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SEVEN DAYS OF PLEASURE
Chapter 10 Cruise Day 3, Sea Day, evening - Formal Night (teen, m mast)
After dinner, Jon went to the theater with his parents to see one of the singy-dancy shows offered, but it wasn't really his cup of tea. It was well performed, but he wasn't really into the 70s disco music that was featured in the show. There was, however, one of the dancers that reminded him a bit of Megan, and so he found himself focusing on that dancer for the entire show, half-hard the entire time and a little fidgety because of it. So much so that his mother leaned over to him at one point and told him to sit still. He did his best, but his dick really just didn't want to cooperate.
After the show ended, he decided he was going to have a little me-time before meeting up with his friends at the hot tub. He said goodbye to his parents and wandered around the ship by himself, examining some of the art that hung everywhere on the vessel. Some of it he appreciated, some of it was meh, and some of it was downright "wtf, how did that make it out of the studio". Eventually, he found himself at the library, which was empty. He stepped in and saw a bunch of jigsaw puzzles, and being a nerd, he couldn't resist. He pulled one out of the stack and sat down at the table.
Taking off his suit jacket and tie, he rolled up the sleeves on his dress shirt and got to work. As any avid puzzle-doer knows, you separate the edge pieces from the rest and build that first. He was putting the last few pieces together when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Scrunching up his nose and adjusting his glasses as he looked up, he was surprised to see Mark standing there with a Coke in his other hand. "Whatcha up to?" he asked.
"Oh, just reassembling Steve Austin here.... we have the technology... better than he was before, better, stronger, faster," Jon replied with a smile. Mark just looked confused. "I dunno, it's from some show from the seventies that my dad likes."
Mark smiled, shrugged, and sat down.
"Nevermind." Jon smiled back. "How goes?"
"Can't complain, nobody'd listen," Mark replied as he loosened his tie. "Man, I hate these things.... tell me again why men have to wear these stupid leashes?"
"Because it drives the ladies wild," Jon said with a smirk. "Well, on guys that look like you, anyway. Not so much for us fluffy guys."
"Yeah, right," Mark snorted. "The only compliments I've ever gotten when I'm dressed up are from my mom and grandmother. And those aren't the ladies I'm looking to drive wild."
"Yeah, I guess," Jon agreed.
The two boys sat shoulder to shoulder putting together the jigsaw, the mask of Darth Vader slowly assembling before their eyes. Conversation ranged wildly, from movies and television to politics to school. Jon opened up and told Mark the stories of high school that he'd told Megan the day before, and when he started getting choked up about it, Mark put his arm around his friend's shoulders and did his best to cheer him up. He then launched into a story of his own.
"I've never told anyone this before, not even my family," he said. "So at my school, middle school and high school are in the same building, so you've got kids ranging from 12 to 18 there. When I was in grade seven, I was stuffed in a locker by the defensive line of our football team. Not because I did anything to piss them off - just because they could," he continued. "And they told me that if I made any noise, they'd come back and beat me up as well. I was trapped in there for three hours, petrified."
Jon silently stared into his friend's eyes, tears welling up in his own.
"Oh, it's okay, don't worry. Eventually the guy that was assigned to that locker showed up to put his books and stuff away... he scared the shit out of both of us that afternoon - I mean, who would be expecting a kid to be inside your locker? Anyways, once I got out, I vowed that eventually I'd get back at them, and I did. About six weeks after this, once they'd forgotten all about me, I put nails under all of their car tires in the parking lot one day. So all five of those assholes had four flat tires when they tried to leave that day. They had no idea who did that to them, but man, it was satisfying to get them back."
"I bet!" Jon exclaimed. "I don't know that I'd have the balls to do something like that, but it does sound very satisfying."
As they were figuring out the last couple pieces of the jigsaw, Jon decided to take the plunge and ask Mark about something that had been on his mind since the previous afternoon. "So, uh, Mark... can I ask you something?"
"Shoot, buddy."
