect structure. Sure, mine was too, but there was a certain ungainly massiveness to having nine thick inches. Not bad, you understand, just... different.
His balls were also unlike mine, it seemed. Mine were clearly defined... two large nuggets swinging freely in their sack. His ballsack was much thicker and I couldn't see the actual testicles. As I watched in the light of the room the sack slowly moved, as if someone was churning something very slowly inside. I noticed that my observations had created another throbbing erection for me. I wondered if I was changing in some way, or if something that had been inside was just now creeping out. In a way I was a little fearful, but I was also very curious and feeling exceedingly sensual.
I wanted to touch his balls to solve my curiosities. I glanced at him. He hadn't moved. The soft snoring was very even. I ran my fingers over the wrinkled sack ever so lightly. They moved but he didn't. I touched and felt some more. Yes, there were two medium sized eggs in the sack, but it seemed like either the skin of his ballsack was thicker or that his balls were in some jello-like substance. I felt my own. Very different!
Jason stirred slightly. I stopped my explorations, turned off the light, pulled up the sheet and crawled in beside him. Without awakening he moved so that we could cuddle in each other's arms. I ran my fingers lightly over his body and wondered some strange things.
When I awoke Jason was gone. I was a bit startled until I heard the water running and knew he was in the shower. I got up and took a leak. He was still behind the shower curtain with the water running so I stepped in with him. He was startled at first because I'm sure he was in the middle of some fantasy and had been fisting his randy cock. We hugged under the running water. His smile was the perfect greeting and no words were spoken. My morning hardness became pressed against his belly. His got trapped between my thighs. We kissed cheeks. Then Jason licked lightly at my wet chest. My hands ran up and down his back... then over his asscheeks and slightly into the crevice.
As we slowly stroked each other under the shower spray our feelings quickly built. In moments we were both all over each other... embracing, kissing cheeks and faces, fondling and stroking, handling each other's pulsing pricks. It took only moments for Jason's body to begin quivering and shaking. Our lips met. As we hungrily kissed and pumped each other, Jason began thrusting against my hand and quickly sprayed the shower walls with his load of cum.
Moments later he stroked me through a massive explosion also, and then we recovered enough to thoroughly wash each other, even probing each other's assholes a bit in the process.
We landed together on the bed to recover and fell asleep again in each other's arms. I awoke to find my handsome young colt laying beside me and licking my chest. I had a massive erection and his fingers were slowly diddling with the pulsing probe. He never checked to see if I was awake. I just laid and experienced while he satisfied his oral curiosities by mouth-washing my stomach, my thighs, my balls, my cock stem, and finally slipping his lips over the tender head.
It took only minutes of his licking and sucking to bring me to the brink. With his fingers kneading my balls and slipping into the crevice below them, I bucked and bounced on the bed in wild orgasm and Jason sucked up every drop of my jism.
That was the most sexual day of my entire life. Between meals, some exercise and my obligatory shows, Jason and I licked and sucked each other through two more orgasms apiece. After my final show I coaxed his boner into my well greased channel to give him the ride of our lives.
We've been at it for over a week now, and we seem to be getting closer and closer to attempting to plant my huge root in his tiny anal orifice. We've deeply explored each other orally, wildly writhed in the ecstasy of every experience two males could think of having with each other, and my prostate has been wonderfully stimulated on a daily basis by his perfectly sized, vibrating stimulator.
One of my band guys asked me how I could be so happy and turned on by life with my bride gone. I'm trying to remember not to look too content, just to throw a few folks off the track, but then Jason and I go to our room for an unbridled session of passion and I forget. Jason's mother is very happy too, since she noticed that her beloved son is never gloomy and down in the dumps.
Margaret's father died. We talk every day, and every day she ends our loving conversation by saying I should give Jason her love. I'm spending so much time giving him mine that I just don't have time.
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NOTE: This story is from a series we call, "First Encounters of a Close Kind." If you like it, let me know. Drop an E-mail to b4@earthlink.net. I read each E-mail personally. Many more stories are ready and available. You'll find some of them on "Nifty" under "Miscellaneous," "Prolific Authors," and then scroll down to my name --- Bill Fore!