Date: Thu, 5 Nov 2009 16:04:33 -0500 From: m yonge Subject: A cruise to Remember Part 1 DISCLAIMER: This is a story out the fantasy that is my mind. It is a story that deals with homosexual material. If you live in a jurisdiction that by some law or reason prohibits you from reading this material then please do not read any further. If homosexual material like this offends you then you should stop reading as well...Though frankly if homosexual material offends you I can't understand why you would be here in the first place. The copyright of this material is mine, subject to the agreement under this website. I trust that you will enjoy reading the stories as much as I have enjoyed writing them. To see other stories I have written check the Author's List for Mike Yonge (about seven or eight up from the bottom). If you have any comments to pass on, I would very much like to have them. You can write me at: myonge@hotmail.com Mike A Cruise To Remember Chapter 1 In 1985 I won a trip, an Alaska Cruise actually, in some contest that I had bought a ticket on. I was 25 at the time and couldn't believe my luck. No one in my family ever won anything. It was one of those cheaper prizes because it was a trip for one. But no matter I had no one that I would have wanted to take with me anyway. The cruise originated in Victoria, British Columbia and included my airfare from Toronto where I was living at the time. It was pretty exciting. I had never been to the West Coast and never been on a cruise. So in late August that year I flew out of Toronto and set off on my adventure. The flight and afternoon and evening spent in Victoria was pretty uneventful. After taking a cab to the pier I was to embark from to make sure I know how to get there, I toured the waterfront area of the city by the Legislature buildings. I wandered up and down several of the "downtown" streets, which were really "up" from the waterfront. It was a pleasant evening all in all. Victoria is a beautiful city. The next morning I grabbed a cab to take me to the Pier where my cruise ship was waiting. I checked in with no problem and was given directions to my stateroom. It was one of the inside rooms. No windows. But then I wasn't there to spend time in my stateroom was I? I was on a cruise with all that entailed. I was looking forward to sailing up the Inside Passage through the islands between the Mainland and Vancouver Island. It promised to be spectacular. And then of course there were the Ice fields in Alaska. It was going to be an exciting 7 days I finally found my room. I was fumbling with my key in the narrow passageway trying to keep my luggage out of the way of other passengers that were trying to get through as well. There was a bit of a lull in the activity as my door opened up and my suitcase toppled in. To my left I heard coming down the passage way "C'mon Brandon quit yer complaining. It's your mother's fault not mine. This was s'posed to be cruise for me and Sheryl, not you. She did this on purpose. You know that so quit taking it out on us!" A man about 40ish followed by a woman, made up with a trowel, about 30 at the most and a young lad about 15 or 16 with a scowl on his face that could curdle milk. He was a good looking kid to be sure, it was just that he was obviously upset about being there, for whatever reason. I smiled noncommittally and stepped into my room, almost tripping over my suitcase. I noticed as I closed my door I saw the man opening up the room right opposite mine. They had one of the "outside" staterooms. I surveyed my quarters. It was not huge by any standard, but adequate. There was a double bed, that felt relatively comfortable, a dresser, a chair and desk, as well as a stand on which rested a small television. The room included a small bathroom that included a toilet, shower stall and a small sink. All in all it wasn't a bad room, especially considering I was hadn't put out a penny to be there. I lay back on the bed and took it all in and wondered what I would do next. The steward checking me in had informed me of a lifeboat drill that would take place that afternoon. I had my dining table assignments. So until the drill I guessed I could do what I wanted. There was a pamphlet on the television telling me what was available to view. It was nothing unexpected, the standard family viewing, there was a selection of "restricted viewing" options as well but ... well this was the 1980s no one would even consider putting anything gay on the list... although some of that hetero stuff did afford some nice cock action to drool over... it was too bad they had to turn your stomach with all that cunt. Oh well. I guessed there would not be a whole lot of TV on this trip anyway. I decided to unpack and put my gear away and then go up on deck for a tour of the ship. I was still quite excited about the whole cruise thing and being on this huge ship. I was about half way down the passageway when I heard a door closing behind me. I glanced back to see the kid coming down the passageway toward me ... or at least heading in the same direction. I got the elevator and pushed the button as he arrived. "Hi" "Hi" "Goin to check out the ship?" " I guess" I tell you he was cute as hell just not very talkative. Light brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes behind these amazing long lashes. He was dressed in a jean cutoffs and a loose fitting T-shirt. He obviously was not plagued by acne as so many of his age seemed to be. At least if he did he had it well under control. He looked pretty good at any rate. "Wanna join me? I'm going to do the same thing, wouldn't mind the company" He looked at me for the first time. A look that told me I was being sized up. He thought for a moment and nodded assent. I guess I had cleared the scrutiny. "So where do you want to start?" I asked "Let's go to the top and work down" "Sounds like a plan." We rode in silence to the top. As we got of the elevator and started looking about I asked. "So where are you from?" "Chicago... well Dad and "that woman" are from Chicago, my Mother is in New