Preview – Eternal Transcendance

So it’s going to be a while before I have a story finished, but I thought I’d give you all a preview of one that’s in progress. Some hot father/son action going to happen in this one! Enjoy!

Eternal Transcendence
By
Alex Hawk

Her name was the Eternal Transcendence, a 40-foot sailboat based out of San Diego. I’d rented her for… well, more money than I cared to think about, but it was worth it.
Currently I was at the wheel, getting everything set to go. This was a state-of-the-art, high-tech sailboat. All I’d have to is program the course (San Diego to Hawaii, stage one of our round-the-world cruise), and the computer would control the course, it would control the sails, etc. It was pretty neat! Basically all me and my thirteen-year-old son, Jaden, would have to do is hang out, sit back and enjoy the ride.
Jaden was currently sitting at the bow, waiting for us to get started. He was the love of my life! I’d gotten his mother pregnant back when we were both nineteen. We’d decided to get married cause it seemed like the right thing to do, but we broke up and divorced several years later when he was seven. I had the better income (about $200,000 a year thanks to my programming job), and the more stable life, so I got custody.
“We ready to go, Dad?” he asked, standing up and walking towards me.
“Almost.” I made a few last adjustments. I ran over a mental checklist, making sure we had all the emergency gear, the food and everything else we’d need. Finally I said, “Ok, let’s cast off!”
“Cool!” Jaden said, fairly bouncing with joy. This was his birthday present, though he’d turned thirteen a couple months ago. I hadn’t been able to do anything special with him then, but I was determined to make up for lost time, and a summer vacation that involved sailing around the world seemed like the best bet.
We cast off and I took the boat out. For the first part of the trip, until we were out of San Diego, I was planning to pilot the boat myself. With the traffic around here it seemed like the best bet. I trusted the computer to get us across a few thousand miles of empty ocean but even I wasn’t about to trust it to get us out of San Diego in one piece.
“I’m gonna cook us some breakfast!” Jaden announced as he dropped down into the lower part of the ship. It was pretty cool down there. We had a small galley, a small bathroom (head), and a little living area with benches that folded out into bunks. It was cramped, but we’d spend most of our time up on the deck anyhow.
By the time Jaden had some breakfast ready I’d gotten us past the worst of the traffic. I still didn’t want to engage the auto-pilot until we were really out into the open ocean, so I ate standing at the wheel. It actually took me a lot longer to get out there than I thought and it wasn’t until about two in the afternoon before I felt comfortable turning control over the computer.
In the meantime, Jaden had changed into a pair of Speedos and an unbuttoned shirt. He was currently laying out on the deck reading from his Kindle. I’d purchased him copies of all the great seafaring novels, like the works of Rafael Sabatini, the Horatio Hornblower novels and the Jack Aubrey books. I hoped he’d like them. I also hoped for something else.
“I hope you have sunscreen on,” I called out.
“I do, Dad, don’t worry.”
A couple hours went by. I pulled out my own Kindle and began to relax and unwind. During this time, Jaden removed his shirt and was now laying face down on the deck in only a pair of Speedos. I smiled to myself seeing him. He was such a good kid.
The rest of the day passed with us just relaxing together. Eventually I went to the galley and made us some dinner. We talked for a bit and then dropped into our bunks fairly early, drifting off to a quiet sleep on the wide open ocean.

