Steve had been a close friend of my dad's since high school, and he often hung out at our place. He was a bachelor in his early 40s and didn't have much to do apart from enjoying beers and movies on weekends with my dad.
During my teenage years, I developed some kind of attraction for him, which kept on going even after I turned eighteen and went to college. He was a tall guy around 6 feet 2. Dark brown hair and a friendly smile always made him seem charismatic.
Fast forward to when I was 19 and Steve was 43. He had been dating a woman for a couple of years, and they had planned a summer trip on a cruise ship. They booked tickets and everything, only to have a huge fight and break up.
Whenever someone asked him what the reason for the fight was, he said that it was something personal, so nobody bothered him about it.
Steve thought of canceling the tickets, but my dad and mom told him that he shouldn't cancel and still go on that trip to lighten up his mood and forget about the breakup.
I was also sitting there in the living room where they were talking. "I think you're right but going there all alone wouldn't be as fun." Steve said.
I said. "Then why don't you take any other friend on that trip?"
Steve's gaze fell on me, and he said, "Good idea, but I don't have many friends apart from your dad." After a brief pause, he spoke again, "Hey, your vacations have just started, right? Why don't you come with me?"
"Me?" I asked, surprised. "Really?"
"Of course," my dad said. "Go and have fun. This is a perfect chance for you to relax from college life."
I couldn't be more excited. Vacationing with the man I was interested in didn't seem to be a bad idea at all.
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We reached the dock and saw a massive ship that towered over the water. I leaned out of the window and whispered, "Wow." It was the largest ship I had ever seen, like a small city floating on the waves.
"Have you ever been on a ship before?" Steve asked.
"Nope," I replied.
Steve raised an eyebrow. "Well, this will be a real treat then."
"I hope I don't get seasick," I said.
Steve shook his head. "Nah, this ship is too big. You might feel a slight rocking back and forth, but it'll be just enough to lull you to sleep."
We parked in a lot with other people unloading their luggage.
Steve and I carried our bags as we crossed over the small bridge and onto the ship.
The crew had formed a line and welcomed us aboard. The ship was a maze of hallways and stairs. I followed Steve as he navigated throughout the boat.
"Ah, he we are," Steve announced. He set our suitcases down and fumbled around in his pockets until he found the keycard.
We entered our room, which was larger than any hotel I'd ever stayed in. The large porthole window was obscured by large red curtains. A couch, a comfortable chair, and a table occupied the center of the room. A large-screen TV was mounted on the wall opposite the massive bed.
"That's odd," Steve said. "We should have gotten a room with two beds. I called them about this before we arrived."
"Perhaps we're in the wrong room," I muffled. I looked around for any signs of people who had come before us.
Steve burst out laughing. "If it had been the wrong room, our keycard would not have worked. Let me call the concierge and find out what happened."
While Steve dialed the number, I looked around the room. The bathroom was nearly as large as my bedroom at home! A massive mirror hung above a three-sink vanity. On the opposite wall, there was a tall shower and a large jacuzzi-style tub.
I came out of the bathroom right as Steve hung up the phone. "Looks like we're stuck here," He said.
"What happened?" I asked.
"It turns out that they didn't have enough two-bedrooms and so they couldn't upgrade us to a two-bed room. I guess we're just going to have to share the bed." Being in the same bed with Steve was going to be awkward.
A loud horn rang out, echoing throughout the ship. As our journey began, the ship lurched forward. "Well, it appears that we're on our way. I'll start unpacking now. What are you planning to do?" he inquired.
"I'm going to lay by the pool," I said as I took off my blue boardshorts. I went into the bathroom to put on my swimsuit. I returned to the room, shirtless, and was met with Steve's longing gaze. He looked at my body as if he were a hungry animal.
"Okay, well, I'll see you later then," I said, breaking his concentration. "Oh yeah, meet back here for dinner." His gaze alternated between my face and my body.
I relaxed by the pool on a lounger, soaking up the rays. I couldn't stop thinking about Steve. I couldn't believe he was staring so intently at my body.
I had no idea he was into men. Maybe having just broken up changed his worldview, maybe he wanted to experiment with men now. No harm in that. I would willingly volunteer to help him. I laughed at my own thoughts. Fuck, I was lusting for a man twice my age. Nothing new.
A smile spread across my face as I regained my confidence. Men had previously stared at me, but this was different. Steve was interested in me.
Images of Steve undressing and showing off his skin flooded my head. A rush of excitement flowed through me. I took my sunglasses off and tried to focus on people swimming in the pool to keep my mind off of him.
He was my dad's friend after all, what if I was just reading things wrong. But a picture of him unzipping his jeans and pulling out his juicy cock flashed across my eyes. I focused on the fantasy, imagining Steve's lips pressed against mine.