York, I get dragged out between them. The summer is the worst because neither of them want me." "Ah, I'm sorry, it must be very hard on you." was all I could think to say right away. He looked at me as if pondering what I had said and then added. "Dad was right you know" "What?" "I know you heard him, He said it was Mom's fault, that she sent me to him on purpose, to fuck up his trip with "that woman"" "I'm sorry to hear that... uh... I'm Clay by the way" "Hi Clay...I'm Brandon" "Why are you sorry?" "I'm sorry that you are being used in their fight, it must be tough on you" He looked at me again. "Why do you care?" "I don't know Brandon, I just think it is wrong to use you in their fight." Brandon let out a snort of a laugh "they don't care so why should you?" "Well they should care Brandon" I said with some finality He seemed to accept that I was done, and said no more on the subject. We wandered about the boat for sometime, just checking possible activities and places to eat. I looked at my watch, it was about ten minutes before we had to be on the life boat deck for the drill so I suggested that he should go to his Dad. He kind of grudgingly agreed and left but with a promise from me to meet up again later. Several minutes later I saw Brandon again with his father and "that woman" as he called her. He caught my eye and smiled. I worked my way through the crowd to get closer to them. But then we were divided up into different groups and I lost sight of them until after the drill. Brandon was suddenly beside me with his folks. "Oh hi" I said "Hi, you are the man just across the hall from us aren't you?" Brandon said, as though he had never met me before. "Yeah I guess so, are you enjoying this so far?" Brandon's dad clearly bored with the conversation made to leave with Sheryl, without so much as a nod at me, saying over his shoulder to Brandon. "Take care of yourself and don't be late for supper, I don't want to be waiting for you" Brandon reddened obviously embarrassed. "So I think we have time to go swimming before supper, you want to join me?" I said interrupting the moment for the boy. He grinned and brightened up "Yeah that would be awesome." I checked my "map" of the boat and found the swimming pool I wanted to go to and pointed it out to him. "Let's go to that one, it has a sauna and weight room as well" We both hurried down to our rooms and got our bathing gear. I heard Brandon telling his dad where he was going. As we were walking to the elevators Brandon said quietly almost as if to himself. "You know he really doesn't care what I do, so long as I am out of the way." "You really think so?" "Yeah, he has never really wanted to have anything to do with me, he and mom only married because she had gotten pregnant with me" I sighed. How do you answer to something like that? "Well lets not worry about that right now, we'll have a great time this week you and I." "You mean that Clay? You don't mind me hangin' out with you?" "No not at all, I was wondering what I was going to do all by myself this week. I enjoy you being with me, we'll have a great time." He kind of hugged my arm and said a quiet "Thanks Clay" We got to the pool. There were a few people already in and a few more men in the change room. Clearly most of the passengers were middle aged and older. We chose a corner and started to change. As I stripped I could feel Brandon's eyes on me. I looked up. He blushed and looked away, taking his T-shirt off. He glanced back at me. "You work out?" he asked "Yeah a little, I like to keep fit, not necessarily muscle bound but fit." "Uh you look good" Without thinking to turn around I stripped of my briefs and reached for my trunks. "Wow" he breathed, then I saw him blush deep red as he realized I had heard him I laughed lightly "I'll take that as a compliment" I pulled on my trunks. Back in the 80's the loose bathing "shorts" had not caught on yet, they were more like speedos but not quite ... not quite as revealing, but revealing enough, especially since I had started to grow a bit with his "wow" Brandon had turned and I got a pleasant view of his gorgeous smooth ass. I so wanted to reach out and touch it. "So ready?" I asked looking back at him as I moved toward the door to the pool. "Uh... yeah" For the next half hour we swam and just hung out in the pool. I suggested that we go to the sauna. Brandon had never been in a sauna before but readily agreed. There were a couple other older men there when we arrived but they left almost right away, leaving us alone. Brandon sat right beside me. "Wow it's hot in here" he commented "Yeah the idea is to make you sweat, cleans out the pores, invigorates you." Pretty soon both of us were pouring sweat. Brandon giggled thinking it was funny. He looked so hot sitting there sweat pouring down his body, I couldn't resist to reach over and touch him. I lit my hand on his shoulder and let it slide down his body to his waist. "You look good with all that sweat on you." I said He blushed and smiled shyly. "Thanks" he said softly "Ok" I said after about 5 minutes getting up "now we shower" "shower?" "Yeah that cleans all the sweat off" "Oh We left the sauna and into the shower room. I stripped off my swim trunks and turned on the water. Brandon hesitated, staring at me but then did the same. I couldn't help but notice he was having trouble suppressing a burgeoning erection. He turned his back to me. I looked at him standing there naked. We were at the moment, the only people in the room. "You're a good looking kid Brandon, don't let anyone tell you different" He said nothing and we went to the shower room. "Ah that feels good doesn't it? You don't want to stay in the sauna too long especially the first time, but a sauna and a shower sure are nice" I said enjoying both the sensations of the sauna, the shower and the gorgeous body standing before me. We got back to our rooms. I couldn't help hear Brandon's father go at him. "Where have you been? You know we have to get ready for dinner." I didn't hear anymore as I closed the door. Dinner wasn't for another hour.