"So.... ummmm..." Jon stammered. Taking a deep breath, he blurted out, "Mark, I like your sister. I mean, like, REALLY like her." He glanced up and made brief eye contact with his friend, then focused back on the puzzle as if his life depended on it. "She's suggested that she likes me too, but I don't know if she's just being nice. Do... uhhh... do you have any idea if she's telling the truth, or...?"
Mark was a bit taken aback by the flood of words, but not overly surprised at what Jon had asked. He'd kind of gotten the idea that Jon had a bit of a thing for Megan over the past few days. "Well, I'd say that if she didn't like you, she probably wouldn't be having lunch with you and hugging you, let alone sitting in a hot tub naked every night for hours with you. But I can do you one better, and tell you that yes, she does like you. We were talking about that last night, as it happens."
"You were talking about me? Really?" Jon asked, shocked and surprised, but also excited. He'd never been talked about in a positive way before.
"Yup. I happened to see you two at the pizza place yesterday, when she hugged you, before we went swimming. I asked her if she liked you, and she said she did. But don't tell her that I told you that."
"Oh, wow, that's awesome! So... uhhh... would it be okay with you if I asked her if she wanted to, y'know, mess around?"
"Not that you need my permission, but sure, go ahead," Mark said. "I think she'd be very happy if you asked. And, frankly, she could do worse than to be with you. You're a great guy."
Jon blushed at the compliment. "Awesome. Thank you, that makes me feel a lot better, man," said Jon. He was obviously a very happy boy now. "And you're pretty great yourself, too."
The boys sat in a comfortable silence as they put the last few pieces in place. They clapped each other on the shoulder in a geeky celebration, then started disassembling the jigsaw for the next person.
Internally, though, Mark was a bit torn. He was happy that his new best friend and his sister were hitting it off - he truly did believe that they were good for each other. But there was this desire nagging at the back of his mind... and as they put the lid back on the jigsaw box, he decided that if you don't ask, you don't get, so he took a deep breath and went for it. "So, my turn to ask you something. But you're going to think I'm really weird. Hell, I think I'm really weird. I hope you don't think any less of me for asking."
"Anything, man, go for it. Can't be any weirder than what I just asked you," Jon's curiosity was piqued at this point. He hadn't seen Mark this nervous before.
"If you and Megan... well, y'know... if you two... what would you say if..." he gulped. "What would you say if I wanted to watch?"
"Really? You want to watch me and your sister fool around?"
"Well... kinda... yeah..." Mark's face was the colour of his bright red tie and he could feel sweat prickling on the back of his neck.
"Okay, I take it back, that is weirder than what I asked," Jon said with a grin. Mark just blushed further.
He thought for a minute - this definitely wasn't the direction he had expected this to go in, but the thought of Mark watching him and Megan was actually starting to turn him on, and a lump in the front of his dress pants started to form. "Well, as long as you know what you're getting yourself into," he continued, slapping his tummy. "Not a lot of people want to see pasty white fat boy naked."
"It's nothing I haven't seen already," Crimson Mark added with an impish smile.
After a short pause, where his dick continued to inflate, Jon continued. "As weird as it sounds - oh, and it sounds weird, alright - I don't have a problem with it, I guess. That is," he raised a finger, "only if she's okay with it too. Besides, I haven't even talked to her to see if she's interested in that yet."
Mark breathed a sigh of relief. "Whew. I honestly wasn't sure how you'd take that. I mean, a brother who wants to watch his sister mess around? That'd freak out most people," he said.
"I guess I'm just as weird as you are, then," Jon said with a grin. He indicated the lump in his pants, to which Mark chuckled. "To the Weird Brothers! I'd clink glasses with you, if I had a drink, but I don't. We should fix that."
"Sounds like a plan. Let's go get some Cokes before it's time for the hot tub," Mark agreed. He put his hand on Jon's back and rubbed gently as the two boys departed the library in search of some carbonated goodness.
After enjoying their tasty beverages, the boys split up to go to their respective cabins to get changed into their bathing suits for the hot tub. When Mark returned to his cabin, he found his sister there sprawled out on the couch, watching an old episode of Castle on the television. "Hey, sis," he called in greeting. As he closed the door, he took off his jacket and tie, hanging them up in the closet and added, "I've got something I want to talk to you about when you get a sec."