* * *

We woke up early the next morning, the sun streaming through the ports into the bunk area. Jaden was already awake and wearing nothing but his Speedos and preparing some coffee. I yawned, stretched and got out of bed, pulling on my shorts and t-shirt.
“Hey, Dad,” Jaden said as I walked up to him.
“Morning.”
I cooked us up some breakfast. We ate quietly and then I went up onto the deck, checking the settings on the computer and seeing how much farther we had to go before we got to Hawaii (it was a few days yet).
A bit before noon, as I was sitting with my feet dangling in the water and pondering the idea of trying to fish, Jaden came up to me.
“Hey, Dad? I got kind of a strange question.”
“Ok.”
“Is it ok if I take off my Speedos and tan without them? I got a really bad tan-line from wearing them yesterday, see?” He pulled down one side of his Speedos, exposing a line of pale, white flesh. “Since we’re out here all alone, I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal to just tan naked, you know?”
I considered this and then shrugged. “Well, go ahead. Just make very sure you have sunscreen everywhere. The last thing you want is a sunburned dick.”
Jaden laughed. “I will, Dad. Thanks!”
He vanished below and then a few minutes later came back up. I looked over in time to see his bare ass as he walked over to the bow of the boat, laid out a towel and lay on it face down. He did have a nice butt, I noticed vaguely. Smooth, round and firm. If he’s gay, I thought to myself, he’ll have no problem finding a boyfriend.
I couldn’t decide if I wanted to fish, so instead I grabbed my Kindle and sat back against one of the masts, where I began to read “Master and Commander”. It seemed appropriate. I lost myself in the world of 19th century sailing and after a bit, when I looked up to take a small break, I saw something that caused my heart to skip a beat.
Jaden was still lying on the deck getting his sun tan, but now he’d flipped over and was lying on his back, his face turned away from me, apparently asleep. He really had a magnificent body for a thirteen-year-old boy, but what really caught my eye was his very stiff adolescent penis. It was crowned by a small patch of brown hair and was about four inches long. My mind pictured a girl his age riding him and my own penis paid an instant visit to Hard-On City.
Now I wasn’t gay, and I certainly wasn’t into teenage boys, much less my own son. Sure, when I was about his age, I’d fooled around with some other boys; it was a good way to get off, but since I’d lost my virginity at sixteen, I’d be strictly into girls.
But seeing Jaden’s stiff penis, seeing his innocent young sexuality out on display, well… something about that really hit me hard and got me hard. Before I knew it, I was reaching into my shorts and pulling out my own penis, stroking it as I looked at my son and thought about some lucky young girl riding him to mutual orgasm.
With a shuddering gasp, I suddenly had my own orgasm, my sperm spurting out onto the deck. As the pleasure of the orgasm faded, I thought myself, what the fuck was THAT? I put my penis away and cleaned up my sperm, wondering what on Earth had possessed me to jerk off to my naked son. I’d never had any even remotely sexual thoughts involving him before.
I shook my head to clear it. Oh, well. This was just a one-time thing. I had no reason to believe it would ever repeat itself, so I could safely ignore it and move on with my life.
The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. I did my best to put out of my head the fact that I’d jerked off while looking at my naked son. It wasn’t as easy as I’d initially thought it would be, since Jaden seemed to enjoy being nude and didn’t put on any clothes even after he was suntanned everywhere. I didn’t have the heart to tell him to put his Speedos, or anything else, on.
At one point when Jaden and I were both fishing, he was standing just a couple feet from me, his now soft penis at my eye level as I was sitting. I tried not to stare as I remembered it hard. It was almost hypnotic. I eventually had to force myself to turn away, cause the last thing I wanted was for my son to see me staring at his junk.
We went through the rest of the evening, just generally making small-talk with me trying to ignore his gloriously nude body. I had no idea why I was getting so obsessed over him! It was really frustrating and very annoying, not to mention more than a little creepy. Eventually we went to bed and I did my best to fall asleep and put any thoughts of Jaden out of my mind.
Then at one point, sometime late after I’d fallen asleep, I woke up to an odd noise. Staying motionless, I cracked open an eye and looked over at Jaden’s bunk. In the faint moonlight from the port, I could see him laying on his back, his mouth slightly open, his eyes closed and his hand moving rhythmically under his blanket, right at crotch level. He was masturbating, I realized, and got instantly hard.
It was all I could do to keep from whipping out my own penis as I watched my son indulge in his adolescent sexuality. It brought out so many feelings of lust in me it wasn’t even funny. I figured they were all based in my own memories of sex with other boys when I was his age. Either that, or I really wanted my son, which didn’t seem likely.
Jaden continued to masturbate and as I watched his breathing began to increase. After a few more moments, he pulled the blanket down, and I saw him stroking his penis rapidly. Soon he let out a little gasp of pleasure and I watched as his sperm arced out of his young erection and all over his chest and stomach, the fluid glistening in the moonlight. God, it was incredible!
Jaden laid there on the bunk, breathing hard and still holding his penis. Eventually he grunted a little, cleaned up his sperm with a sock he’d had near his pillow and then covered himself back up and turned towards the wall, drifting off to sleep.
My own sleep didn’t come so readily, and in fact, didn’t come at all until I did so in the head. After that, I was able to fitfully pass out.

* * *

Several days went by. I spent most of my time monitoring the auto-pilot, reading from my Kindle and trying not to look at Jaden too much, since he’d not bothered to put clothing on since he’d taken it off to sunbathe. It was an incredible sight to see.
We arrived on time in Hawaii, coming into port in Honolulu. A day out from the port, I told Jaden to start wearing clothes again, which he did, though somewhat reluctantly. That was nothing compared to the reluctance I’d felt in having to ask him to.
We got into Honolulu a bit after noon. I had in mind for us to spend all of this day and the next in Hawaii, and then we’d set out again. We went to a hotel I’d arranged for us, where we both took nice, hot showers, glad to have all the salt off our bodies. Then we got a late lunch and spent the day just wandering about the city, playing tourist.
The next morning, I dropped Jaden off at a movie theatre in a mall by the hotel so he could see a film he’d wanted to watch. I took that time to restock the galley, knowing that it was a pretty long away to our next stop in Saipan. On a whim, I also made two other, minor stops. I figured these two stops wouldn’t amount to anything, but you never knew.
Then I went to a bar where I picked up a reasonably attractive woman, took her back to our hotel room and nailed her hard. I was hoping that by doing so a: I’d restore my near total heterosexuality and b: I’d stop lusting after my son.
The sex was good and when I picked up Jaden later in the day, I felt that I’d restored myself to my default settings and desire him anymore, which was, to put it mildly, a good thing.
The next morning we got ourselves together, had a good breakfast and went down to the Eternal Transcendence. Two hours later, after going through all the checklists and making sure everything was stowed, we were off, sailing through the harbor and heading out to sea.
Our first day back on the ocean was interesting. We had to both regain our sea legs and get used to being out on the water instead of dry land. For Jaden this meant stripping down to his Speedos and heading up to the deck to work on his tan, read and fish. For me this meant trying not to pay attention to Jaden being in his Speedos.
Eventually the night came and we retired below-decks for a nice little dinner and some TV watching. After a bit we settled down and I tried to get to sleep while keeping one eye on Jaden’s bunk in case he decided to masturbate again. Sadly, I fell asleep pretty quickly and had no idea if my boy got off or not…

To be continued!