She flipped off the television, bored with the show. "What's up?"
"Well, I just came back from hanging out with Jon."
"Nice, what did you do?"
"A jigsaw puzzle, of all things. I haven't done one of those since I was ten or something. It was fun," he replied. "And we had a nice conversation, too. He opened up to me about the bullying he's been experiencing - I think that's probably what he told you about yesterday?" She nodded. "I felt really bad for him, just like you did... he's such a nice guy and it sucks that this shit happens. I told him about what happened to me in grade seven, too," and then proceeded to give her the CliffsNotes version of the story he had relayed to Jon.
"I never knew about that!" his sister exclaimed.
"Neither do Mom and Dad, and I'd like to keep it that way, please," he responded. "I don't want it to cause any shit at the school for me, and the guys that did it aren't even there anymore, so there's no real point in telling them."
"Okay, I won't, but if something happens again in the future, promise me you'll tell them?"
Mark thought for a second and agreed. "Okay, fine. I will. But now that I'm bigger and stronger, I don't think anything will happen. But yes, I'll let someone know. But that's not really what I wanted to tell you about. So, you came up in conversation."
"Oh?" Megan tilted her head like a confused Golden Retriever.
"Yeah... he confessed to me that he likes you. Like, LIKE likes you," he said. "He asked me if I'd mind if he asked you if you wanted to fool around."
Megan's eyes went wide and she blushed. "So he likes me? Really?"
"Mmhmm," her brother replied. "You haven't seen the way he looks at you? Really?"
"Well, I thought I caught something, but I was convinced I made it up, because I like him."
"Yeah, let's just say that he really likes you. I told him he doesn't need my blessing to ask you, but that I was cool with it. He asked me if you liked him too - I told him yes, I hope that's okay."
"Yeah, that's fine... great, really," Megan gushed, her heart all aflutter. "I think he's really cute. Thanks for being my wingman!" she exclaimed as she bounced up off the couch over to her brother and gave him a big hug.
"There's more," Mark said, quietly. "I... ummm... I asked him if I could watch."
"Wow, that was brave... how did he take that?"
"Surprisingly well," he said. "I mean, it's not every day that a brother says he wants to watch his sister mess around. Actually, he seemed more than okay with it - he had a boner when we were talking about it, and he seemed almost inviting." His dick twitched as he recalled that part of the evening, threatening to create a lump of his own. "He did underline that that was only if you were good with it too."
"Well, I'm more than happy to have you here when we're messing around," she replied. "And between you and me, if you wanted to participate, I wouldn't be against it." Her brother's cock sprang to full mast almost instantaneously when she said that, bound almost painfully inside his dress pants. Now, I'm going to shower before the hot tub," she said, walking towards the closet area to get undressed. As she passed him, she reached out and gave the lump in his pants a squeeze and giggled. Once she was naked, she peeked around the corner at her brother, waved, then disappeared into the bathroom.
He stood there dumbfounded. Did she really just say that he could join in with her playtime with Jon if he wanted to? He wondered how Jon would react to THAT...
Thinking of Jon, his cock twitched painfully. He reached down and undid his belt and pants and dropped them to the floor, followed shortly by his boxers and dress shirt. He'd never really thought of another guy that way, but his sister was right - he was really cute, even if he did have a few extra pounds. He wondered if Jon would be up for him participating as well. He HAD been rather inviting, hadn't he?
He began to stroke his very erect dick. He imagined it was Jon's cock he was stroking, and Jon doing it for him. Within two minutes, he came, spurting ropes of cum all over his stomach and chest. Once he finished, he grabbed his underwear from the pile of discarded clothes and used them to clean up the rest of his mess, then discarded them in the laundry bag. He picked up his nice pants and shirt and, still naked, went to the closet to hang them up, then donned his swimsuit, ready for the hot tub.
Things were going to be interesting.
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